1 Alyn Estermont

Alyn looked outside the window of his castle. The sky was full of stars, perhaps the only thing that was better here than his previous world.

He looked at the roaring narrow sea. The tides repeatedly smash against the shores of blackwater bay.

He was the only son of the eldest son of the lord of Estermont, so he would be the heir sometime in the future and then the lord.

It would probably take a long time though as Estermont's were known for their long lifespan. Like the turtle in their banner.

This was his seventh year after he regained his memories and his fifteenth nameday. 290 AC.

Four years ago, when he was just 11, he was kidnapped by a band of bandits, when the knights led by their father found him, Alyn was not found crying or scared, instead he was found in a pool of blood six corpses surrounded him, a deep gash through his chest bleeding a bloody sword in hand but, he was not crying.

This feat earned him the nickname, "Iron heart" and he became one of the most famous man or boy rather in all the seven kingdoms.

This feat was overblown of course, only two bandits were actual adults who he killed by suprise the four others were teens and one was barely older than him, but it was true that he killed them all, he felt terrible, though he quickly got over it, Alyn himself didn't know how.

In this world Alyn was blessed with two gifts. He was exceptionally talented with swords more so in horse riding. And the second he felt barely any pain, there was a sting but pain that could make a grown man cry felt like a light punch to him.

Heck, the king was so impressed that he named him his squire. It had been three years since then and he was considered to be one of the most talented swordsmen ever to grace westeros.

The king, Robert Baratheon, first of his name… whatever is holding a tourney at King's landing on his second child's birth. Alyn as his squire would of course participate.

Alyn wondered about the future. The white walkers, the dragons and Cersei, all problems that will plaque westeros in the coming years.

All he could do now was wait, and prepare. "Alyn" He heard someone call him. He looked behind to see Ser Barristan Selmy. Though he was the king's squire, it was actually Barristan that taught him.

"Ser Barristan" Alyn gretted. The old knight joined him as they both enjoyed the view of blackwater bay.

….

Alyn wore his signature armour. A modest plate armour adorned with a not so modest amount of emeralds, on his chest was the sigil of his house and he carried with him a lance of white and deep green matching his eyes.

His curly black hair was tied and a helm was placed over it.

He rode over a black stallion with a white star on its forehead. His opponent was Edmure Tully of house Tully.

With horns blowing, the battle began as both men rode towards each other, no contact was made at first, then in the second clash Edmure Tully was unhorsed.

The crowds cheered as the tourney continued.

Finally it was time for the finals.

The crowds cheered as the finale of the Tourney of Prince Tommen's birth held at kings landing reached its finale. The jousting, by far the most popular of the sports had two finalists both had totally different receptions as they entered the field.

From the king's left, entered a young adult, he wore golden armour adorned with the crest of house Baratheon and a white cloak over it riding a white horse.

….

"KING SLAYER!"

Jamie Lannister heard the boos of the crowd, even heard some chanting King slayer. At this point one would think he would have gotten used to it, but each time he heard that wretched name, he felt a pang in his heart.

Jamie tightened his grip on the lance, he felt his hand hurting from all the strain but he took a deep breath and looked at the next man entering.

A young boy barely 15 had entered on a black horse, he wore a silver armour with the sigil of his house a turtle painted in his shield. He wore a grey cloak with a green accent.

"IRON HEART! IRON HEART!" The crowds cheered his name.

It was clear who was the favourite to win. After the greeting and all the fanfare the two riders finally took their position.

Jamie did not particularly care for the tournament but the gold would be nice.

"Begin" Robert shouted with horns blowing. The young boy rode towards Jamie and he did the same. Jamie thrusted his lance but the boy masterfully dodged it.

One had to admit, his skill on a horse were second to none. Both the riders prepared for a second clash.

Once again both of them rode, once again they did not make contact.

"Come on, boy." Jamie whispered to his horse as both of them clashed once again, Determined to unhorse the young turtle this time, Jamie over commited his thrust and it turned out that this was the exact moment that young boy was seeking.

Iron heart exploited his opening and thrust his lance towards his chest. Jamie blocked the lance with his shield but he lost it in the process.

The next clash, Jamie wouldn't have his shield. And predictably, without a shield, Iron heart knocked Jamie in their next clash.

As he fell down from his horse and heard the laughter of the crowd Jamie couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched the victor.

….

After winning the jousting tourney. Alyn dismounted his horse and bowed to the king. After all the fan fare ended Alyn returned to his chambers and changed into a fancy tunic.

"Kneel" he heard the booming voice of King Robert Baratheon.

Alyn kneeled in front of the king. "Alyn Estermont" The king said.

The hall got quiet as all of them looked at the young man who was about to be annointed a knight.

Robert took a silver long sword and with the whole fancy ceremony, personally annointed him knight of the seven kingdoms. "Ser Alyn Estermont, Stand"

"As your gift for attaining your knighthood under the king himself." Robert spoke his voice booming. He gave him the silver sword that was used to knight him.

"A sword, forged by the finest blacksmiths of Qohor, I personally commissioned the order. I command you to use it to faithfully do your duties as a knight…" Robert spoke uncharacteristically sober… then he burst out laughing, "Who am I kidding, use it however you want, I don't give a shit as long as you don't use it against me."

"Thank you, your grace." Alyn said. Robert then returned to his station and continued drinking and the feat continued as usual.

"Congratulations, Ser Alyn, being knighted by the king is great honour." Alyn heard. He looked behind to see an old man of the kings guard.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan." Alyn replied. 'Though I would have preferred if you were the one to do it.'

"I didn't catch it's name." The old knight said.

"A name…" Alyn said.. he closely looked at the sword. It looked very beautiful. Silver gray with a vein like pattern grown from its hilt to the tip "I don't know."

"Well you must name it, all great swords have a name." Barristan said.

"Would you like to name it?" Alyn asked.

"How.. how could I?" Ser Barristan said, "Its your gift, your sword. I can't."

"Ser Barristan, I have learnt most of what I know about the sword from you. I hope you would do me the honour of naming my sword." Alyn pleaded.

"If you insist… How about Silver vein?"

"Silver vein…" Alyn muttered. "That should do."