iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 653 White Robe and Black Robe 3
Meeting Damon's razor-sharp gaze, Ser James smiled smugly, a smile that sent chills down one's spine—in the corner of the tavern, the tavern girl who was secretly watching him couldn't help but raise her hand to her chest, her breath catching in her throat.

"If I win, you will join the Night's Watch."

Sir Damon paused for a moment, then scoffed, "You're actually after me?"

James leaned back, stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Are you scared, you bastard from Divine Grace City?"

Ser Damon remained unfazed by James's provocation: "Don't try to provoke me, you cunning lion, but..."

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly sharpened: "...I'm very interested in your head. Once I take it off, I'll fill its mouth with my **."

“That’s good.” Sir James spread his hands, gestured with his chin toward the door, and then slowly rose from his chair.

Damon grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his boots slamming against the floor as he walked past James and out first.

Are you going to have a duel?

Julie, who had grown up witnessing men's duels in pubs, suddenly stepped forward and stopped James.

Her eyes were full of concern, but her hands were groping all over him. James reluctantly took a half step back to avoid her touch.

"Miss, please prepare two bowls of meat soup for me. We'll be there in a little while..."

"No, don't try to fool me, you might die."

"I'll be there soon..."

James was interrupted again as Julie rushed up and hugged him, saying, "That man looks really strong. You should postpone the duel and let me leave you a child."

Upon seeing the two embracing, the noisy surroundings fell silent, followed by a deafening burst of laughter.

Ser James shrugged at them, then struggled to pry Julie's arms off: "I'll be back soon..."

His words were interrupted again. Julie's eyes reddened, and she shook her head: "Every man who says he'll come back is dead. I've seen too many of them, sob."

James felt a headache coming on and rubbed his hair. Then he suddenly remembered Green—that guy was the best at dealing with these persistent women, and he had seen it many times before.

Which method should be used in this situation?
Before Julie could pounce on him again, Sir James took the purse from his waist and tossed it to her.

He saw Julie's eyes light up immediately; she really was useful...

The heavy money bag had been carefully tucked into her deep pocket. Julie gently touched the hair on her cheek and said obediently, "Handsome knight, I'll be waiting for you to come back."

After saying that, she glared fiercely at the crowd around her who were still cheering.

James couldn't help but smile. It turned out—many things could have been so simple, but in the past he always liked to complicate them, foolishly dragging down so many people around him and causing so much harm…

In fact, Green had hinted at it many times, but he didn't understand. To be precise... he didn't want to understand, he didn't want to wake up from the beautiful dream he had woven.

If only everything could start over...

As James stepped out of the tavern, he looked up at the gray sky and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, lifted his foot, and strode toward the figure standing in the small square.

He has donned the black robes and must not waver; this is his only path to redemption…

……

Heavy snow was engulfing the world, turning it into a vast expanse of white. The cold wind swirled the snowflakes, and the biting chill was penetrating everywhere.

"So slow, is it because you're old, Kingslayer?"

Sir Damon's red cloak was covered with a thin layer of snow. He slowly drew his sword, the blade gleaming with a cold, hard silver light in the reflection of the snow.

"Sorry for taking a while to pay for your drinks."

James chuckled, drew his sword, and pointed it at the other side: "Let's begin."

The cold wind whistled past my ears.

Ser Damon's blue eyes gleamed with a hawk-like sharpness. As soon as James finished speaking, his boots crushed the frozen snow beneath his feet, and his entire body lunged forward, his longsword drawing a white arc.

Ser Jaime's eyes narrowed, his body twisted abruptly, and his sword slashed upwards, precisely deflecting Damon's blade.

Clang! ! !
The clang of metal against metal pierced the wind and snow. Ser Damon flicked his wrist, the blade drawing a sharp semicircle, aimed straight at James's ribs.

Ser Jaime spun around, his cloak whipping through the snow in a black vortex, easily deflecting the attack while the spine of his sword, carrying a powerful gust of wind, slammed into Damon's hand.

Sir Damon managed to lower his wrist to dodge, then found himself in a somewhat disheveled defensive position, dealing with James's relentless onslaught.

