The so-called "hundred furnaces" are not adjectives or function words.
In Hall of a Hundred Hearths, there are really a hundred fireplaces, no exaggeration.
Today, these fireplaces are all lit, making the interior of the spacious hall bright and warm.
The long Oak table was filled with roasted wild boar, roasted whole lamb, smoked goose and various candied fruits. The silver vessels reflected the shadow of fire and candlelight, making the brocade robes of the participants particularly bright.
In the absence of the king, Crown Prince was arranged to sit on the left side of the main seat in the center.
The handsome prince had already replaced his red dragon and black armor, leaving only the golden dragon scale shoulder armor on his left shoulder, which was more decorative than actual protection.
The gilt plate placed in front of him was almost untouched. Prince Rhaegar just rubbed the wine glass repeatedly and chatted with the friends behind him.
The nobles shuttled among guests of similar status, naturally gathering into large and small groups, chatting and laughing with each other.
In the corridor around the banquet hall, knights were toasting in anticipation of tomorrow's victory, or admiring today's noble new white knight.
People attending the banquet did not know that the ceremony of canonizing Jaime·Lannister had just ended when King Aerys II had doubts about his new iron guard.
At the same time, I also suspected that I had made the wrong decision.
This crazy king's motive for letting Ser Jaime join Kingsguard was not simple, but to deliberately humiliate his old friend, Ser Jaime's father Lord Tywin.
The Iron Guards, in accordance with their oaths, would not marry, have children, or enfeoff lands, and were no longer heirs to the lord in compliance with the laws of the kingdom.
However, after the plan was completed and the work was done, he suddenly realized that this was equivalent to letting Tywin's son stand beside him with weapons in a legal and legal way and stay with him day and night.
After waking up... or in a sense, the king who was even more unconscious was frightened by his own random thoughts and was so worried that he couldn't eat anything. He didn't even want to attend tonight's banquet.
My Master of Coin has always followed your will and can be trusted.
After a period of discussion, King Aerys accepted the advice of Cole ton Chested Earl who strongly recommended Jaime to join Kingsguard. He said that he immediately summoned the newly appointed Ser Jaime and ordered him to set off that night and return to King's Landing to guard Queen Rhaella and his second son Prince Viserys.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to finish tomorrow's game first, even if it's just one game!"
For half a year, Ser Jaime has been going smoothly. He originally thought that today would be the peak of his life. But he never thought that after joining the Iron Guard, the first order of the king he was loyal to would make him feel like a knife.
Jaime looked hesitant and fought for it sincerely.
Captain Kingsguard Sir Gerald Hightower, who was standing nearby, couldn't bear to see this and also advised him:
"If it is to protect the safety of the queen and prince, Your Majesty, I request to go to Red Keep on behalf of Ser Jaime. Let the young man go to the conference and fight for the honor he deserves."
"Is the king's order more important, or the knight's honor? Is the safety of the royal family more important, or the victory of the tourney?"
Aerys, who was sometimes awake and sometimes insane, changed his state back and forth, and seemed to be Schrödinger's "Mad King", who coldly rejected the request of the Iron Guard captain.
"He will not get any glory. He is mine now. He no longer belongs to Tywin. He will do whatever I tell him."
"White Bull" was still waiting for further persuasion, but Aerys interrupted with a colder voice:
"I gave orders and he obeyed!"
Sir Gerald Hightower looked at the expressionless Aerys II, knowing that these words were also meant for him:
I give orders and you obey.
The young knight, who was eager to show off in this huge tournament, was rudely dismissed by the king with infinite disappointment and confusion.
With no other option, the fifteen-year-old Iron Guard, who had just sworn to obey the king's orders today, left Harrenhal alone without telling anyone, and returned to King's Landing under the cover of night amid Sir Gerald Hightower's repeated comforts.
Of course, the sad passing of the poor knight did not affect the warm atmosphere of the grand banquet that night at all.
Titus was happily following Robert. Under the introduction of Duke Storm's End, he got acquainted with many young nobles from Stormlands who came here to participate in the competition, both from the first generation and the second generation.
Hall of a Hundred Hearths The fire is blazing, and laughter is flowing under the towering dome.
Titus toasted and laughed with the lords of Stormlands. When needed, Starpike Earl's communication skills are not weak, and with Duke Robert taking care of him, many people have a good impression of him.
After a round of greetings, everyone seemed familiar.
Among them, the ones that concerned him the most were naturally the other three owners of Storm Dornish Marches.
After saying hello, Titus took the dinner plate, sat back next to Robert, and forked a tempting piece of roasted wild boar from the delicacies on the table. The grease from the barbecue dripped on the plate, making a sizzling sound.
suddenly.
Robert, who was about to share something with him, raised his head and looked towards the entrance of Hall of a Hundred Hearths.
Titus was eating and watching, and the Whent family guard over there was opening the heavy door curtain, revealing a group of people behind.
The first person to step into the hall was a burly young man with dark hair hanging casually on his shoulder pads. The leather vest on his upper body was wide open, revealing the inner lining embroidered with the gray running wolf emblem.
The young man walked in the front and walked the fastest, as if he could bring up a gust of wind. He was the eldest son of Winterfell and the leader of the the North team - "Wild Wolf" Brandon·Stark.
Following closely behind him was Eddard, who was known as the "second brother" everywhere. He was wearing an ironed gray silk robe, with a calm face and eyes like a frozen lake. Under the guidance of Robert and Titus, he was very good at pretending to be cool.
Just like what Titus said, you don't have to be a wild wolf to be outstanding, a silent wolf...Titus's original words are: The wolf that doesn't bark is the most ferocious... and it can also be cool.
"They are the four brothers and sisters of House Stark!" Someone seemed to be exclaiming in a low voice.
Sure enough, behind the two of them was a young girl with a House Stark long face.
The girl had long, naturally wavy brown hair and a slender dagger at her waist. Her skirt was windy when she walked. Her gray eyes, which were exactly the same as her elder brother's, contained a willfulness and unruliness that was never concealed.
Robert smiled from ear to ear after spotting a few people. Titus, who was following him from the table to greet him, thought that the girl was probably the sister Lyanna that Eddard always talked about, with excellent riding skills and a love for wielding swords and guns.
Among the four Stark, the youngest brother Benjen is a little thin and has no sense of presence. He is nervously grabbing the hem of his second brother's clothes.
This little brother may not be much younger than Nightsong's Bryce·Caron, but judging from his size and temperament, he does feel several years younger.
Observing his gray-blue eyes, Titus somehow suddenly thought of the husky that had wandered into the wolf pack.
The tall figure passed through the crowd. Duke Storm's End first greeted Brandon who was leading the group and several the North nobles who followed the four of them.
Then, he stopped pretending, and his scorching eyes fell firmly on Lyanna's face as if attracted by a magnet.
These blue eyes, which are almost the same as Titus, have made many aristocratic ladies have erotic dreams and made many mature women blush. At this moment, they are full of unabashed enthusiasm:
"You're finally here!"
Robert smiled heartily at Lang Da and Lang Er, but his eyes frequently glanced at Lyanna:
"Miss Lyanna, you are more dazzling than the moonlight tonight... Are you hungry? I will help you pick out your favorite food..."
Titus was being pulled by Eddard to introduce his brothers and sisters. When he heard this, he almost doubled over.
What the hell?
Hello!
There's something wrong with you.
Where has the playboy Robert that I am very familiar with gone?
Four wolves: