It was just getting dark.
Soft bed.
Morgan woke up from his sleep on time.
The moment you open your eyes.
Morgan woke up from a deep sleep and felt a little confused.
But it was just a moment of confusion.
He sobered up.
Realize that you are no longer in Middle-earth.
Instead, he came to the new continent of Westeros.
Three days ago, he stood out from a group of mercenaries with amazing skills and became the temporary swordsman of the Stark family.
Today is already the fourth day since he joined Winterfell.
Roll over and get out of bed.
A graceful and strong upper body with bare muscles.
Morgan put on a pair of shorts and got out of bed and came to the window.
Open the big windows.
"call..."
The cold air rushing towards him instantly made Morgan extremely alert.
Take a deep breath.
Feeling his body awakening, Morgan raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
The white snow that fell in the past two days is still on each roof.
Between the garden square and major buildings.
A large number of attendants and servants can still be seen busy.
The news that His Majesty the King came from King's Landing reached Winterfell more than half a month ago.
Winterfell also started from that time.
Various cleanings have been carried out to prepare the palace in the best possible manner for the arrival of the king.
Until now, His Majesty the King's motorcade has still disappeared.
But the cleanup in Winterfell has not relaxed at all.
Anyway, the cleanup of Winterfell won't stop until the king arrives.
Stand in front of the window.
Morgan moved around briefly naked, then returned to the house and began to wash up.
Finished washing.
Standing in front of the glass mirror, trimming his beard and tying his black ponytail higher and back.
Morgan did not put on the cold mail armor as before, but picked up a beige soft leather armor and put it on.
Being inside Winterfell is no better than being outside.
Morgan wasn't one to turn down an appropriate change.
Although to him, there is no difference between the weight of an extra piece of mail armor and the weight of an extra piece of leather armor.
But wearing soft leather armor is much more comfortable than cold mail armor.
The lower body is a black tight-fitting outfit, the upper body is leather armor, then a luxurious black velvet coat is put on, and a high elf sword is hung on the waist.
After finishing dressing, Morgan opened the door and walked out.
First, he went to the kitchen of Winterfell and had a fairly hearty breakfast.
Morgan then walked to the training ground.
His current task as a swordsman is to teach the two youngest sons of Lord Eddard Stark in swordsmanship and archery.
However, the youngest Rickon Stark is too young and is just a make-up.
The one who really needs his guidance is Brandon Stark.
"Good morning, Morgan..."
As soon as they approached the training ground, Jon Snow, who was wearing a tight-fitting outfit and was training in swordsmanship and slashing, greeted him from a distance.
"Morning, Jon."
Walking into the training ground, Morgan smiled and greeted Jon Snow.
these past few days.
Because Jon Snow is determined to make friends with the powerful Morgan.
Morgan is also willing to communicate with this "illegitimate son" with a good personality.
Therefore, the relationship between the two is much more familiar than others.
After that, he greeted several more familiar soldier leaders who were training at the training ground.
Morgan looked around, but didn't see the two Stark students who had arrived at the training ground early in the past few days.
"Looking for Bran and Rickon?"
Looking at Morgan looking around, Jon Snow stopped training, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked.
"Well, the two of them arrived early at this point."
Morgan looked back and nodded.
"I heard that Rickon had a stomachache yesterday and I'm afraid he won't be able to come today."
Jon Snow continued.
"Okay, then that kid will definitely not come today..."
Hearing Jon Snow's words, Morgan smiled.
After a few days of contact, he had already understood the personalities of the two young Starks.
Rickon Stark has an active personality, a little rebellious and a little wild.
Although Brandon Stark looks handsome and quiet, he is actually not. He has a hidden adventurous mind, and his favorite thing is to climb the walls of Winterfell.
There is also Arya Stark, whom Morgan has met, who is also the child of Duke Stark, and whom he remembers as "Erya".
That character is even more lively and energetic.
If it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, Arya Stark would definitely be training under Morgan at this time.
Several Stark children have an unstable mind hidden in their character, which may be related to Duke Eddard Stark's genes.
"Bran is here."
Jon Snow put down the towel in his hand and looked into the distance and suddenly spoke.
Morgan turned his head and saw a small figure wearing a brown tight-fitting outfit striding towards this side from a distance.
