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The Stag of Kings Landing by GrandmasterAzrael

Harry Potter & A song of Ice and Fire Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure & Romance, Harry P., Jon S., Margaery T., Words: 69k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Dec 7, 2019 Updated: Sep 19 175Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In the morning, after one of the servants woke her, she got dressed for the day in one of her nicer green gowns that had been a gift from her mother for her own seventeenth name day. It was different in that it had subtle black accents for the pattern. Which was very different from her normal gold, and because of that it was one of her favorites. It also was sleeveless, light, and had a plunging back to help with the heat of the day.

Sharing a small breakfast with her father and grandmother. She learned that Loras was already out. Either with Renly Baratheon or getting ready for the tournament Margery had no clue. Her Grandmother's rolled eyes at the topic tended to make her think it was the first. Her Father started blustering about the honor of being here and the import he must have to the King. Since he was starting to give her a headache, she left him in the 'delicate' hands of her Grandmother who gave her a subtle wink as she walked out.

Walking around the Keep this early in the morning she watched as everyone ran about getting all the food, drink, and last second preparations set up for the day ahead. Shockingly King Robert was already up and even seemed to be sober. Seeing him gave her an idea and she looked around before she saw one of the men who had been standing with Prince Hadrian the other day.

She walked over to him to ask where the Prince would be this morning. He was a handsome man. His dark hair and seemingly thoughtful air were very different to his companions' loud cursing and drinking. Of course, she did recognize Sandor Clegane and this seemed to be the norm for him from what she had heard.

Catching the younger man's eye, she walked forward and said, "Forgive me Ser I was wondering if you could tell me where Prince Hadrian would be? I had wanted to wish him luck in the tournament."

The man just smiled slightly at her and said, "I'm no Knight miss, just a bastard from the North. Prince Hadrian will be in the Godswood. He likes to spend at least some time there in the mornings."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend," Margery said hoping she didn't inadvertently upset one of the Prince's companions.

"No problem my Lady, just call me Jon. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to him," Jon replied standing and offering his arm to Margery.

"Thank you Jon. I would appreciate that," Margery answered, taking his arm gracefully.

Sandor just scoffed and said, "hurry back bastard we have good coin to spend and ale to drink."

"Aye I will. After all, I wouldn't want to hold you back Clegane," Jon replied, turning away and leading Margery down one of the many hallways.

Margery waited a moment before deciding to probe the man leading her. "If I may ask how did you and the Prince meet?"

Jon just kept walking and at first she thought he wouldn't reply before he spoke up. "As Sandor said, I'm a bastard. The son of Lord Stark. Hadrian and I met when he came to Winterfell three years ago. I tried to avoid him at first 'cause he was a Prince and I was just a bastard, but he sought me out shortly after his arrival. At first, he was very interested in my life story and I in his and we spent many days just talking with each other. He even stood up for me when Lady Stark would be harsh to me and he made my life there easier." Jon smiled in remembrance.

"In time he, my half-brother Robb, and I became good friends as we are all around the same age. We trained together, learned together, and went hunting together. When we were older Hadrian even took us into the nearby village and we got drunk together. My Father was understandably angry when we were escorted back by the guards that night. Although, I would swear I saw humor in his eyes."

Margery smiled as Jon talked further explaining his adventures with Prince Hadrian and Robb Stark. How Hadrian and Theon Grey joy absolutely hated each other. How they had all fought together against a large incursion of wildings alongside the men of House Umber. She saw his face light up as he described how much Hadrian seemed to care for Jon's younger siblings, other than Sansa that is. Margery couldn't help but smile at recognizing a potential competitor for the Prince had absolutely no chance according to Jon's words.

At length Jon paused and spoke much more quietly. "A few months ago I was not planning on coming South. I was going to go to the Wall much to my Fathers' chagrin. I felt it was what I should do to help cleanse my Father's honor and prove my intention that I was no threat to his trueborn children."

Here Jon paused again before he continued a small smile on his face. "When Hadrian heard he barged into my room blowing through the locks on my door like they were made of paper instead of iron. He walked over to me and punched me in the face knocking me on my back. He looked down on me and asked why I would abandon him after all we had been through. I was too stunned to speak. He then grabbed me by my collar and lifted me into the air demanding an answer. Here was this man, my friend, who was the future King and he wanted me with him. To stand by his side in battle and drink with him in peace. It was something I had never considered."

Jon stopped as they came to an archway that led out onto the grounds into an area with many trees. Margery saw two Knights of the Kingsguard standing at attention in the hallway. Ser Barristan and Ser Oakheart, she believed.

Jon spoke up again and said, "he refused any excuse I made and told me that if he had to, he would strap me to a horse and drag me to the South with him. He is a great friend and I would die for him as he would for me." Jon smiled at her and released her arm. "I'll leave you now my Lady. He will be in there very close to the weirwood tree. He likes them for some reason. Says they calm him."

"Thank you, Jon, I appreciate your guidance and your words," Margery replied, giving him a soft smile. Jon just gave a small bow and headed back to the throne room.

Walking forward she cast a questioning look to Ser Barristan who gave her a nod that she could pass. Walking into the quiet grove she looked around in curiosity. She had never been in the Godswood at home, and this one was even larger and felt older. She would have to give Prince Hadrian credit. It was very calming and peaceful almost like in here time stood still.

Then she saw him and she would swear he was sleeping. He wore a black gambeson with golden trim, and dark brown cloth pants tucked into soft black leather boots. He leaned up against the weirwood tree eyes closed and breathing softly. His shoulder length black hair looked soft and waved slightly in the wind. In his lap he held a bronze hilted sword in a black scabbard. She noticed the sword had very little decoration especially compared to her brother's own blade which had golden roses etched throughout. Getting about ten feet from him he finally opened his eyes and stared straight at her.

She would have to reevaluate her impression of him because the most attractive thing about him had to be his eyes. They almost seemed to glow and bright and shining green. Like looking at the sun through colored glass. They also seemed to draw her into them, and she found herself swimming in their depths. Only his voice finally broke the quiet and made her mind her own again.

"My Lady Margaery, it's a pleasure to see you. May I say that you look beautiful this morning." He said, giving her a small smile while he continued to gaze up at her.

