Jon·Snow showed a smile and joked, "Little Gryphon, you seem to be shy?"
After thinking about it, it seemed that he was not much better, so he added, "At least it's worse than me."
Little Gryphon laughed, paused, and said, "Jon, when I realized the difference between boys and girls, my father taught me that I can only love my wife, including my body, in this life."
Jon's footsteps paused. He agreed with this point. He once secretly swore that he would never have an illegitimate child.
Jon is not good at praising others. "Little Gryphon, your father is... a good father."
Little Gryphon smiled and glanced at Jon who looked serious, and said, "Aren't you curious how old I was at that time?"
"How old?"
Little Gryphon's tone seemed uncertain. "Seven years old, or eight years old."
Little Gryphon is very friendly. Through this period of contact, Jon has already regarded him as his friend, so he is very relaxed when talking.
He pursed his lips and smiled, "It's a little late."
Little Gryphon first pretended to sigh sadly, and then they both laughed at the same time.
After walking out of the pier, the tall and strong Rory looked around and said, "You guys find a place to eat nearby, and I'll get the horses."
Jon stretched out his hand to stop Rory who was about to leave, and said, "Leave it to me."
Little Gryphon shrugged slightly, pointed to the tavern not far away, and said, "Rory and I will wait for you there."
Jon looked at the place pointed by Little Gryphon, nodded, and took steps in the direction of the horse merchant.
After Jon disappeared, Rory said, "Your Highness, do you like Jon very much?"
Little Gryphon frowned slightly and said, "Remember, my name is Little Gryphon."
Rory scratched the back of his head and said, "I will remember it, hehe."
Little Gryphon reached out and patted Rory's thick arm, and said as he walked, "He is very pure. I really hope that he can become the next Orys, but who can guarantee what the result will be..."
It is rumored that Orys is the illegitimate brother of Aegon I. He is one of the most powerful generals under Aegon I. He is the founder of House Baratheon. He is also one of the few personal friends of Aegon Targaryen himself.
He instructed, "Rory, this time I came to see my relatives from a distance. This time I came with only one pair of eyes."
The sun was high in the sky, and the three of them rode in the direction of City-state of Kantes. The horses under them snorted from time to time, and the horses' hoofs stepped on the cracked and hard ground, making a crisp sound and raising a cloud of dust.
As night fell, they set up a tent in an open space on the roadside and lit a bonfire.
Jon wiped the hot sweat on his forehead and cheeks. He missed the North the cold wind very much at this time.
Jon took the thrown wine bag and took a big sip, exhaled happily, and looked at Little Gryphon.
After driving for a long time, Little Gryphon did not look embarrassed or tired, and his behavior was still elegant and noble... The illegitimate son must learn to observe words and expressions. In fact, he had long realized that his friend was a person of extraordinary origin.
Noble... Jon withdrew his gaze. If Little Gryphon was unwilling to take the initiative to speak, he would not deliberately inquire or speculate.
Rory's rough voice sounded, "Damn, I really wish it could be as cool during the day as it is at night..."
Rory's complaints made him feel friendly, and Jon couldn't help but smile... At every Winterfell banquet, the Duke Ned would always allow each child to drink a glass of wine, but No more, but when he was with the servants like this, no one cared how much he drank. They sat at the end of the hall, happily drinking glasses of wine together, listening to them bragging to each other about wars, hunting and affairs. At that time, he felt that it was a good blessing only for illegitimate children.
Jon shook his head secretly... How could a despicable illegitimate child know what nobility is?
As the night got darker, the three of them sat around the campfire.
Little Gryphon glanced at the simplified map in his hand and said, "We will be able to enter the city in about three days."
Rory nodded in agreement. "True Dragon Heir..."
He looked at Jon who was smiling but said nothing, and said, "Jon, are you planning to participate in Tournament?"
Jon shook his head slightly. "I am just an audience."
He asked back, "Rory, do you want to participate?"
Rory shook his head. "My duty is to protect the safety of Little Gryphon, and then take the opportunity to see if the silver-haired princess of True Dragon's family is as beautiful as the rumors."
