The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“I'll bet with you after the Mountain, Loras, and the Hound decide the winner against the Kingslayer,” Littlefinger said with a smile.

“What? Are you afraid?”

“I'm afraid you'll lose too badly!” Littlefinger revealed a mischievous smile. “Your Knight of Flowers is about to be knocked off his horse, and might even lose his life!”

Duke Renly was about to retort when Littlefinger moved to Sansa Stark's side.

He was slightly shorter than Sansa. “You must be her daughter,” Littlefinger said, a smile on his lips, but no smile in his gray-green eyes. “You have the Tully look.”

“I am Sansa Stark,” Sansa felt uneasy. The man who had suddenly appeared before her was wearing a heavy cloak with a fur collar, fastened with a silver mockingbird. He had a natural and elegant aristocratic air, and stood up straight, but she didn't recognize him, only vaguely remembering seeing him at the royal courtiers' table at last night's banquet. “My lord, I have not yet had the honor of knowing you.”

Septa Mordane hurried to defuse the situation. She was Sansa's tutor and had grown up with the child, like a mother. “Good child, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, the Master of Coin on the King's Council. Without him, we wouldn't have had so much delicious food at last night's banquet.”

“Septa, you flatter me. Last night's delicious food was thanks to the Mountain's snow salt. His snow salt made all the dishes more exquisite and delicious.”

“Yes, thank you to Ser Gregor for the snow salt. We also received Ser Gregor's snow salt gift. I have never seen salt grains as fine as sand and as white as snow.” Septa Mordane praised enthusiastically.

“Yes, Septa, I feel the same way. I think the Westerlands' snow salt will become the best-selling commodity in the Seven Kingdoms after the tournament.” He nodded slightly to the Septa, then turned his gaze to Sansa's face. “Sansa, your mother, Lady Catelyn, was once the queen of love and beauty in my heart.” He took a step closer to Sansa, his elbow touching her body. Sansa smelled mint in his breath.

“You inherited her hair, and those charming eyes.” He abruptly reached out and stroked a strand of auburn hair on Sansa's shoulder, then withdrew his hand, his fingertips inadvertently brushing Sansa's cheek. “I almost lost my life for your mother, you know? Sansa, how is your mother?”

Sansa leaned back slightly, but space was limited and she couldn't completely avoid Littlefinger's approach. “She is very well, my lord!” Sansa felt her heart beating very fast.

“Oh, the Duchess is certainly doing very well. Forgive me for interrupting, Miss Sansa. Let us cheer for the four brave knights together!” Without waiting for Sansa to answer, Littlefinger bowed slightly, nodded to Septa Mordane, then turned gracefully and left.

In the arena, the handsome and charming Knight of Flowers rode past the stands. When he passed Sansa, he stopped his horse, placed his hand on his left chest, and bowed to Sansa. Sansa felt a heat all over her body and quickly returned the salute, her face already flushed.

With the King's loud announcement, the Mountain and the Knight of Flowers went to their respective positions and took their lances. The Knight of Flowers smiled and looked at his groom, who nodded in response, reassuring the Knight of Flowers.

His groom was experienced in raising horses and could see that the Mountain's steed was a stallion in heat, which was a fatal weakness. When a stallion in heat encounters a mare in heat, the stallion will lose control just from the scent.

When the Knight of Flowers took his lance, he quietly switched to a mare in heat.

A mare in heat against a stallion in heat would cause the stallion to lose control first and become aggressive, while the mare would become docile in the face of male power.

When the Mountain's stallion lost control, the Mountain would reveal an opening. With the Knight of Flowers' precise lance skills, he would only need one lance, using the force against the force, to knock the Mountain off his horse. Even if he couldn't, he could still surpass the Mountain in lance skills.

The two steeds charged at each other. The Knight of Flowers adopted a defensive stance with his lance, waiting for the Mountain's stallion to lose control as the two steeds approached. The defensive stance would instantly turn into an offensive one, knocking down the Mountain and setting a record!

In the shouts of thousands of people, everyone on the King's stand stood up, whether commoners or nobles, cheering for the Knight of Flowers. Duke Renly waved his hands and shouted loudly.

