Jaime, as a Kingsguard, was required to be around the King at all times. So when King Robert wished to throw a Tourney, Jaime had to be there. But it wasn't as if it was not entertaining.

There was a mystery knight, Jaime didn't have a clue who the man was under there, but he was good. Very good. He had unhorsed every opponent he faced, and Jaime found himself wondering what'd be like to face that knight himself.

A chuckle excited Jaime's throat as the knight unhorsed his final opponent, naming him as the Tourney winner. Jaime leaned forward curiously as the knight halted his horse and moved his hands to remove his helm.

But when the helm was removed, Jaime's face contorted with shock. This knight was no man, it was a woman! But that was not the most suprising thing. Silver-hair, the woman had silver-hair. She was a Targaryen! One of three living ones.

"A Targaryen?"

Jaime said incredulously, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword. He side-ways glanced his twin sister, Cersei, who seemed more interest than anything. But it was Robert's opinion he was most focused on. The man would most likely order the Targaryen woman dead.