I’m Going Both Ways On Game Of Thrones

Eddie looked helplessly at the future where he fantasized about his daughter becoming a queen and his daughter's child becoming a king, and couldn't help but interrupted, "Also, the king and queen, there are children and so on, thinking about those now is just as well. Too early!"

Mrs. Catelyn was interrupted by her husband's beautiful fantasy, and glanced at him slightly dissatisfied.

Maester Luwin nodded and said, "My lord, in fact, what the madam said is very likely! In order to strengthen the connection with the Stark family in the north and ensure the stability of Westeros, His Majesty Robert is likely to ask You propose Prince Joffrey, and Miss Sansa is undoubtedly the most suitable marriage! With the union of Prince Joffrey and Miss Sansa, this is a great celebration for both families thing!"

"Sansa,,, Sansa, she is not "one-five-three" to 13 years old this year,,, thinking of" her well-behaved eldest daughter, in Ed's impression, Sansasha is still the one who once snuggled in her father's arms Little girl, she is so small and so cute.

Thirteen is enough to get engaged first, don't forget, that's when I got engaged!" Caitlin emphasized.

Ed frowned slightly. His wife's words reminded him subconsciously that Caitlin was once engaged to his brother Brandon. If Brandon and his father were both killed by Mad King Aerys, he would not have been. will want her.

Although Caitlin was still a pure c-girl when she got married, the fact that she was once engaged to her brother and almost became her sister-in-law made Ed a little uncomfortable.

Suppressing the unpleasant feeling in his heart that shouldn't exist, Ed tried to struggle again, "I'm from the north, and I've lived in the cold Winterfell since I was a child. If I go to the warm south, I'm afraid I won't be able to adapt at all. --"

Under the watchful eyes of his wife Caitlin and Maester Luwin, Ed hesitated and continued, "My father and brother left the North for the South and died there, and the Stark family has always lived in the cold North. , the warm South really isn't for me."

"The situation is completely different now, Ed, your worries are superfluous!"

Mrs. Catelyn disagreed, but for the first time discovered that her husband was still somewhat superstitious.

She hoped very much in her heart that her husband would be the Prime Minister, and that Sansa would marry Prince Joffrey and become the future queen, so she must let her husband go to King's Landing to assist His Majesty Robert, and even assist His Majesty Joffrey, the son-in-law who is destined to be king in the future. .

"Now sitting on the Iron Throne is your good brother, Your Majesty Robert, and in the future will be your son-in-law, Prince Joffrey, and maybe even your grandson," said Catelyn, her eyes shining brightly. Looking at her husband, "So, for our daughter Sansa, you must also agree to the king's appointment!"

Ed could see the determination in his wife's eyes, so he turned away with a wry smile and looked at the opposite Maester Luwin. As a result, what he got was still support for him to be the prime minister.

After being silent for a while, Ed sighed, "Okay, let's not talk about this topic for now! What we have to do now is to purchase a large amount of food and all other necessary things as soon as possible, and we have to do a good job of receiving the king and bringing him A huge team of hundreds of people came! Just thinking about it, I know that this is not an easy job,,,

After speaking, Ed smiled bitterly and complained in a low voice, "Late, damn, Robert has brought too many people!"

Hearing his complaints, Catelyn and Maester Luwin couldn't help but smile.

Being able to invite His Majesty the King with queens, princes and princesses from thousands of miles to personally invite them is the supreme honor that no one else can ask for, isn't it?

But who would have thought that Lord Ed, who accepted this honor, was worried about entertaining the huge team brought by the king!

Therefore, after learning that the king's team was already on its way to Winterfell, Catelyn and Maester Luwin were busy purchasing grain, vegetables and all kinds of fresh food in large quantities, doing their best in Winterfell, and be sure to entertain the king well Queens and princes and princesses.

Far away in the free city-state of Pantos on the other side of the narrow sea, Governor Illyrio and his servants are standing at the gate of the city of Pantos, welcoming the awesome guest he invited. Khal Drogo, one of the largest and most powerful horse kings in Lhasa.

The Kharaza (tribe) he led had a population of more than 100,000, of which 40,000 Roaring Warriors were elite.0

At this time, Khalazar of Drogo was stationed in the riverside open space more than ten miles away from the city of Pantos, and tens of thousands of cowhide tents stretched endlessly.

Intimidating!

Hahaha,,,

In the distance, a group of Dothraki on horseback came towards the city gate.

He woke up standing at the gate of the city, looking at the Dothraki camp in the distance, Illyrio was so shocked that he was in a daze.

He quickly picked up the shock on his face, showing the most kind and kind smile on his chubby face, raised his head slightly, and squinted at the dozens of Dothraki cavalrymen who were slowly approaching on horseback.

The man walking in the middle and the front of the Dothraki cavalry was Khal Drogo riding on the back of a big black horse with shiny coats.

He has bronze skin, black eyes and hair, a long beard under his jaw, tall and strong.

His hair was braided into long braids so long that the braids went down to his thighs, and small golden bells were tied around the braids, and the bell pins on the braids tinkled as the black horse trotted. .

According to the custom of the Dothraki people, whoever loses in a battle will be cut off by the opponent's long braids, which represent the honor of Dothraki warriors.

It is said that Khal Drogo's tresses were never cut once, meaning he never lost a battle.

Facing this bronze complexion, 0.7's expression was full of majesty and ferocity, like a beast that would devour someone at any time. Illyrio's fat forehead couldn't help but beaded with sweat.

When Khal Drogo came to him on horseback, Illyrio humbly bent half of his body, greeted him with a smile in Dothraki, and welcomed the most powerful horse king in the Dothraki sea of ​​grass. , Khal Drogo, son of the great horse-riding true warrior Balbo, accepts my invitation to come to the banquet with honor! May your khalasar and warriors be invincible and swept across the Dothraki Sea!"

"Yeah." Khal Drogo sat high on the horse, looking down at Illyrio, who was stooping and saluting respectfully. Hearing the other party's welcome words, Drogo just let out a dull snort from his nose, which was a response to the other party. .

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