Although it was just after noon, King's Landing was dark.

A storm swept in, enveloping everything in the world. From time to time, dark red lightning streaked across the sky, leaving a shocking arc of lightning on the window panes, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

The location of the Red Keep seemed to be right in the center of the storm, and the continuous lightning and violent thunder seemed to wipe out the majestic castle that symbolized the core of power of the Seven Kingdoms from the world.

"Miss Sansa, don't be afraid, it's just an ordinary thunderstorm." The maid who served her bath so comforted.

I don't know if the bath water was too hot, or the maid scrubbed too hard, or Sansa's skin was too delicate, and she was flushed with a faint flush all over her body at the moment.

"I'm not afraid." Sansa quibbled, "It's just...... I think this storm is coming too strangely. It was still sunny just now. ”

"The weather in Blackwater Bay can sometimes change." The maid wiped Sansa clean, and then combed her red hair into soft little curls and put them on her shoulders, "Please pick a perfume." ”

Sansa looked at the silver plate that the maid brought to her, and there were more than a dozen delicately shaped glass bottles on the plate, and she couldn't help but feel a trance in her heart—

It had been a long time since she had enjoyed such a noble lady treatment.

"That's it." Sansa picks a bottle of sweet, intense perfume mixed with a hint of lemon.

"Yes, miss." The maid poured the perfume between her fingers and touched it behind Sansa's ear, on her chin, and on the side of Ru.

This is followed by dressing.

Sansa herself put on her silk underwear, and saw the maid bring a palace dress made of ivory satin and silver thread.

It was an adult's dress, not a little girl's, she was sure.

The corset's V-shaped opening, almost to her lower abdomen, was adorned with intricate millet lace, and her waist was so thin that Sansa had to hold her breath to get the maid to tie her belt.

The new shoes are light gray deerskin, which wraps around the foot, soft and comfortable.

"You're so beautiful." The maid couldn't help but praise.

"Really?" Sansa giggles and spun with joy, her skirt fluttering like a flower.

"Yes. You will be mesmerized by the young men of King's Landing! ”

Does Caesar be included? Sansa didn't know why she had the idea.

Because he's the savior of House Stark. She quickly gave herself a reason.

It's a pity that he has already taken a wife.

Sansa's delicate face is flushed, making it even more charming.

"Wow! How do you dress like a mother! Sister Arya suddenly slammed in through the door and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"You care about me!" Sansa straightened her chest, glanced at her sister's gray waistcoat, and wondered, "They didn't have any new clothes for you?" ”

"I don't wear the clothes the Lannisters give, they stink."

"We're going to meet His Majesty the Storm King later, so we'll have to dress decently!"

"Sam won't mind." Arya looks like I know him well.

"This is the etiquette of a lady!" Sansa reprimanded, "And don't call your majesty that to your face!" ”

"I'm not a lady." Arya grinned.

Sansa had no choice but to give up on her cheeky sister.

The two sisters left the room together, and at this time, the wind and rain were fierce outside, and lightning crawled all over the dark sky, as if the end had come, which was extremely terrifying.

Sansa cautiously crept into the hallway, but was still annoyed by the rain that soaked her skirt.

Arya didn't care too much, but began to worry about the situation outside the city:

"Now Sam is going to be drenched in the city. Tsk, don't the gods welcome him to King's Landing? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Sansa glared at her sister. If she could, she really wished Arya could be silent, it would be so cute.

"I think it's the opposite." A soft, greasy voice sounded from the front.

"Lord Varys." Sansa lifted the hem of her skirt and curtsied.

Arya grinned and asked, "What is the opposite?" ”

Varys smiled:

"As to whether the gods welcome His Majesty Caesar to King's Landing. I think this storm is a ritual for the gods to welcome him, after all, he is the Storm King. ”

"You make so much sense." Sansa hurriedly replied.

"Let's go, two beautiful young ladies, and we'll wait in the throne room. His Majesty Caesar and your lords should be here soon. ”

"Okay."

When the three of them came to the throne hall, they saw that there were already many nobles gathered here, but they were basically noblewomen, and the lords and knights should have gone outside the city to surrender to Caesar.

The leader is, of course, the Queen Mother Cersei Lannister, but her face is not very good at this time, her already fair skin has now become as white as a corpse soaked in water, and she is wearing a crimson velvet dress with gold stripes, but it is difficult to hide the atmosphere of decadence and decay.

The archbishop with the crystal crown stood beside Cersei, whispering something that was sweating profusely in such a cold weather.

The rest of the ladies were also talking, their faces not as ugly as Cersei's, but their eyes were also glinting with worry.

Sansa took in the expressions of the crowd, and her heart was filled with a sense of vengeance.

The only pity is that we can't kill the traitors who betrayed House Stark.

Seeing the two sisters walk in, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Sir Willis Mandalay's wife, Lady Ria, was the first to greet Sansa and kiss the sisters on the cheek.

Then the nobles of the northern realm also stepped forward.

Sansa forced herself to smile until the Countess de Balballet of Arazuka approached, when she finally couldn't control her emotions and asked:

"Why did you betray the Starks in the first place?"

Madame Balballet stopped, looked at Sansa for a moment, and said indifferently:

"Betrayal doesn't need a reason, loyalty does. If you have the chance, you can ask Eddard Stark if he really didn't give the Northerners a reason to betray? ”

"The gods will not spare the betrayal!" Arya shouted.

"But His Majesty Caesar will pardon us." Madame Balballet said no more and turned away.

Just when the atmosphere in the hall became a little stiff, a low horn suddenly sounded.

Even the sound of thunder could not completely hide it, and everyone froze, shocked by the meaning of this horn.

"What's wrong?" Arya wondered.

Sansa also sensed the change in the atmosphere, and quickly turned her head to look at Varys with an inquiring gaze.

Seeing that the intelligence director frowned at this time, he was a little incredulous, but in the face of the eyes of the two sisters, he still opened his mouth to explain:

"It's a battle cry."

(End of chapter)