evening.
The cold wind howled.
Since leaving the north, the weather has gotten better day by day.
Despite being in the coldest winter of the year.
But you can often see warm sunshine and sunny days.
This is hard to see in the northern border where it is often snowy and windy in the cold winter.
Morgan dismounted and was about to find a suitable place to rest for the night around the huge stopped motorcade.
Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the front.
"Look there, that's King's Landing..."
"Is it finally here?"
"Are we finally getting to King's Landing?"
"Of course, it's only one day's journey tomorrow at most, and we'll be there..."
"We're finally here. I haven't had a good night's sleep this whole way..."
"Same..."
"This is my first time in the south. I heard that there are many brothels in King's Landing and the women are also very beautiful..."
"I haven't played with a southern woman yet..."
"Hehe, I am the same. When I get to the city, I must find a way to try it..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, why are you so loud about this kind of thing..."
"Miss Sansa Stark and Miss Arya Stark are still behind. It's not good for them to hear..."
"I just saw Mr. Morgan not far away..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Morgan will not care about this kind of thing about us. Only Captain Kelson will say that we..."
"It would be great if Mr. Morgan were our captain. I heard that we will stay in King's Landing for at least several years this time..."
"Don't think about it. With Lord Morgan's great strength, of course he will follow the Duke and the two Miss Starks to ensure their safety..."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Morgan is truly a marksman. He can kill a ferocious winter bear of that size with one arrow..."
"I heard that at that hunting conference, His Majesty the King also hunted a giant bear, but it was much smaller than the one Mr. Morgan hunted. I don't know if it is true..."
"I heard about it too..."
"Hey, if you want to know this matter, it's very simple. Just ask the captain. He also participated in the hunting competition at the time..."
"Forget it then, I don't want to be punished for talking about His Majesty the King in private..."
"Do you all know that Mr. Morgan is a marksman? I heard that his swordsmanship is stronger..."
"I've heard of it. I know that Lord Morgan easily defeated several captains from the outer city and the inner city who challenged him..."
"Then no one will dare to challenge Mr. Morgan..."
"..."
A few Winterfell soldiers who were relaxing in front were discussing something.
The cold wind carried all their voices into Morgan's ears.
Morgan had no intention of disturbing them. These soldiers were on guard most of the day, and only at this time would they have a short period of free time to relax.
This time the large convoy chose a wilderness to temporarily rest for the night.
The best location around, the wilderness under a few sparse trees, has been occupied by the king's royal tent.
Morgan raised a small bonfire under a lone tree not far from the carriages of Sansa Stark and Arya Stark.
After getting his share from the car in the back that was responsible for food and dry food.
Morgan sat in front of the campfire and used a barbecue fork to pierce the sausages when they were just roasting and smelling delicious.
At this time, two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly appeared in front of Morgan's fire.
...
The king's tent was brightly lit.
The floor was covered with exquisite and expensive soft blankets.
Thick candlesticks, bonfires, long tables, and various colorful fruits are placed on the long table.
Beside the long table, Duke Eddard Stark, who was wearing a luxurious black robe, put away the small letter in his hand, threw it on the long table in front of him and said: "So, Daenerys Targaryen married many people. Drogo Khal, the Horse King of Slark..."
"Are we going to give wedding gifts?"
"This is too far away from us..."
Eddard Stark spoke indifferently, but King Robert Baratheon did not. He immediately answered: "Then let our warriors give them the sharpest daggers to kill them."
I knew that the king's old friend had always hated the Targaryens, but I didn't expect that his old friend could hate him to such an extent.
Ed Stark could only say helplessly: "She is just a child, she can't do anything..."
"No..."
King Robert Baratheon shook his head and continued: "She can quickly open her legs and give birth to evil offspring, Eddard!"
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
Ed Stark shook his head.
For Ed Stark, who adheres to old traditions, abides by his oaths, and honors his honor.
A king of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and a grand duke of Winterfell in the north. These two big men actually got together to talk about killing a small girl like this. It was really unacceptable to him, even if the girl They are Targaryens.
"What's wrong Ed?"
Seeing the change in the face of his old friend in front of him, Robert Baratheon immediately knew what Ed was thinking, and immediately said hatefully: "You think this is despicable? Cruel?"
"No, the cruelty her father did to your brother and your father is called cruelty!"
"And what her brother, Rhaegar Targaryen, did to your sister, the woman I love most, is called cruelty!"
"I swear, I will kill all the Targaryens with my own hands."
"That's all!"
