The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Winterfell.

Outside the South Gate, next to the town of Bidong, is the straight King’s Road.

North of the main road leads directly to the Great Wall.

South of the main road leads directly to King's Landing.

Her Majesty's Palace walked in the front, turning south from the intersection of Bidong Town. The huge palace is like a moving fortress. Because it is too big, the gates of Winterfell City cannot pass. During the time of Winterfell City, the palace of Her Majesty the Queen had to be placed outside Winterfell City.

King Robert rode a tall horse and walked beside the queen's palace, followed by a large number of courtiers.

Except at night, King Robert waited impatiently in the palace. He didn't want to see the bitter face of His Majesty the Queen, and the eyes that looked at everything with deep contempt.

The north-south fork of King's Road in the town.

Ed Stark looked at the three men in front of him with mixed feelings.

For a King of the North who is not willing to leave the North, many of his thoughts can only be digested in his heart.

"Jon, have you figured it out clearly?" Ed Stark said in a deep voice.

"Father, I think clearly, I want to become the best ranger in the night watch like my uncle." Jon Snow looked firm. He has a different appearance from his brother Robb Stark next to him. In contrast, Jon Snow looks more mature. Introverted and condensed made a mark on Jon's body, while nobility and elegance belonged to Robb Stark, who was slightly slender.

Ed Stark sighed. He understood that Jon didn't understand what it meant to be a night watchman. The child's heart is now full of childish honors, but he does not know what honors are?

Regardless of whether it is the children of nobles or ordinary people, there is no longer an initiative to ask to join the night watchmen in the Seven Kingdoms. However, as the Lord of the North, all generations of the Stark family must join the Night Watch Legion. This is a tradition, an honor, and the determination of the King of the North to guard the North.

Ed Stark’s expression is as hard as frozen rock as usual: "Jon, every generation of the Stark family must have children to be night watchmen. This is an honor and a tradition, so I promise you."

Jon Snow's dark gray eyes, which did not easily show their emotions, had a moment of brilliance, and then dimmed, returning to their usual concentration.

Although the Stark family must have the tradition and honor of having children to be the night watchman in all generations, he is not Stark.

"Father, I think... I want to know who my mother is. Although this may embarrass the gods, I have the right to know who my mother is... I think even if the gods despise me, they cannot deprive me. My intention." Jon finally said the words he had prepared and practiced for a long time. Father goes to King's Landing, he goes to the Great Wall, if he doesn't ask, this worry will become a heart disease. In fact, this has been a heart disease that has plagued Jon for a long time, making him always tossing and turning in the cold of the night, and it is difficult to sleep.

The child's eager and stubborn eyes made people see the great courage he had plucked up, but Ed Stark saw more of the child's fragility and self-pity underneath this courage.

The identity of the illegitimate child made the fourteen-year-old child bear too many extra things.

"Jon, when I come back from Junlin City, I will tell you everything about your mother. This is my promise to you and a promise to the gods. Do you agree?"

Jon Snow’s expression is also the same as that of his father Ed Stark, like the frozen ground of the North. His appearance is very similar to Ed Stark. This mask that conceals his inner feelings is also the same as that of his father Ed. Stark is exactly the same, no one can see what he thinks in his heart now: "I wish you a safe return, father."

Ed Stark nodded and looked at Robb Stark next to Jon Snow: "You think you must go to the Great Wall? Go to see Will Cao?"

"Yes, father."

"Well, you are now the lord of Winterfell, do whatever you want, I believe you will do better than me."

Robb Stark was full of heat. This was the first time his father praised him positively. The first time he met him, he finally affirmed his talents personally. This made him ecstatic, but he had to hide his excitement because Father would not want to see his true feelings revealed. In this regard, his younger brother Jon did a better job than him: "I will work hard to learn how to manage the Northern Territory and handle disputes between vassals carefully, hoping not to disappoint you, father. "Robo's words still have a strange excitement, and he can't conceal all his excitement. Damn, he scolded himself secretly, why can't I behave calmly and calmly like Jon.

Ed Stark looked at the man in black and black robe next to Robb Stark. This man had no beard, black hair, crocheted nose, knife-shaped face, long hands and long body, very shaved. Being thin makes him look like a black bar knife: "Ban Yang, safe journey."

"You too."

Bunyan Stark is Ed’s own brother, the chief ranger of the Black Army, and all the brothers of the Black Ranger are his men.

The two brothers have deep emotions, but the words they separate are so simple, simpler than strangers.

A few words ended the conversation between them.

Ed Stark turned his horse's head, pinched his legs, and chased King Robert. Behind him, the guards headed by Jory Kelso immediately followed closely.

Fifty northern warriors made thunderous hoofs, sharp armor, spears and swords, and ice wolf banners hunting and hunting, and they ran out of a thousand horses on the wide King's Road.

"Let's go." Bunyan Stark said.

A few hundred meters ahead, the Winterfell City new guard with Harris as the captain is waiting for their young master Robb Stark by the side of the road. Harris still had a bandage on his right arm.

***

Ed Stark saw the tail of the king's team, and saw Arya and Silio who were practicing swordsmanship with their swordsmanship teacher at the back of the team.

I heard Arya’s voice angrily sounded from afar: "You cheated. You just asked me to look at the left and the left, but attacked my right."

"Oh, my lord Arya is silly again. Don’t listen with your ears, but see with your eyes. I have reminded you many times. The eyes are actually not eyes, they are called hearts. , You can discover the secret of swordsmanship, soul, soul, soul, do you have a soul? My little Arya fool? Hahaha, oh oh oh, I have traveled all over the countries and cities, and I have never seen you so stupid Swordsmanship student! Stupid stupid! Stupid stupid!" The swordsmanship teacher laughed.

Snapped!

A loud clash of wooden swords.

The sword in Arya's hand was suddenly shot by the swordsman who was laughing, throwing the sword into the air, throwing it high, and falling far into the grass.

"The sword is your hand, and the hand is your sword, Arya, your hand was cut off by me. You have to be punished. You are disqualified to ride a horse. Go and run to follow."

"You knocked down my sword when I wasn't paying attention, you didn't even call to start, you are so mean." Arya spit, but Silio smirked and flung away.

"I am willing to bet and lose, pick up the sword, run to follow."

Ed Stark couldn't help but shook his head, with a rare smile on his face. This daughter of his hates Silio, but she just wants him to teach.

Ed Stark slowed down his horse and walked up slowly, seeing Arya obediently running into the grass to pick up the training sword, and then obediently following Silio's horse.

"Aaliyah, would you like to ride with me?" Ed asked. His heart was full of paternal love for this daughter, and when he saw Arya, he saw his sister Leanna.

"I'm willing to bet and lose." Arya yelled to her father as she ran, "I will win one day, father, don't worry."

Standing on the side of the road with a gloomy face, Yiqi stared at the grinning Silio, pressing the hilt of his sword. He was the hunting dog Sandor Krigan.