Many Gold Cloakss were stunned in place, their commander-in-chief was dead, and they were holding their spears at a loss.
"Attack!"
Gray and red collided together, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The Ice in Lord Eddard's hand slashed, and Red Cloaks staggered to his knees. Lion's helmet cracked in half, and blood flowed down his face.
With a clang, Jory reluctantly blocked the attack from Lord Eddard's side and rear with his long sword, and then Ice's sword slid past his head, and the sneak attacker's body and head were separated.
Lord Eddard glanced at Jory. His guard captain grinned and nodded slightly.
Jory has been fighting with his lord all year round. He understood that look, or that was exactly what he meant.
Phew, the first sword of Jaime·Lannister cut off the arm of Grey Cloaks, and the second sword cut off the neck diagonally.
"Kingslayer!"
Hearing the shout, Jaime's eyes moved, and his eyes collided with those of Lord Eddard.
Jaime stared at Lord Eddard, with a sneer on his lips, and strode towards Lord Eddard.
Lord Eddard lowered his eyes and glanced at his trembling wrist. He couldn't remember how many enemies his Ice had killed... The six-foot-long Ice consumed too much energy, and he didn't have much time.
The weapons of the two men intersected, making sounds.
Lord Eddard's ice made a half-circle in the air and struck down heavily. Jaime didn't dare to take it hard and dodged to the right in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
The exquisite Throne Room stone floor was already covered with a layer of sticky bright red. Jaime almost slipped and staggered a few steps.
With a bang, the place where Jaime was standing was shattered by Ice.
Before Jaime could stabilize his body, Jory's long sword came at him. He narrowly blocked the sword, but his leg suddenly bent and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
Lord Eddard's Ice giant sword was placed on Jaime's shoulder, and Jory stood on tiptoe with a big foot.
Lord Eddard gasped and said, "Jory, you did a great job."
Jory gasped and said, "Haah... haah... Sir, he bumped into my foot. It hurts... does it really hurt?"
Jaime was so angry that he was obviously attacked... Who said the North is an upright person?!
Jory shouted, and the remaining seven Grey Cloaks retreated around Lord Eddard. Seeing that Jaime was captured, the other side did not dare to continue the attack for a while.
Jaime glanced at Ice on his shoulder, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "Direwolf, I didn't lose to you."
Jory limped over and took away Jaime's sword. Lord Eddard's Ice left Jaime's shoulder.
Lord Eddard stood the giant sword upright in front of him, holding the sword handle with both hands, and said, "You are already my prisoner."
Jaime:"..."
Lord Eddard looked around, feeling sad in his heart. Winterfell lost too much blood today.
He looked at the few remaining guards around him again. His stupidity had killed too many people, and now he just wanted to take the remaining people home.
The only sound left in the hall was heavy breathing.
"Cersei, let us go, I promise not to harm Jaime."
Lord Eddard can only be happy now that Gryn has been appointed as the guard captain of Iron Gate. There is support left by Gryn, and now they have Jaime as a prisoner in their hands. At least their retreat is guaranteed.
At the same time, Lord Eddard also blamed himself very much because he didn't have a child who had a child that he thought about thoroughly.
Joffrey screamed from a high seat, "Can't let them go! Kill them!"
Cersei sneered and said, "Stark, your current behavior is not considered honorable."
Lord Eddard said with deep heart, "Today, I killed many people for honor, let's stop."
"That won't work..."
Kingsguard, who was blocking Cersei, moved to both sides, and Lord Eddard was immediately shocked.
Cersei smiled contemptuously and said, "Sansa, only you can stop Lord Stark from making mistakes now."
Sansa was standing in front of Cersei, looking at her father covered in blood with tears in her eyes. On her shoulders were Cersei's hands.
Lord Eddard was in a panic, and he said in disbelief, "Sansa, why are you here?!"
Why was his eldest daughter in the hands of Cersei? Was there an accident? Was Arya also arrested? Did something happen to Jon and Gryn?
Lord Eddard's regret is beyond words. His stupidity seems to have harmed the children again.
Sansa·Stark choked up. "Father... Father..."
Cersei's hand touched the top of Sansa's head, and she urged gently, "Good boy, I will bless you and Joffrey. Now as long as your father puts down his weapon, everything will be fine."
Sansa looked back at Cersei, and Cersei nodded kindly.
Sansa trembled, her voice was low and cautious. "Queen Regent, will you forgive my father?"