His voice was deep and kind, but seemed to also have a humorous quality. Almost like he had nothing but good cheer and joy to give. "Thank you, Prince Hadrian, you yourself look quite handsome as well." He grinned then and gave her a nod of thanks. "I wanted to wish you good luck in the tournament and that I will be cheering for your victory in the lists."

"Thank you my Lady I shall try not to disappoint." He looked at her curiously then and asked, "do you not hope for your Brothers' victory?"

She smiled and intimated that she would like to sit. He waved his acceptance and she sat taking the time to choose her response. "My Brother is usually a good person and quite skilled at arms. He has won many tournaments and Ladies across the realm desire his attention. He also has an enormously large head and too much confidence in his own prowess. He needs to lose to realize he is not the best and hopefully drain some of his ego. Far better for him to learn this now rather than when he is in a real battle."

Hadrian stared at her for a moment considering her words before he spoke with a grin. "Well my Lady I appreciate your honesty. I am aware of your Brother's reputation but I can only agree with your statement about a real battle. It is not a place to get too full of yourself or confident in your invulnerability."

Margery could only agree she truly did worry for her brother sometimes. He was too confident by far. "My Lord, I am aware he insulted you the other day. I want to apologize on his behalf, and ask that you not do any permanent damage to him in retaliation," Margaery said, trying to yet again cover for her brother's actions.

"You're so sure I will beat him Lady Margaery?" Hadrian asked, looking confused in a way that she thought was strangely cute on the large man.

She laughed slightly before she grinned back at him saying, "my Prince, please do not play the fool. I am well aware of your skill at arms and if my Grandmother's sources are to be trusted you may even be better than your own Uncle Ser Jamie."

Hadrian grinned back eyes sparkling with humor, "ahh you caught me my Lady. I do admit I have worked hard for the skills I have, but I will never underestimate an opponent. That way only leads to death," he said finishing on a serious note.

She nodded in agreement thinking back on her own lessons with her grandmother, and for a few minutes the two of them just sat there enjoying the quiet, lost in thought. She found this time was very pleasant. She wondered what made it so different. Was it being in the Godswood, or was it being with Hadrian? She watched him as he just sat there, eyes closed once again breathing softly. He almost projected calm. As if nothing in the world troubled him in this moment, and she found herself wishing she would be able to share more such moments with him like this.

Unfortunately, time was not on their side and as she heard steps approach, she saw Ser Barristan and Ser Oakheart walking towards them looking apologetic. "My Lord I hate to interrupt but you will need to head for the grounds soon."

She heard Hadrian sigh and stand up next to her as he attached his sword to his belt. Leaning down he offered her his hand and she accepted his assistance gratefully. "I apologize Lady Margaery, it seems our time is over." He said before he raised her hand and gave it a soft kiss and then turned to the waiting Knights. "Ser Barristan would you please escort Lady Margaery back to her family?"

"Of course, my Prince," he replied and offered his arm for her to take.

Margaery gave Hadrian a small curtsey in thanks and took Ser Barristan's arm as he led her from the Godswood. The entire time they walked together she was lost in thought over what had just happened, and before she was even aware a minute had gone by, they were on the other side of the Red Keep. "Oh, I am terribly sorry Ser Barristan I was lost in thought and didn't realize it had been so long." She was truly apologetic for her inattentiveness and a little embarrassed.

He just smiled at her kindly, "It's alright Lady Margaery. The Prince often has that effect on people."

She thanked him again and went inside their apartment awaiting the bells announcing the start of the jousts. She found her grandmother inside who sat her down noticing the expression on her face.

"Are you okay my dear you seem to be somewhere else?" Olenna asked, looking at her closely.

Speaking slowly, she replied, "yes Grandmother I'm fine. I just went to wish Prince Hadrian good fortune today and to apologize for Loras."

Her Grandmother scoffed shaking her head, "yes I did much the same, and though Hadrian was gracious I got the feeling that Loras will have some regrets."

"Yes, I got that feeling as well," Margaery said, giving her a wry smile. "I went to the throne room and asked a companion of his if he could guide me to him." At her Grandmother's look she paused, "the shorter one with black hair. He was gracious enough to take me to Hadrian, but I was curious how he met the Prince, and so I asked him. Apparently one of the Prince's best friends is Ned Stark's bastard Son. Hadrian and he have been friends for three years and they did many things together growing up. Hadrian did not care that he was a bastard and was just glad to have a true loyal friend."

"The type that values his friendships greatly," her Grandmother said nodding along at her story.

"So it seems," Margery agreed. "He also seems to inspire great loyalty in those around him. Anyway Jon, for that is his name, led me to the Godswood oddly enough. Apparently Hadrian spends quite a bit of time there. I do have to admit it was calming in there and very peaceful. I think I could understand the attraction."

"That may be part of why he went to the North. They have the largest number of worshippers of the Old Gods. Is Hadrian one of them?" Her grandmother asked, looking pensive.

"I am unsure, it did not come up," at her grandmother's nod she continued. "Anyway, I came upon him and he looked so peaceful. He was just sitting there leaning against the Weirwood tree, eyes closed breathing deeply. I would have sworn he was asleep. Eventually he noticed me and I joined him for a moment and we talked a bit exchanging pleasantries. The most remarkable moment happened afterward though. We just sat there in the wood feeling the slight breeze and enjoying the quiet."

Here Margaery's voice became lost and she just stared at the table between them. "It was a surreal Grandmother. He seemed to almost radiate calm and assuredness. It seemed like he was a rock in the world, nothing bothered him and there was nothing else that mattered." She drifted off in thought. She could almost remember the feeling. It was at the tip of her finger and if she stretched a bit farther she would have it in her grasp.

Olenna smiled at her granddaughter and let her have her moment. Apparently, she had quite the interesting morning. She didn't see this 'calmness' that Hadrian projected she saw his intelligence, and his way of understanding problems. As well as how he worked out solutions to them. But there were always many aspects to a person and she did only have one meeting with the man.

Margery shook herself and back before she smiled shyly at her Grandmother, "sorry I got lost in thought."

Olenna smiled and replied, "I could tell dear it must have been a memorable moment." Suddenly the air was cut by the sounds of the bells ringing from the Sept of Baelor. "Well let's get going. We don't want to miss your Brother's run, do we?"

TSKL

Hadrian was in his tent down near the Dragon Pit where the joust was to be held. He stood there while a servant was helping him put on his new armor.

