Theon is just the hostage of the Stark family. Even though he and Sansa are brothers, he feels he is not qualified to speak on this difficult issue.

Saying the wrong thing would be counterproductive, so he chose to remain silent.

Drogo knocked on the desk and said meaningfully: "I said you can represent the entire Northern Territory, and you can. I can already foresee that a queen will be born in the Northern Territory."

"Queen!"

Sansa was shocked because even though her father's legitimate son was no longer alive, her illegitimate brother Jon Snow was more qualified to become the King of the North than she was.

Besides, in the history of the North, no woman has ever held power.

"Yes, Queen."

Drogo said with a deep look. He was impatient and his tone increased.

"Now, I'll give you five seconds to consider, surrender to me, or die!"

"I......"

Sansa couldn't believe that such a choice would actually appear to her.

Her hesitation frightened Theon, and he pulled Sansa to his knees without thinking.

"Khal Drogo, we surrender to you and swear our eternal allegiance to you."

Sansa looked at Theon in disbelief, but Theon's look made her give in.

"Khal Drogo, Sansa Stark of House Stark surrenders to you. I swear by the old gods that I will always be loyal to you."

She had other small thoughts in her words, because she did not think she could inherit the throne of the North, so this oath could not represent the entire North.

"very good."

Drogo stood up, walked to them, stretched out his hand to help them up.

"In that case, you can leave now. Remember, you can do whatever you want with Ramsay Bolton."

Theon wondered: "Khal Drogo, you handed Ramsay Bolton over to us. Don't you want to use him to threaten Roose Bolton who is coming?"

Drogo gave him an appreciative look.

"No need, my real enemy is not Roose Bolton, so I don't bother to use small peels to restrict big peels."

Being able to take revenge with his own hands, Xion couldn't hide his inner joy at all.

"In this case, we will resign."

"Well, Sansa Stark, Littlefinger who currently occupies the valley is not trustworthy, but he can be a great help to you. Remember, once you encounter an irreversible crisis, then I suggest you go to him.

.”

After Drogo finished his instructions, he returned to the high chair.

"Littlefinger..."

That sinister guy made Sansa sick. It was Littlefinger who tricked her into the Dreadfort, where she was tortured inhumanly by Ramsay Bolton.

After walking out of the audience room without any danger and arriving at a deserted corner, Sansa couldn't help but pat Yue Hung and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, he didn't realize that I was lying to him. The best candidate for King of the North will only be Jon."

Theon whispered in disapproval: "No, you are wrong. Drogo thinks you are more qualified to inherit the North than Jon."

Sansa never thought that she would get involved with the King in the North, because she had always considered herself a lady.

"Why?"

Theon thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he saw your desire."

"eager?"

"Yeah, enough of the powerless longing."

Theon will never forget that he was encouraged by Sansa and told him not to be a coward.

After processing the letters in his hand, Drogo put on his military uniform, carried Dawn on his back, picked up the dragon bone bow and walked out of the audience room.

The important people have already rushed to Storm's End, and the remaining soldiers will all leave Summerhall today.

And it's time for Drogo to leave.

However, he did not rush to Summer Hall immediately. His destination was Dragonstone Island, which is close to the crater.

What needed to be ordered had already been given, and there was nothing left to explain. He called Snowball and set out on a journey to accumulate strength for the Lightbringer.

He didn't take the main road, he chose the wilderness path.

The road is overgrown, rocky and bumpy, making it difficult to walk on a good day. After the heavy rain last night, not to mention it is muddy.

But Drogo was not picky, and it was faster for him to take the uninhabited wild road.

After all, the coalition forces of Westeros have infiltrated into the Stormlands.

After an afternoon of driving, Drogo rode a blood-stained white lion to the ruins of an ancient fortress.

There is a dense forest at the bottom of the slope, surrounded by white mist.

The sun sank beneath a dark cloud in the west, gorse and ferns covered the slopes, and within the walls the weeds grew to chest height.

It was almost night, and he was going to rest here for the night before setting out again tomorrow.

Just as he was about to set up a fire to drive away the poisonous blood mosquitoes, he heard the slow sound of horse hooves.

Maybe they were bandits, but Drogo was fearless, but he wanted to see the situation before talking.

Because it's hard to find people in this wilderness, bandits generally don't look for food in these places.

Drogo stirred up the pile of firewood with his hands, softly called Snowball, and one man and one beast quietly hid behind a broken wall.

Snowball's target was too big. Drogo wondered if they had been discovered long ago?

So he took down the Dawn vigilantly and prepared for battle.

Drogo looked closely, but saw nothing but pines and gray-green sentinel trees, and between them gorse, ferns, thistles, sedges, and blackberry bushes.

The foot of the mountain is covered with slender elms, oak trees and vines.

Except for the sound of approaching horse hooves, he didn't find any bandits. That didn't mean there was no danger. Bandits always hid and attacked decent people.

Perhaps due to the terrain, the sound of horse hooves stopped just where Drogo was preparing to settle.

Drogo looked through the crack in the wall and saw two men in black robes leading horses and looking around.

One of them wiped the sweat on his forehead with his thumb and said uneasily: "This is an abandoned city. It is undoubtedly a suitable place for bandits who want to get something for nothing. We must be careful."

The other nodded.

"Well, we should be more careful."

In Drogo's view, those two people were not ordinary refugees, but knights from a certain family.

Because their armor and weapons are very new, it shows that they are two guys with some ability.

Possibly living in the wild often, the two of them picked up the firewood that Drogo scattered just now, piled it up again, and lit it.

But as soon as the fire was lit, one of them put it out with his foot.

The younger guy asked in confusion: "Lyman, why did you put out the fire?"

The knight named Lyman said cautiously: "Shh, do you hear any noises near here?"

Hearing the man's words, Drogo also became alert.

Indeed, as the man said, there was a faint sound of music somewhere in this deserted city.

The two men led their horses through the rocks, gorse and wind-swept trees, followed the music, and arrived at a large courtyard.

Fallen leaves were piled high in the yard, expressing the devastation of the place.

A man in patched, faded green clothes sits cross-legged on a weathered grave, playing a wooden harp.

The music was soft and sad, as if there were dead souls dancing around, which made people shudder.

The two of them threw down the reins, pulled out the sharp swords hanging from their waists, and slowly leaned towards the man in green.

Seeing this, the man playing the harp picked up the wooden harp and jumped down. He was small, with a sharp face and a very cunning look, but his mouth smiled so brightly that it almost touched his ears.

A few sparse brown hair hung down his forehead, and he swept it away with the hand that was not holding the piano: "I didn't expect to see the warden of the Dreadfort's animal house and Sir Lyman Frey in this barren mountain."
Chapter completed!