Cersei smiled, "Good boy, we will be a family soon."
Lord Eddard roared, "Cersei, you shouldn't involve my child in this!"
Cersei's voice was cold. "Lord Stark, pure love made Sansa appear here. You should know very well now how to choose what is best for everyone."
Direwolf's anger is in sharp contrast to Lioness's calmness.
Cersei gently patted Sansa on the shoulder.
Sansa burst into tears. "Father, Queen Regent has promised to let me marry Joffrey. Please, I really love Joffrey."
Seeing that her father remained silent, she added, "Queen Regent will not pursue your crimes. Joffrey and I also hope to get your blessing."
Lord Eddard closed her eyes in pain... My poor daughter, how can I believe the promise of Lannister.
After a pause, Lord Eddard opened his eyes. "Cersei, I'm at your disposal. Please let go of my children and my men."
Cersei raised his chin slightly. "Stark, let go Jaime, let me see your sincerity."
Lord Eddard stared at Cersei for a while, then said, "Jory, let him go."
Hearing this, Jory and others immediately let go of Jaime.
Jaime touched the back of his neck and said, "Direwolf, you finally made a smart choice this time."
Lord Eddard ignored Jaime and said to Jory, "Jory, you first..."
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
Jaime's pupils contracted, and he turned his head to look at Cersei in shock. He saw Cersei's gesture that had not been retracted.
Stark's Grey Cloakss fell into a pool of blood one after another. Jory Kelso glanced at the tip of the spear that pierced his abdomen with difficulty. A ball of blood squeezed up from his throat and flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Stark Honor Guard's sword didn't hit the ground, but the man was already dead.
"No!"
With a bang, Stark Ancestral Sword fell to the ground, and Lord Eddard hugged his guard captain tightly.
Cersei held the trembling Sansa in his arms and comforted him, "Good boy, don't worry, Lord Stark will be fine."
Sansa trembled her lips, unable to make any sound. She had never liked coming into contact with the dirty Jory Kelso, but she suddenly remembered many good things from her childhood... Her heart ached... Could she have killed Jory?!
Jaime looked away from Cersei with a complex expression, and looked at Lord Eddard who was sitting on the ground with the body in his arms.
Jaime sighed secretly, took steps forward, and stood behind Lord Eddard.
Lord Eddard, who was immersed in grief, only felt a pain and lost consciousness.
Jaime called two people to lift Lord Eddard and followed him away from Throne Room, which was filled with the smell of blood.
Not long after, King's Justice Ilyn·Pine appeared. He picked up the Ice great sword and kept it as his own.
After noon, without waiting for Cersei's summons, Gryn·Crabb led the guards into Red Keep and arrived at Maegor's Holdfast.
Gryn learned from Arya that Lord Eddard told her and Sansa that Gryn would send them back to Winterfell.
The important detail is that Sansa knows that Gryn is secretly helping. He needs to confirm in advance whether Sansa has disclosed this matter to Cersei·Lannister in order to deal with the next situation.
Whether it is said or not is not a problem for Gryn. He has strategies to deal with it. He just wants to avoid unnecessary difficulties.
Thinking of this, Gryn couldn't help but rub his head. Stark's family seemed to be his nemesis, making it more difficult to jump repeatedly.
Gryn sighed secretly, it's just a choice... Well, he is a lord who can play with five balls with both hands.
In Maegor's Holdfast, after one of Gryn's Gold Dragon slipped into a maid's vagina, he knew the room where Sansa was.
"Lord Crabb, no one is allowed to meet Sansa·Stark without the order of Queen Regent."
Lancel·Lannister's tone was very contemptuous. He had changed. He had forgotten the friendship between the two.
Gryn glanced at the small patch of beard on Lancel's chin, which looked ridiculous.
"Lancel, you..."
Lancel interrupted, "Queen Regent has promised to canonize me as a knight!"
"Then what should I call you? Ser Lancel who has not yet been canonized?"
Lancel's face turned red, and he Right Hand grasped the handle of the sword at his waist.
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Lancel, are you sure? I'm very happy."
After saying that, Gryn tapped the hilt of the sword with his slender fingers and looked at Lancel provocatively.
Lancel:"..."
Lancel stood there, his expression changing, and finally he released his hand from the sword handle.
Lancel said sternly, "Lord Gryn, I will report all this to Queen Regent."
Gryn rubbed his hair, he felt that Lancel had some kind of psychological problem due to being PUA by King Robert.
