GOT: My Secret Lover is sansa-Chapter 100

Jaime gave a short, hard laugh. "I admit, out of everyone i was not expecting to see you here.."

Alaric swung his leg over his saddle and dropped to the muddy ground. His boots hit the dirt with a heavy thud. He held The Red Eclipse in his right hand. The steel dripped with fresh blood.

"Tell your men to stand down," Alaric said. He stepped forward, leaving his horse behind. "Fight me. Just you and me. One on one."

The sounds of clashing swords and screaming men started to fade. Soldiers from both sides turned their heads to watch. A challenge between commanders in the middle of a battle was rare. The fighting slowly stopped as word passed through the ranks.

Jaime raised his eyebrows. A slow, arrogant smile spread across his face. "A one-on-one duel? With me?" He looked at Alaric’s dark armor and then at his sword. "You are either very brave or very stupid."

"If you win, you and your men can ride away," Alaric said. His face stayed completely blank. "If I win, you throw down your sword and come with me in chains."

Jaime’s smile widened. He loved a good fight. The Kingslayer stood before them, the finest swordsman in Westeros, and he knew it. A northern ward did not trouble him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Deal," Jaime said.

He swung down from his white warhorse. His golden armor clanked as his boots hit the wet earth. He drew his sword. The castle-forged steel shined bright, even under the gray sky.

"Stay back," Jaime ordered his guards. He did not even look at them. "This one is mine."

The Lannister guards slowly stepped back. Alaric did not need to give an order. His Blood Knights already stood perfectly still, forming a solid wall of red and black steel behind him.

The whole battlefield went quiet. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the heavy breathing of tired men. Thousands of soldiers stood in a massive ring, watching the center.

Jaime rolled his shoulders. He spun his sword in his right hand, loosening his wrist and testing his grip. He took slow, confident steps forward, his feet finding solid ground in the mud.

Jaime moved first. He was incredibly fast. He crossed the distance in three quick strides and swung his bright sword at Alaric’s head.

Alaric raised The Red Eclipse and blocked. The blades crashed together with a loud ring of steel. The heavy impact forced Alaric to take a step back.

Jaime did not stop. He struck again instantly, aiming for Alaric’s ribs, then his legs, then his neck. His sword moved in a blur. He was the Kingslayer for a reason. Every swing was precise. Every step was placed perfectly in the slippery mud.

Alaric could only defend. He backed up, blocking hit after hit. Sparks flew when their swords met. Jaime’s speed and technique were overwhelming. Jaime’s blade slid past Alaric’s guard and struck his shoulder, leaving a deep cut in the dark leather armor. A moment later, Jaime kicked Alaric in the stomach, sending him stumbling back into a muddy puddle.

The Lannister soldiers cheered loudly.

Jaime grinned. He stepped forward and brought his sword down hard with both hands. Alaric caught the blow on his blade, but his knees bent slightly under the massive weight.

"You are too slow, boy," Jaime said, pressing his blade down.

Alaric did not answer. He just pushed Jaime’s sword away and stepped back. His face was still completely blank. He was not breathing hard.

The fight went on. Minutes passed. The wet mud sucked at their boots, making every step difficult. Jaime kept attacking, but his heavy golden armor was dragging him down. The cold air burned in his lungs. Sweat ran down his forehead and stung his eyes.

Jaime swung at Alaric’s chest. Alaric knocked the blade aside. Jaime spun to strike his flank, but Alaric was already there, his dark sword perfectly positioned to block.

Jaime finally stepped back to catch his breath. His chest heaved up and down. His sword arm felt heavy. He looked at Alaric.

The northern ward stood exactly as he had at the start. He was not sweating. He was not gasping for air. His grip on his sword was rock solid.

Jaime wiped his face with the back of his steel glove. He stared at Alaric, his arrogant smile completely gone.

"How much stamina do you have?" Jaime muttered between heavy breaths.

Alaric did not boast. "Enough."

Alaric moved forward. This time, he attacked.

He swung The Red Eclipse with brutal force. Jaime raised his sword to block. The impact sent a painful shockwave right up Jaime’s arm. His wrist flared with sharp pain.

Alaric swung again, faster this time. Jaime stepped back to parry the blow, but his heel slipped in the deep mud. He almost fell.

Alaric did not give him a second to recover. He hit Jaime’s sword, then his shoulder plate, then his sword again. The dark blade kept coming.

Alaric did not slow down. Every single swing hit just as hard as the very first one.

Jaime was forced backward. He blocked wildly, just trying to survive. He could not find any opening to strike back. His lungs burned. The golden armor felt like it was crushing him. He tried one desperate swing at Alaric’s neck, but Alaric knocked the sword aside easily.

Alaric stepped in close and slammed the heavy metal pommel of his sword straight into Jaime’s face guard.

Jaime stumbled backward, his head snapping back. His ears rang. He tasted blood in his mouth and his knees started to give out.

Jaime dropped to one knee. His fingers went numb, and his bright sword slipped from his hand, sticking point-first into the mud. He tried to blink away the dizzy feeling, but Alaric was already there.

Alaric kicked Jaime hard in the chest. Jaime fell flat on his back. Mud splashed up over his golden armor. Before Jaime could move, Alaric stepped closer and pointed the tip of The Red Eclipse right at Jaime’s throat.

"Do you yield?" Alaric asked. His voice was steady and quiet.

Jaime looked up at the dark blade. He tasted iron. He spat a mouthful of blood into the mud and sighed.

"I yield," Jaime said.