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The Tournament's Beauty

The tourney champion removed his helmet revealing a head of silver hair which fell across his face. Instantaneously the crowd at Harrenhal roared, cheering for their victorious prince, Rhaegar Targaryen.

In the stands a young woman, Lyanna Stark, softly clapped her hands along with the rest of the audience. She gazed across at the champion in his ruby encrusted armor only to find his eyes already locked on hers.

Swiftly yet steadily Rhaegar rode past his wife, Elia Martell. He rode past his wife and everyone around fell silent. No one understood. At least not until Rhaegar placed a crown of winter roses, blue as frost, in the lap of Lyanna Stark.