Chapter 138 The King Arrives

Cersei clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force. She cursed this damn journey in her heart, and cursed Robert who made her come here.

Jaime rode a white horse, wearing gorgeous golden armor, guarding one side of the wheelhouse. He accidentally saw Cersei's gloomy face through the window, and hurriedly pulled the reins to let the horse under his crotch approach the wheelhouse where Cersei was.

"Cersei," he said in a low voice, trying not to let others hear, "Don't be so unhappy, I'll find you when we set up camp later."

Cersei turned her head, glared at him fiercely, and said, "You said it lightly, this bumpy journey is almost swallowing me up."

Jaime smiled and said, "Be patient, dear sister, and this journey is also a small price for you to kill Jon Arryn. Robert can only continue to eat wild boars and find prostitutes if he finds a new prime minister."

Cersei snorted coldly and said, "Price? You should be thankful. If I hadn't acted quickly, our heads would have been hung on the city wall. I just didn't expect Robert to give the prime minister to the North. I thought the position of prime minister could be given to my father."

Jaime sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "It's not that there is no chance. I don't think Eddard Stark wants to be the prime minister. So many ravens didn't call him to King's Landing. They, the northerners, always like to stay in their own place."

Just then, the little devil came over on a pony.

Cersei's face became even uglier when she saw him. "Hmph, this ugly monster." After saying that, she suddenly pulled the curtains.

Jaime leaned slightly to the car window, "Cersei?"

Cersei did not respond in the car.

The little devil looked at the closed car window, shrugged, and smiled at Jaime: "It seems that our queen is in a very bad mood."

Jaime smiled helplessly, "It's not a good journey."

The little devil raised his eyebrows and said with a little self-mockery: "I don't care. Anyway, I'm not welcome anywhere. It's just right to come to the North to have some fun."

Jaime asked after hearing this: "I heard that you are planning to go to the damn place of the Wall?"

The little devil smiled and said: "Who knows, maybe there is also the famous Mole Village. Of course, I must visit the brothel in the winter town."

After saying that, the little devil turned his horse's head and walked away slowly. Jaime looked at his brother's back and sighed softly.

After another three days of trekking, the king's caravan finally saw the outline of Winterfell at dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun gave this northern castle a warm golden edge, but it could not hide its solemn and majestic momentum.

Winterfell in the distance was like a giant beast rising from the earth, with towering walls and towers standing majestically. The dire wolf flag fluttering on the wall danced in the wind, as if greeting the guests from afar.

As the caravan gradually approached, the sound of horse hooves and wheels became clearer in the silent air.

Robert stood up straight, his eyes fixed on the castle that was about to welcome them, while Cersei still had a gloomy look and had no interest in the scene before him.

The king's caravan entered in a line, and the wheels made a crisp sound on the stone road.

The Duke of Winterfell, the guardian of the North - Ned Stark had already been waiting quietly at the gate of the castle with his family.

Ned was wearing a heavy fur cape, his face was serious and solemn, his eyes were firm and calm.

Standing next to him was his wife Catelyn, who was wearing a dark green dress, elegant and dignified.

The eldest son Robb and his brothers and sisters stood beside their parents. The young eldest son inherited his father's perseverance and his mother's wisdom. He was wearing armor and looked heroic. Sansa was wearing a pink dress, with her hands folded in front of her, a sweet smile on her face, and her heart was full of longing for court life.

Arya was wearing clothes that were easy to move in, her hair was a little messy, her eyes were smart, and she kept looking around, looking a little impatient.

Bran stood behind, his small body wrapped in thick clothes, his eyes were bright and clear, and he stared curiously at the approaching convoy in the distance.

Rickon was held in the arms of his nanny, and he didn't quite understand the importance of the scene in front of him, but just waved his little hands.

Behind them, the guards of Winterfell lined up in an orderly manner, with solemn expressions, ready to welcome the king's arrival. The whole scene was quiet and solemn, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Robert was riding on a horse, and when he saw his old friend whom he had not seen for many years, he dismounted and walked over.

When the Stark family saw the king dismount, they all knelt down. Robert stepped forward and pulled Ned Stark up, lightly tapped his chest, and said with a smile: "You have gained weight, Ned."

Ned Stark bowed and said: "Winterfell obeys your orders, Your Majesty!"

The two smiled at each other and hugged each other.

Then Robert greeted everyone in the Stark family separately, and Cersei also got off the carriage and greeted them politely.

After the queen greeted everyone, Robert said to Eddard impatiently: "Take me to your family's crypt, I want to show my respect."

Cersei on the side had a gloomy face after hearing this, and wanted to say something but held back.

The cold and damp tomb was filled with the smell of decay. Robert and Ned walked slowly forward side by side. The dim candlelight flickered on the stone wall, reflecting their solemn faces.

"Ned, I sincerely hope you can take the position of Prime Minister. I urgently need your help now. There is no one around me who I can trust." Robert said anxiously and sincerely while taking heavy steps. His voice echoed in the empty tomb, with a bit of anxiety and expectation.

Ned frowned, his eyes were a little solemn. He shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Robert, Stark belongs to the North, and the North cannot do without Stark. I have no intention of getting involved in the turmoil in the South." As he said, he took out the letter he had just received from his arms and handed it to Robert, "This is a raven letter sent from the Stepstones to the Seven Kingdoms. The letter said that you sent someone to assassinate Daenerys Targaryen. Robert, is this true?"

Robert took the letter and glanced at it quickly. His face instantly became gloomy and terrifying, and veins on his forehead popped out: "Huh, Yes, this is true, I have to do it! That remnant actually has a dragon, and her fiancé Gavin Bellerys has a full-grown golden dragon and a fleet of the Stepstone Islands, which is a serious threat to the Iron Throne! Look! Now this Gavin Bellerys dares to arrogantly ask me to duel in the letter. Obviously, he has long since stopped taking me, the king, in his eyes! "Robert waved his strong arms angrily, his eyes wide open, his teeth clenched, and roared: "I will smash his ignorant head with my own hands!"