Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 30: The King's Arrival

The ninth year of summer.

April 1st, 298th year of Aegon's Conquest.

King Robert was about to arrive at his loyal Winterfell.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, who was like a brother to the King, had prepared everything a few days in advance.

Ceremonies, servants, delicacies, banquets—Winterfell offered its greatest sincerity.

Although the bastard Jon Snow could not stand in the first row of the Stark family to greet the King, he had to attend the welcoming ceremony with Theon Greyjoy and others.

Time was running out.

Jon Snow was alone in the cabin, soothing his direwolf.

"Ghost, be good and stay here. Just half a day, and I'll give you your favorite venison, okay?"

He believed his Ghost could understand him.

Ghost, with fur as white as snow, blinked its blood-red eyes, alert and quiet.

Good boy. Jon smiled smugly.

Jon walked out of the cabin alone.

As soon as he left the room with hot water flowing through the walls and the fireplace, the cold of the North immediately attacked him, and he tightened the heavy leather coat wrapped around him.

The playful Arya ran over, excitedly tugging at Jon, "Jon, come with me quickly! There are so many singers coming!"

Jon ruffled Arya's hair affectionately.

Among the children of Duke Stark, Arya was the closest to him, not disliking him, her bastard brother, in the slightest.

Bran and Robb were also very good, but Jon always felt a little inferior when facing them.

Jon never wanted to think about his future. Robb would inherit Winterfell, Bran could serve his elder brother or obtain other territories, but where would he, a bastard, go?

Jon allowed Arya to drag him to the East Gate.

Theon Greyjoy leaned over with malicious intent, "Jon Snow, a friendly reminder, don't stand in the wrong position later. We're all in the back."

Jon disdained to pay attention to such shallow provocations.

This guy, Theon, was said to be the adopted son of the Stark family, but in reality, he was just a hostage sent by the Greyjoy family. His status was even lower than his, so it was not surprising that his personality was so bad.

Jon's attention was entirely on the musicians standing inside and outside the gate.

Arya was right. There were quite a few musicians carrying various instruments, nearly a hundred people, which looked quite conspicuous.

Jon was very curious.

His father's arrangements had already been determined, and he hadn't heard that so many musicians were needed. So, was this the King's doing?

"Arya, did you just crawl out of a mud pile? Heavens, you're even wearing a dusty helmet. The King is about to arrive, at least dress like a lady."

Sansa, the eldest daughter of Lord Stark, walked over gracefully.

Sansa was wearing an elegant and exquisitely embroidered dress today, and her tone of reprimanding her sister was also gentle and pleasant.

Walking closer, she gave Jon a ladylike smile, but the sensitive Jon could feel her politeness and distance. Indeed, how could a maiden dreaming of marrying a prince like an illegitimate half-brother who was not honorable?

Lady Catelyn glanced over here, and Jon immediately turned his head away timidly.

Catelyn Tully had given Duke Eddard three sons and two daughters, but Duke Eddard had brought his bastard son Jon back to Winterfell.

Jon wanted to try to understand and accept Lady Catelyn's attitude.

But every time he came into contact with the Lady, her cold and disgusted eyes could make Jon more deeply aware of his awkward position.

His elder brother Robb walked over at this moment.

Robb inherited his mother's blue eyes and auburn hair. But Jon knew that Robb was his father's son inside: upholding honor, being loyal, and adhering to justice.

Robb explained the reason for the musicians' appearance to his younger siblings.

"The Crown Prince composed a new piece to present to the King. The first performance will be in Winterfell, so so many people came in advance."

Robb specifically instructed his two younger sisters, "The Crown Prince seems to have brought a giant lion as a mount, so don't lose your composure and let people laugh at the Stark family when the time comes."

The curiosity and anticipation on Arya's face became even stronger, "I'm not afraid! What is a giant lion? What does it look like?"

Sansa held her hands together, her eyes full of longing, "I heard that Prince Joffrey has golden hair as dazzling as the sun…"

Jon began to miss his Ghost. Such a quiet and good boy, not noisy, not angry, and without such complicated human thoughts. I really hope today's activities end immediately.

More and more people gathered at the East Gate.

Bran nimbly climbed down from the tower and ran to his father all the way, announcing that the King's men were not far away.

The preparations in the city were completely completed, and Jon and others stood upright, waiting for the King's arrival.

The air was very quiet.

Jon had never seen Winterfell like this before.

Hundreds of Northern soldiers, armed with armor and guns, were divided into two teams to guard the outside of the King's Road. Dozens of huge and exquisite stag flags and direwolf flags were hung on the walls and inner walls of Winterfell.

The entire Stark family stood in the courtyard, and the knights, nobles, and servants behind them were even more serious and solemn.

The musicians adjusted their postures slightly.

Jon was also infected by the atmosphere in the field. What will the King be like?

The sound of horses' hooves gradually approached.

Cellos, violas, and violins played at the same time, the melody was melodious and subtle.

Jon thought it sounded quite good, more pleasant than most bards' music, but it didn't seem very suitable for this moment.

But he also noticed that many musicians' instruments were not joining in.

Hundreds of knights flashing gold, silver, and white light drove along the King's Road. The two majestic white-armored knights leading the way guarded a big fat man.

The moment King Robert stepped into the East Gate, everyone knelt on one knee together, respectfully welcoming the King.

The first part of "The King's Arrival" happened to be finished.

Countless passionate drums and horns instantly resounded throughout Winterfell.

Jon's heart couldn't help but jump a few times, and a heat flow surged to his whole body. Many people present reacted even more strongly.

The previous melodious melody was just a foreshadowing, just like the little by little preparations in Winterfell these days, all for the arrival of the second half—The King's Arrival.

The visiting knights poured in like a long dragon.

Countless Baratheon stag flags and Lannister golden lion flags slid past people's eyes.

The drums still did not stop, and even became more intense.

A touch of golden light suddenly occupied Jon's field of vision.

Many people let out suppressed exclamations.

Jon's sight was firmly grasped. It was a giant lion, more than twice the size of Ghost's dead mother!

Truly like the legendary beast!

Jon saw the figure on the giant lion. Red and gold Chinese clothing, tall and strong, with golden hair as dazzling as the sun fluttering, with a sincere and hearty smile on his face.

That figure looked over at Jon, giving Jon a look with an incomprehensible meaning.

Jon knew that this was the Crown Prince, the future King.

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