The tides of battle were brewing again. But this time it was taking arms against the tully and tyrell king; each nation was raising their forces in preperations to meet the opposing forces. And what would those forces be without their blacksmiths. Blunt swords and dinged armor is where they would be and thats why Tristan was there at the forward encampment with a makeshift forge set up. He was here to make sure all the soldiers would be ready when they rode out. He was no longer an apprentice, he and the blacksmith who had taken him in after his parents death worked side by side as they sharpened swords and beat out dings in armor returning it to pristine condition.
The swords were piling up as soldiers came and left their items; the camp was growing as each region sent its forces. The other blacksmith had gone to anwser a summons by one king or another; honestly Tristan hadnβt really been listening to focused on his job at hand. The bang of the hammer on metal was ongoing as they worked tirelessly to help prepare for battle. The heat of the forge was well stoked as he finished off another blade and gave the weighted blade a quick spin and thrust; he was though only a blacksmith and using the blades wasnβt in the job description.
He was going for another blade to be sharpened when someone approached the blacksmith tent from behind him.Β βIf you have armor you can set it to the pile over there,β he pointed to his left,Β βAnd if its a sword, there on the right.β His hand had fone back to his side and he didnβt point this time. Instead, he stood up with another sword that needed work as he turned around to face the other and talking at the same time. βAlso, keep in mind, itβs gonna be a bit, everyoneβs trying to get their stuff in now. But youβll be ready to take the battlefield when the time comes.β
it was strange, yes, to be a bastard. but it was far better than the fate daenys was supposed to have --- she dreamed every day of theΒ fateful day, when her life took a turn she wasnβt expecting. she wondered if she would have died alongside her mother and brother, before seeing the doom of aegon. it would be better, she thought, better than seeing the course weateros took. it was a shame, really. to see what her ancestors fought to unite --- and what her father wished to make stronger --- succumb to what it was before the targaryen rule. but what could daenys do ? to everyone elseβs eyes, she was a mere bastard, daughter of a second son of a small house. another shame.Β
but she was beyond grateful to lord unwin and his family. they welcomed her the best they could and, in turn, daenys wanted to made something for them. the thoughts of war between the other kingdoms and the reach and the riverlands scared her --- the last war took away from her everything she loved, perhaps this one would take her safety and even her life. daenys needed, no, she prayed, that the peakes would survive the upcoming battles. and thatβs why she could be found at a blacksmith door --- the only one she could find.Β
β it is not for me. β her voice was quiet, no higher than a murmur. it was the way she learned to talk to not draw attention to herself.Β β i can not evenΒ wield a sword, if i am being honest. β she added, taking a quick glance to the blacksmith before lowing her eyes again. he was familiar, in a way she couldnβt put into words. his features reminded her of her brother, alesander, but it couldnβt be really him. alesander was long dead with the rest of her family.Β β my familyβs armors and swords needs a little repair, since they are not used since the dance. i hope you can help me, but if you areΒ occupied, i can come another day. β another glance was given to the blacksmith, a little longer this time. maybe it was the targaryen madness coming to her, after all.Β
