The old Maester shuffled, his chain rattling, into the dark room and lit the candles next to the desk. He puffed and sat down. He had spent years in the Vale, conducting research for his newest book. He had spoken with several people and heard a thousand tales and songs. But eventually he had concluded that the Falconknight and his brother had been remarkable people. And it had long been overdue for this tome to be written for they had passed from the realms some 20 years ago. He knew not how long it would take to finish it but he hoped he would finish it before he too joined them. He skipped a few pages of his introduction and began at the point he reached yesterday.

Artys Arryn, born in 282 AC, conceived during the wedding night of Lord Jon Arryn and Lady Lysa Arryn neé Tully, Born blond of hair and blue of eyes. Fostered by and squire for Lord Yohn Royce of Runestone. Knighted at age 15 for services rendered by defeating a horde of Clansmen while being outnumbered.

Arstan Arryn, born in 283 AC, Son of Lord Jon Arryn and Lady Lysa Arryn neé Tully, Born blond of hair and blue of eyes, a sickly babe but recovered remarkably, Fostered by and is squired for Lord Marwyn Belmore. Knighted at age 16 by his brother.

Not much is known of their early lives, but it is a well-known fact that Artys has had a major hand in the secret rebuilding of the Arryn and Sistermen fleet. Despite spending much of their early lives away from each other both brothers kept in contact with each other and spent hours talking when travelling to visit family in the Riverlands and the North. During his time Lord Jon also managed to acquire a Valyrian steel sword from a Caggo of the windblown, this valyrian steel sword was reforged into Talon which he passed on to his eldest son.

Lord Artys Arryn grew up a true Arryn with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, which according to Maester Tarly is a rare trait for Arryn and broad shoulders. He was a more reserved character but also known for his famous rages, his brother on the other side was much more wild.

Growing up in the Belmore mountains is to this day still daunting because of the Clansmen of mountains of the moon. Because of this Arstan had to grow up a lot quicker but still he had this almost childlike side, this sometimes even erratic behaviour wasn't helped due to the fact the he was rather large for his age and well-muscled as well due to lord Belmore's rigorous training.

I have however been able to recover some texts which detail a journey throughout the entire Vale, the reason behind is still unknown but it is believed this was done to extract oaths of fealty from the Vale lords. It all points to one fact and that is that Artys knew his father wasn't long for this world. Which ofcourse everybody knew at the time because Lord Jon was already an elderly man.

After Artys was released from the care of Lord Royce he travelled to Highgarden where he had been invited to participate during the great Reach Tournament of 298 AC.

The crowd cheered as Artys Arryn, heir to the Vale, defeated Ser Loras Tyrell in the touney of Highgarden. "The winner of this round is, Ser Artys Arryn!" The announcer shouted, Lord Mace Tyrell shifting in his chair as his youngest son was defeated his own tourney.

"Congratulations, Ser Artys." Margaery Tyrell, cheered on Artys.

"Thank you, Lady Margaery." Ser Artys responded, adressing her while walking back to his tent.

"Aren't you supposed to cheer for your brother, my lady?" Artys asked Margaery.

"Any man that can beat my brother in a tournament is to be cheered for, for it's not an easy feat to accomplish." Margaery chimed.

"Alas my lady, I hope you're not dissapointed I got him out of the tourney?" He responded jokingly.

"Of course I'm not dissapointed, it's good to see some other family win in a tournament for once. Both Garlan and Loras are amazing knights, who both won their fair amount of fights." Margaery laughed, too which Artys responded, "Well, I'm willing to prove to you that I can beat them in this Tournament, or so I hope, it's no secret Garlan is one of the best knights in the realm."

Margaery smirked, not sure how to respond to the praise given to her brother. "Lady Margaery." William Barrows addressed her, walking into Artys' tent. "Excuse me Artys, but I must speak with you." Bowing to Margaery. "I shall see you in the next round, Artys." She said before excusing herself, leaving just Artys en William in the tent.

