It's a good idea, but the question is, how does Clay leave?

Although as a noble, Clay will not suffer the pain of prison, especially under the protection of the Stark family, it also makes it very difficult for him to leave the prison.

The logic here may be complicated or simple, but in the final analysis it is a matter of face.

For example, if Clay is now imprisoned in Casterly Rock, and he kills the jailer, takes out the Lannister guards and escapes back to the North, not only will he not be punished by the laws of the kingdom, but he will be welcomed as a hero.

But unfortunately, Duke Ed is his lord, and Clay is staying in his prison. Once he escapes, it means that he has renounced the northern aristocratic system. This is a very serious matter.

In the northern language environment, this is called trampling on honor and will never be forgiven.

Early the next morning, a frosty Sir Roderick hurried into Clay's cell.

Early in the morning, he heard a report that the jailer had been knocked unconscious. The weather-beaten old knight immediately realized that this was directed at Clay, because except for him, there was no one in the dungeons of Winterfell. value goals.

Along the way, the knight's mind was filled with thoughts. He was afraid that he would really see Clay's murdered body, because that would mean that Lord Ed would completely break up with the queen.

Although he knew that with the stability of his master, it was impossible to fight against the queen when the king was around, but from now on, the wolf and the lion, who originally disliked each other, began to bar their fangs at each other.

As he muttered something in his mouth, Sir Roderick's feet felt windy, and he soon saw the young jailer standing there at a loss with a large bruise on his neck.

"Is Master Clay okay?" Roderick opened his mouth and asked.

The jailer shook his head. The old knight breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the jailer. Roderick entered the prison in a hurry.

Passing through the candlelights one after another, Roderick came to the cell with the best and quietest conditions at the deepest part of the dungeon.

Clay was wearing civilian clothes and was leaning against the wall, holding a copy of "Tales of the Old Gods of the North" borrowed from the Winterfell Library and reading it with gusto.

"Lord Clay, are you injured? Have you seen who the assassin is?"

Roderick finally let go of his hanging heart, but immediately became a little confused. Clay's appearance didn't seem like he had been assassinated at all, and his brows were filled with relief.

"Huh? Sir Roderick, what did you say? Assassin?" A confused look appeared on Clay's face. He closed the book gently and walked to the door. Sir Roderick took it from the jailer who followed him. Key, opened the cell door and walked in.

"Master Clay, this idiot was knocked unconscious last night. Are you... okay?"

Sir Roderick's mind was a little confused. Clay had never seen the assassin, which was completely unexpected.

This is really evil. Someone sneaked into the dungeon and knocked out the jailer. He didn't come to assassinate Clay. So what was he doing? Are you here specifically to beat people up?

Assassin, let's call him that, there must be such a person. Sir Roderick, who has practiced martial arts for many years, could tell at a glance that the wounds on the jailer's neck were definitely not caused by himself.

"Are you sure you didn't see anyone last night?" Roderick was confused and asked again without giving up.

Clay shook his head in confusion and innocence. Roderick couldn't help it. In his subconscious mind, Clay would never lie, and if someone wanted to kill him, why would he lie?

Sir Roderick, who had been walking around for a long time, couldn't figure out a clue from this seemingly strange thing, so he followed the fine tradition of subordinates: find the leader!

When he described the whole thing to Eddard Stark in detail, the middle-aged Lord of the North showed an obvious look of thinking on his expressionless face.

When Sir Roderick finished speaking, Eddard Stark fell into deep thought. After waiting for a long time, Sir Roderick neither stood nor left. He could only bite the bullet and call out: "My lord?"

"?" Duke Ed looked up and reacted immediately. He frowned and ordered:

"Go and bring the boy Clay to me. Remember, dress him well and don't let the queen's people see him."

The confused Sir Roderick took the order and left. Half an hour later, Clay, wearing a Stark coat, once again stood in the hall of Winterfell.

Lord Eddard sent Ser Rodrick away, leaving only the two of them in the huge hall.

His gray eyes looked back and forth on Clay, as if he wanted to get to know him again. After a long time, he asked:

"Clay, was that your first time killing someone?"

When asking this question, Duke Edd looked carefully into Clay's eyes.

Clay nodded without thinking too much.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke."

"What does it feel like?"

"Uh... I didn't think about it that much."

Ed Stark just nodded, seemingly dissatisfied with Clay's answer. He sighed slightly and pointed to the chair beside him.

Clay didn't show any pretense and just sat in.

"As your lord and your elder, I can only tell you that those who use swords lightly will eventually die under the sword. Human life has weight."

Ed Stark stirred the blazing fire, looked at Clay who was thoughtful, suddenly smiled, and said softly:

"I know you are right. Honor cannot be tarnished. This is why you are standing here now."

He stopped Clay from wanting to speak, paused and then said:

"I know that the assassin must exist, but you don't want him to exist, right?"

After taking a look at Clay's expression that suddenly stiffened, Duke Ed stepped forward and patted Clay's somewhat stiff shoulder.

"You don't need to explain. It's good that the assassin didn't threaten you. You did the right thing. Although you don't want to, it is really inappropriate for the Stark family to conflict with the queen now, but you have to understand, kid..."

He looked into Clay's eyes and said word by word:

"Wolves can never be afraid of lions. Courage is the foundation for our northerners' survival."

"I'm very happy that you have more wisdom given to you by the gods than your father. Please use this wisdom to assist Rob in the future."

After saying that, Ed Stark strode out of the hall, leaving Clay still in a daze.

Clay was so surprised. He didn't expect Duke Ed to see through him at a glance. He thought he could trick everyone into thinking they were fools, but he didn't expect his dream to be shattered immediately.

When the old wolf master spoke, the look of wisdom in his eyes impressed him deeply.

This is definitely a smart man, so why did his subsequent performance in King's Landing be so poor?

Clay felt that what was about to happen in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms in the south was far more complicated than he imagined...

The status has been changed. You can invest in it. If you have any ideas about the plot, please leave comments. This is my first time writing. Some of your ideas may help me avoid some poisonous points.

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