His Grandfather walked in and looked him up and down before he nodded, "the armor suits you well. Your Father did a good job designing it," he said walking in and pouring himself something to drink.

"All right my Lord, that should be the last would you mind terribly walking around a bit to test it?" The servant said, hesitantly casting a glance towards his Grandfather. He nodded and walked around twisting and bending his arms. "Thank you it seems to be fine you may go."

The servant nodded nervously and almost ran from the tent. "You certainly do inspire great feelings wherever you go Grandfather," Hadrian said grinning at the older man.

Tywin smiled in amusement, "indeed I do. I have a suspicion that it is not always positive though."

"I'm afraid I would have to confirm that for you," Hadrian said, taking a seat.

Tywin joined him and took a sip before speaking, "I arranged for you to face Loras Tyrell first. I do hope he regrets the experience."

Hadrian nodded in agreement and spent time in a comfortable silence with his Grandfather. Many people made the mistake of assuming they had to fill the silence with chat when Tywin was in the room. He figured out long ago that Tywin often appreciated the silence taking the time to think over his recent and ongoing plans. Hadrian spent the time doing the same reflecting on his recent interaction with Margaery.

She truly was a devastatingly beautiful girl. Her eyes had small flecks of gold in them framed by warm brown hair. He thought she looked more attractive in her simple gown than many women did with specially designed outfits that cost their poor husbands or fathers a fortune.

But there was something else about her that was much more important. Hadrian often spent time in a Godswood because the magic in the air was much stronger there. He found it curious that magic in this world seemed attached to the worship of different religions. His magic had always been kind of weak. The only part of it that worked well was his peripheral magical senses that warned of danger, and his passive legilimency which he used quite often in his political interactions. He did have plans to study how magic truly worked in the future though.

Margaery, just as she had when they first met, caused his magic to react interestingly. Not in a threatening way. More in a comforting way. It was hard to describe, but it was something he wanted to look into as well. He also resolved to set aside more time to speak with her in the coming weeks.

Suddenly a servant wearing Lannister colors ran in and handed a note to his Grandfather. Tywin accepted it with a nod and dismissed him. Hadrian watched as he read the note and a single grey eyebrow slowly went up. His grandfather reached over and burnt the note on a candle before he said, "Hadrian which horse were you planning on using?"

Confused he answered, "my normal one the black Stallion you gave me before I went up North."

Tywin nodded before saying, "Loras has entered the lists with a single mare. She is in heat at the moment so I'm sure you understand the issue. You will use my horse, another mare. It's being brought around for you."

Hadrian nodded, "thank you Grandfather."

Soon enough another servant arrived and told Hadrian he would need to come into the arena. Hadrian nodded and grabbed his antlered helmet and his shield.

"Goodluck I expect you'll do well," Tywin said, patting him on the shoulder before he went off to take his seat.

Hadrian walked around the tent and grabbed the reins for a brown mare that a servant handed to him handing the man his shield to carry. While he led her to the entrance, he watched her movements making sure the stable had saddled her correctly. Seeing no issues, he walked off until he was just before the doors. Donning his helmet, he attached the clips into place as he mounted the mare and tested the saddle. Again, being satisfied he watched as two men checked all the straps and buckles before the same one from earlier handed him his shield. Hadrian set in waiting for the announcement taking calming breaths to counter his adrenaline.

TSKL

Tywin was fuming although no one could tell as he walked towards the stands. First that little shit from Highgarden dared disrespect his greatest heir, and then he planned on pulling a cheap trick to try and mess with Hadrian's mount. He truly hoped that the good Ser Loras took a very nasty fall from grace. Walking into the stands he took his seat with his family and the Tyrells across from them. King Robert was sitting on a podium above them all.

Myrcella who was sitting just in front of him turned around and looked at him worriedly, "Grandfather is Hadrian really going to joust? What if he gets hurt?"

"Then my good nephew may learn to leave tournaments for those who have true skill," said a cocky voice from Tywin's right. Looking over he saw Renly Baratheon preening with confidence. 'Obviously believes his lover will carry the day,' Tywin thought.

"If you're so sure Renly, 500 gold dragons on Hadrian to win in the first pass." This comment from Tywin caused all others in the box to go silent and look between the two. Tywin could almost feel the greed and joy in Renly's eyes.

"Agreed! And a very happy man you shall soon make me Lord Lannister," Renly said barely containing his happiness.

Tywin rolled his eyes and shared a glance with Cersei who just smirked in approval before he leaned forward to talk to a very nervous Myrcella. "Fear not Granddaughter," Tywin said, speaking softly. "Hadrian would not do this if he had anything less than perfect confidence in his abilities." He smiled reassuringly and patted her shoulder. Myrcella gave a somewhat more confident smile before turning back around.

"Maybe the giant fool will die and do me a favor," said Joffrey causing the entire box to fall silent and everyone to turn and look between Joffrey and King Robert. The sound of Robert crushing a metal cup in his fist had clearly been heard. Tywin noticed that Cersei seemed both enraged and worried. Mad due to his words about her eldest son, and worried due to what she feared were Roberts' next actions.

"What did you say boy?" Roberts' gravelly voice spoke out quietly, his face turning an angry red.

Joffrey showing basic survival instincts paled in fear before he hurried to say, "I was speaking of Ser Loras of course Father." This of course was not believed by the Tyrell's other than Mace who now looked upset.

Thankfully Robert bought it now being well into his cups, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Though Tywin did note that Stannis was glaring at Joffrey as if his mere existence was an offence. And why shouldn't he? Hadrian had been the one to quickly find the cure for his daughter's Greyscale infection shortly after she had been born. Hadrian did it to be kind and because he cared about family, but in doing so he bought Stannis as a loyal man for life.

Speaking of the girl, he noticed that she was sitting next to Myrcella. Both of whom were glaring at Joffrey in hate. Even kindly Tommen was looking at his brother displeased with his comment. Cersei was currently bent by Joffrey's ear and whispering furiously to Joffrey's rapidly reddening face.

Loudly the horns blew out and the two competitors rode into the ring. On the left was Loras riding a white mare with a light green tabard bearing golden flowers. His armor was a bright silver and he had not yet put on his helmet. He rode in waving to the crowd as they cheered his name.

