"I need you, Ed!"

In the Winterfell castle, the caucus room with flashing candlelight.

King Robert Baratheon, wearing a burgundy cloak, a black fluffy scarf, and a tall and bloated figure, suddenly stopped and looked at his old friend beside him and said in a deep voice.

"Jon Ellin is dead, I need someone to help me."

"You're really useless to stay here. Come and go to King's Landing Ed..."

"Come to Junlin to help me!"

Robert Baratheon said solemnly to his old friend.

Hearing the king's words.

Ed Stark was silent.

Although I have guessed the real purpose of the king's journey to Winter City for more than two months.

But when an old friend said something to ask for help from him.

He still felt conflicted and entangled.

Of course, he doesn't want to go anywhere according to his original intention.

However, living in this world, many things are not caused by your temperament.

Even if he is the guardian of the North, what about the Duke of Winterfell?

The former Prime Minister Jon Ellin is dead.

Junlin City must be undercurrents at this time.

He had long promised the king to marry his eldest daughter Sansa to Prince Joffrey Baratheon.

Sansa is almost at the age of getting married now.

But what if I follow the king south to Junlin City, what should I do in the north?

Looking at Ed, who looked complicated and wanted to speak but stopped.

Robert Baratheon spoke again: "Mr. Ed Stark, I will appoint you as the "Prince of the Imperial Palace."

The words fell.

Ed Stark had to bow and kneel on one knee again, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid..."

"Rejection is invalid!"

Before Ed Stark finished speaking, Robert Baratheon immediately interrupted, "I won't think about you."

"Damn it, don't kneel down at any time, get up Ed..."

"I want you to manage the country, and I want to eat, drink, play and have fun..."

"You helped conquer the country and won the Iron Throne!"

"Of course, it should be helped to protect me."

"That's it Ed, my son and your daughter are older, it's time to get married."

“We are all people who want to be in-laws…”

Kingdom Robert Baratheon said as he strides deep into the tomb.

Ed Stark sighed in his heart.

Then he followed.

......

Evening in the winter town.

The sky is gloomy.

The north wind is cold.

Fine snowflakes fell from the sky.

Morgan and Jon Snow walked out of the Warm Winter Tavern.

I realized that it was snowing again in the sky.

Drink for an afternoon.

Morgan's alcohol tolerance increased as his strength improved, and it was already out of reach at this time. What would happen if he could drink like this?

But Jon Snow's alcohol tolerance was much worse.

Plus, I feel depressed and irritable.

At this time, his face turned red. Although he was not drunk, it was almost the same.

At this time, a brothel not far from the tavern, which was also the only brothel in the winter town, suddenly heard noise.

The two of them turned around and saw several thin and naked prostitutes pulling a short dwarf, laughing and making fun.

"Hey, that's..."

Jon Snow said with some confusion.

"It should be "Tyrion Lannister."

"The Queen's younger brother..."

Looking at the little figure who was tugging and laughing with the prostitutes.

Morgan recognized that he saw the small dwarf figure flashing in the King's Landing team in the morning.

"That should be."

"I haven't seen any other small man of this height who loves to visit brothels in Winterfell."

Jon Snow nodded.

The queen, dwarf brother, known as the "little demon", is famously lustful.

"Let's go..."

Morgan took his eyes calmly from the little demon and the several prostitutes and spoke.

Although he had a need, he never thought that it would be too dirty when he went to a brothel.

Facing the falling snowflakes.

Morgan and Jon Snow walked straight towards the inner castle gate.

Morgan was impressed by the little demon who was very intelligent.

He must have planned to get to know the little demon.

However, in the situation just now, it was obviously not a suitable occasion.

Anyway, the king's team did not return to King's Landing so quickly, so there were still many opportunities to meet the little demon.

Back to the inner castle.

Morgan soon separated from Jon Snow.

He had to go back to bed after drinking too much.

Morgan was going back to take a shower, change his clothes and then attend the dinner.

After all, it is impolite to attend a banquet with sweat and alcohol, which is also disrespectful to the host of the banquet.

Back to the residence.

After some bath.

Clean and refreshing, wearing a ponytail and delicate burgundy tight outfit, Morgan went out.

This time, because I was going to attend a banquet.

It was rare that he did not go out with his sword, but instead put the elf sword into the dimensional ring.

Anyway, as long as it is something that he thinks is important, he always carries it with him instead of keeping it in his residence.

Even if you live in a safe Winterfell now.

When you walk out of your residence.

It was already dark.

The cold snowflakes in the sky fell quietly.

Morgan came all the way to Winterfell in front of the lobby building that was specially used to entertain guests and hold banquets.

I found that the hall was already brightly lit.

The cheerful musical instrument string accompaniment sounds came from the hall and the noise.

The banquet has obviously begun.

Morgan stepped into the semi-open hall door and saw that the originally spacious hall was already crowded.
To be continued...