Morning. Winterfell, schoolyard.

"Choke!"

Joffrey drew his sword, the hilt was decorated with emeralds, the sides of the scabbard were carved with gold thread, and the blade was a pair of light, glittering, "Arya, get out of the way." He pointed his sword at the short swordplay teacher, "I'll play with you, little man." Don't worry, I won't cut off your head. ”

Swordsmanship teacher Silio smiled and stroked his mustache, "Are you sure?" ”

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of. The corner of Joffrey's right mouth turned up, and he did not hide his contempt for the little swordsmanship teacher, although Joffrey was only thirteen years old, he was tall, blonde and white-skinned, very handsome, and a head taller than the swordsmanship teacher.

At the strict request of his father, Joffrey began to practice swordsmanship at the age of six in the training of the guards, and after seven years, the high-skilled guards were no match for him, except for the new captain of the guard, Sandor Clegane, who was arranged for him by his mother, he thought that he was no longer afraid of anyone in swordsmanship.

He knew that his swordsmanship was already very powerful, and it was difficult to have an opponent.

"Good!" said Silio, with a cynical smile on his face, leaning to the side, the training sword in his hand pointed at Joffrey's face.

The sword in Joffrey's hand slashed diagonally, trying to cut off his opponent's training wooden sword.

Who knew that Celio's sword was just a false move, and after drawing out Joffrey's sword, the wooden sword in his hand was like a fluttering butterfly, instantly striking Joffrey's wrist, elbow, and knee.

Joffrey shouted oops, the sword in his hand was out of his hand, his wrists, elbows and knees were like hammers, and he fell to his knees involuntarily on one leg. The handsome face was distorted, the left hand tightly covered the right wrist, the face was pale, and the sweat on the forehead was raining.

He raised his head, his beautiful eyes were full of resentment, but it was a pity that he lost the shadow of the swordsmanship teacher in front of him: "Hound dog, kill him." Joffrey shouted hoarsely, exerting all his strength.

Arya, who was watching the game, clapped her hands and laughed happily.

Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Jon Snow, and Theon Greyjoy, who were also practicing martial arts in the arena, all smiled.

Coach Roderick Kesso was expressionless.

The voice of the little swordsmanship teacher sounded from behind Joffrey, who had already turned behind him, and said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness, you have lost. ”

"Choke!"

Sandor Clegane, the hound, who had not said a word since he came to the arena, drew his sword.

The little swordsmanship teacher Silio jumped to the side, backhanded the training sword behind his back, and said, "What? ”

"Hound dog, kill him. I order you to kill him!" Joffrey's entire face was distorted.

The hound strode forward and slashed with his sword to cut Silio in two.

Celestio was short and slipped under the hound's elbow. The hound turned and slashed, and with a bang, a broad sword grid blocked the hound's long sword.

"Sandor, do you still have the honor of a knight?" Roderick Caesor's sword in his hand rested on the hound's whirling slash.

The two wrestled, the sword against the sword, the leg against the leg, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Joffrey was already on his feet, his expression was so painful that he thought his wrists, elbows, and kneecaps were shattered—but he wasn't. - Arya savored the pain of this knock every day, but she wouldn't say anything.

"Dogs, kill them, kill them all. With a wave of Joffrey's left hand, he included Arya, Robb, Bran, Jon, Theon, Sir Roderick, and the sword teacher, "Kill them all, kill them all." ”

"Yo, who upset my nephew. A playful voice sounded, and the little demon Tyrion walked briskly over to Joffrey, raised his hand and gave Joffrey a resounding slap in the face, "Who are you going to kill? ”

Joffrey looked at his uncle, who was half shorter than himself, in disbelief, and there was fear in his resentful and mean eyes just now, he could have kicked Tyrion over with one kick, but he only dared to reach out and cover half of his beaten face, and then looked at everyone on the scene with sad and indignant eyes, and turned his head sharply and left.

"Hound dog, your master is gone, don't hurry up and keep up. Tyrion said.

