The mystery knight wore a helm that covered all of his face, so no one could see anything of him. His armor gleamed like no other's, and for his standard he bore a white banner, stitched with blue teardrops. He gave his name as the Knight of Tears, but it was his opponents who wept when he took the field.
There was no one that could stand against his lance. One by one they all fell to him, until the field was his and his opponent's--Ser Daemas Velaryon, a great knight of the Kingsguard. Ser Velaryon swore to dedicate their final joust to the king's mistress, and all knew that he meant to name her the Queen of Love and Beauty to win favor with King Aegon.
But the Knight of Tears dipped his lance first to Aegon, and then to Queen Naerys. He would win the joust, he swore, for her. And he spurred his great mount forward and rode to meet Ser Velaryon.
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There was no one that could stand against his lance. One by one they all fell to him, until the field was his and his opponent's--Ser Daemas Velaryon, a great knight of the Kingsguard. Ser Velaryon swore to dedicate their final joust to the king's mistress, and all knew that he meant to name her the Queen of Love and Beauty to win favor with King Aegon.
But the Knight of Tears dipped his lance first to Aegon, and then to Queen Naerys. He would win the joust, he swore, for her. And he spurred his great mount forward and rode to meet Ser Velaryon.