The setting sun dyes the sky of King's Landing golden yellow.

Sansa Stark rested her hands on the ornately carved balustrade, gazing at the fading light.

"What is the Son of the Seven Gods?" Arya's voice rang out.

She rarely wore a pale green satin dress today, although she was not as expensive as her sister, but she was a little more smart and cute.

"It's the son of the Seven Gods." Sansa said.

"Isn't Sam the son of Earl Randolph Tully? And how could a god give birth to a mortal? ”

Sansa glared back at her sister:

"First of all, you must not call Your Majesty by name! Moreover, do you think His Majesty is really mortal? ”

Speaking of this, Sansa couldn't help but think of the scene when she saw the golden-haired and golden-eyed king riding a white dragon over King's Landing.

All those who see this scene will have an urge to bow and worship from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were seeing the true God.

What's more, there is also the archbishop in front of the Great Sanctuary of Baylor, in front of the Great Chapel of Baylor, in front of everyone's attention, personally acknowledging that His Majesty Caesar is the son of the seven gods.

It is the gods who have arranged to descend to the world and lead mortals against the coming winter and evil heroes.

Therefore, it is normal that the fanaticism for His Majesty Caesar is now pervading King's Landing.

Even northerners, like the Starks, who did not believe in the Seven Gods and believed in the Old Gods, were full of reverence and love for the king.

Well, except maybe Arya.

"I still prefer the old Sam." Arya said, "The current king, what other son of the seven gods is too difficult to approach. You have to wait in a long line to see each other......"

Seeing a white knight approaching, Arya also knew to keep her mouth shut.

"Two young ladies, you can see Your Majesty."

"Yes, thank you very much, Sir Loras." Sansa graciously thanked her.

Loras gave a polite smile and led the way.

Sansa followed with her sister, her eyes lingering on the white knight in front of her for a long time.

The "Hundred Flowers Knight" of the year seems to be a completely different person now.

The armor once painted with roses and flowers is now as white as snow, and the handsome and beautiful face has been covered with wind and frost.

And his eyes......

Sansa still remembers the enthusiasm and praise in the eyes of the "Knight of the Hundred Flowers" when he gave a rose to herself at the King's Landing tournament four years ago, but now, there is only indifference in these brown eyes.

Time has changed a lot of things.

It's the same with her.

I remember that when she first came to the king, she herself used to be so innocent, intoxicated by the magnificent and gorgeous court and endless silk and satin, martial arts competitions, harvest banquets, and masquerade balls...... And the dream of becoming a queen.

Now that she woke up, she realized how naïve she was at the beginning.

Life is not a ballad, and one day you will be disappointed.

Sansa remembered that this was what Mistress Petyr had told her, and it seemed that it was.

After all she had been through, she suddenly missed Winterfell, a place she had once seen as eerie and boring.

King's Landing is indeed gorgeous, but it has no temperature.

No matter how cold and snowy Winterfell is, it's her home.

As their thoughts raced, they had followed Ser Loras into the throne room.

Instead of sitting on the Iron Throne, the king stood in front of the open glass window, watching the brilliant sunset in the west.

"Your Majesty, Miss Sansa and Miss Arya of the Stark family are here."

"Okay." Samwell turned around and nodded at Loras, motioning for the other to stand down.

Sansa was secretly relieved to see that the king had regained his brown-haired and black-eyed appearance, and hurriedly saluted.

Arya didn't call the king by name, and bowed honestly.

"Don't be so restrained." Samwell smiled gently, "We're old friends too. ”

When Arya heard this, she immediately reverted to her old ways:

"Your Majesty, are you really the son of the Seven Gods?"

"Arya!" Sansa glared at her sister, and quickly apologized to the king, "I'm sorry Your Majesty, my sister is not sensible......"

"It's fine." Samwell waved his hand, looking unconcerned, "That's right. Arya, in fact, we are all children of the gods, even the lowest mortals have a hidden divinity in their bodies, but they don't know how to dig into it. ”

Arya nodded as if she didn't understand, and said:

"Winterfell's old granny once said that when we northerners die, we will become part of the fish beams and wood, and become the eyes of the gods to observe the world."

Samwell looked thoughtful when he heard this, but soon, he regained his attention and asked:

"You came to me, is there anything wrong?"

"That's right, Your Majesty, as we prepare to return to Winterfell, so we have come to bid you farewell. It's also to say thank you. If it weren't for you, my sister and I, and even the Stark family would have been unsafe. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, thank you for everything." "Of course, it would be better if you could get our father and brother back from the Great Wall!" ”

Samwell smiled and shook his head:

"As a king, I can give freedom to your father and brother, but I am afraid I will not be able to give them glory. If they break their oath and leave the Wall, the Northerners will no longer love them as much as they once did. So, you might as well ask them if they want to come back. ”

The two sisters fell silent.

As people from the North, they naturally understand the solemnity of the Night's Watch oath better than the nobles of the South, and they also know that with their father's personality, they will never be willing to return against the oath.

I heard that even the notorious "monarchicides" of the Lannisters were unwilling to break their oaths.

"Okay, don't be too upset." Samwell smiled and comforted, "The cold wind in the north is about to blow, not only your father and brother, but also me will take the nobles and warriors of the Seven Kingdoms to the Great Wall of Desperation. ”

"Beyond the Great Wall, there will also be the same monsters that attacked King's Landing before, right?" Arya asked.

"Yes." Samwell nodded, his face solemn, "But it's even more terrifying than the one that appeared in King's Landing." ”

His gaze looked north, as if he could see north of the Great Wall through the thick walls and distant distances.

"They will be the most terrible challenge facing humanity, and we must give it our all." Samwell looked at the two little girls and said, "In addition, when you go back this time, you must also prepare Winterfell, maybe one day the war is unfavorable, I am afraid that you will need to lead the people of the North to move south." ”

Sansa's mouth opened wide when she heard this:

"Are those monsters going to break through the Great Wall?"

"It's not impossible." A golden glint flashed in Samwell's eyes, "And even if the monsters don't break through the Great Wall, a famine will inevitably break out in the North when winter comes." Instead of starving and freezing to death for these people, it is better to organize them to go south. I can place them properly. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sansa nodded heavily, "I'll go back and talk to my mother about organizing some people to move south." ”

"That's good." Samwell said, "When are you going to go?" ”

"I'll leave tomorrow." Sansa said, "The people who came to pick us up from Winterfell have arrived in King's Landing, so pack up tonight and leave tomorrow." ”

"What a coincidence." Samwell said, "I'm going north tomorrow to meet an old friend beyond the Wall." ”

Arya's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Your Majesty, will you ride a dragon to the north?" ”

"Yes." Samwell nodded.

"Can you take us with you?" Arya asked, expectantly, "I've never ridden a dragon before." ”

Sansa's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she obviously wanted to ride the white dragon as well, but she said politely:

"Arya, don't be so rude. Your Majesty is going this time for something important......"

"It doesn't hurt to take you with me." Samwell laughed, "Remember to wear more clothes tomorrow, it's cold up there." ”

"We Starks are never afraid of the cold!" Arya cheered excitedly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Sansa politely thanked her, but the joy in her eyes couldn't hide it.

(End of chapter)