Arya·Stark can drink the soup with confidence. In her heart, Gryn is her good friend. This is not difficult.
Sansa·Stark's eyes were dazed, why did you let me go back?
"Father, I will never quarrel with my sister again. Please, I don't want to go back."
Sansa racked her brains to think of the reasons... She and her sister often quarreled and made her father angry, so she wanted to send her back to Winterfell.
Direwolf The Duke did not realize for a moment why his daughter suddenly admitted her mistake to him, so he looked over with some confusion.
"Sansa, my daughter, I don't blame you."
For the sake of her love with Joffrey, Sansa plucked up the courage and prepared to argue with her respected father... As a result, she shed tears first, and her voice was full of pleading.
"Father, I swear, I will be a good daughter! Really, as long as you let me stay! I promise, I will behave as noble and polite as Queen."
Lord Eddard:"..."
Why would Little Wolf Girl of Direwolf admire a woman like Cersei?!
Lord Eddard only blames himself for neglecting the education of his children after coming to King's Landing.
"Sansa, I asked you to return to Winterfell because of your safety."
She had a premonition... if we were separated this time, she might never see Joffrey again. Sansa cried even more sadly.
The eldest daughter burst into tears, and the big man the North couldn't help scratching his head. At this time, he caught a glimpse of a figure lingering at the door. It was Jon·Snow.
"Sansa, you will know the reason when you get home."
Arya, who was originally smiling at her sister crying, suppressed the gloating on her face. Sansa seemed to be really sad this time? She didn't seem to be lying.
Arya reached out and touched her sister's arm gently. "Sansa, don't cry. Our family will be able to live together again soon, and there will be many fun things on the road."
Sansa yelled, "I only want Joffrey!"
After saying that, she shook off Arya's little hand and left the restaurant quickly.
The father and the little daughter first looked at Sansa who left angrily, and then looked at each other. "..."
"I want you to take care of it! You are not my family!" Sansa's angry voice came from the door of the restaurant.
Arya's little body slapped the table and stood up, shouting loudly, "Sansa! Don't run! I'm going to beat you!"
Arya Although she is young, she is very smart. Her sister likes to pretend to be a lady. The only people who can make her say such things are her and their...Jon brother.
Before Arya could make her next move, she was caught by her father's big hand.
"Arya, you don't have much time. Septa Mordane is packing your things. You should go and take a look."
The father's expression was serious, Arya reluctantly let go of the hateful Sansa.
At the stairs outside the restaurant, Lord Eddard patted Jon·Snow, whose face was a little pale.
He comforted, "Sansa is angry with me, my child."
Jon smiled reluctantly and said, "I'm fine, Master Stark."
After being silent for a while, Jon, with his face hanging slightly, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Lord Eddard, saying, "Master Stark, I want to know who my mother is?"
Before Lord Eddard could answer, Jon asked again, "Is she still alive? Does she know that I exist? Does she know where I am?"
Jon lowered his head and murmured, "Does she care about this?"
A sad look flashed across Lord Eddard's face, and he reached out and grabbed Jon's shoulders. "I promise, she loves you the most."
Jon's face showed joy, but it quickly turned into anger.
His shoulder moved and he broke away from Lord Eddard's hand. "Father... Master Stark, I am not a child. I don't need a nice bedtime story. I want to know the truth."
Lord Eddard hesitated for a moment and said, "My child, I did not deceive you."
Jon's eyes turned red. "Is she a female branch girl? Or... I'm sorry, sir."
Jon turned his face to the other side, quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and whispered, "I have not forgotten that I am a despicable illegitimate child. Please forgive my offense."
After saying that, Jon left silently.
Lord Eddard stood there, as if he had turned into a sculpture, motionless...Lyanna, when your child grows up, it may be time to find an opportunity to tell him his life experience.
Maegor's Holdfast.
Cersei·Lannister held Sansa in his arms and said kindly and gently, "Good boy, don't be sad, I will help you."
Sansa's eyes were red and swollen, and he said, "I love Joffrey so much, but my father won't even let me say goodbye."
Cersei patted Sansa gently on the back, she raised her lips and said, "Sansa, if you didn't love Joffrey, how could you come to see me and tell me your father's plan to send you away?"
Sansa tapped her chin shyly... She has always been an obedient and well-behaved good daughter, but when she sneaked away from Tower of the Hand and went against her father's wishes, she felt that she was as bad as Arya... She had never acted so willfully, and she would not have done this if she had not loved Joffrey deeply.
Cersei gently let go of Sansa, and then touched her little face full of tears.
"Good boy, I want to thank you for helping Joffrey."
At this moment, Sansa admired Cersei Queen so much that he decided... In the future, he must be as noble and gentle as her, and be a good wife and good Queen.
"Lancel."
Following the voice of Cersei Queen, Sansa saw a young man coming over and stood in front of them to greet them.
It looks so good-looking...Sansa couldn't help but quietly take another look.
"Lancel, Sansa needs to rest. Help her find a comfortable room and take care of my Sansa for me."
Cersei Queen stroked Sansa's hair and said, "Sansa, he is my cousin. You go with him to have a rest. I will call you when Joffrey comes."
Sansa nodded shyly.
There are only Cersei and Jaime in the room.
Cersei took a sip of Summer Wine, paused, and put down the glass.
She snorted coldly and said, "Direwolf is going to take action."
Jaime showed a slightly confused look. "Listen to what the little girl said, aren't the Stark family planning to leave King's Landing?"
As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for Cersei Queen.
Cersei's green eyes looked at Jaime: "My Jaime, you are so naive."
As she said that, she stood up and continued, "The prerequisite for Direwolf to leave is... to kill us. Jaime, today is the decisive battle, either he dies or we die."