"I see you put the tips I gave you to good use." William spoke up. "Yes, they have been very useful, I think I wouldn't have won without them." He said, praising William a bit. "Well, on a different note, you said something about an offer for me and my companions." Artys seemed surprised, for William was known for not going into the service of lords, having turned down a whole lot of them. "Yes, I offered you to come into my service to train more of your so called Barrowknights for the Vale, since we lack medium cavalary." Artys walked over to a few chairs he had in his tent, motioning for William to sit down. "If you are inquiring after it, does it mean you'll take it?" William grinned while nodding. "That's great." Artys responded, as William stood up. "There's going to be a bout between Ser Garlan and Lord Balon Swann that I need to see."

As Artys followed him out he spoke up one last time. "Well, as far as I know, it's going to be one hell of final, one I probably won't be able to win." On that note they split up, both going their own way, William to watch the semifinals, Artys to train for the finals.

Several hours later

"Ser Artys, what are you still doing up at this hour of the day?" William asked, strolling into the training yard. "I was training, until my opponent went to warm his lance if you get what I mean." William sat down next to Artys, who was sitting on a bench. "Are you ready for tomorrow" William asked, Artys nodding his head, knowing he couldn't win against Garlan Tyrell, who won the semifinals against Balon Swann. "I'm sure I cannot win against Ser Garlan. Neither I could I've won against Ser Balon, but I refuse to go out without a bang." William raised his eyebrow, wanting to see what Artys had in mind for the finals. "Well, I'm sure you will manage." Artys laughed, "Yeah I'm sure I will too." And with that conversation Artys and William seperated ways again, both going to their respective tents.

Riding into the arena Artys was greeted by cheering from the crowd, ready to see him ride against Ser Garlan, who arrived just a minute before him

"Let the battle commence!"Lord Mace Tyrell announced from the booth he was sitting in.

Both Garlan and Artys started charging at eachother, lances pointed towards one another. The moment they clashed, their lances broke apart, the rides remaining stoic, riding towards the end of the grounds, getting another lance ready. They both turned around, ready to charge at eachother. The horses readied, same as the lancers, and charged, hitting eachother square in the shield again, the lance breaking. Cheering erupted from the crowd at the second hit, as another lance was readied. "How long will this go on?" Ser Garlan taunted. "I don't know, we will just have to see how fast you go down." Artys taunted back, and they both charged again, this hit bringing a crack in Ser Garlan's shield. "A fine hit I must say." Ser Balon cheered, getting a glance from Mace Tyrell, who was sitting a few seats in front of him. They clashed again, shattering Artys' shield, and cracking Garlan's shield a bit further.

The crowd gasped as Artys fumbled with his new shield, while also grabbing another lance, the 4th one of the fight. Ser Garlan charged first, Artys following soon after, breaking another lance, but also Garlan's shield. As he now also readied another shield Artys taunted "5th lance of the finals, soon we're going to run out of lances." Once Garlan was ready, they clashed, and other time, and other time, untill they reached the 9th lance, then they clashed, but this time, Artys fell down.

"I'm proud to announce, Ser Garlan Tyrell, winner of the Tourney of Highgarden." Garlan dismounted, going up to help Artys up from the ground. "Thanks Garlan." Artys said as he dusted himself off. "It's no problem Artys. You fought valiantly." Garlan said, as gallant as ever. "One problem though, they're gonna need new lances, I'm surprised they haven't ran out yet." Artys joked, while following Garlan infront of the booth of Lord Tyrell.

"Ser Artys, you fought valiantly and bravely, but you just didn't make it in the finals." Lord Tyrell spoke up. "Ser Garlan, you managed to beat Ser Artys, and for that, I of course congratulate you." Garlan bowed to his father, as Artys walked out of the arena, going to his tent to prepare for a ride to King's Landing, where his father wanted to see him as he has a gift for him.

But as he was packing his belongings, Ser Garlan walked into the tent, as Ser Robar Royce kept guard outside the tent. "Ser Artys, may I request something of you?" Garlan asked, while sitting down in one of the chairs. "Tomorrow is the special duo melee, care to team up with me?" Artys pondered at the request, while Garlan continued, "I'm sure you and I can achieve a great victory against the many competitors."

