Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"What would my father do if he were here?" Robb thought as he looked at the people in the hall talking about different things.

Xion's words were like swords, and it was obvious that he was very hostile to this guy from the north. The people watching were all servants in the castle. They coaxed and responded to Xion and asked Cole to be tried.

This boy of his own age has a strong aura and remains extremely calm despite being criticized by everyone. He occasionally retorts but seems extremely feeble.

In the swaying candlelight, everyone seemed to be flushed and angry, and the whole hall was filled with yells, boos, and even jeers.

Little Bran, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by the noise, and Ado was coming here carrying him on his back.

"What happened?" Bran Stark asked his brother.

Robb forced a smile, as if he was doing something very relaxed, "Bran, it's just a small thing."

In fact, he was already a little tired of this kind of life. The lord was much more tired than he thought.

Bran glanced around the hall in confusion. This didn't seem like a small matter.

"Master Bran, come sit here with me." The gentle Maester Luwin called to Bran.

At this time, the hall was full of people, and Sheen stood up impassionedly, "Kole, the abuser, there is no one to testify for you now. It was Horn who touched your things. If you can't produce evidence, you will face murder, fraud, The charge of theft."

Cole's chest was rising and falling with anger. After all, he could not "battle with the scholars" like Wu Hou. Seeing the charges being detained one by one, his defense was like a lonely boat in the sea, looking weak and weak.

"Isn't it Stark who calls the shots in Winterfell? Who are you? What right do you have to accuse me?" He turned around and bowed slightly to Robb. "If Lord Stark really thinks that I am guilty, then just Now that I can ask the gods to testify, I apply for trial by combat."

He straightened up, looked around with eyes as cold as ice, and said, "If you think I'm guilty, feel free to try to see if this sword is sharp."

The knights all showed anger, this man had such a strong voice.

After the seven cooks heard about the trial by combat, they were overflowing with fear. They looked at their own Lord Stark with pleading eyes. It was okay to let them cook, drink and bully the newcomers, but the trial by combat was simply asking for death.

Xion narrowed his eyes and curved his mouth, "You sound very loud. In that case, let me practice your sword."

"Stark, I can fight in their place," he looked at Robb and jumped into the hall. He said sarcastically: "Didn't you ask me who I am? Remember, the person who takes your life is the future master of the Iron Islands, Theon Greyjoy."

Cole looked at the future 'Reek', Lord of the Iron Islands, and thought it was too early to tell.

Maester Luwin put his head next to Robb's ear and whispered something.

"Theon, that's enough." Robb's voice echoed throughout the hall.

Xion flashed displeasure, but he still turned around with a smile and said, "As you command, my lord."

"This is just a farce and it should end. Cole, I acquit you, but you have to pay the price for your atrocities. You will leave Winterfell tonight. You are no longer welcome here." Robb's voice was like Valyria is as hard as steel, and no one dares to question it.

All eyes turned to this arrogant guy. He stood with a sword in his hand, nodded, turned around and walked out of the hall.

When he passed by a short fat man, he raised his sword slightly, and the sword just hit the guy in the face.

Gage staggered back two steps, wanting to curse angrily, but due to the situation he could only hold back, and then glared at Cole, but could only watch the figure sway away.

"He looks so pathetic." Bran suddenly muttered.

"He is only responsible for his own mistakes, child." Maester Luwin taught from one side, "Everyone is responsible for his own actions."

"But he is Jon's friend." Bran really wanted to meet his illegitimate brother. He felt that Jon's friend should be his friend.

Robb thought for a moment, friend? Who was wrong? He felt that the farcical trial looked anything but honorable.

Cole was holding his sword and wearing the tattered clothes of a cook. When he walked to the door, the door latch was pulled high and the sound of the iron chain was just like the first time he walked into this castle, when he was a guest. , at this moment he is more like a deporter, a deporter in the true sense.

After walking out of the gate, he couldn't help but stop and look back. He saw the towers, the city walls and the towering main castle. Ravens were flying in the air, chirping incoherently, and the shadows were cast down, accompanied by the cold wind.

He was so confident when he took his first step into the North. He was the darling of the Night Watch, a lucky traveler, with natural powers and the ability to slow down time.

He thought that he could follow the Young Wolf Lord to conquer the north and south and achieve unparalleled achievements. He thought he could start his fantastic legendary life from here.

Reality is as cold as the snowflakes in the north. Look, it's starting to snow, and soon the whole North will be covered in silver. At that time, Bidong Town will be lively, a grand harvest feast will be held in Winterfell, and the nobles of the North will gather together to drink and have fun. , singing and dancing.

Although the northern border is large, there is no place where Cole can stand.

The road to the kingdom is broad, but full of confusion, whether to go north or south.

At this moment, he finally recognized his position. He was just an orphan without any honor. He was lucky to grow up on the Great Wall. He was not the king of someone or the son of someone. He was an ordinary person under the starry sky of Westeros, and he should have worked hard on a piece of land until he died.

Are you convinced?

Why should you be convinced?

Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers brave enough?

He looked at the wolf flag hanging in the snowy wind with a firm gaze. Snowflakes dripped on his cheeks and evaporated into mist. At this moment, he was like a walking flame, and his shadow stretched out in the moonlight.

The farce ended, and the crowd dispersed with a chattering, discussing what had just happened.

Robb returned to his room. The cold wind blew in from the window, blowing the curtains wildly. He walked up to close the window, and then he realized that it was snowing. Snow was too sparse and common for the North. It didn't even cause a ripple for him. As long as he went north, snow would fill large tracts of fields like it was free.

But Winterfell hadn't seen snow in many years. It hadn't snowed since he was born, right? At least he had no memory of playing in the snow in Winterfell. He couldn't help but think of his father's words, "Winter is coming."

Dongdongdong~

Someone knocked on the door, and Robb called him in. It was the captain of the guard, Haris Moran.

Moran said hurriedly after entering the door: "Master, Theon Greyjoy left Winterfell on horseback."

Robb turned around suddenly, "What did you say!?"