A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The army marched with great noise, and the footsteps when entering the city alone were comparable to the beating of war drums.

The gates of Storm's End, which had been closed for a year, were now wide open, and the long and narrow army team was like a crawling snake, slowly entering the castle.

In the front was a group of knights riding on horses, fully armed, who passed through the gate under the steel gate in an endless stream, with different emblems on the cloaks on their backs, including horse heads, iron fists, buckets, and crossed axes.

But the most conspicuous one was the wolf - the direwolf.

The army from the north entered Storm's End under the wolf flag, while the enemy army outside the city that had been surrounding the city for a year now retreated in disgrace.

The crisis was thus resolved, and a grand banquet followed. The arrival of the northerners not only lifted the siege of the castle, but also brought cart after cart of supplies, including whole pigs, turnips, carrots, capons, cheese, bacon, bacon...

There were too many people, and Renly was initially confined to the tower and not allowed to run around, but when the banquet began, he, the third young master of the Baratheon family, naturally could not be absent.

However, Renly did not feel honored or anything, but felt that the banquet was very noisy.

Or it was too noisy.

The first floor hall of the huge tower of Storm's End was originally very spacious, enough to accommodate hundreds of people, but now it is basically full. Looking around, there were long tables and benches all around, servants shuttled among the dense crowd, and food was served in an endless stream.

A crowded hall is enough to make people with trypophobia feel uncomfortable, and if you don't block your ears, the constant boasting, laughing, banging on the table, and even shouting around can drive you crazy.

The northerners were majestic in their helmets and armor when they entered the city, but now they are making a lot of noise and being bold. It seems that everyone is bragging to the people next to them about how brave they are in the war and how rich their achievements are.

Renly even saw a big bearded man with bare arms banging on the table and laughing loudly, and the reason for his laughter was that someone next to him claimed that he had kicked a southern bastard's dick on the battlefield.

"He looks so scary." The skinny Berry sitting next to him muttered to Renly, "How can he be a lord?"

"From the coat of arms, he should be the patriarch of the Wull family in the North." Renly said absent-mindedly: "Or it should be called the Wull clan, they are one of the mountain clans in the North."

"What is a mountain clan?" The fat man on the other side asked curiously.

Renly ignored his childish question, and his eyes were always looking at another group of people not far away from the bare-chested bearded man.

At this time, Renly and his friends were sitting at a long table below the chief of the banquet, and the table he saw was not far from his lower left corner. There were three tables of northerners blocking the view, but Renly could still see the target from the gap between their heads.

It was a young man who looked very thin and short. Unlike other northerners, he was still wearing a somewhat faded sleeveless bronze scale armor. When talking to the guests at the same table, there was no exaggerated body movement, but he looked very quiet.

The noisy banquet hall should have blocked the senses, but as Renly stared closely, the man looked over after a while, as if he noticed his gaze.

However, when he saw that it was only a child looking at him, the thin dwarf didn't care much. He smiled at him gently from a distance and turned his head back.

Renly stood up instead, ready to walk up to observe closely.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that two people were whispering something at the head of the banquet, and then pointed at him a few times.

So the boy just stepped out of the narrow bench, and a faint greeting came from there: "Renly, come and meet our Lord Stark."

He looked in the direction of the voice, and his brother Stannis was nodding at him. Secretly curling his lips, Renly walked over without resistance.

Although the host here was Stannis, who was sitting in the center of the head, the dark brown-haired young man next to him was the focus of this banquet.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a brown woolen coat embroidered with the direwolf family emblem in silver thread. He stood straight, and his long face was not outstanding. Only his gray eyes were a little colorful when he looked closely, but they were affected by the seriousness in them, making him look a little cold.

At this time, his brows were furrowed, as if he was entangled with some worries, but after Renly came forward to greet him, he still forced a smile.

"Robert often told me that his younger brother looked very similar to him when he was a child. Now it seems that he was not lying."

"Brother also said that Lord Eddard never liked to laugh, but when he laughed, it was like the heavy snow in winter melting, which was soothing." The boy's serious words made the person concerned laugh, and the northerners around who were paying attention to this side also laughed.

Only Stannis, who was sitting next to Stark, and the old maester standing behind him did not laugh.

The former has always been like this, and he seems to have never known what it means to be happy. He kept a straight face during the banquet. The latter was used to the boy's sweet talk and shook his head helplessly.

However, this was just a small episode in the banquet. After a brief conversation, Renly returned to his seat and subconsciously turned his attention to the short man who seemed very strange to him.

Unfortunately, in just a short while, the figure was gone.

"People of the Marsh..." The badge he saw before flashed through his mind, Renly thought thoughtfully.

The Neck is a type of people who live in the swamp. They live in the Neck, which is the watershed between the north and the south of Westeros, or the gateway to the entire north. There is overt or covert rot everywhere there. The swamp is very difficult to walk through.

But if you want to enter the northern border, you can only go through that area, or simply take the waterway.

The reason why he cared so much about that little man was simple. He had a scent on him.

It's like the smell of books, but also a bit burnt.

He had smelled this smell when the cavalry entered the city, but it was not until the banquet began that he determined who the specific target was.

Renly, who had experienced it once, did not think that the scent came from the other person this time, but that it might be something on him. Unfortunately, he disappeared without giving him a chance to observe it up close.

But it was actually very easy to find him. You could just follow the scent. But after Renly thought about it, he didn't act rashly - there were so many people there now that he planned to wait until the banquet was over.

So he turned his attention to Chief Stark.

Regardless of his impression of Westeros in his previous life, or now, Ed Stark is a very important person.

The young Duke of the North and Robert Baratheon, Duke of the Stormlands, had been adopted sons together in the valley since childhood. Their relationship could be said to be as close as brothers, even closer than real brothers.

Stark's sister was once engaged to Robert. Unfortunately, the wolf girl was kidnapped by Prince Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, and the war broke out.

At first, the rebels were only in the North, Stormlands and Vale. Later, the Riverlands also joined in. Finally, the West and even the Iron Islands also heard the news, and the Targaryen dynasty, which had lasted for nearly three hundred years, was destroyed.

Now that the war is basically over, the capital city of King's Landing is said to have been occupied by rebels. However, this man still looks gloomy, and something is obviously bothering him.

囧·Don’t understand anything·Snow?

A person's name flashed through Renly's mind, but before he could think about it, Fatty, who was nibbling on a browned capon next to him, secretly poked him and whispered: "Renly, look, that fat man... Just looking at you."

Fat man?

Renly looked at the chubby little man in front of him strangely, and then followed his gaze.

A tall, handsome young man with short curly brown hair was sitting in the corner of the banquet, looking furtively this way.

When Renly looked away, the other party subconsciously looked away, but immediately turned it back, and then smiled at him.

It's not fat either.

Renly subconsciously flashed this thought, but then he saw a gold rose embroidered on the front of the other man's green velvet jacket.

From the Tyrells in the Reach?

He was a little puzzled.

Why did the enemy who had been surrounding them for a year come to the castle and attend a banquet celebrating their victory with such arrogance?

Thank you to the half-Buddhist book friend for the 500 reward, and thank you to the book friend of the flower-eating patient for the 100 reward~