Bryen Hunter entered the tent. "I will compete with you Ser Garlan, but as you see, my friend here, needs to tend to me." And with that Garlan exited the tent, as Ser Robar still stood guard. As he took off his chestplate, Maergary Tyrell walked to the tent, requesting an audience. Ser Robar denied Lady Maergary entrance, as he was commanded. Artys soon noticed Margaery requesting entrance, and he allowed her, since he didn't see a reason not to. "Lady Margaery." Artys greeted her with a nod. Lady Margaery bowed down for Arstan however.

"Wow, I did not expect you to be this muscular, Ser Artys." Margaery said, in amazement. "Thanks, My Lady." Artys responded, while flexing his muscles every so slighty. "I saw Ser Garlan coming in here." Margaery said, "Was it about the duo tournament?" She asked. "Yes my lady, we're participating together in the melee." Artys responded, Bryen walking in between them to grab something from his medkit. "I'm sure the two of you will win." Margaery responded slyly. "You two shouldn't be allowed to team up, there's no matchup that will beat the two of you." Maester Bryden gesturing Artys to turn around, he noticed how Margaery checked out his ass. "Well, any other great warriors would beat us, maybe even my brother would beat us two single-handed." Artys responded, praising his brother a little. "Ah yes, the brother with the infamously massive sword." Margaery answered, making Artys raise an eyebrow at how she knew of his brother. Bryen walked inbetween the two again, having finished patching Artys up. "I'll come back later, Artys I got some bets to place." Bryen said smiling, before walking out of the tent, leaving Margaery and Artys alone. "There's a feast this evening, care to come with me?" Lady Margaery insisted. "Ofcourse, My Lady, how could I deny a request from a beautiful lady like you?" Artys responded, the flirty tone very noticable in his voice. "I will see you seen then, Ser Artys." Margaery said while walking out of the tent.

"Ah, Ser Artys I was wondering when you would show up." Lady Margaery announced at the doors to the great hall, waiting for Artys.

"I did promise you I would be here." Artys responded slyly, offering his arm to Margaery in the meantime.

They conversed while walking towards the table next to Lord Mace Tyrell, Artys being seated next to Margaery, instead of Loras, who seemed disheveled that he didn't get to sit next to his sister. "I was afraid you might not show up." Margaery whispered to Artys, while waiting for most of the other guest to arrive. "As I said before, how could I refuse a request from such a lovely lady." Artys whispered back, looking at the doors that revealed Garlan Tyrell, who walked up to the booth to be seated on the unoccupied side of Mace Tyrell. "Let the feasting commence!" Sounded from Lord Tyrell, who dug in the moment he was done announcing, a dissapointing glare from Lady Olenna Tyrell, his mother, shot up to Artys, making him feel a bit nervous. "Something on your mind Artys?" Margaery asked, seeing Artys stiffen up at the glare. "It's nothing really." Artys responded, smiling at Margaery, while hearing a biting comment from Loras on his other side.

"Loras, is there a problem?" Margaery asked, Loras losing color as he heard the threathing tone in her voice.

Garlan appeared behind them, speaking up instanly. "He's just jealous from the loss he suffered at the hands of Artys." Loras sinking in his seat. Margaery chuckled at her brother, as Garlan spoke up again. "I wanted to ask you if you're still up for that melee tomorrow, the competition isn't going to be that hard." Loras sat up straight again at hearing that. "You really should not underestimate us, I'm going to participate with Renly." Garlan chuckled. "Ah yes, the Renly that got eliminated in his first round of the tourney." Artys laughed at this, maybe a bit too hard as Loras started going red, obviously mad at how they made fun of Renly. "You both just wait tomorrow." Loras said as he stormed off, getting weird looks from the sitting nobles.

A/N: Hello there in case you wonder I'm going to use content from both the tv show and the books