The wooden door of the study was closed, and Robb walked out of the room, leaving Ed with a solemn expression and no idea what he was thinking.
"Mother!"
As soon as he walked out, he saw Caitlin standing silently on the left side of the door, holding a dinner plate for supper.
"Robb, you can do whatever you want. There are some things that you don't need to report to your father. He's a bit stubborn."
Catelyn looked at her tall and handsome son, with a smile on her face. She stepped forward to Robb's side and said softly,
"Of course, the premise is that what you do will not harm our family."
"That's for sure, I just want to protect you!"
"I believe you, then I'm going to deliver supper to your stubborn father."
"Okay, mother."
Watching Catelyn enter the study, Robb's depression eased somewhat, at least someone would understand him.
My father Ed was indeed an outstanding military strategist and a good lord who was upright and trustworthy, but he was definitely not a competent politician.
In the past, the Stark family lived in a corner and could live such a simple life, but now King Robert and his party are about to arrive at Winterfell and want to involve the Stark family in the power struggle in Westeros.
Time is running out, so...
"Lord Robb!"
Robb was thinking about some plans and came to the guard room unknowingly. Several fully armed Winterfell soldiers quickly stood up and saluted.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let me take a look at that female savage."
"Yes, I'll open the door for you!"
Entering the guard room where prisoners are held, the female wildling Osha is shackled and kneeling on the ground.
She looked up at Robb feebly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have said everything I know."
"Well, I believe you. I'm here to make a deal with you."
"What deal?"
"Be my brother's maid and protect him at all times. After three years, I will make you a free citizen of the North."
When Osha heard this, her eyes widened in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I will take your brother hostage? Or hurt him?"
"hehe."
Robb chuckled lightly and replied, "You are different from other wildlings, you are very smart! But smart people are afraid of death.
Be my brother's servant and you will be fed and clothed, and you will be free in three years.
How could you be stupid enough to hurt him and then be eaten by my direwolf! Are you right?"
"Hehe, what a terrifying threat.
By the way, why are you so tolerant of a savage like me? Don’t you southerners kill any savage you see?”
As Osha was talking, she suddenly stood up, approached Robb and said in an ambiguous tone,
"Could it be that you, like that pretty boy, want me to serve you well..."
The pretty guy should be Xion! He’s the only guy who’s even interested in female barbarians!
Robb complained in his heart, but he took a step back and said: "Ms. Osha, the smell on your body is a bit indescribable now. I will ask the servant to take you to bathe and change clothes later."
Hearing this, Osha's seductive expression froze and she stood awkwardly.
Yes, this Osha is the loyal female wildling who has been accompanying Brandon and Rickon.
This group of savages was supposed to be wiped out in the Bolton family territory, but the three of them had a chance to escape into the wolf forest. After wandering in the wolf forest for a few months to survive, they met Brandon who was riding a horse for the first time after recovering from his injury, and then they were captured.
It can be seen that the ripples caused by Robb's butterfly flapping its wings have begun to affect the surrounding areas, and then will gradually spread to Westeros until it affects the entire world.
…
Robb's experience of conquering the wildlings was spread word of mouth by the civilians and passing merchants in the north, making his name as the Young Wolf Lord spread throughout the north. At the same time, his personal bodyguards were also called Wolf Guards because they were equally brave and good at fighting.
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The further south the rumors spread, the more mysterious they became. In some places, Bloodwind was described as a very bloodthirsty direwolf, and Robb was described as more animalistic than human, and he liked to eat raw meat every time.
At the intersection of King's Avenue, River Avenue and Valley Avenue, there is a very famous Crossroads Inn.
Since this place is a must-pass for travelers, the business of this hotel is booming all year round.
Today we welcomed a large group of distinguished guests here.
James, who has blond hair and an unusually handsome face, wearing the mighty armor of the Kingsguard and riding on a tall horse, arrived at the gate of the Crossroads Inn.
"Go and clear the hotel, we are going to stay here today."
James looked down at the hotel valet at the gate condescendingly and said.
"Tell me, sir, there are other nobles in the hotel. I don't dare to clear them out!"
When the hotel valet heard this, he replied with a troubled expression.
"Um?"
James raised his brows, and his majestic aura instantly frightened the hotel manservant, who felt that he would draw his sword and kill him in the next second.
"Kingslayer, what? Do you want to kill him?"
Robert, a tall and fat man with thick black hair and beard, strolled up on horseback and called Jaime the nickname he hated so much.
"No, Your Majesty. I will go in and clear the hotel for you now."
James secretly gritted his teeth and dismounted without looking back.
"No, I like drinking with commoners the most. Only you Lannisters, this group of rich sissies, can clear out the inn."
Robert spoke freely and said whatever he wanted. As soon as he raised his legs, the servant next to him quickly brought a dismounting stool so that he could easily dismount.
Watching Robert enter the Crossroads Inn first, Jaime's eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Don't think too much, let's go in, James!"
Stepping out of the carriage, the elegant and elegant blond queen said softly as she walked past James.
Jaime nodded and accompanied her in, and then Prince Joffrey frowned in disgust and entered with his younger brothers, sisters, hounds and others.
"Really? So many interesting things have happened in the north recently? Hahaha, I just came from the south and I don't know about it at all!"
As soon as Joffrey walked into the inn, he saw his father sitting around a group of people dressed as knights, talking and laughing loudly.
"Yes! I heard that the bloodthirsty direwolf of the Young Wolf Lord eats savages alive every meal, so he is very wild and likes to hunt savages the most."
Listening to their lively conversation, the drinking buddies at the next table also loudly talked about the rumors they had heard.
"Haha, Young Wolf Lord? Are you talking about Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell?"
Listening to the long-lost anecdotes about the brothers' family, Robert continued to chat with interest.
"No, no, it's Lord Eddard's eldest son, Robb Stark."
"Eh? It's his son? My dear, did you hear that? It would be great if our useless son could be as promising as Lord Ed's son!"
When Robert heard this, he was a little surprised at first, then turned to Cersei and shouted loudly.
"Yes, sir, your words really speak to my heart."
"Hey, let alone Lord Robb, as long as my son can enter the Wolf Guard, I will be happy to the sky."
Listening to the echoes of the people around her, Cersei forced a smile on her face and walked directly towards the room on the second floor of the hotel without speaking.
Prince Joffrey, on the other hand, had a distorted face and was burning with anger. His right hand clenched the sword at his waist, and he had the urge to pull it out and kill someone.
"Haha, I'll treat you to drinks today. Come and tell me what a wolf guard is."
"Thank you, sir!"
"What a generous and heroic noble man!"
"Wolf Guard! That's it..."
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In the city of Horwood, Ramsay led the hunting dog alone, walking in the civilian area in the dark alleys full of the smell of feces and urine.
Arriving in front of a dilapidated house with red clothes hanging on it, Ramsay looked around and saw no one, then opened the door and walked inside.
I saw a man in a hooded cloak sitting quietly in the room, waiting.
With a bright smile on his face, Ramsay bent down and saluted: "Dear Lord Young Wolf, your loyal hunting dog sends you its regards.