Robert Baratheon gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
When it comes to hating the Targaryens, no one hates them more than Robert.
Looking at the king and old friend with such strong hatred in front of him.
Ed Stark sighed inwardly.
Some secrets become more torturous the more you know them.
But for the safety of his nephew Jon Snow, he could only continue to hide it.
"But you can't kill this one..."
Ed Stark looked at his old friend and said solemnly: "You can't kill him, can you?"
"I know you are talking about Khal Drogo. I heard that he has a hundred thousand people under his command..."
"It doesn't matter how many people he has, even if he has a million Dothraki, they are in the grassland, they can't come over, they don't even have a ship!"
"Even if they can come over, we can drive them back!"
"Robert, what are you worried about?"
Eddard Stark looked at his old friend and asked.
Long time no see.
He sensed something strange about Robert.
"Ed, I have a feeling there's a war coming."
"I don't know when it will come, and I don't know who the enemy is, but I have this feeling..."
"There is a war waiting for us..."
Robert Baratheon was silent after being questioned by his old friend, and then spoke again.
"Then let him do it!"
"Let's just defeat it together!"
"Forget it..."
Sensing that his old friend seemed a little uneasy, Ed Stark suddenly spoke boldly and raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Haha, I was overthinking it. You're right, Ed!"
"Come..."
"cheers..."
...
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Before anyone arrived, the voice came first.
Morgan looked up and saw Sansa Stark, who looked like a quiet lady in a light blue dress, and Arya Stark, who was wearing a simple braid and short jacket and trousers similar to a tight outfit. in front of me.
Among them, Arya Stark was staring at the fragrant sausages roasting in Morgan's hands and swallowing her saliva.
Sansa Stark stood aside, looking at her sister's appearance and hearing the sound of her sister swallowing saliva. She just felt that it was so rude and embarrassing.
She regretted very much that she had just listened to her sister's instigation to come with her.
“I want to bake it myself...”
He looked at Arya Stark and smiled, pointing to the food and roasting fork on the small table beside him.
Over the past few days, he had already seen clearly the character of the little girl Arya.
Arya was not polite to Morgan. She immediately ran to the small table, picked up the barbecue fork and started skewering the sausages herself.
Although her elder sister Sansa Stark was angry at her younger sister Arya's rudeness.
But she had long understood her sister's character.
It doesn't matter.
In addition, in the past few months, he has become familiar with Morgan, the handsome family swordsman who protects him.
Then Arya was allowed to get off the carriage and come to Morgan to walk around.
"Mr. Morgan..."
Sansa Stark nodded slightly towards Morgan.
Morgan smiled and said, "Don't be so formal. If you want to eat it, let Arya bake it for you."
"It's time for you to come out and take a walk. People who sit in the carriage for so long will be very depressed..."
Morgan said, reaching out and waving to the guard not far away.
Soon, a guard ran over quickly.
"Find a stool for Lady Sansa..."
The guard glanced at the two Miss Starks and asked, "Is it just one?"
Morgan turned his head and was about to speak when he saw Arya sitting down on the grass in the wilderness.
He immediately said: "Just one..."
After Morgan gave his instructions, the guards left quickly.
He could sit on the wild grass mixed with withered yellow and green, but not a noble lady like Sansa Stark who was about to marry Prince Joffrey Baratheon.
As for Arya, the second daughter of the Stark family, who is also a noble family, she is an exception.
"Yes, I said that too, but she always likes to stay in the carriage..."
Arya grilled the sausage neatly and continued.
Sansa didn't argue with her sister, she just sat quietly on the small stool and warmed herself by the fire.
It didn't take long.
By the time Morgan finished his second skewer of grilled sausages.
Two footsteps suddenly came from not far away.
Morgan looked up and saw Joffrey Baratheon, dressed in burgundy fine clothes, walking over.
Behind him, there was also Sandor Clegane, the "Hound" with half a hideous and ugly face.
“On a night like this, having a barbecue for dinner is a very good choice...”
Joffrey Baratheon looked at the three people under the tree and said.
Morgan looked up at Joffrey and said casually: "If your highness doesn't mind the simple food, you can also..."
Morgan said as he made an invitation gesture to Joffrey Baratheon.
Although I don't want to deal with this irritable, hot-tempered naughty kid.
But this time he was ordered by Eddard Stark to look after Sansa and Arya, as Sansa Stark's fiancé.
Morgan could not avoid contact with this naughty prince.
But even contact.
It only stopped at the most superficial level.