The Mountain adopted an offensive stance, holding his lance level, able to attack in the upper, middle, and lower directions. But the Knight of Flowers was very cautious, using his shield and lance to defend perfectly, without revealing any flaws. His frontal defense was very risky, because the Mountain's divine power was invincible. It would not be difficult for the lance to shatter the shield and send the person flying, so Duke Renly was shouting at him to pay attention to dodging and counterattacking.

No one could withstand the Mountain's attack in a frontal defense!

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder as the two horses approached. Strangely, why was the Mountain's horse's rhythm so tight and not chaotic at all? The Knight of Flowers was wondering when suddenly, the Knight of Flowers' mare jumped violently, its rhythm changed, bucking up and down, and rushed towards the Mountain's horse. The Knight of Flowers was caught off guard and was almost thrown off by the horse under him. He was skilled in horsemanship and quickly dropped his shoulders and waist, his legs firmly clamping the horse's back to prevent falling. The defensive posture of the lance and shield in his hand instantly deformed, his chest wide open, full of flaws.

Bang!

A loud noise.

The Mountain's lance thrust out, hitting the Knight of Flowers' chest. The lance head shattered, wood chips flying everywhere. The Knight of Flowers groaned, and the person flew backwards horizontally, as if an invisible rope had wrapped around his waist and pulled him up and away.

His horse had lost control, pouncing on the Mountain's horse like crazy, neighing, jumping and swaying, circling around, and trying to rub its body against the Mountain's steed.

The Mountain stabbed down with his lance, piercing the mare's unprotected neck with one blow. The Mountain pushed hard, and the mare fell to the ground with a bang, struggling to death, its hind hooves kicking up dust. The Mountain pulled out his lance and stabbed again, hitting the horse's abdomen, pinning the horse to the ground. The mare stopped struggling, blood gushing from the wound in its neck.

At the edge of the arena, the Knight of Flowers' groom was so frightened that his face was pale and his body was shaking. The Mountain's horse ran around the arena, raising his hands to accept the cheers of the crowd. Unfortunately, the cheers were faint, and everyone was worried about the elegant and charming Knight of Flowers. The Knight of Flowers' groom was startled to realize that the Mountain was not riding the stallion in heat when the Mountain's horse passed by the fallen Knight of Flowers.

The Mountain had three horses, all tall and majestic stallions, two of which had been operated on and castrated, losing their desire. The most robust and tallest steed had not been castrated for breeding purposes and was in heat, unable to bear the sight of a mare. The Mountain rode a castrated 'gelding', but had treated the horse's body with the scent of a stallion in heat. When the two horses approached, the scent was released, and it was not the Mountain's 'gelding' that was stimulated, but the Knight of Flowers' mare.

Duke Renly's face was pale, his lips trembling. He jumped into the arena, stumbling and almost falling. He staggered straight to the Knight of Flowers!

Littlefinger smiled, admiring Duke Renly's 'mare out of control' panic.

He really didn't want Duke Renly to lose too badly, easily earning a small profit of one hundred gold dragons first.

Littlefinger and the transmigrated Mountain had long known about the Knight of Flowers' 'small trick' of trying to seduce the stallion in heat with a mare to win against the Mountain. The two were now on the same side, a secret unknown to outsiders.

Littlefinger looked at Sansa. The little girl's profile was graceful, her figure slender, her beauty unparalleled, just like Miss Catelyn running and frolicking on the green grass in Riverrun sixteen years ago.

The Knight of Flowers was carried down. Family scholars and royal scholars arrived one after another. Duke Renly removed the knight's helmet. The Knight of Flowers woke up and smiled when he saw Duke Renly. In fact, he was not seriously injured, but was only blocked from breathing by the Mountain's sudden force.

The Mountain showed mercy and withdrew his strength, because this kid and his family would be allies of the Lannisters in the future.

Mountain versus Knight of Flowers, Mountain wins!

With the King's shout, the Hound and the Kingslayer appeared, one with a ferocious dog helmet, his aura heavy and majestic; the other with a white cloak, full of golden armor, his heroism extraordinary.