iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 638 The Glory of the Knights
Sorry, I accidentally got heatstroke and spent the last two days in a daze TT

The hound nodded and admitted, "I've heard some rumors too."

Green loosened his grip on information about the White Walkers, and coupled with the recent rumors circulating in Winterfell, the matter had become an open secret.

however.

Until the White Walkers actually appear in the world, this news will remain a rumor.

Allowing ambiguous rumors to circulate in the shadows was an unspoken understanding between Grimm and Winterfell. A sudden outbreak of large-scale panic before proper preparation would only weaken the Seven Kingdoms' ability to fight the White Walkers.

This is also why Green did not rush to eliminate Stannis; he first used a reasonable pretext to mobilize troops and stabilize the front line against the White Walkers—the North.

Only then can they more easily appease the South, which is gripped by panic caused by the White Walkers.

Finally, they united the seven kingdoms to defeat the White Walkers' invasion.

……

Green stopped, his back to the hound, paused, and sighed softly, "May the gods bless the seven kingdoms."

The hound's eyes twitched slightly. He was taciturn, and perhaps that was why his sense of smell had become so keen.

At this moment, he was almost certain that a great war between humans and the White Walkers was imminent, which was the real reason why the king had personally visited Winterfell.

How could he repay such unwavering trust when the king did not choose to conceal such crucial information from him?
The hound's broad chest rose and fell slightly.

He was clearly a Lannister's dog; even if the king forgot to take his life, he should still be on guard at all times.

King Grenadier even allowed someone like him to carry a sword when he had a private audience...

Sandor Clegane suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and he even envisioned his own "burial place"—to die fighting for the king.

He took a deep breath and calmly suppressed the surging impulse. Although he was not afraid of death, he did not want to die in an unclear way.

Yes, he had been waiting to die. Ever since Tywin Lannister died at the Iron Throne, he knew this was his end.

He was a silent "spectator" of the gleaming Red Castle, having seen through the darkness beneath—or rather, the filth and shamelessness that were the shortcuts to so-called knightly honor.

"The western border must not be allowed to fall into chaos."

Green's voice pulled the hound from its thoughts.

“I grant you the power to build an army of Westerlands for the Targaryen Clyber dynasty, and then take them to the North to fight for the Seven Kingdoms.”

After a moment's thought, Green added, "As for the number of people... ten thousand would be enough."

His gaze shifted to the hound, and he continued, "Tens of thousands of young men from the Western Territory have already died in the Riverlands. If too many are mobilized, when the long winter arrives, there will be too many women and children without men to protect them."

The Hound paused, then asked, "Your Majesty, are I bringing those restless Westerners with me?"

Upon hearing this, Green's expression suddenly turned serious: "You've got one thing wrong. Those people you're talking about aren't qualified to fight for the survival of humanity. You must remember, this war is a war of honor for the continuation of humanity."

He took a sip of his drink and continued, “Sandor Clegane, restlessness means instability.”

The hound remained silent for a moment, then asked directly, "So, what should I do with those people?"

tread--

tread--

Green approached the Hound: "If you encounter any troublemakers in the Westerlands, you only need to act according to the honor of a knight, in the name of the King. Sandor, this is the power I have granted you."

"Your Majesty, I didn't..."

Green interrupted, "I know you don't like the title of knight, but I believe you are one of the few remaining people in the kingdom who possess the qualities of a knight, which is why I am willing to grant you this power."

Looking at the hound, a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "Mornton told me that you almost perished in a fire while trying to save a farmer's two sons (Chapter 458)?"

Before the Hound could respond, Green patted his strong arm and continued, "The rebellion seventeen years ago... Tywin Lannister, the man hailed as the 'Eternal Hand of the King,' brutally murdered Prince Rhaegar's wife and children, wrapping them in a red cloak and presenting them to Robert as a gift..."

Brown eyes met grey eyes, and after a moment of eye contact with the hound, his lips parted slightly: "From then on, the honor of knights became a joke in the Seven Kingdoms. And I, as the king of the Seven Kingdoms, must restore the glory of knights; this is my sacred duty."

He paused, then lowered his eyes and said hoarsely, “Your Majesty, destruction is easy, but reconstruction is not.” “It seems you finally understand my intention.”

Green chuckled and patted the hound again: "My warriors don't need to think too much. I only want you to gain honor on the battlefield."

"Yes, ma'am, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Sandor Clegane nodded slightly; he had just realized one thing: it was not Green Clyburn who needed the Seven Kingdoms, but the Seven Kingdoms who needed this king.

He also understood the meaning of the rest of his life: to restore the damned honor of the knights for His Majesty Green!
Immediately, his fist clenched. Those perverts in the Western Territory who liked to play with people's lives had better be dead. If they were still alive... he would shove the spear into their anus and let the spearhead come out of their mouths.

"The third thing. Tyrion will also be going to the Westerlands, where he will be fully responsible for calming the hearts of the people. I hope you will do your best to protect him then..."

……

As the Hound walked out of the king's study, he paused for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes. His Majesty Green had not only spared him but also given Lord Tyrion a chance to live.

Whatever the reason, the hound must admit... King Green I's magnanimity is admirable.

Sir Monton, who was squatting in the corner chewing on a sausage, saw the hound appear on the steps, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

Monton couldn't help but take a look. Although the hound was still the same as before, he could sense that the hound seemed to be in a good mood.

He asked directly, with a simple and honest look, "Is there something good happening?"

The Hound paused slightly as it descended the steps, remaining silent for a moment before replying, "Lord Monton, His Majesty has dismissed me from my position as adjutant in your legion."

Upon hearing this, Mondon was somewhat shocked: "Sandor, did you violate the Kleber Code? How come I didn't know? However, it seems you still have a chance to atone for your sins. Just kill a few more enemies and everything will be fine. I will help you."

The Hound's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "His Majesty has promoted me to the same rank as you as a legion commander and ordered me to go to the Western Frontier to build a Western Frontier Legion."

Monton paused for a moment, then scratched the back of his head shyly: "Hehe, that's good news, congratulations."

The hound looked at Monton, who was genuinely happy for him, and moved his lips: "Thank you."

It seems... the Seven Kingdoms still retain some of that damned knightly honor.

……

Green accepted Sansa Stark's invitation to lunch. Afterward, the two of them boarded a carriage and headed to the royal army's encampment.

At the king's request, Sansa summoned a group of the most skilled physicians from the North who were best at treating frostbite among the Seven Kingdoms.

Although they did not possess the medical skills of scholars, they had accumulated and passed down excellent techniques for treating frostbite from generation to generation.

The frostbitten Kleber soldiers recovered very well after treatment by the Northern physicians and were fully healed in a few days.

His Majesty Green concluded his inspection tour with satisfaction and returned to Winterfell with Sansa.

Inside the carriage.

Sansa, her face slightly pale, nodded gently: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will have more physicians summoned."

Green handed her a steaming cup of black tea: "Thank you for your help."

Sansa shook her head weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm very happy to travel with you, but it's because...because..."

For some reason, she was unable to "overcome" the stench, and she nearly vomited while accompanying Green on his inspection of the wounded soldiers' camp.

Green nodded understandingly: "That's normal. Most people like cheese, but there are still some people who can't stand the taste."

"But...but..."

A mist welled up in Sansa's blue eyes. She felt utterly ashamed, and her biggest worry was that she had made a bad impression on the king, making all her efforts in the past few months go to waste.

The king was so kind to the wounded soldiers, yet she almost vomited standing nearby...

She wanted to cry her heart out.

(End of this chapter)