It was Brandon Stark.
Half an hour later.
"Stand up straight..."
"Relax your arms, how many times have I told you..."
"Look at the arrow, then look at the target..."
"To form a line..."
"Aim for a while longer so that you can calm down..."
"Relax..."
"Breathe, breathe and relax..."
"That's it..."
In the training ground, in the archery practice area, Morgan stood beside Brandon Stark, who was holding his bow and arrow, and gave instructions in a calm tone.
Seeing Bran next to him become quiet, he continued: "Yes, that's it."
"That's it..."
Morgan finished speaking.
"Whoosh..."
The arrow immediately shot out from Brandon Stark's longbow.
"boom..."
There was a muffled sound.
The arrow hit the center of the target dozens of meters away.
Brandon Stark immediately showed a bright smile on his face.
Morgan also had a smile on his face.
To be honest, Brandon Stark's talents in swordsmanship and archery are not very good, not even as good as his brother Rickon Stark.
But he is willing to learn and endure hardship.
This is why Morgan has the patience to teach him and treats him as half a student.
"Not bad, I finally see progress."
"And it's improved a lot..."
Jon Stark, who was watching on the sidelines, stepped forward, looked at his brother Bran and smiled.
Some other soldiers in training also gathered around.
Brandon Stark's delicate, freckled face immediately turned red, and he said a little embarrassedly, "It was Teacher Morgan who taught me well..."
"No matter how good I teach you, it's still useless if you don't work hard."
"Bran, you're making good progress..."
Morgan answered and smiled.
From a few days ago, at least one of the three arrows would miss the target until now.
Brandon Stark has indeed made great progress.
Well worth the compliment from Morgan.
at this time.
"Here he comes, His Majesty the King is coming..."
An excited voice came from the watchtower above the city wall not far away.
Morgan and everyone at the training ground immediately looked sideways in the direction of the watchtower.
I saw several soldiers coming down from the city wall where the watchtower was located, and running towards the main castle where Duke Stark lived.
"His Majesty the King is coming. It seems there is no need for training."
Jon Snow looked at the running soldiers in the distance and turned to look at Morgan and his brother Bran and smiled.
"It's going to be exciting next time."
"Bran, that's it for today's training."
"Go back, take a shower and change clothes. It's not okay to meet His Majesty the King and be covered in sweat..."
Morgan looked at the student Bran and said.
Brandon Stark nodded. Although he wanted to climb the city wall to see the rumored figure of His Majesty the King, it was too late at this time.
After saying hello, Brandon Stark quickly ran towards the main castle.
Morgan looked at Jon Snow and said, "Why don't you leave?"
"It's too late..."
Jon Snow shook his head: "I only saw His Majesty the King's motorcade on the watchtower. It's still some distance from Winterfell."
"There is still time..."
"Morgan, let's compete again!"
Jon Snow looked at Morgan and said.
Morgan immediately laughed: "What, not convinced?"
"Want to try again?"
Two days ago.
Morgan after training the two brothers Brandon and Rickon.
Jon Snow suddenly proposed to compete with Morgan in swordsmanship.
Then, completely predictable.
Morgan easily defeated him in front of a crowd.
"No..."
"Nothing to be dissatisfied with."
Hearing Morgan's words, Jon Snow shook his head and continued: "But I feel that I have made progress recently. Let's try again."
"Well..."
Morgan nodded. Since the other party was seeking abuse, he was naturally happy to comply. He raised his hand and pulled out the elf sword from his waist.
five minutes later.
Jon Snow flew upside down again and fell firmly on the training field.
Morgan smiled and stepped forward, ready to give the other person a hand.
Several soldiers strode towards the training ground, came straight to Morgan and Jon Snow and said: "Your Excellency Morgan, Your Excellency Jon..."
"Lady Catelyn wants you to prepare."
"His Majesty the King will arrive soon..."
...
afternoon.
The sky became gloomy.
Thick lead clouds covered the sky.
The cold wind howled.
Looking at the sky, it seems that the wind and snow that stopped yesterday are showing signs of continuing again.
Inside Winterfell.
The gates of the outer city wall and the inner city wall are wide open.
A large number of attendants, servants and soldiers were busy coming and going.
His Majesty's motorcade will arrive soon.