On the right rode Hadrian. His black armor being a clear counter to Loras'. His antlered helmet with the bronze crown announcing that he was the crown prince. Tywin's own brown mare covered in a black tabard with a golden Baratheon stag on one side, and a golden Lannister lion on the other. The crowd gave polite claps, but Tywin could hear them whisper when they realized who he was. Apparently, they did not expect the Prince to compete in his own tournament. He caught Renly frown out of the corner of his eye. 'Must have been him who told Loras about Hadrian's preferred horse,' Tywin thought, smirking slightly at ruining his sad little trick.

The black stallion Hadrian preferred was a highly trained animal, Tywin was relatively sure a trick such as that would not have too great an effect. It was better though, to be sure rather than leave such things to chance.

He watched as the two men approached the Royal box and saw Loras frown towards Hadrian. Whereas Hadrian's face, for what you could see through his helm, was calm and smooth. Both men came up and saluted Robert who nodded to let them get on with it, and Tywin settled in to watch the show.

TSKL

Margery watched from the same box as Tywin as both men rode into the arena. She had been amused at Renly's bet and oddly angered at Joffrey's comment. She had almost wanted the King to react in some way, but like the weasel he apparently was, Joffrey spouted a lie that only their Father's bought.

She watched as Loras played the crowd and shared an exasperated look with her grandmother while her Father puffed in pride. Then Hadrian rode into the arena to polite applause.

His armor was pitch black with bronze accents, and his mounts tabard black with the dual symbol of his house. She had the thought that he looked like a Knight of Death and she suddenly worried more for Loras. She caught Loras' frown and wondered at it, but watched as they both rode off and collected their equipment.

Loras put on his overly decorated helmet and took up his lance and shield. Hadrian's shield was odd; it was large and round and looked to be entirely metal. It was also black like his armor and had a bronze stag and lion facing each other emblazoned upon it. It looked extremely heavy and she reevaluated the Princes' strength to carry it so easily.

She heard her Grandmother mutter, "like his father indeed."

The trumpeter raised his instrument and at a signal from the King blew on his horn to start the joust and both Knights rumbled towards each other. Faster and faster they rode lances lowered and shields tilted just slightly. Riding hard toward the inevitable conclusion.

It happened almost in slow motion for her as if time paused to make it more stunning. She watched as the two lanced crossed each other then caught the barest glimpse of Hadrian's lance jerk forward towards her brother. Loras' lance did the same towards Hadrian. However, this is where all similarity ended between the two.

Loras' lance merely bounced off of Hadrian's shield barely making an impact. Hadrian's lance however nailed her brother's shield straight on and Loras almost seemed to be lifted straight from the saddle and thrown to the sidelines. Her brother flew across the field and barreled into the sideline with a heavy crash. The crowd and everyone in it were shocked silent. Loras had won many tournaments and was the favorite to win here. Hadrian had used his lance to toss him aside almost mockingly.

The silence was broken as the majority of Hadrian's family rose up to cheer. Princess Myrcella and another girl next to her screaming out his name. Hadrian for his part merely turned and rode past ignoring her downed brother and giving a bow to the box before he got to the other end and waited.

The crowd was still mostly silent as several servants helped Loras stand, and one brought his horse. She watched as Loras struggled to stand his arm held close to his body seeming to be injured. He was escorted off the field while the next competitor was brought in for Hadrian to ride against.

TSKL

Tywin for his part was thrilled and even slightly shocked at what he had seen. He had been to many tournaments and never had he seen such a skillful ride performed by someone so young. Other than perhaps Rhaegar Targaryen or Jamie. He looked over at the Tyrells who seemed to be shocked silent other than Olenna who only waited until she could see that Loras was alive before she caught his eye and gave him a grateful nod.

Tywin returned it respectfully, but even he did not expect this. He turned to Jamie who seemed to be almost glowing in pride much like Cersei was. Catching his eye, he asked the silent question. 'Could you have taken that?'

Tywin was further shocked when Jamie's face turned serious and wavered in uncertainty. Jamie was possibly the best fighter in the long history of House Lannister, but it seemed his grandson might soon to replace him if this was anything to go by. He turned to watch as Hadrian rode past not even glancing at Loras, but giving a small bow to their box and riding down until he just turned waiting for the next round.

He would never know it but Tywin shared a thought then that Margery had earlier. Hadrian looked like the Knight of Death and he had just proven his skill. He then turned to Renly, smirking slightly eyebrow raised. The man just scowled and gave him a nod. Confirming that the money would be delivered later. Maybe he would buy a nice gift for his other grandchildren he thought mildly, as he sat down to watch Hadrian fight. This time against Lord Beric Dondarion.

For the next hour they watched as Knight after Knight, and Lord after Lord, Hadrian rode down the competition either only taking a glancing blow himself, or seemingly easily absorbing the hit on his shield without issue.

The same could not be said for his competition however almost all of them were unhorsed in a single pass, and the few who weren't quickly tumbled in the next. It was almost morbid and the crowd seemed to love it. They were at first shocked by the opening joust, but Hadrian soon became a favorite. They'd even given him a nickname 'The Black Prince'. Tywin quite liked it and was sure Hadrian would find it amusing. The boy found almost everything amusing in some fashion. Tyrion followed his earlier idea and managed to make quite a bit of gold. However, he didn't bet on if Hadrian would win. Rather he bet on how he would win.

Then the last Knight was called to fight, and this one caused a hush to fall over the crowd. He wore black armor as well and rode a large black stallion very similar to the one Hadrian had now switched to. Ser Gregor Clegane, or as he was called 'The Mountain that Rides'. Throughout the day Hadrian had always been larger than his competition. This man though he made Hadrian seem normal sized, maybe even small.

Tywin watched as they repeated the same steps they had seen throughout the day and then returned to their positions. He saw that Cersei's eyes were wide with worry and fear. Myrcella and Shireen held each other and Tommen seemed to whimper. Joffrey wore a gleeful smile and a sick gleam in his eye. Robert himself seemed hesitant to start the joust, but he reluctantly gave the signal.

TSKL

Margaery had watched Hadrian's almost deceptively easy showing in the tournament. Not a single opponent seemed to give him even the slightest trouble. It made Loras's earlier loss less shameful, but no other opponent had been hit near as hard or damaged as badly.

