As the sun sets, hundreds of bonfires rise on the banks of the Trident River.

The skinned cattle and sheep were slowly turning on the barbecue grill, the fat was overflowing, and the aroma was fragrant. The servants quickly cut the roasted meat and put it on the plate, smeared it with spices and salt water, and paired it with some vegetable salad and cream.

, and finally served to the dining table of noble gentlemen.

"Sam, you scared me to death before!"

Natalie Dane carefully whispered into Samwell's ear. The little girl was wearing a sleeveless and collarless suspender dress today, revealing her flawless white shoulders and a pair of well-proportioned arms. Her long soft hair was pulled into a simple

The bun on the head is particularly cute.

"What scares you to death?" Samwell cut the steak for the little girl and said with a smile, "The conversation between me and the king?"

"Yes." Natalie rolled her eyes and looked around for a while. Seeing that everyone was listening to the bard singing, she lowered her voice and said, "How dare you talk to the king like that? Aren't you worried that he will be angry?"

"Then is he angry?"

"Uh...it doesn't seem like that."

"That's okay." Samwell shrugged, "Everyone's temper is different. Like our king, he seems to be irritable, but as long as you get into his eyes, you will find that he is actually very tolerant.

,easy-going."

"Oh..." Natalie seemed to understand, tilted her little head, and asked, "Then how can I win the king's attention?"

"Your Majesty..." Samwell shook his wine glass and was thinking about his words when he suddenly heard a noise.

But while everyone was immersed in the singing, Samwell narrowed his eyes and stared at the "bard".

"Do you know what is the most interesting thing just now?" Margaery gossiped with a smile. "The person who accused Arya of saying bad things about the queen, besides Prince Joffrey, was actually her biological sister, Sansa Smith.

Tucker.”

"Then you are indeed very courageous. You actually dare to provoke His Majesty like that."

Several jugglers jumped between the bonfires and performed various difficult and dangerous moves, causing everyone to scream and applaud.

When the last melody of this ballad slowly faded away, warm applause and cheers followed.

Samwell saw Queen Cersei standing up with her skirt in hand, her face seemed to be wearing a white mask of snow. She seemed to say something to the king, and then left the table.

"Bell..." Samwell curled his lips, "This is a good name, especially for a bard."

During this period, Samwell noticed that Prince Joffrey secretly left his seat. It seemed that after being scolded by his father, he was no longer in the mood to stay here.

But the swords of the Dornishmen are made of black iron,

Their kisses are terrifying..."

Samwell noticed that Arya Stark ran out despite her father's call, and she seemed quite unconvinced.

"Yes, sir, I am a native of the North."

Only then did Samwell know that it was Prince Joffrey who was complaining to his mother just now, saying that during the day, Duke Eddard's second daughter, Arya Stark, said she hated the queen, and then the queen angrily questioned Arya Stark.

Duke De, that’s what happened just now.

"People always yearn for things they can't get. I've seen a lot of wind and snow in my life, so I've always longed for Dorne, with its red mountains and hot deserts."

"How could it be?" Samwell shrugged, "Today is the first time I see His Majesty."

Next up was a gray-haired man wearing a red and black cloak. He seemed to be a bard, playing the harp and humming softly:

"The Dornish wives are as beautiful as the sun,

Her kisses are warmer than spring;

Now that the plot has changed, will Robert be moved when he sees this rose from Highgarden?

Despite this unpleasant episode, the banquet soon became cheerful again.

"Because I believe that Your Majesty is not that kind of narrow-minded person."

As sharp and cold as a leech..."

"Sir," the bard once again regained his composure, at least on the surface, "Do you think I look like a savage from the north of the Great Wall?"

"I think you should be from further north."

"It makes some sense. However, I don't think you are from the North."

He suddenly remembered that Duke Renly was secretly planning to give Margaery to Robert. Could it be that he came to greet him this time to arrange a meeting between the two?