Little Gryphon's eyes flashed with cold light, and he smiled and said, "I hope I can gain something."
Jon hesitated for a moment and said, "It will be rewarding. It is said that Targaryen has a very good-looking appearance."
Little Gryphon's eyes trembled slightly. "Then I can rest assured, it's not a wasted trip."
Rory laughed loudly, "It's not a waste of time to meet the rumored Beggar King."
He then said mysteriously, "I heard that Beggar King sold his mother's crown in order to maintain his dignity, and also planned to sell the silver-haired princess to Dothraki in exchange for soldiers and horses."
Jon was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief, "Rory, I heard that Dothraki is a barbarian. He actually wants to trade his own sister with a barbarian for troops?"
Rory stretched out his big hand and scratched his head and said, "Is it possible that the relationship between brother and sister is not good?"
Little Gryphon chuckled, "To be precise, the only thing he can sell is his sister."
Jon thought of Arya and Sansa. Arya, the youngest, had a good relationship with him since childhood. Although Sansa didn't give him a good look, he never thought of hurting her.
Jon recalled what he saw and heard in Red Keep, and he said, "Maybe power is more important to him than his family."
Jon added silently in his heart: What a coward.
Little Gryphon's eyes moved slightly. "Jon, you seem to regard this kind of thing as... relatively normal?"
Jon was silent for a while and said frankly, "I took care of horses at Red Keep... and heard many similar things there."
Rory's upper body leaned forward. "You said that Red Keep is the palace of Westeros, right?"
Jon nodded slightly.
Rory asked, "Ha, Jon, I'm really curious, tell us."
Little Gryphon's eyes also moved to Jon, and it seemed that he was also very interested in listening.
Jon smiled and shook his head, saying helplessly, "What I heard may not be true."
Little Gryphon threw a wine bag towards Jon and said, "Jon, don't be in a hurry, just drink and talk."
Crackclaw Point, Mermaid Harbor, Small Council Chamber.
Gryn·Crabb stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. In his hand was a reply written by Daenerys.
Fifteen days later, Bitterbridge in He Wan, turbid Mander River shines in the sun.
On the green lawns on both sides of Roseroad, countless trebuchets, ballistas and battering rams were lined up. The camps of He Wandi and Stormlands lords were like silk Mushroom, spread out all over the fields, and thousands of campfires filled the air with pale mist. Under the bright sun, countless spear tips flashed red, as if they were weeping blood.
The huge flag of Renly·Baratheon is flying high in the camp. The golden flag has black Crowned Stag embroidered on the bottom. It is tall, soaring and proud.
Under the banner of Crowned Stag, the venue of Tournament was cleared. The place was filled with the screams of horses, the clang of clashing weapons, the cheers of spectators, and the sound was loud.
On the high platform, Renly and Margaery were sitting side by side, talking and laughing.
The Stag crown worn by Renly is delicately inlaid with a round rose. He is wearing a green velvet coat, and the coat of arms of Baratheon is embroidered with Golden Rose golden silk thread on the chest.
Renly has slender limbs, broad shoulders, smooth and straight black hair, blue eyes, and a familiar smile. He is simply the rebirth of the young Robert.
Margaery·Tyrell is wearing a green Highgarden armless dress, with long brown curly hair hanging lazily on her shoulders. A pair of gentle eyes look at Renly from time to time. Her smile is both shy and sweet.
Off the field, there was a bang, and two heavily armored horses collided violently. Steel and flesh were inseparable, causing everyone to scream in surprise.
Margaery on the high platform was so frightened that she almost screamed. Seeing the two knights in full plate armor staggeringly getting up one after another, she exhaled the breath she was holding.
Feeling that Renly's attention was attracted, Margaery's slightly pale face turned slightly, and that charming face showed a smile with lingering fear.
A comforting smile appeared on Renly's handsome face, which was very gentle. The ladies who were watching the interaction between the two of them couldn't help but cover their chests and cry softly.
Olenna·Redwyne, who was sitting not far away, looked away and whispered angrily, "He really looks like a king."
Mace·Tyrell on the side stopped stroking his beard and asked in confusion, "Mother, what did you say?"
