Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 128: force of fate

  Chapter 128 The Power of Destiny

   Arya was put on the horse by the man, but she was still vigilant:

   "Father's friend? But why don't I know you?"

  Samwell looked at the little girl's bright gray eyes and said with a smile, "Your name is Arya Stark, right?"

"Yes, how about you?"

   "My name is Samwell Caesar, Baron of Eagle's Nest."

  Arya had never heard of Caesar's surname, nor did she know where Yingzui Islet was. However, seeing that he was well dressed, spoke and behaved like an aristocrat, and had a kind attitude, she gradually let go of her vigilance.

   "Do you want to take me back?"

   "Yes. Otherwise your father will be worried."

   "But... I will be scolded by him when I go back..."

   "Because you wounded Prince Joffrey, didn't you?"

"Um."

   "Don't be afraid, it's normal for children to fight."

   "He hit me first!" Arya emphasized. "I said I didn't want to fight him, but he wouldn't stop, and then the pup bit him."

   "I believe in you." Samwell followed her words, "Prince Joffrey likes to bully others, and he is also narrow-minded. He catches a word you say and makes a small report."

   "Yes, yes! I just said that I don't like the queen. Is this considered an insult? He actually told the king and queen! It's too much!" Arya exclaimed angrily.

   "No way, the Lannister family has always been proud and sensitive." Samwell said with a smile, "So, I hate them too."

   "Really?" Arya's affection for the Baron of Yingzui Island suddenly increased.

   "Of course it is true. Moreover, I was once robbed of my wife by a Lannister." Samwell pretended to be wronged.

  Establishing a common enemy is the best way to get closer.

"They're so bad!" Arya yelled in unison, and then, the little girl suddenly rolled her eyes and said, "Lord Caesar, why don't you marry my sister, so that she doesn't have to marry that villain Joff inside!"

  Samwell laughed loudly, shook his head and said:

   "Thank you for your approval, but I'm just a little baron, how dare I rob the prince for his wife."

   "Hey." Arya said with a sad face, "Why is such a good person like you not a prince, but that villain Joffrey is?"

  Samwell touched the little girl's head, then asked:

   "Where's your wolf?"

   "I drove Nymeria away...or they'll kill her." Arya's head drooped, her eyes sparkled, and she seemed about to cry again.

  Samwell sighed, unexpectedly, the little wolf still failed to escape the fate of being expelled.

   I just don’t know if the future life trajectory of the “little wolf” in front of me will be the same as in the original book.

   "Nymeria, what a good name." Samwell smiled and praised, and then asked tentatively, "Do all the wolves of your brothers and sisters have names?"

   "That's right. Robb's is Gray Wind, Jon's is White Spirit, Sansa's is Lady, Rickon's is Shaggydog, and Bran..."

  Samwell's eyes flickered slightly: "What's the name of Bran's?"

   "Bran hasn't decided on a name yet..." Arya's mood became more and more depressed, "And he fell from the tower, I don't know if he has woken up now..."

   It really happened.

  Samwell sighed, is the fate of these people really doomed?

   Or is some crow playing tricks?

   "The gods will bless him." Samwell said no more after getting the information he wanted, and walked towards the camp at a faster speed.

  But when Samwell arrived at the camp, he saw that there were no tents here, but fortunately there were people on duty.

  Samwell saw that the opponent was playing the banner of a direwolf, so he went up to meet him.

   "Miss Arya! It's really you!" The northerner hurriedly thanked Samwell, "Lord Caesar, thank you so much! Miss, please leave it to us."

  Samwell hugged Arya, and then asked:

   "Your Majesty, have they left?"

   "Yes, Lord Caesar, Your Majesty has gone to the farmer's castle of the Darry family."

  Samwell nodded, and followed them to Farmer's Fort.

  When the castle appeared in sight, Samwell reminded:

   "I suggest you go back and report to Duke Ed and ask him to come out of the city to pick him up."

  Seeing that the northern soldiers hesitated, Samwell explained again:

   "I saw soldiers from the Lannister family at the gate of the city. If you entered the city so recklessly, what if they detain Miss Arya?"

  The soldiers in the northern border came to their senses at this moment, thanked them quickly, and then sent one person back to report.

   Not long after, Samwell saw a serious middle-aged man riding over on horseback.

  He has a long horse face, brown hair flying in the wind, a little white silk in his neat beard, gray eyes revealing seriousness and staidness, as well as a trace of suppressed anger.

   "Arya!"

   "Father!" Arya was afraid to look into her father's eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  Duke Ed carried his daughter into his arms, but he still didn't curse: "Are you hurt?"