At this point, he had to admit that he had indeed underestimated Jaime; the Kingslayer was a knight as powerful as Prince Oberyn.

He roared furiously, completely abandoning defense, and viciously slashed at James. James's lips curled slightly. Damon's arm strength was slightly greater than his own, but his skill and speed were inferior. He steadily defended against this reckless attack.

"Composure is the knight's sharpest weapon."

"Shut up!"

Ser Jaime's attacks grew increasingly fierce, his previous instruction stemming from his former captain of the Iron Guard, Ser Gerald Hightower, known as "The White Bull."

Captain White Bull once gave James similar guidance.

James and Damon darted and collided rapidly on the snow, like two fierce beasts locked in combat.

clang!clang!clang!
The clanging of swords echoed, each clash of blades sending out blinding sparks that made Jaime's arms go numb. Yet, he always managed to narrowly evade Damon's deadly attacks at the last second.

Jaime stomped through the snow, creating craters of varying depths, then spun around and slashed horizontally. His blade grazed Damon's ear, sending snowflakes flying and pelting his face.

The instant he closed his eyes, a flash of cold light appeared, and Damon, due to the sharp pain in his wrist, involuntarily loosened his grip, causing his sword to fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, his knee went numb, and he fell heavily onto the snow.

Ser Jaime's boots slammed heavily onto the blade of Damon's sword, and the hand of the bastard son of Divine Favor, his fingertips pressed against the hilt, froze in place.

The wind and snow continued to howl.

Heavy breathing condensed into white mist in the cold air. Ser Jaime's blue eyes looked down at Damon, the tip of his sword firmly pressed against the side of Damon's neck.

"you lose."

"Welcome to the Night's Watch, Ser Damon Shad."

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"Running wolf!"

Mace Tyrell held his wine glass, panting for a long time before managing to keep it from smashing it into the main hall of Castle Black—the high-backed chair carved with a crowned stag.

After resting for only a month, driven by the instincts of a war artist, he disregarded the advice of his vassals and knights and resolutely marched on Castle Black, launching an attack on Stannis's last stronghold.

Although nearly a third of the Rose Army soldiers remained in Eastwatch due to frostbite, the more than 20,000 Rose Army soldiers breached Black Castle in one fell swoop.

The defenders of Castle Black—Stannis's savage army—were sliced ​​apart like cheese by the Rose Army, leaving them with no choice but to flee for their lives.

however.

As Lord Mace contemplated how to use Stannis to promote his reputation as a great general, several sworn knights of House Tyrell came to report that Stannis had not been found.

After some investigation, it turned out that... on the eve of the Rose Army's siege, Stannis had quietly left Castle Black with a group of cavalry.

Their escape route was the same one the Stark army took to advance on Castle Black.

"Damn wolf!"

Eddard Stark's reputation for battle was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The Duke of Mace's face flushed red. He felt he had been tricked. The cunning Wolf's previous lack of cooperation was all for this day!
The wolf stole the glory that rightfully belonged to him!

"Traitor! Benlang is a traitor!"

The Duke of the Inflatable Fish grew increasingly irritated and paced back and forth angrily.

It was just a little bit short...

Duke Mays wanted to roar to vent his anger, but after glancing at the quiet crowd below, he ultimately suppressed the urge.

in the afternoon.

On the table were several torn parchments, and the Duke of Mace was furiously wielding his quill on a new parchment, ready to tell Greene—to expose the Duke of Winterfell's conspiracy!
The Duke of Metz put down his pen, stared at what he had written, and then tore the parchment to shreds.

That's not enough; he must lodge a fierce complaint and make Benlang understand the consequences of stealing his credit!
The hatred between Tyrell and the Starks is endless!
knock knock knock.

Upon hearing the knock, Prime Minister Mays responded with considerable displeasure, and the Rose family's captain of guards immediately pushed the door open and entered.

He stopped in front of the table, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke respectfully: "My lord, Duke Stark has arrived. He is already outside the gates of Castle Black."

Duke Mace stared in disbelief, "What? Which Stark? He dares... he actually dares..."

He paused, then suddenly stood up, slammed his hand on the table, and roared, "How dare he come to see me?!"

(End of this chapter)