Lady Olenna got angry when he saw his smiling son, "My Lord Mace, when will my granddaughter be pregnant with the future king?"
Lord Mace's smile froze for a moment, and he said flatteringly, "Mother, Renly King has made a promise. You don't trust others, but you still don't trust your granddaughter?"
He touched his beard and said, "Margaery has already taken the position of Queen, and Golden Rose will live forever."
Lady Olenna snorted coldly, "Other than kneeling down and saluting every day, the old woman has never seen anything practical."
Lord Mace explained to his mother, "Lord Tywin's troops are heading towards Riverlands. When they finish fighting, if we're lucky, we won't even have to start a war..."
Lady Olenna interrupted Lord Mace impatiently, "The old woman doesn't know how to fight. I'm tired of hearing the art of war that you preach every day. You can do it yourself."
She added, "I plan to go back to Highgarden."
Hearing this, Lord Mace was surprised and said, "Mother, you..."
Lady Olenna patted his knees angrily. "Lord of Highgarden, poor poor old woman like me, if I continue to kneel down, I may never get up again."
The competition venue was messy, muddy, and full of broken armor and broken spears. The Bitterbridge group Tournament, which consisted of one hundred and sixteen knights, fought for a whole day, and in the end Brienne of House Tarth won.
Renly King said loudly, "Please come forward, my champion."
After Renly finished speaking, Brienne walked towards the high platform limping.
Walking in front of Renly, Brienne stood upright. "His Majesty Renly."
The blue armor she wore was covered with wounds, including dents made by war hammers and nail heads, gouges carved by the sword, pieces of enamel on the breastplate fell off, and the cloak was torn into shreds.
Renly looked at Brienne gently and praised, "Your noble father did not exaggerate. You are indeed an excellent swordsman."
He added, "As a champion, you can ask me for anything you want. As long as I am able, I will give it to you."
Brienne replied without hesitation, "His Majesty Renly, I ask you for the honorary position of Rainbow Guard. I ask to be one of your seven guards, to sacrifice my life for you, to follow you to the ends of the world, to stay with you at all times, and to protect you from all dangers."
"I agree."
After Renly finished speaking, Brienne's ugly face was filled with the Maiden's innocent smile.
Renly smiled, he took off Brienne's tattered cloak and tied a brand new rainbow cloak on her with his own hands.
The beauty's voice could not suppress her excitement. "His Majesty Renly, my life is yours. I swear to Old and New Gods that from today on, I will be your shield."
As night fell, the Tournament banquet began. During the performances of singers and jugglers, everyone first enjoyed pears boiled in strong wine, followed by delicious small fish boiled in salt and crispy, and roosters stuffed with onions and Mushroom. Then there were large pieces of baked brown bread, piles of turnips, sweet corn and peas, fine ham and roast goose, and plates of wild venison filled with ale wine and barley mounds.
In the main seat, King Renly used the tip of his dagger to pick out food for Margaery from time to time. The two of them were either joking or whispering.
Renly The king laughed heartily from time to time, and he could talk cordially with the lords no matter what their origins were.
When the banquet came to an end, the guests who drank too much could not restrain themselves. For example, Jossura and Ellis, the sons of Lord William, argued over who would be the first to climb over King's Landing's city wall; Lord Valna held a maid on his knees, nuzzled her neck with his nose, and Putting his hand into the opponent's vagina; Sir Morigan of the Green Guard calls himself a singer, plays the harp, and plays a song about a knotted lion's tail; Sir Mulundor teases a black and white monkey and feeds it with things from his dinner plate; Sir Tantong, who happens to have his foot inserted into the condiment bottle, vows to kill the Hound in a one-on-one duel Sandor·Clegane.
While the whole audience burst into laughter, Margaery's maid quietly came over, whispered a few words in her ear, and Margaery tapped her chin.
Soldiers wearing forest green full-body armor and two huge golden antlers on their helmets guarded both sides of the entrance to the king's tent.
Hearing the movement, the guard captain looked over with vigilance. When he saw the person clearly, his eyes widened unconsciously.
He seemed to have seen a ghost. "Luo...Ser Loras?"