Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Although it was just after noon, King's Landing City was completely dark at this time.

The storm swept over, covering everything in this world. Dark red lightning across the sky from time to time left shocking arc traces on the window glass, followed by deafening thunder.

The location of the Red Castle seemed to be at the center of the storm, and the continuous lightning and violent thunder seemed to wipe out this majestic castle that symbolized the power core of the Seven Kingdoms from the world at any time.

"Miss Sansa, don't be afraid, this is just an ordinary thunderstorm." The maid who served her in the bath comforted her.

I don't know if the bath water is too hot, or the maid scrubs too hard, or Sansa's skin is too delicate. At this moment, she has a faint blush all over her body.

"I'm not afraid." Sansa argued, "I just... think this storm is too strange. It was sunny just now."

"The weather in Blackwater Bay sometimes changes." The maid helped Sansa clean her body, and then combed her maroon hair into soft curls and put it on her shoulders. "Please choose a perfume."

Sansa looked at the silver plate brought in front of her by the maid, on which were placed more than a dozen kinds of exquisitely shaped glass bottles, and felt dazed for a while——

It had been a long time since she had enjoyed such treatment as a noble lady.

"Just this bottle." Sansa chose a bottle of sweet, tangy perfume, mixed with a hint of lemon.

"Okay, miss." The maid poured the perfume between her fingers, and lightly touched Sansa's ears, chin, and side of her cheeks.

Then comes the attire.

Sansa put on her silk underclothes herself, and the handmaiden brought up a court dress of ivory satin and silver thread.

It was a dress for a grown man, not a girl's dress, she was sure.

The V-shaped opening of the bodice, which exposed almost to the lower abdomen, was decorated with intricate Myrish lace, and the waist was so thin that Sansa had to hold her breath so that the handmaiden could help her tighten the belt.

The new shoes were light gray buckskin, soft and comfortable to wrap around the feet.

"You are so beautiful." The maid couldn't help but praised.

"Really?" Sansa giggled and twirled happily, her skirt fluttering like flowers in full bloom.

"Yes. You will captivate the young men of King's Landing!"

Does that include Caesar? Sansa didn't know why the idea had suddenly occurred to her.

Because he is the savior of the Stark family. She quickly found a reason for herself.

Too bad he's already married.

A blush appeared on Sansa's delicate and pretty face, making her even more charming.

"Wow! How do you dress like your mother!" My younger sister Arya suddenly ran in from the door and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"You don't care!" Sansa puffed her chest out, glanced at her younger sister's gray vest, and asked doubtfully, "Did they prepare new clothes for you?"

"I don't wear clothes from the Lannisters, it stinks."

"We are going to meet His Majesty the Storm King later, so we must dress decently!"

"Sam won't mind." Arya looked like I knew him well.

"This is the etiquette that a lady should have!" Sansa reprimanded, "Also, don't call your majesty that way in person!"

"I'm not a lady." Arya said with a smile.

Sansa had no choice but to give up on her cheeky sister.

The two sisters left the room together. At this time, the wind and rain were raging outside, and lightning bolts climbed across the dark sky, as if the end was coming, which was extremely terrifying.

Sansa cautiously walked sideways in the corridor, but the skirt was still wet by the raindrops that drifted in, which made her very annoyed.

Arya didn't care much, but began to worry about the situation outside the city:

"Now Sam will be drenched when he enters the city. Tsk tsk, don't the gods welcome him to King's Landing?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Sansa glared at her sister. If she could, she really wished Arya could keep silent, it would be a lot cuter.

"I think it's quite the opposite." A soft and greasy voice sounded from the front.

"Lord Varys." Sansa lifted her skirt and bowed.

Arya asked carelessly, "The opposite of what?"

Varys smiled and said:

"About whether the gods welcome Caesar to come to the throne. I think this storm is a ceremony for the gods to welcome him. After all, he is the Storm King."

"What you said is too reasonable." Sansa responded quickly.

"Let's go, two beautiful ladies, let's go to the throne room and wait. His Majesty Caesar and all the adults should be arriving soon."

"good."

When the three of them came to the throne room, they saw that many nobles had gathered here, but most of them were ladies. The lords and knights should have gone outside the city to surrender to Caesar.

The leader is of course the Queen Mother Cersei Lannister, but her complexion is not very good at this time, her fair skin has now become as pale as a soaked corpse, and she is wearing a crimson velvet with golden stripes Dress, but it is also difficult to conceal the decadent atmosphere.

The archbishop wearing a crystal crown was standing beside Cersei, whispering something. In such a cold weather, he was actually sweating profusely.

The rest of the ladies were also discussing, although their faces were not as ugly as Cersei's, but there was worry in their eyes.

Sansa had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and her heart was filled with a kind of revengeful pleasure.

The only pity is that the traitors who betrayed the Stark family cannot be killed.

Seeing the two sisters walk in, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Lady Ria, wife of Sir Willis Manderly, was the first to greet Sansa and kiss both sisters on the cheek.

Then the northern nobles also stepped forward.

Sansa forced herself to keep smiling until the Countess Ballerina from Barrowton came over. She finally couldn't control her emotions and asked:

"Why did you betray the Stark family?"

Madame Ballet stopped, looked at Sansa for a moment, and said calmly:

"Betrayal doesn't need a reason, loyalty does. If you have a chance, you can ask Ed Stark yourself if he really didn't give the northerners a reason to betray?"

"The gods will not spare the traitor!" Arya cried.

"But His Majesty Caesar will forgive us." Mrs. Ballerina turned and left without further words.

Just when the atmosphere in the hall became a little stiff, the low-pitched horn sounded suddenly.

Even bursts of thunder could not completely cover it up. Everyone froze, shocked by the meaning of the horn.

"What's wrong?" Arya asked suspiciously.

Sansa also noticed the change in the atmosphere, and quickly turned her head to look at Varys with a questioning look.

Seeing that the chief of intelligence was frowning at this time, he couldn't believe it, but facing the eyes of the two sisters, he still opened his mouth to explain:

"This is the call to arms."