The Hound and Ser Roderick pushed each other at the same time, and the Hound sheathed his sword and glared at Tyrion hatefully, who whistled at him in response. He looked back at the swordsmanship teacher again, and the little man bowed slightly, with an elegant demeanor, and smiled at him.

Boom!

There was a loud bang in the large drawing room of the main castle, and something heavy was smashed on the ground, followed by a series of broken porcelain, followed by King Robert's roar: "Seven Hells, do you Lannisters make me king? Oh, I see, the Kingkiller has long lost the honor of a knight, and he only dares to stab his sword into the Mad King's body from behind. He's got out, maybe he'll do the same to me one day!"

The hall was lined with courtiers and knights on both sides of the wall, no one dared to speak, and everyone trembled.

"LannisterLannister, I've had enough of Lannister, squires, servants, guards, even the women who go to bed and stay with me, all of them are helling Lannisters. Which one of the people around me isn't the Lannisters?, it's just what I want, he'll get out of here, get out of the way, and you, stinky woman. ”

The king looked at Queen Cersei, tore Jaime's note to shreds, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few more times: "Wine, I want wine, pour wine for your king." ”

A young man in a red cloak bowed his head and immediately poured wine for Robert.

Robert drank it dry and scolded, "Look, you all see, I'm going to drink a glass of wine, it's all Lannisters pouring it, why are there so many Lannisters? Why don't Lannisters die? I hate Lannisters." ”

Queen Cersei looked at her toes with a blank expression.

Eddard Stark and Caitlin both looked down at the gray carpet in front of them.

"Seven Hells, are you all dumb? just a Lannister, what's the point, he's going to guard the kingdom as a man in black, we've got to have a toast to his great devotion, come, Ned, a toast, and then you're going to have to give me one of them." ”

"Winterfell is at your disposal, Your Majesty. Eddard Stark said respectfully.

"Look, haha, this is my good brother, Ed, now that my Seven Iron Guards of the Royal Forest are missing, you have to find one for me, haha, who called you the lord here, the most loyal, the most martial arts, the most virtuous, and the most handsome knight in your north, find me one, immediately, immediately!"

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the climate in the south is not suitable for the knights of the north. Cersei said coldly. She looked up, her eyes looking directly at Robert.

"Look, look, the Lannisters are teaching me again?Ned, call one of your knights out and show this woman, the knights of the North are not in vain, haha!"

A knight stepped out of the crowd, walked to the middle of the hall, and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, Lord Eddard, the Northern Oath Knight Haihua is willing not to fief, not to marry a wife, not to have children, not to be subject to all the blessings of the world, but to protect the king, to be brave and loyal, and to never break his oath throughout his life." ”

"I disagree. Queen Cersei said coldly again, "Unless he can beat Sandor Clegane." ”

House Clegane are vassals loyal to the Lannisters for generations.

Robert laughed: "Cersei, your first half of the sentence is the crime of rebellion, I am the king, I can do whatever I want, so I don't need your consent at all to use whoever I want." But the second half of your sentence is a little interesting, call your Sando over, what about people?"

"Dog!" Joffrey, who had returned to the living room, whispered in the ear of the hound, Sandor, "if you don't kill Haihua, I'll kill you, go, kill him." ”

Sandor Klegane's face was expressionless, as if he had not heard the threat of his little master. He walked out and walked to the middle of the living room, next to Haihua, kneeling on one knee, the right half of his face described as haggard, and the left half of his face was a mess. The whole ear is ablated, and only one hole remains. His eyes were not blind, but he was surrounded by large, twisted scars, his dark skin was as hard as leather, and the burnt part of his chin was faintly boneless.

He had a large hooked nose on his ugly face, and his hair was dark and thin. He wore his hair long, combing it from right to left, covering the entire left side of his head—because the left side of the scalp was scarred and unsightly, and there was not a single hair.

"Sandor, Knight Haihua, let me see your swordsmanship. King Robert said with a smile, and the glass in his hand was empty again, "Whoever the hell wins, I'll have a drink with him." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Hound and the Knight of Haihua stood up together, stepped away from each other, and with a choking sound, both drew their swords at the same time.