Perhaps it was because he had seen the terrifying giant bear hunted by Morgan with one arrow at the hunting meeting in Winterfell.
Or perhaps he has heard of Morgan's reputation as a powerful man.
Joffrey Baratheon behaved normally in front of Morgan.
"Then you're welcome, Mr. Morgan..."
Joffrey was talking but his eyes were still on Sansa Stark. He then ordered Sandor Clegane, the hound behind him, to find a stool and sit next to Sansa Stark.
Joffrey Baratheon sat in front of the bonfire, but the hound Sandor Clegane, who was the guard, could not sit next to Morgan and have a barbecue as usual.
Morgan glanced at the hound standing behind Joffrey, raised his hand and threw the freshly roasted sausage in his hand with the barbecue fork.
When he threw it, Joffrey, who was finishing talking to Sansa, turned his head and was shocked when he saw the roasting fork flying. When he was about to reach out to resist, he saw the sausage flying over his head.
The hound Sandor Clegane didn't notice Joffrey's strangeness, took the fork unceremoniously, and started chewing on the grilled sausage.
Joffrey looked a bit ugly only because he was a little frightened by Morgan's attack.
In front of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister, his behavior just now was a bit embarrassing.
Joffrey was angry in his heart, and an unknown fire suddenly burned.
He suddenly raised his head and glanced at Morgan, the marksman in front of him who was the instigator.
He saw the other party's extremely cold eyes looking over.
Joffrey was shocked. Seeing such a look in the other person's eyes, he seemed to feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and immediately put out the anger that had just been burning.
He didn't dare to look into Morgan's eyes again.
Joffrey had no choice but to turn his head and glared hard at Sandor Clegane, the hound who was still eating grilled sausages.
Only then did Sandor Clegane realize something was going on.
But at this moment, considering the strength of Morgan in front of him, Joffrey Baratheon suddenly stood up and was about to turn around and leave.
But he still remembered that his fiancée was still there, and then he looked at Sansa Stark beside him and said, "I'm leaving first."
Ignoring Morgan and Arya Stark, he turned around and left.
Sandor Clegane, the hound, stuffed the last bite of sausage into his mouth, returned the fork to Morgan, and immediately followed.
"Is he angry?"
Arya Stark looked at the back of Joffrey Baratheon leaving in a hurry and asked.
"Maybe..."
Morgan said casually, raised his hand to prick some bacon and put it on the bonfire to roast.
"Then why is he angry?"
Arya continued to ask.
But this time, before Arya could answer, Sansa Stark suddenly stood up: "I'm going back first."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull his sister beside him.
Arya unceremoniously shook off her sister's hand and said immediately, "I haven't eaten enough yet."
"If you want to go back, go back by yourself!"
Sansa Stark looked a little ugly. After nodding to Morgan, she turned around and quickly left the bonfire.
Morgan looked at Sansa Stark's leaving figure and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"damn it!"
"Damn damn damn!!!"
Joffrey Baratheon quickly left the bonfire at the rear, with an angry look on his face, and yelled through gritted teeth: "I want to kill Morgan!"
"I want him to get down on his knees and beg me for mercy like a dog!"
Joffrey's face was twisted and ferocious, and he growled at Sandor Clegane, the hunting dog chasing behind him.
I endured the calm for a while, but took a step back and became more and more angry the more I thought about it.
This was Joffrey's extremely furious state at this time.
"That may be difficult..."
The hound Sandor shook his head, looking at Joffrey Baratheon who was in a manic rage and shook his head and said, he has seen the other party in this state too many times.
"Why?"
Joffrey immediately asked, eyes wide.
"If you have seen the giant bear hunted by Morgan, you know that he is extremely powerful."
"Besides, I heard that his swordsmanship is even more powerful..."
"He left a deep impression on His Majesty the King, and Lord Eddard of Winterfell also had great trust in him..."
"He's not like those little characters before..."
"It's difficult for us to deal with such a powerful opponent..."
Sandor the Hound analyzed calmly.
Joffrey's face became increasingly ugly. He was very angry, but he was not a fool.
"Are you just going to let me forget it?"
Joffrey asked Sandor the Hound in return.
The hound Sandor immediately spoke: "Your Highness, I want to ask you something."
Joffrey: "Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly!"
Sandor the Hound: "Are you afraid of Morgan?"
Joffrey gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I'm not afraid!"
Sandor the Hound: "Then I have a solution."
Joffrey said anxiously: "What can we do?"
Sandor the Hound: "The Tourney..."