Jaime's eyes trembled and he said in a deep voice, "Cersei, did Stark find out the cause of Robert's death?"
Cersei Queen raised his chin and mocked. "How could stupid Direwolf realize that the drunkard died because of my plan."
"That's..."
"Okay, no need to guess.", Cersei Queen looked impatient.
She said coldly, "Jaime, Direwolf have found out that Joffrey are our children, so we will never let Joffrey inherit Iron Throne."
Jaime's pupils contracted and he froze there.
Seeing that Jaime had been in a daze, Cersei Queen stepped forward... with a snap, and slapped Jaime's handsome face.
Cersei said angrily, "Stop those boring tricks of knights, what is glory? Only the winner is qualified to have glory!"
Jaime touched his cheek and sighed, "Cersei, you know, I only care about you."
Only then did Cersei show a look of satisfaction. One of her hands was placed on Jaime's chest, and the other hand gently touched Jaime's face.
"Jaime, as long as we defeat Direwolf, I will be the regent queen of Seven Kingdoms. At that time, no one will dare to question us anymore, do you understand?"
Jaime closed his eyes.
Outside Red Keep, Gryn stopped a dilapidated transport carriage.
"Lord Gryn!"
Arya shouted excitedly, jumped off the carriage quickly, ran a few steps and hugged Gryn's thigh.
Gryn lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Miss Arya, it's obvious that I can help you with something."
Arya's eyes widened. "How do you know? Are you a prophet?"
Gryn touched Arya's furry little head and said, "I am not a prophet, I just guessed the answer from your enthusiasm."
"Yes, your expression is too easy for people to guess your true thoughts. You have to pay attention, girl."
A thin, bald man walked over. When he saw Gryn's eyes moving towards him, he stopped and saluted gracefully.
"Syrio!"
Arya immediately let go of Gryn's thigh and ran towards Syrio·Forel.
"Syrio, I was still thinking about how to find you, but you showed up yourself!"
Syrio spoke with a free Trade Guild accent, "Your carriage caught Syrio's attention, girl."
Arya's eyes lit up. "You are so awesome!"
Syrio grinned. "Girl, use your eyes to see, use your ears to listen, use your..."
Arya put his little hand behind his back and said, "Taste with my mouth, feel with my skin, and finally think with my head, so that you can see the truth!"
Syrio shrugged his shoulders and said, "Arya is a smart girl."
Arya raised his head proudly and took Syrio to introduce to Gryn, "Lord Gryn, his name is Syrio·Forel. He is my swordsmanship teacher. Can I take Syrio with me?"
Gryn spread his hands and said, "Miss Arya, if Mr. Syrio agrees, there will be no problem."
Arya looked at Syrio.
Syrio nodded slightly. "Girl, your course has not been completed yet, Syrio can only go with you."
Gryn looked at the inside of the carriage, then sighed towards Duke Ned's guard Cayn: "Where's Miss Sansa?"
Cayn said in confusion, "Miss Sansa got on the carriage in advance... she was not in it?!"
"Lord Gryn, Sansa said to find you first..."
As he said that, Arya's face changed and he said angrily, "Oh, I was deceived by her again, I shouldn't reconcile with her!"
Syrio grinned. "You just listened, but didn't see with your eyes, girl."
Jon·Snow hurriedly came over from behind, his face was very pale. "I... I'm going to find Miss Sansa!"
Arya discovered his brother's regret. "Brother Jon, I don't blame you for this. Sansa is the most annoying. She will get angry if you get close to her!"
Jon shook his head. "Arya, this is not Miss Sansa's fault, and I promised Lord Stark that I will take good care of you."
Gryn rubbed his hair and reached out to stop Jon who was about to leave.
"Leave it to me."
Inside Hand's Study, Lord Eddard walked to the window and looked at the square in the distance. Lannister Soldiers, fully armed and wearing a bright red cloak, was performing morning drills, either fighting with swords or riding horses to chop down dummies made of straw.
The tall Sandor·Clegane galloped across the hard soil, raising their iron spears to pierce the scarecrow, while Lannister Red Cloaks chatted, laughed and cursed.
Lord Eddard frowned... Is this a deliberate demonstration to me? Cersei is even more ignorant than he imagined.
Damn it, why doesn't this woman run away? I give her the chance again and again!
Is it necessary to bleed? Lord Eddard withdrew his gaze. The following exercises seemed to him like children's play.
Lord Eddard walked over and reached out and took down the Ice sword hanging on the wall. Stark is never afraid of fighting!
"Jory."
Lord Eddard's voice fell, and his guard captain immediately pushed open the door and stood in front of him.
Lord Eddard said solemnly, "Jory, we may have to fight a war, so everyone should wear armor."
Jory nodded, hesitated, and asked, "Sir, who will be our enemy?"
Lord Eddard suddenly remembered Gryn's advice and replied, "All southerners may be our enemies."
In the morning, the sky was cloudy and heavy.
Lord Eddard sent people to invite all the imperial ministers to Hand's Study.
Barristan Selmy arrived first, wearing a snow-white cloak and silver armor, completely white and flawless.
Barristan greeted him first, and then said, "Eddard Hand of the King, now my duty is to protect the young king, please let me serve him."
Lord Eddard's face was serious. "Ser Barristan Selmy, your responsibility is here."
Not long after, Pycelle and Varys came in one after another.
Varys's body exudes the smell of lavender, her fat face is clean and freshly powdered, and the soft slippers under her feet are gentle and silent.
"Eddard Hand of the King, Little Bird are all singing sad songs. The whole country is crying today."
Varys sat down and asked again, "Shall we start?"
Lord Eddard glanced at Varys who had a sad face and said, "Renly hasn't arrived yet."
Varys was surprised. "Lord Renly didn't get your consent?"
Lord Eddard frowned slightly and said, "What happened?"