iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 622 Winterfell

Green's eyelids twitched slightly, and his gaze met Daisy's, who was looking extremely serious. He couldn't help but smile, and then gestured for her to drink.

Green also raised his glass: "Miss Mormont is charming, but she doesn't need to sleep with you."

Daisy avoided Green's smiling gaze, her toes curling and flexing inside her boots, already carving out two Winterfells.

"I... um... I..."

Daisy didn't know what to say, but Green waved his hand and said, "I can roughly guess your current situation. In my opinion, you haven't done anything wrong. You've been fighting wholeheartedly for the Son of the King."

Daisy took a sip of her drink and murmured, "He's dead. I failed to protect him. It's my fault..."

“You are a mortal, not a god, and…”

Green paused for a moment, then continued, "...Everything has a price."

As he spoke, his gaze sharpened: "Miss Mormont, all seven kingdoms know that he has violated the sacred rights of a guest."

Strictly speaking, death was Robb's release, although the process of dying was quite painful (Chapter 375)...

Daisy was immediately disheartened. She lowered her head and said softly, "Yes, Your Majesty, I have committed an unforgivable sin..."

Tap tap, the sound of footsteps rang out.

Daisy caught sight of brown leather boots and white trousers, and she involuntarily held her breath. The touch was burning hot, and the king stroked her cheek.

The king's voice came from above: "Loyalty is meaningless; you are the sword, not the one who wields it."

Daisy moved her lips, then lowered her head even further, the sound of the king pacing back and forth filling her ears.

"I am a knight too."

Green sat down again. Daisy took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and slowly said, "I've heard about your deeds. Everyone says you're a living legendary knight, and many people admire you."

Green looked up and smiled: "Thank you for your compliments."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Nu's face showed an unusual shyness: "I, I'm just telling the truth, Your Majesty."

Green smiled again and then gestured for her to sit closer.

Daisy hesitated for a moment, then sat down by the carriage window, about a seat's width from the king.

“Duke Ned and Lady Catelyn are both fair and good people, but even they must consider the hearts of the people in the North, though this is not fair to you.”

Green seemed to be reminiscing: "After that defeat more than a decade ago, Kleber had a very difficult time on Crab Claw Peninsula..."

His gaze shifted to me: "...Fortunately, my mother was a strong woman like you; she was the one who saved Kleber."

"His Majesty……"

Looking at the gentle king, the strong Daisy instantly felt her eyes welling up with tears.

"Becoming a handmaid of the Lady of Winterfell is the best way out for you, but the longer it goes on, the more you will lose your only place to stay."

Daisy turned her head away, wiped her eyes, nodded, and said, "Yes, I understand. I don't want to be a burden to Mrs. Caitlin."

Green picked up his glass and swirled it, saying, "So, she hopes you can find a new way out through me. She's a kind-hearted lady."

The powerful king was so approachable that Daisy's vision blurred and her heart began to flutter.

For the first time, she met a man she could love with all her heart.

however.

She could clearly sense that the king before her did not covet her beauty, but only regarded her as a warrior he admired, regardless of gender.

Yes, this is the king who rules over seven kingdoms...

……

“Yes, yes.” The woman from Bear Island quickly suppressed her suddenly “restless” heart.

Green took a sip of Summer Red and said directly, "You have two choices, provided you do not violate your vassal obligations and loyalty."

"You've heard about the White Walkers in Winterfell, haven't you?"

Daisy nodded emphatically. She had heard about this from Lady Caitlin and knew that the former Commander-in-Chief of the Gold Robes had also captured a wight.

Although they knew it was true, they still couldn't believe it.

“Investigating the White Walkers is the real reason I came to Winterfell. If… a war breaks out between humans and the White Walkers, you will have the opportunity to fight for all living beings.”

Before Daisy could even process this shocking news, Green held up two fingers: "The second thing is a secret. Duke Brynden Tully will choose one of the wolf cubs to be his heir." Seeing Daisy's eyes widen, he continued, "Arya has a very good chance of becoming that person. This is another way for you: follow her south and establish a Mormont family in the Riverlands."

Having experienced countless battles, Daisy remained calm: "I will keep this secret, I swear to the Old Gods."

Then she knelt before Green, her voice trembling with emotion: "Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty."

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Outside Winterfell.

Ser Monton pulled up his armor, gazed at the majestic Stark castle, and exclaimed with a simple, honest voice, "This city is so big, so very big."

Sandor Clegane, riding beside him, glanced at it and said, “My lord, quite apt, it is indeed large.”

Ser Menton chuckled, then kicked his spurs and rode off toward the gates of Winterfell, with the rest of his cavalry following closely behind.

……

In the distance, the cold north wind whipped at hundreds of blue and black flags held aloft.

The thunderous sound of hooves shook the earth, and hundreds of heavily armed cavalry surged into waves.

As they drew nearer, they resembled a moving steel fortress. Sansa Stark noticed the marigold emblem on the blue flag and the three-headed dragon emblem on the black flag.

Seventeen years later, the Targaryen once again became the rightful king of the Starks…

A large crowd of curious Winterfell residents gathered around her, while the Stark knights surrounded Miss Sansa.

The king's vanguard cavalry gradually slowed their horses, and Sansa, with a ladylike smile on her face, led the others to meet them.

The king's cavalrymen all wore uniform high-feathered helmets, silver armor, and blue robes, and their strong horses were clad in horse armor, with knight shields and lances attached.

Under the gray sky, their bodies gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, seemingly unstoppable.

The two knights at the front dismounted; one was as large as a small mountain, and the other was as imposing as a giant tower.

Both of them were people Sansa knew.

Sir Mundon, holding his helmet, bowed to her with his hand on his chest, his voice still as warm and gentle as ever: "Miss Stark, thank you for coming to greet us."

Sansa returned the greeting gently, while Sandor, standing beside Ser Menton, pulled up his dog-face mask, revealing his face with large, twisted scars.

Good day, Miss.

Sansa's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly as she maintained her smile: "Good day, Ser Clegane."

Seeing that the hound's lips only moved slightly but did not make a sound, Mondon, standing to the side, gave him a strange look with his unintelligent eyes.

"Gentlemen, I have already had a banquet prepared."

Sansa turned to the side, gently raised her hand towards the gate, smiled, and said, "Winterfell welcomes you. Please let me show you the way."

Sansa's jewel-like blue eyes inadvertently swept over the Hound's figure; her heart was still pounding, and his appearance was still so frightening.

In the period immediately following Sansa's departure from King's Landing, the Hound was one of the main characters in her nightmares.

……

Ser Monton, keeping pace with Sansa's steps, imitated the nobles of King's Landing and exclaimed, "Miss Stark, you are charming, even more beautiful than before."

Sansa, who had just turned fourteen, had grown quite a bit taller, with a slender and graceful figure. Her thick, maroon hair reached down to her lower back and trembled gently in the wind.

As she walked, the hem of her skirt undulated along the contours of her long, slender legs.

Sansa's face glowed with the alluring light of ripe fruit as she gave Monton a standard ladylike smile: "Thank you for your compliment, Sir."

Sansa seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo, making it impossible to look away. Sir Mundon couldn't help but scratch his head and chuckle.

Seeing this, the hound silently distanced itself from Monton, as if the two were strangers.

Lady Catelyn received Ser Mundon and his entourage at the main castle in Winterfell and arranged for the Stark knights to entertain them in the hall.

Then, Sansa took her mother's arm and went to the lord's study.

“Mother, Ser Monton told me that the King’s party will arrive at Winterfell in three days at most.”

(End of this chapter)