Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

The next day, when Ned told the children the news, Sansa's smiling face suddenly burst into tears when she heard that she could not follow the couple to the legendary King's Landing.

The North was bitterly cold, and there were few singers all year round, and there were no circuses or clowns. She was like a Cinderella living in a simple village, longing for the sweet air of King's Landing.

She ran out crying, and her little wolf lady ran out with her.

"Dear girl, what made you so sad?"

When she was crawling on the steps of the city wall and crying wildly, a young voice came from behind.

She quickly turned her head and saw a man wearing black plate armor, white lining and golden cloak standing behind her, looking at her with interest.

Sansa blushed. This was the most handsome man she had ever seen, besides Prince Jaehaerys. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and was tall and outstanding. He looked like the Prince of Dragon Frey, Prince Aemon the Dragon Rider, and Sir Florian the Fool that the singers sang about, and now he was in reality.

"Sorry, Sir..." Sansa lifted her skirt and leaned forward. She thought her face must be covered with tears, her hair was messy, and even her skirt was a little dirty because she sat on the ground. It was really embarrassing!

She hurriedly wanted to walk down the stairs, but the man blocked her way with one step. She couldn't stop in time and bumped into the man's arms.

A warm big hand held her slender waist. The temperature of the hand was like a branding iron, which spread from her waist to her heart. Sansa quickly put her hand against the man's chest...

She raised her head lightly, frowned slightly, her big blue eyes were like a pool of autumn water, and her crystal clear lips were like honey...

The man's face moved slightly closer, and her heart began to beat violently. Would he kiss me?

She was a little panicked, but she felt her whole body was soft, and her arm against the man's chest had no strength at all.

Jaehaerys looked at Sansa in his arms, who was looking at him shyly. Before experiencing a series of tragic events, Sansa was loved by everyone and was a cute little thing.

For a moment, he really wanted to kiss her like this. After all, he was wearing Sir Prior's vest, not Prince Jaehaerys of Dragonstone.

To win the heart of a girl, it was a basic operation for a bohemian mercenary...

But feeling her little buds, forget it, it's still too small... Not even Daenerys can compare!

"Beautiful lady," he said in a magnetic voice, taking out a handkerchief with body temperature from his bosom and gently wiping the tears and dirt on the girl's face, "What can I do for you?"

"Thank you...Sir!" Sansa pushed herself away from his arms with a red face. Perhaps his chivalry won her trust, or perhaps she really needed a channel to vent her emotions, and she couldn't help but confide her father's actions to this strange man.

"Oh? So, Lord Ned doesn't plan to take you and your sister to King's Landing?" Jaehaerys raised his eyebrows.

Why did Ned publicly admit that he was a treasoner under the Great Sept of Baelor? Isn't it because of his love for the children? He regards his family as more important than honor.

If there were no worries about Sansa and Arya, he would rather die than admit that he was a treasoner.

Jehaerys actually admired Ned. He was honest, reliable, fair and selfless, and valued honor. Moreover, when his sister-in-law and mother-in-law were killed by the Mountain and Jaime Lannister killed the king, it was this man who demanded severe punishment. Not to mention that in order to protect his sister and Rhaegar's son, he would rather bear the stain of having an illegitimate child on his reputation...

So, even if Eddard Stark had betrayed the Targaryen family, Jaehaerys could not hate him at all.

He sighed slightly in his heart, it was a pity that such a person could not be used by himself after all.

"Why don't you ask the Queen for her opinion?" Jaehaerys finally made up his mind and took the initiative to push the three idiots into the fire pit.

Sansa's eyes lit up when she heard the news. She had already learned about her engagement with Prince Joffrey. As the future mother-in-law, Queen Cersei's say in this matter was also very important. As long as she agreed...

She hurriedly thanked the knight and then rushed to the queen's residence.

"Jaime, are you crazy? Must you do it at this time?" Cersei finally avoided the guards and secretly came to the top of the ruined tower. Jaime had been waiting for a long time.

"I really can't help it. All this time..." Jaime hugged Cersei and put his hand in despite her objection...

Just as the two were immersed in joy, Cersei opened her eyes and suddenly saw a child's head appear at the window!

"Ah!" She screamed and quickly turned her back, and this scream also scared Bran.

He couldn't imagine that the noble Queen was actually studying orthopedics with her brother! His worldview collapsed!

So much so that he didn't hold the edge of the window firmly and almost fell down. Fortunately, he fainted in the Godswood for no reason a few days ago. After waking up, he found that he had a lot of climbing skills in his mind.

It was dangerous, and he stood firmly on the bulge under the windowsill.

"Child! Come up quickly!" Jaime stretched out his right hand, and there was a trace of sweat between his golden hair. A silk underwear was casually draped over his upper body, revealing thick golden hair!

"No! Ser!" Bran was no longer so panicked after he steadied his pace. He climbed quickly from the cracks in the rocks and was about to disappear from Jaime's sight.

"Jaime, what should we do now?" Cersei panicked, "Robert will definitely kill both of us if he finds out!"

Jaime's eyes flashed coldly, and he picked up the dagger from the ground as he looked at Bran who was leaving quickly!

"What are you doing?" Cersei asked, holding him. "You are really crazy, we are still in Winterfell! Do you want Lord Ned to hang us all?"

"What should we do then?"

Cersei had no idea for a while. If she were in King's Landing, she would have countless ways and many people would be willing to serve her, but among the people accompanying her, there were only a few who could truly be called her own people.

Suddenly, a handsome face appeared in her mind.

"What do you think of Ser Prior?" Cersei thought for a while and asked.

"He's a dangerous guy!" James said honestly, "Are you going to let him?"

"That's right! He's not one of us, he joined halfway, and Robert personally invited him to join the gold cloaks... Mercenaries like money, who can offer a higher price than us?"

"But what if he fails?" "Even if he fails, can others trust a mercenary?"