Although in the original book, Lord Renly's plan did not succeed, that was also when Robert had never met Margaery.

Seeing this, Samwell also stood up and left the table, walking to the man's side.

For a moment, Samwell seemed to feel the severe cold from the far north.

"What just happened?" Natalie asked curiously.

The northern boundary is further north, beyond the Great Wall of Despair.

But it soon disappeared in the humid heat of the south.

A tone as sweet as a peach;

"What are you talking about?" Before Samwell could answer, he saw Margaery Tyrell walking over.

The Dornish swords have their own song,

However, when he looked at Prince Joffrey with a livid face and a distorted expression, he suddenly felt like laughing.

Robert snorted again before letting his son go, waving to everyone and saying, "Keep on, keep on drinking! Keep on eating!"

"Sir, my name is Bell." The bard stood up and said respectfully.

Samwell shrugged and said that he didn't know either and he had never seen this episode.

The bard's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"Sir, I am far worse than Mr. Bell." The bard obviously knew who Samwell was talking about. "That Bell wrote the songs that will be passed down forever, but I can only cover the songs written by others. What's more,

, I don’t have the guts to kidnap a noble lady.”

“…the Dornish wives sing in their baths,

"That's enough!" King Robert's loud voice quickly overwhelmed all other voices, "Cersei, she is just a little girl, why do you have to argue with her!"

The bard bowed in thanks, then retreated outside the venue, squatting in an uninhabited corner and enjoying barbecue and honey wine.

This "Highgarden Rose" is also dressed very coolly. The skirt of the tulle silk dress only reaches the middle of her thighs, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. Her delicate feet like snow jade are stepping on a pair of unique sandals, making her look comfortable and carefree.

lazy.

This is a middle-aged man who is not too tall. He has an ordinary face and is difficult to recognize in a crowd. He has a knobby chin covered with a short beard. His complexion is yellowish, and his small eyes are almost narrowed into narrow slits.

It's as if he doesn't want people to see his heart clearly through this "window".

"We are talking about our respected King." Samwell looked at the delicate rose in front of him, his eyes twinkling slightly.

Samwell knew that this man was probably not a bard!

"...Brother, brother, my end is coming,

"It seems that Lady Sansa really loves her fiancé." Samwell said meaningfully. He wanted to tease the Rose of Highgarden next to him who wanted to be the queen, but he thought that Natalie was also there.

, so he didn’t say much.

The banquet became noisy again.

The Dornish took my life,

"Speaking of the king, Sam, you seem to know him very well." Margaery sat down on the bench next to Samwell, her eyes full of inquiry.

Joffrey was so scolded that he was dejected and dared not speak.

Samwell leaned into his ear and whispered:

"Am I right? Your Majesty, King Beyond the Wall, Mance Rayder."

Samwell wasn't too surprised, because it really seemed like something that silly girl would do.

Then the voice of Lord Eddard, Hand of the King, came, but it was a bit far away and Samwell couldn't hear it clearly. He could only vaguely hear a few words like "Arya" and "Apology".

The man's voice was mellow, with a slightly rough and unique charm, and he performed the song "The Dornish Wife" so movingly that it even made people think that he himself had slept with a Dornish wife and then died.

In a duel with her husband.

really.

"Then what kind of person do you think His Majesty is?" Margery asked thoughtfully while sipping the wine.

Margaery was also curious about this, so she got up and returned to the main table. After inquiring about it, she ran over to tell Samwell and Natalie.

"Then where do you think I am from?" the bard said calmly.

"I like your songs very much." Samwell smiled, "What's your name?"

It seems like it's just an illusion.

"Really?" Samwell smiled meaningfully, "A northerner sings the songs of the Dornish people in the southernmost part of the continent."

Legend has it that a bard with the same name once visited Winterfell. Dissatisfied with the Duke of the North's contempt for him, he eloped with the Duke's daughter, leaving only a winter snow rose and a legend.
To be continued...