Seeing Gryn approaching, Lancel looked panicked and said, "You... what do you want to do?!"
Lancel suddenly remembered the scene where Gryn made Queens Quarter's head roll.
Gryn grabbed Lancel's shoulder with one hand, and Lancel suddenly jumped up.
Why are you messing with me? Fortunately, Lord Gryn is broad-minded and affectionate.
Gryn whispered in Lancel's ear, "You don't want Ser Jaime to hear what happened between you and the Queen Mother, right?"
After Gryn finished speaking, fine beads of sweat oozed from Lancel's forehead, feeling at a loss.
Lancel was about to kneel down, but was held back by Gryn.
Gryn patted Lancel and said gently, "Lancel, I'm still very optimistic about you. Go open the door and I'll just say a few words."
On the night of Tournament, Sansa dreamed that Joffrey was sitting on Iron Throne, and she herself was leaning next to him wearing Gold Gown, with Crown on her head, and everyone she knew came to kneel in front of her... She felt that the dream foreshadowed her future.
Sansa is now crying for her father. Her face is swollen from crying and her eyes are confused... Before Joffrey left, she asked to see her father, but she was frightened by Joffrey's strange behavior.
Has her father's actions made Joffrey angry? What should she do?
Queen Regent Cersei has promised to pardon her father's crimes, so his father should be fine, right? Sansa remembered the scene where the Stark guards died tragically in the end, and she became flustered.
Squeak, the door was pushed open.
Joffrey forgave her, so did he come to see her? Sansa looked over with a look of joy, but it immediately turned into a look of disappointment.
Gryn paused for a moment. The changes on Sansa's little face did not escape his eyes. The joy turned into disappointment... and were you on guard against him?
Sansa, who fell in love... Gryn's brown eyes trembled slightly, and he seemed to have guessed the answer.
Sansa took a breath and secretly warned herself that she was the daughter of a duke and could not forget etiquette.
Sansa smiled reluctantly and said, "Good day, Lord Gryn, you are really radiant and charming today."
Gryn:"..."
Gryn ignored Sansa's polite words and found a chair to sit on, leaning on the back of the chair and folding his legs.
Gryn looked at Sansa expressionlessly. No matter what the reason was, it was obvious that the little girl in front of him did not trust him, and he needed to change his communication method.
Gryn arranged everything carefully, but something went wrong here Sansa.
Tower of the Hand's three cooks, two grooms, and one waiter were secretly bribed by Gryn. Their tasks were also very simple. When they saw Sansa sneaking out of Tower of the Hand, they immediately Report it to Lord Eddard, and the discoverer will receive a reward of 5 Gold Dragon. As a result, Sansa still escaped everyone's surveillance and left Tower of the Hand quietly.
Except for Lord Eddard's family, all the people he brought from Winterfell and those hired by King's Landing were killed. It is said that Tower of the Hand's Spiral Stair was full of dead bodies, and the blood-stained steps were slippery.
Gryn is no longer able to investigate whether someone intentionally let Sansa go, but the matter is now over, and there is no need to go to war.
Gryn wondered whether Sansa might also have hidden attributes that were easily overlooked like Stannis. He was even considering whether to set up a special team to keep an eye on Sansa's movements.
Gryn sighed, he had promised Lord Eddard that he would return his daughter to Winterfell safely, and he would naturally keep his promise... But if he takes her away by force now... Forget it, Lord Gryn is omnipotent, so just work a little harder.
"Miss Sansa, your father saved my mother. I have always been deeply grateful, but why did you deliberately harm me?"
Gryn's voice was very cold, and Sansa was a little scared.
She said cautiously, "Lord Gryn, you may have misunderstood my father. He is definitely not that kind of person."
Gryn nodded and said, "Yes, everyone thinks so, and I thought so before, but before he prepared for the mutiny, he asked me to take you away... Do you still think it was a misunderstanding?"
Sansa opened his red and swollen eyes and opened his mouth, but could not refute.
After a pause, she lowered her face and whispered, "I... I... I'm sorry."
The corners of Gryn's lips curled up imperceptibly, and he said, "Miss Sansa, there's no point in saying sorry. The Gods Bless you, fortunately you were not sent away by me, otherwise I would not be able to escape the blame."
After a moment of silence, Sansa suddenly raised his head and asked eagerly, "Where is Arya?"
Gryn glanced at Sansa strangely, with a hint of anger in his tone. "Don't you understand yet? I'm just a cover, only the Gods knows where she is."