( Eddard Stark's perspective)
I was also not satisfied with Aermir's performance in this situation. I tried to defuse the situation, I said.
"We all know how loyal and persistent Aermir is, but he's still a child, and children sometimes make mistakes. We can't always punish them, but he can't go unpunished either, so I will punish him properly."
Because most people admire Aermir now, almost everyone is happy with my decision. But then, Aermir said.
"My lord, I cannot accept this. I promised to accept the flogging, and Lady Stark allowed me to speak freely. If I cannot keep my promise, while she does, it would be cowardly. A true the North keeps his word. Therefore, if my lord permits, I am willing to accept the punishment."
I completely misunderstood Aermir's intentions. He didn't want to escape punishment. His real goal was to make himself a hero in the eyes of others by forcing Catelyn to punish him, and I sided with him, helping him achieve his true goal in a braver and more dignified way.
"If this is what you want, I have no choice but to punish you."
"Sir, if you allow it, I am willing to accept punishment on this training ground where I have shed blood and sweat."
What do you want to do? Haven't you already accomplished everything you wanted?
"I will allow it."
Rodrik stood behind Aermir, who was shirtless, holding a whip. The whip lashed Aermir's back almost silently. It was a weak lash, and it seemed that Rodrik was just putting on a show. "I think this is better," Aermir said loudly.
(Male protagonist's perspective)
I didn't even feel the first blow, because I had already used nearly half of my magic to strengthen my back and block my pain receptors as much as possible, but I couldn't turn it into a spell. So, so much magic was wasted for such a small reward. In this case, it was worth it, I said aloud.
" Ser Rodrik, are you trying to insult me by not using your full strength? Everyone's watching. Be fair and show me your true abilities."
The next lash struck me with all its might, and I let out a muffled groan.
"That's more like it!"
He said.
"Kid, I've told you many times, your tongue is too long, it'll get you into trouble."
I took all twenty lashes. My back burned, and blood streamed down my face. I was still a few minutes away from passing out, but I still hadn't gotten everything from the moment they freed my hands from their chains. I turned to face the large group of knights and soldiers. I didn't have much strength left, so I used my remaining magic to strengthen my body, especially my legs, until I had only ten points of magic left. After channeling the remaining magic into my throat, I raised my hands and shouted.
"For the Old Gods and the North!!"
Everyone on the training field raised their hands and shouted along with me.
"For the Old Gods and the North!!"
( Eddard Stark's perspective)
Even I could feel the stinging sensation spreading from my spine to my neck and back; I got goosebumps all over. Without even looking, I knew every knight and soldier was captivated by this 12-year-old boy. From that day forward, he was a hero, a model knight, though he wasn't yet. He raised his hands like a statue, and at that very moment, Rodrik said.
He has lost consciousness, sir.
How impressive can a person be? He fainted while standing!
(Male protagonist's perspective)
I woke up in the training ground's infirmary. My back was burning and throbbing with pain. I immediately cast the "Volhen Aspect of the Ox " Buff. It increased my stamina and also gave me a small Buff to my pain tolerance.
During all the training in the Training Space, I have died many times and lost many limbs. Whipping is much less painful than losing an arm or being stabbed in the internal organs, which is one of the reasons I let them whip me. I know that my pain tolerance is stronger than that of ordinary people. Seeing that I had woken up, Maester Luwin came over to me and said.
"I have never seen such a clever person do such a foolish thing. What were you thinking, defying Lady Stark for the sake of the ' Seven '?"
He's so smart, yet he's such a bookworm. He doesn't know how to manipulate or incite the masses. Don't get me wrong, he's a smart man. He can figure out how my smoke bombs are made. I know I can't profit from smoke bombs in the long run, but I thought I could earn at least a thousand gold dragons. However, the scholar calculated early on that I could only earn eight hundred gold dragons.
I may have been whipped 20 times, but it was worth it. And so I became a supporter of the Old Gods. Although Lord Stark accepted punishment for my promise and did not spare me the whipping, I became honorable and trustworthy, and from then on, I always kept my word.
A twelve-year-old boy was lashed twenty times without making a sound. In the eyes of the people of Winterfell, this was not Lady Stark's punishment. In their eyes, it was the Seven who gave the punishment, and it was the Seven who wielded the whip, not Ser Rodrik.
I was waiting for Aunt Brice to leave my room; she was muttering curses about the Seven and Lady Stark for whipping me. At the same time, she was trying to make me more comfortable in bed.
As soon as she left my room, I painfully stood up and shoved a chair behind the door. I didn't want anyone barging into my room while I was healing. I sat on the bed and began to cast Abra Ruklo ( Lifebloom ) on myself.
After casting Abra Ruklo ( Lifebloom ), I was able to stitch up the wound. Although it will leave a scar, at least the wound has scabbed over. Because the wound is closed and I used a healing spell, it won't get infected.