She was enjoying a small snack and cooled afternoon wine until she looked up sharply at her grandmothers muttered 'oh dear'. She watched as the largest man she had ever seen rode into the arena looking like a giant version of the already large Prince. She could feel the cheerful atmosphere die instantly, and a hush fell over the now nervous crowd.

She glanced at Hadrian's family who all seemed either extremely worried, Myrcella and Cersei, or like they wished they could call an immediate halt, Tywin Lannister and King Robert. Even the famously unshakable Stannis Baratheon had a grimace on his face as his eyes followed the two riders. She watched as King Robert reluctantly gave the okay and the two men rode forward.

Closer and closer they rode and the very air seemed to grow heavy with anticipation. Finally, with a great crash both riders' lances shattered on the others shield. Both riders shook with the impact but seemed more or less okay as they slowed down and then circled around to go again. Again, the trumpet and both men rode forward. Again, the crash and the shattering of lances. Again, they slowed, turned and rode back to their sides. This would be the last bout, and so far, no great damage had been done to either rider.

Once more they thundered forth, and again time seemed to slow for Margaery. She saw the lances cross just as they did with Loras, and then she saw the barest of difference where Hadrian seemed to almost twist his shield as he thrust his own lance forward. Hadrians' lance shattered against The Mountains' shield. The lance of his opponent seemed to make the barest contact with Hadrians' shield before it skipped off cracking, but not shattered.

The crowd seemed to hold its breath for a few more moments before they noticed what happened then with a great roar they cheered for their Black Prince and his victory. Margaery for her part let out a small breath she had been unaware she was holding.

TSKL

A few hours later at the celebratory feast in the throne room. Tywin Lannister sat back and watched as many of the 'great and powerful' Lords of Westeros swarmed around his grandson like flies over a corpse. Every Lord wanted his favor and every Lady wanted his eye. To Hadrian's credit he did well politically. Saying the right things and giving assurances all with a genial smile. To those who knew him well however you could tell he was exasperated with their behavior.

After Hadrian had won the joust. Tywin and the rest of their family had gone to Hadrian's tent to congratulate him. While there Tywin and Cersei had tried to convince Hadrian to not compete in the melee tomorrow but he wouldn't hear of it. All he would say was that people needed to know that their future king was capable of fighting.

Tywin supposed that was true, and Pycelle has said there was only some deep bruising on his shield arm. Other than that Hadrian was perfectly healthy so Tywin and Cersei had reluctantly given in. Tywin did have to smile though. Apparently Loras Tyrell was too injured to compete tomorrow he had suffered a broken left arm, several cracked ribs, and severe bruising. 'Maybe the cocky boy will learn to respect the Lannister's,' Tywin thought with grim amusement.

Before Tywin could sink further into thought he noticed that Lady Olenna had tried to catch his attention, and was now motioning for a word in private. Walking over he followed her into a private corner of the room.

"Lord Tywin," she said in greeting, "I wanted to thank you for not doing any permanent damage to Loras for his actions the other day."

"I am unsure as to what you're implying Lady Olenna," Tywin replied, not yet willing to be so frank.

"Oh please," Olenna replied in exasperation. "I and everyone else out there today saw Hadrian's skill, and if you and he had wanted to I'm sure he could have killed Loras without too much of an issue."

Tywin merely nodded before replying, "I am just hoping the lad will understand the lesson behind Hadrian's actions."

Olenna scoffed in humor, "he does. Thankfully that is. The boy's head has grown much too large of late. I and the majority of his family all hoped he would be brought down from the clouds, and this seems to have done it for him."

Tywin smiled slightly, "well House Lannister is of course glad to aid House Tyrell in such an endeavor." He saw Olenna's eyes flash in amusement before she spoke again.

"Would you be missed here Tywin, or could we perhaps talk about Hadrian and Margery beginning an official courtship? I'm assuming he informed you of his recent discussions with both I and my Granddaughter." Olenna finally revealed her true intentions.

It took Tywin a bit of effort to hide his smile. The Tyrell's had only been in Kings Landing for two days and already Ladies Olenna and Margery seemed to be impressed enough with Hadrian, or they just wanted the power the marriage would bring. 'Good job my boy,' Tywin thought, 'it seems you have not lost your usual magnetism.'

"If that is something that House Tyrell is interested in discussing. Then Hadrian has given me permission to do so on his behalf. As long as he makes the final decision that is," Tywin replied.

"Well I, and therefore House Tyrell, would like to discuss it. I'd also like to confirm the terms I and Prince Hadrian had talked about the other day," Olenna replied, taking Tywin's offered arm.

"Of course, Lady Olenna. I would be happy to oblige," Tywin said leading Olenna towards his chambers and the office he had there.

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Hadrian saw his Grandfather walk off with Lady Olenna and fought to hide a smirk. He was confident he knew the topics of the conversation to come. He wasn't opposed to it; he was so far positive towards Margery and he was interested in spending more time with her. He was also glad she did not see his actions against Loras in a negative light. She had intimated as much earlier when she congratulated him on his victory.

Speaking of which he had never been more nervous in a joust than he had been against Ser Gregor. The mans' lance had struck him like the hammer of a god and rattled his teeth. It was all he could do to ensure his own strike was successful. In order to win he knew it would take more though. So, at the last second, he had activated a rune on his shield that propelled Ser Gregor's lance away allowing him to win.

He didn't see it as cheating merely using all the tools at his disposal. Ser Gregor used his great strength and size, and Hadrian had used his magic to activate one of the runes he had carved into the back of his shield. He had spent some time since he had received his armor carving runes throughout it. Putting his armor on drained him like he was a magical battery but it still left him with plenty of his current magic.

He saw Varys flag him down from across the room and made his excuses to the current Lords around him. Saying that he had business he had to attend to and could not postpone. Walking over to Varys he followed him down a hallway into a private area. Varys leaned in speaking very quietly.

"Jon Arryn had just passed away from his sickness," he said. "It was very strange how quickly he passed. He had been a very healthy man before. Sparring occasionally even at his age."

"Poison then?" Hadrian asked, seeing Varys nod. "Can you try and find out who did it for me?"

Varys looked at him for a minute before he slowly nodded, "Yes my Lord I can try but I will make no promises. All I will say is to be extra vigilant. If you died then Joffrey would be King." Hadrian could not hide his grimace at that thought. "I concur my Lord the throne would suit him ill."

Hadrian sighed, "thank you my friend your efforts are greatly appreciated. I will handle telling my Father."