Winterfell, which has been busy for more than half a month, naturally has to prepare everything to welcome the king at the critical moment.
Time passed slowly.
In the entire Winterfell, whether it was the people in the inner castle or the people in the winter towns within the outer city walls, they all stood on both sides of the avenue under the orders of the Stark family.
The soldiers in Winterfell even lined the King's Road outside Winterfell, waiting neatly for the king's arrival.
Inside the castle.
In front of the broad square of the huge and majestic main castle.
"Warden of the North" and "Duke of Winterfell" Eddard Stark is taking his wife Catelyn Tully, and their eldest sons Robb Stark, Brandon, Rickon Stark, and She has two biological daughters, Arya Stark and Sansa Stark, who are standing at the front of the huge team.
Standing in the second row behind all the Stark members were the adopted son Theon Greyjoy, the "bastard" Jon Snow, and the great scholar Luwin of Winterfell, who had trained Rowe. Bo, Jon, and Rodrik Kelso, Theon's old coach who was recovering from an injury, also appeared here.
Finally, there was the new swordsman Morgan, all standing in the second row.
Behind them were the other leaders of the guards, other Stark family retainers, and a large number of servants.
A large group of black people stood in the large square in front of the main castle in Winterfell.
Quietly waiting for the arrival of the king.
Outside Winterfell, on the wide wilderness King's Road.
A huge team was driving slowly on the muddy road.
The heavy snow that brought the bitter winter a few days ago turned the entire northern border into a world of ice and snow.
What followed was the transformation of the King's Road into a thoroughfare of mud.
This is also the reason why the entire huge king's team marched several days slower than planned.
Fortunately, it’s finally here.
As the huge team as far as the eye could see approached Winterfell.
The first thing that appeared in the eyes of the soldiers waiting on both sides of the city were several powerful cavalry teams holding yellow flags with a crowned stag in the shape of a black deer with its feet raised and its head printed on it.
After the first team passed.
Then came the cavalry team holding golden lion banners with a red background and the image of a roaring lion printed on them.
Two teams carrying flags passed.
In the huge team, important figures from King's Landing finally began to appear.
Finally, when a huge, exquisite and luxurious carriage pulled by several horses slowly drove into Winterfell.
The outer gates of Winterfell were closed again.
Outer city, inner fort...
When the huge motorcade from King's Landing drove into the inner city, they went straight to the main castle.
All the servants and attendants standing on both sides of the road paid attention.
At this time, in the wide square.
A group of Stark family members and retainers led by Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, are waiting.
Finally, the huge carriage stopped in the square, and a group of cavalry guards who followed quickly dispersed to protect the surroundings.
When a middle-aged fat man wearing a burgundy luxurious velvet cloak and riding a tall horse walked steadily towards the Stark family.
When Ed Stark saw the approaching figure, he lowered his head first, bowed, squatted down, and knelt on one knee.
The Duke of Winterfell knelt down, and behind him, everyone around him knelt down.
However, Morgan had no intention of kneeling.
He did not even kneel before the High God Ilúvatar in Middle-earth.
Westeros beneath your feet.
Naturally, it is even more impossible to kneel down to a mere mortal king.
Not even kneeling down on one knee.
At this moment, Morgan knelt down and pulled the large black robe on his body to cover his entire body.
Then, he knelt down on one knee in his black robe, but his feet didn't even touch the ground.
Wearing leather armor, a luxurious burgundy robe and cape, and a sword hanging at his waist, the fat middle-aged man stepped on the box that the attendant had brought and dismounted.
Holding the sword at his waist with one hand, the fat middle-aged man strode up to Ed Stark, who was kneeling on one knee, and raised his hand casually.
Eddard Stark slowly stood up.
As soon as he stood up, everyone in the square who had just kneeled immediately stood up.
Morgan stood up, and it was only at this moment that he saw clearly the King of the Seven Kingdoms sitting in King's Landing.
He is tall and bloated, with messy long black and gray hair, piercing eyes, and a rosy and shiny complexion. Traces of his former handsomeness can be seen on his slightly fat face.
Based on his appearance alone, you can tell at a glance that the other person has a cheerful personality.
In front of the team, King Robert Baratheon and his old friend Eddard Stark hugged each other, then let go and laughed: "Haha..."
"Ed, you're fat..."