   "No." Arya snuggled into her father's arms, "It's just that I'm so hungry..."

   "I will prepare food for you when I get back."

   Duke Ed turned his head to look at Samwell again, and said, "Baron Caesar, thank you for helping to replace Arya."

   "You're welcome." Sam Weller immediately stepped forward, walking side by side with Duke Ed, and said, "My lord, you have a lovely daughter."

   "It's just too stubborn." Duke Ed said helplessly.

"Children, it's normal to fight and fight." Seeing that Duke Ed was frowning, Samwell suggested, "Actually, considering the relationship between you and His Majesty, this is really just a trivial matter, but it's the best thing to do." Solve it privately, once there are too many people... Your Majesty will not be able to handle it."

   Duke Ed nodded thoughtfully, and then said sincerely: "Thank you for your suggestion!"

   "It's my honor." Samwell smiled slightly, thinking that something could be changed this time.

   A group of people returned to the castle. When they were at the gate of the city, they were stopped by members of the Lannister family.

   "Duke Ed, have you found your daughter?"

   The person speaking was a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes.

He was wearing a set of intricately carved and enamelled white armor, which was as brilliant as the earth after the first snowfall. The white silver threads and clasps glistened in the sunlight. There was a gilded long sword with gorgeous patterns on his waist. A pure white cloak that symbolizes the identity of the White Knight of the Kingsguard hangs on the shoulders.

  Samwell knew that this person was Jaime Lannister, the eldest son of Duke Tywin, guardian of the west, twin brother of Queen Cersei, and one of the Seven Kingsguard.

This person's biggest dream is to become a great and legendary knight like "Dawn Excalibur" Arthur Dayne. Unfortunately, fate tricked people, but James only got the title of "King Slayer" and became a disgrace to the knight .

  During the War of the Reavers, it was this man who killed the monarch he swore to protect—

   "Mad King" Aerys Targaryen.

   "Yes." Duke Ed replied stiffly, and then walked into the castle, obviously not wanting to talk to the Kingslayer.

   "Wait a minute." James stopped in front of Duke Ed, with a signature slutty smile on his lips.

  Ever since he became a "King Slayer", this knight's attitude towards life has become more and more inclined to be bad.

   Maybe only his twin sister Cersei can make him care.

   Duke Ed snorted softly: "What do you want? Kingslayer!"

  James shrugged, pointed at Arya in Duke Ed's arms, and said, "Your daughter hurt my nephew, so am I not qualified to ask?"

   Duke Ed's tone suddenly weakened: "Arya is still a child..."

   "But Joffrey is the prince." James emphasized, "Well, His Majesty is in the castle drawing room now, so let him make this ruling."

   Duke Ed remembered Samwell's reminder just now, hesitantly said:

   "It's just children fighting, don't make it so serious."

   "Master Ed, do you want to protect your daughter?"

   "This has nothing to do with covering up, I just don't think it's necessary to disturb your lords..."

"You just don't dare to face the king and the nobles." James sneered, "It turns out that our King's Hand is such a person. When it comes to his family, he always wants to cover up and get away with it. Is this what the glory of man is like?"

   "Joffrey attacked me first!" Arya couldn't help crying.

   "Shut up!" Duke Ed stopped his daughter, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, "Okay, I'll go with you."

  Samwell secretly shook his head watching from behind.

   Another honest man who was trapped by the word "glory".

  You are the Hand of the King! At this time, it is time to rush in directly, "King Slayer" dare to stop you?

  Looking at Duke Ed who was going to the living room with James, Samwell sighed, disappointed in the king's hand.

  He can already predict the next plot.

   Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the queen fanned the flames, the wicked prince sued the king, and the king was on the verge of riding a tiger. What was originally not a big event would instead become a rehearsal of the battle between lions and wolves.

  Is this the power of fate?

  Perhaps the so-called destiny is actually each person's own choice, and their choices all stem from their unchangeable personalities.

  Like Arya Stark and Prince Joffrey, the characters of these two people are destined to conflict when they are together.

  As for Ed Stark, his character is also doomed that he can't play with a woman like Cersei at all, let alone other conspirator with a higher rank.

  Samwell was suddenly thankful that he didn't expect the Hand of the King to help him in his plan, otherwise, he might be dragged down instead.

   Ed Stark is such an honest person, I am afraid that he is really not suitable for this Game of Thrones.

  However, honest people are quite suitable to be allies, at least you don't have to worry about being betrayed by them.

  So, Samwell felt that if he could pull Duke Ed, he should do his best. The friendship of the Stark family is still very useful, and the few "little wolves" are also people with great potential.