Varys nodded before saying, "Oh and Ser Gregor has left on his trip." With that statement and with a small bow he headed off down the hallway.

Hadrian turned around and catching Ser Oakheart asked him to give Lord Tywin the news. Then he walked up to his father on the throne with a grave look on his face. His father was all smiles and drinking before he caught his face. Robert's face quickly fell as he realized his son did not have good news for him.

Leaning down to speak quietly Hadrian said, "Father I am sorry to tell you that Jon Arryn has just passed from his illness." Hadrian watched as his Father seemed to age greatly before his very eyes. He felt bad that this information had hurt him so much.

"He was…was a good man, Jon." Roberts said haltingly. "I hate to ask Son but can you handle the arrangements. I just can't do it."

Hadrian nodded and patted his Father's shoulder, "of course Father I will handle it, but you should write a raven to Lord Stark tomorrow."

"Aye, I should do that. Thank you, Son," Robert said before he got up and walked off in the direction of his rooms.

Hadrian really felt for his Father in that moment Jon Aaryn had been like a parent to him. He had also been a friend to Hadrian like another uncle. He would be missed.

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While Hadrian had been fighting and dealing with politics Jon and Sandor had been eating and drinking around Kings Landing enjoying their Lord and friend's gold. Jon was currently enjoying one of the better ale's he had found in the city while Sandor had run off with a woman he paid for some time ago.

He however was more than happy to stay here and enjoy the good drink and food that was to be found. But he also had a mission from Hadrian that he was working on at the same time. Several in fact. First he was supposed to find all of Petyr Baelishs' establishments. Both known and secret. He was doing this by just talking to homeless people he found. Who always knew more than you would guess, and were more than willing to talk for some gold. Of course, the information might be inaccurate, but it gave him more places to check.

The second, and reason he was in this establishment, was Hadrian had plans for a military force. He needed some of the first recruits for this endeavor. Normally pretty easy, but Hadrian wanted specific people for this first group. Hadrian was looking for bastard children, preferably born from Lords of the land. Why? Because Hadrian wanted to train the first 50 or so to be the future leaders and commanders of this force. Who would be more loyal to Hadrian than lowborn bastards who had no other prospects who he brought up, trained, and gave them a home?

No one, Jon knew that lesson well himself. He respected Hadrian greatly and loved him like a brother. He knew Hadrian was truly friends with him. However, the Lannister part of his friend also looked for lessons and advantages in everything. It was a skill Jon knew he himself did not possess, but he could appreciate its advantages in his friend. Jon was a fighter and he and Sandor were going to be the leaders of this force under Hadrian himself.

This force, the Iron Guard, as Hadrian had named them, was to be funded through Hadrian's trading company that he shared with Lord Tyrion. With these funds Hadrian's current goal was to get the force to 10,000 soldiers within two years and preferably sooner. This included building a garrison for them next to the Red Keep. This would be only part of their duty, to guard the Keep. Hadrian had told Jon that he wanted his own personal force. Outside the forces he could call upon as King that is.

Jon was here for the girl standing next to the door of this tavern. The girl was tall, around 6'2 if he had to guess, taller than himself. She was also strong with muscles you would expect to see on a man rather than a woman, and she carried a large heavy mace. She had short curly black hair and bright blue eyes. She actually reminded Jon a bit of Hadrian to be honest. Except for the eyes that is. She was really a very attractive woman, but Jon was here to enlist her not chat her up. He was waiting for her shift to end which he thought would be soon seeing as she had been here most of the day.

Finally, a break seemed to come for Jon in the form of the owner who waved at the woman, and he watched as another man came in from the back and took her place. The woman herself actually came up and joined him at the bar staring right at him.

"All right pretty boy, why have you been staring at me all day? You a creep or something?" She asked looming over him threateningly.

"No, I'm not, I promise!" He hastened to say. "I'm sorry if I've been staring but I've been trying to find the right time to talk with you."

She looked at him suspiciously for a minute before she sat next to him and ordered a drink for herself. "Well say your peace pretty boy. Names Bella by the way, Bella Waters."

"My name's Jon Snow, and I'll be straight with you. I am a friend of, and work for, Prince Hadrian Baratheon," at this name her eyes shot up into his face. "He wants me to find people, preferably bastards, to be hired on and trained for a project he wants to put together."

She looked at him hard for a few more moments before saying, "What project? And why's he wanting bastards for? No high Lord like that wants anything to do with us."

"I'm evidence against that. He is my friend, and has never looked down on me or any other bastard I've ever seen him meet." Jon said, defending his friend. "He is putting together a military force and he wants bastards to be the main part of the first draft because he knows we are treated badly and wants to earn our loyalty by being good to us."

Bella scoffed, "I won't go killin children for some Lord just because he puts me in fancy armor."

"Hadrian would never order anyone to do that," Jon said earnestly.

"Well he might not but his Grandfather, Tywin Lannister, would and has in the past." She said in reply.

Jon flinched, he had to give her that point. "We wouldn't have to listen to Tywin Lannister. You would be under Hadrians' banner, and he is an honorable man if a little ruthless."

She still seemed like she didn't believe him and Jon set in for a long conversation before they were interrupted. By the tavern owner himself who was also the bartender.

"Lass I've lived in Kings Landing my whole life, and everything I've ever heard about the Prince fits what this boy here is saying." He said speaking up. "You're a good fighter girl it's why I hired you, but if this boy here is speaking true you should take the chance." Then the man shrugged and said, "if it don't pan out you can always come back to this hole."

Bella stared at the bartender seeming to have a silent conversation for a minute before it ended with her nod. She turned to look at Jon before she sighed and said, "all right pretty boy I'll at least show up and see what the Prince says. When and where?"

Jon smiled slightly wishing she would just call him Jon. "In one month's time, come to the Red Keep and tell the guard at the gate you're there about the Iron Guard. They will tell you where to go from there."

Bella nodded before she was distracted by her food arriving and dismissed him. 'Seems the conversation is over,' Jon thought slightly annoyed. Getting up he paid and left the tavern looking for the next one he had more work to do after all.

