Game Of Thrones One Shots And Imagines

Eddard Stark- Playing Dirty (c)

Even though it was improper to spar, you didn't care and neither did the young man whom you were courting and sparring. Eddard had questioned it at first but when you framed it as a way for you to be able to defend yourself, he was more than willing to let you spar with him and learn how to wield a sword. As the two of you trained, he taught you to be quite capable at fighting, you couldn't beat him, but you knew how to hold your own long enough if you were forced to fight.

Once again, the two of you were in the courtyard sparring again and you were sick of him holding your loss over you and you were prepared to do anything to kick his arse. You knew that you weren't going to win from your own merit, you failed to have enough strength or fighting ability to overpower him but you had other ways and you weren't beyond playing dirty to get one win under your belt.

You let your swords clash until his sword came close to you. It didn't touch you, but it was close enough that Eddard wouldn't know that. You dramatically winced and grasped at your side as though you had been hit. You kept hold of the sword with one hand as you doubled over, you second hand clutched under your arm.

"Y/N?" He panicked dropping his sword to the floor as he rushed to your side.

He rested a hand on your shoulder as he tried to look at where he had hurt but you didn't give him a chance to figure out that you hadn't been hurt. You jutted out your elbow into his side forcing him to stumble backwards, giving you room to swing your sword at his legs, knocking them out from below him. Once he fell onto his back, you jumped up to point the tip of your sword at his chin, a triumphant grin on your face.

"I won," you smiled, pulling your sword back to your side, doing a joy filled jig.

You were distracted and he could tell as he quickly lunged to grab hold of your leg and tugged at it until you fell down on top of him.

"Don't celebrate until the enemy is dead," he corrected.

"I still won," you frowned.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "Do that again, I dare you. We'll see who the winner is if we're both going to play dirty."

You gave him an innocent smile before he stood up and helped you up too.

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