( Robert Baratheon's perspective)
My knights tried to protect me, but I hurried through them and shouted at the Druid.
" Druid, you didn't look friendly when you killed one of my Kingsguard."
"My king, if you can't leash your dogs, all I can do is let them go. Let's put all this behind us. If I came to kill you, you'd be dead already."
As my men rushed toward him, he transformed back into an eagle and landed on the ground. He merged with the earth and then vanished. A few seconds later, something pulled me to the ground, up to my waist, and when it grabbed me, I couldn't move; I was frozen stiff. This continued for a few more seconds. The people around me panicked. They tried to pull me out of the ground, but I was stuck. Just then, an eagle flew out from underground and landed on a rooftop.
"My king, you should stay where you are until the end. I think I've made myself clear. If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already."
He was right. So I shouted angrily at the soldiers.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
I was consumed by rage and struggled relentlessly. Even if I broke my leg, I would crawl out of this mud. I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms, and I will not bow before this Druid.
"My king, you will break your legs."
Then the land around me began to recede, and now I was in a hole. My knights pulled me out; they wanted to protect me, but I pushed them aside, walked to a chair in the center of the square, sat down, and said...
"Now, say what you want to say, Druid. I have never disrespected the Old Gods. Explain what I meant by spitting in their faces!"
"My king, didn't you intend to kill this sacred animal?"
(Male protagonist's perspective)
That was close... Almost everything was out of control. I should thank our king for being such a fearless minotaur. If he had escaped, my plans would have been ruined. I was too impulsive again; I should have used a non-lethal spell on that royal guard. Just as I was lost in thought, the king said.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning to do. How could that be spitting in the face of the Old Gods?"
"As I said, this is a blessed beast bestowed upon Ser Drasil by the Old Gods. As an elf, he is a warrior chosen by the Old Gods; to kill such a blessed creature without cause is tantamount to spitting in the face of the Old Gods."
"How could this be without cause, that a wild beast attacked my son and killed a guarding knight!"
"You mean, that beast attacked your son, and he's still breathing and not seriously injured? Then you must have lost at least 200 people before you put the beast in a cage or protected your son from it."
"It wasn't me, it was its owner who locked it up."
How did the wild animal attack your son?
"I don't know either."
"You didn't even investigate; you're going to kill the Warg's contracted familiar. This is disrespect to the Old Gods! We Druid and Warg draw our power from the noble bloodline that serves the Old Gods. To become Warg is a blessing; the bond of becoming Warg makes this beast a blessed beast. But some beasts are blessed from birth, like this one imprisoned here with my familiar."
I raised my hands and summoned Po and Erebus. Two black birds, larger than eagles, appeared.
"As you can see, they are Crow, but larger than golden eagles. To attempt to kill such sacred beasts is disrespectful to the Old Gods, and I cannot accept it."
"I also cannot accept that a wild beast has gone unpunished after harming my son. What should we do?"
"We need to find out whose fault it is. If the beast really attacked without provocation, I will personally execute it."
"If not, what should we do?"
"If it's innocent, then release it. I already know this beast is innocent. If it weren't innocent, the Old Gods wouldn't have sent me here."
"Are you saying my son is a fraud?"
"If this were the other option, then yes, he's a liar, and in my opinion, a coward. It seems even the most powerful and noble beasts can give birth to mongrel dogs."
The queen began to loudly command the Lannister.
"Kill this commoner immediately! How dare you insult the Crown Prince!"
But no one dared to move; all the Lannister looked at Tywin, Tywin gestured for them to step back. The king was furious.
"Silence! Woman, didn't I warn you not to speak?"
Then, the king ordered the Kingsguard to escort the queen back to her room. The king glared at me angrily, but then burst into thunderous laughter.
"I admire your courage, but at the same time, I also want to shatter it. Hahahaha!"
I turned to Joffrey and asked.
"Now, child, tell us the truth."
"That beast tried to kill me!"
I sighed heavily and said to the king.
"Your Majesty, have you witnessed the power of the beasts firsthand?"
"I witnessed its power firsthand."
"Then let me ask you, do you think your son is telling the truth?"
Robert turned to Joffrey and spoke in a voice only they could hear, which I could hear clearly thanks to my enhanced hearing.
" Joffrey, if you lie like this again, I'll break both your legs. Understand, kid?"
He was already pale, and after hearing this, he turned even paler. He nodded.
"It attacked me with its tail."
"You heard it too, it attacked my son. The reason is not important to me; a subject cannot attack his ruler."
"Are you doing this because I've always called you king? Let me tell you how serious this is."
I raised my hands and began to shout.
"Ancient God of Nature, please help your poor servant. Let those who deserve their fate see your presence and wrath."
I successfully created this spell last month, but it's not powerful enough to bring down a fortified Citadel like Casterly Rock, though it's enough to scare people.
"Tegontremo( Earthquake )"
The ground beneath our feet began to shake, and the shaking grew stronger and stronger. This spell generated a magnitude 4-5 Earthquake within a 1-kilometer radius, consuming 20 mana points per second. I can only cast this spell for 8 seconds, and it costs 160 mana points. Under normal circumstances, this is a waste of mana, but here it's effective at frightening them.
Those around began to scream in terror, some even kneeling to pray to the Seven, but this had a different effect on the North North. On their faces was not fear, but admiration and worship. I only have 100 points of magic left, but it's worth it. Even the king's face showed a hint of fear.
"My Queen Sith is not a pet, she is a wild animal. What do you think the consequences will be of angering a wild animal? Prince, why would the beast attack you?"
"I... I didn't do anything?"
If I send a bolt of lightning at him, the spell will fail, but it will still produce a loud clap of thunder.
" Summon Lightning "
Magic flowed through my body, and I could feel the spell forming, but something was wrong; the spell hadn't failed. In the last second, I used even more magic to try and change the spell's trajectory. I spent three times the amount of magic I had to move the target a few meters. The lightning struck three meters in front of Joffrey, who nearly wet himself in fright and screamed for his mother.
I still don't understand how the spell could have worked. I shouldn't have harmed the king and his family today. When I pulled the king to the ground, I didn't release him. My spell was automatically dispelled before he was even injured, before I could act. The same should have happened with the prince. The spell should have been automatically dispelled before it could even launch an attack. At that moment, a theory formed in my mind: Occam's Razor; the simplest explanation is usually the correct one. I had to investigate. The prince's piercing scream pulled me back to reality.
"I tried to ride on. I am a prince of the Seven Kingdoms; you cannot treat me like this. I am more qualified than that self-proclaimed knight, that tree-hugging barbarian."
"My King, I have nothing more to say. I entrust the judgment to your just words. Finally, I would like to add that the North remembers how our good prince viewed our knights, and how the other kingdoms exploited our moments of weakness against us."
Just then, a cacophony of voices came from both sides where the North Lord and his soldiers stood.
" The North remembers!!"
Then more voices joined in, until it became a chant. But after Lord Stark called for a halt, the voices slowly faded away. The king spoke in a deep voice.
"Release that damned beast!"
"Thank you, my king, thank you for your righteous words. In gratitude, I will open the gates of Ironborn Citadel when your men disembark." I transformed into a golden eagle and flew away with Po and Erebus.