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Hadrian was sitting in his chambers doing some paperwork he had put off, or rather that his Father had put off. Still it was his work and he would do it before the melee tomorrow. He was looking forward to the competition. He preferred fighting on foot as opposed to on horseback. In fact, his fighting style worked much better on foot. His heavy armor and large shield were much easier to use correctly on foot. He was glad to be on good terms with his Uncle Jamie who was excellent on horseback. With him under Tywin's command Hadrians' cavalry arm would be strong.

He was reading over several papers from his informants at the moment trying to see how his projects were going. Tyrion had already agreed to give him additional funds for the Iron Guard. As long as he also benefited from the hopefully loyal guard as well. With Tyrion hoping to bring his family to Kings Landing eventually it wasn't all that shocking. Jon had apparently had decent success as well. Already he had 37 bastards who agreed to come to the Keep to be trained after his coronation. Their training would mostly be Jon and Sandor's responsibility, but Hadrian would be in charge of teaching the commanders on how to think more tactically. Hadrian also had plans for another trainer for this first group, but that was still in the air.

There was also a message from his Grandfather explaining the talks he had had with Lady Olenna earlier in the day. Overall the terms remained unchanged, just a few trading matters between the Reach and Westerlands that really were not Hadrian's business. Apparently, his courtship of Margery could be announced tomorrow at the closing feast if Hadrian approved. Also, Robert would be announcing his abdication. It seems his Father really wanted to just leave. In one day the Kingdom would learn of the shifting powers around them. Hadrian was not ignorant enough to think that there would be peace for much longer. He gave it five years at most before someone caused an issue. He figured the Greyjoy's would be the first.

The last note was from some of Varys spies in the North. The Bolton's are dissatisfied with their lot in life. Hadrian sighed heavily, 'the Bolton's are unhappy huh? It would take very little for them to ally with the Frey's and Euron and all of a sudden, we have rebellion. If more Northern houses went to their side, or any of the other great houses of the Kingdoms, it would become progressively harder to fight. I'll tell Varys to get as many updates as possible while I write a warning to Robb.

Writing both letters he set them aside to be delivered later. He leaned back in his chair and sighed before he decided to be done for the night. Getting up he organized his remaining papers into the safe he kept them in. Pushing a little magic into the locking rune he headed towards bed, but before he got there someone knocked on his door.

'It's late no one should be visiting me at this time,' Hadrian thought grabbing his sword and drawing it halfway. Walking up to the door he called out, "Yes, who is it?"

"My Lord, Lady Margaery is out here requesting to speak with you," came the voice of Ser Greenfield.

Still hesitant he kept his sword ready and yanked the door open. Ser Greenfield to his credit just stood there only widening his eyes for a moment before he smiled. Whereas Lady Margaery jumped a bit from behind him.

"I congratulate your caution Prince Hadrian, but it is only we," Preston said, stepping aside for Lady Margaery.

"I apologize my Lady I just feel you can never be too cautious, I'm sure you understand." Hadrian said in apology.

Margaery just gave him a small nod in acknowledgement, "of course my Lord. I understand a visit this late is unusual, but I felt I needed to speak with you immediately upon gaining some information from my Grandmother."

'Ah. She wants to discuss our courtship,' Hadrian thought. Giving Margaery a nod he invited her in before closing the door again. He waved Margery to take a seat at the nearby table while he provided some water and wine. Pouring himself some water, while Margaery had wine, he took a seat across from her.

"May we speak plainly my Prince I feel it would aid us," Margaery said taking a small sip.

Hadrian just grinned and leaned back, "that's fine Margaery I really hate all the pomp and ceremony, but I do understand it has its place."

"Of course, it does, but sometimes you just want to speak your truth, right?" She asked returning his grin in a way that stirred him slightly. 'Gods that grin is deadly. If she did that all the time, I would have no chance,' Hadrian thought.

"Indeed, and it's the way I prefer to speak really. At least in private where we can enjoy such things." Hadrian replied.

"Well then let's have it out," Margaery said, taking another drink still grinning. 'It's official she is aware of the power she holds, and loves it,' Hadrian thought amusedly. "My Grandmother told me that you are open to a courtship between us, but that it was ultimately your decision. Just as the decision is mainly mine, though I do consider my Grandmother's opinion. I want to know what I would be allowed to do as your Queen, and what your future goals are?"

Hadrian looked at her in confusion, "What you could do as Queen? Well what do you want to do?" Hadrian asked, grinning at her slight shock. "As long as it makes you happy and either helps or just doesn't hinder other's I won't really care. I might even help depending on what it is," Hadrian finished with a shrug. At her continued blank look, he further explained, "my Mother may be one of the unhappiest Queen's in history. It has caused more than a few issues. If I can avoid that I will certainly try."

He watched as Margaery blinked once or twice. Then she smiled in a way that he swore lit up the night. He could only smile back; it was truly the only option. "Hadrian if you're being honest then I think I would be very happy as your Queen. To give you an idea of my interests though, I would like to help the smallfolk and most of the poorer areas of King Landing. Mostly to provide better living conditions to the poorer people, and potentially more jobs. Doing so would also gain you the regular citizens loyalty."

Hadrian smiled before he stood for a moment motioning her to stay seated as he went into his office. After a minute he returned holding a few papers. "You mean like this Margaery?" He said with a cocky grin handing over the papers to her.

She looked over the papers in confusion before she realized what they were. They were diagrams and building charts. As well as maps of the capitol and the greater Crownlands. The capitol was remodeled with several standard buildings that he had blueprints for. There were several standard houses or taverns. For businesses he had building's pre-drawn for shops below, and houses above like most merchants preferred. As well as a new idea for stockpiling goods, that from what she could read, would allow them to store foodstuff in greater quantities and for longer periods of time. He also had plans to section the city into districts depending upon their purpose.

In the surrounding lands he already had plans for market towns and defense garrisons as well as many plots of land drawn up for farming practices. Some sort of crop rotational system. He also had sketches of new farming implements. Something called a plow that would allow more planting at a faster rate. There was one thing called a 'tree farm' that was very interesting. It seemed to be designed to grow trees faster and in an organized way to provide more wood necessary for all of these renovations. There was much more and it would take her a lot of time to read through all of the material. This was apparently his 'rough' idea as well, and it was more than she had ever dreamed of.

"If any of that interests you I could use competent aid with it. That way I could focus on more external matters and training the military," Hadrian said, giving her a small smile.

She took a moment to observe the man before her. He was different than any other she had met and something seemed to draw her to him. She didn't know what it was, but she wanted to resist it less and less the more she learned about him. "Yes, I would be more than happy to help with any or all of this. I can't believe you already had this planned out. Has any of this been tested?"

"Yes, the plow has been tested and works. In fact, Lord Stark has already implemented many of the farming practices I have written down on there and is already seeing good returns." Hadrian replied.

"This is amazing Hadrian there is so much here," Margaery said before she paused a minute on one page in particular. "What's this 'Iron Guard' you have on here. It looks to be an army, but you already command the Crownlands forces." Margery asked looking up for the first time.

"That would be because it is. It's a military force I'm planning on putting together that will be on permanent standby. It's main duty at first will be to guard the Red Keep instead of the Gold Cloaks. Since they are paid, housed, and trained by me I'm hoping to have their loyalty firmly with me." Hadrian took a drink before he continued. "Eventually the Guard will be large enough to man all the garrisons I have set up on that map of the Crownlands. It will also be the main fighting force I can draw on immediately for both defense and offence."

Margaery nodded thoughtfully before she continued, "much like how Lord Tywin reconfigured the Lannister forces years ago right?"

"Essentially the same yes," Hadrian replied, glad she seemed to understand.

"Well I guess you have thought things out pretty well Hadrian. I'll admit to being impressed." She smiled at him returning his papers. "The civilian side of things is what I would be more interested in working on. In fact, not just interested I would be very happy working on such things."

"Well I would very much appreciate someone else taking some of my workload away from me," Hadrian said grinning. Hadrian hesitated a moment before speaking again. "I also wonder if I might ask you to help teach and train my sister Myrcella in the way you were?" At Margaery's questioning look he continued.

"Most of my family will be returning to Casterly Rock when I take the crown. Myrcella however will remain here at my Grandfathers insistence. You were trained by Lady Olenna herself, one of the best in Westeros at politics, people, and controlling their Lords. All are things a Lady needs to know and understand. With your teaching I would feel Myrcella well prepared to face the world."

Hadrian smiled and then spoke with a sincere tone. "Myrcella is also my favorite sibling and we are very close. Sadly, there are not many girls her age in the capitol other than my cousin Shireen. So, I do somewhat hope a friendship would develop between the two of you, and you're a better role model for her than my Mother."

Margaery gave him a large smile, "I would certainly be willing to try. She seems like a sweet girl and obviously loves you very much," she said with a teasing grin.

Hadrian blushed lightly at that. Myrcella, Tommen, and Shireen fairly tackled him in the throne room earlier. It was a social mistake, but Hadrian loved his family and refused to care or apologize. "Yes, I love my family very much and would move mountains to keep them safe."

"A good quality and admirable. Well Hadrian I am certainly interested in your future plans and would truly like to help. I do have one more question though." She looked at him for a moment, eyes slightly narrowed. "Are you a follower of the Old Gods? I've heard you spend a lot of time in Godswood and I'm just curious."

Hadrian refilled his drink thinking of his response. At length he replied thoughtfully. "I have studied religion in this world from a very young age. From the Old Gods and The Seven to the Red God R'hllor. Even the Drowned God and the various other gods of Essos. I have only ever seen evidence or felt a presence that I would describe as godly, from the Old Gods and the Red God. Of the two I prefer the Old Gods. Their presence, for lack of a better word, is calming and peaceful. Whereas the Red Gods' was violent and made me angry. So, in short yes, I much prefer the Old Gods over The Seven."

Margaery seemed thoughtful before she nodded and said, "I understand that, and you have better reasons than most for your choice. Reasons I can respect honestly. I had never been in a Godswood before this morning and it was a surreal experience for me. It felt so calm and peaceful in there."

"Yes, it does," Hadrian replied, "I really value my time there and use it when I'm feeling too stressed or harried. I can usually organize my thoughts better and make calmer decisions while in there." Hadrian smiled at her before saying, "your presence was quite welcome and I would offer you an open invitation to join me in the mornings. We could even take breakfast together there and talk, or just relax and think."

Margaery grinned back in return before responding. "It would also allow us time to get to better know one another."

"It would, yes. I also get to spend my morning with a beautiful girl so I really can't lose here," Hadrian said grinning in response. To his surprise Margery blushed a little. It made her look truly stunning, and he thought he might be developing a bit of a crush on the young woman across from him.

"Thank you for the compliment Hadrian. I find you quite handsome myself," she replied and it was his turn to smile again. They both had the same thought at that moment. 'This marriage might just work out.'

They both continued to talk to each other late into the night before they parted company. They agreed to have breakfast with each other in the Godswood. When Margaery got back to her family's chambers, she was surprised to find her grandmother still awake.

"How was your meeting with Hadrian my dear?" Olenna said smiling suggestively.

"Grandmother!" she replied. "Nothing of that sort occurred!" Margaery said blushing heavily.

Olenna cackled happily, "Of course not dear. Such a thing would never work on Hadrian. I knew that almost from the moment we met. If so I would have suggested you do so. If he could be swayed by a pretty face and paltry seduction then he would be married already."

Margaery nodded in thought, "true enough Grandmother. I find him very intelligent and charming. In fact, I have been invited on a somewhat permanent basis to eat with him in the mornings. He likes to have breakfast in the Godswood and I agreed to accompany him."

"So, he is a follower of the Old Gods then?" Olenna asked, looking thoughtful.

"Yes, he admitted as much. Although compared to most he actually has good reasons and is apparently well studied in religion." At her grandmother's questioning look she explained. "He said that he cannot feel anything he would define as godly in the temples of The Seven. In a Godswood though he said he can feel a presence or influence he would describe as godly. Honestly after going into one for the first time this morning I think I can understand what he means. It truly is a unique feeling."

To her surprise her grandmother smiled, "indeed it is my dear. After all, why do you think Highgarden has a Godswood? Your father certainly doesn't use it. More's the pity." At Margaery's surprised look she chuckled. "I have believed in the power of the Old Gods since I was very little and first visited the North. Compare that feeling to The Seven, and you can almost taste their hollowness." Margaery nodded in agreement. "So, should we go forward with the courtship then dear girl?"

"Yes, Grandmother I think so," Margaery replied smiling.

"Very well I'll inform your father in the morning. Now let us be off to bed. It's late, and tomorrow promises to be a long day." Olenna said, giving her a hug before retiring.

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