Chapter 4 In King's Landing
The Myr carpet, known for its gorgeousness and extreme luxury, was now stepped on by Attis. The fireplace in the Prime Minister's Tower bedroom was burning brightly, and the firelight reflected on the wall like dancing. Attis stared at the fireplace. The fireworks inside are very fascinating.
And his father, Jon Arryn, paced impatiently in the long corridor outside the house. The depth of the corridor led to the small tower used as a toilet, and his stepmother, Lysa Tully, was crying with her The younger brother stayed inside.
"Lysa, are you okay?", the father asked outside, and the only response was the baby's cry and Lady Lysa's sharp scolding, "Be patient, Jon!"
Attis didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw this. His father just shook his head and returned to the bedroom, sitting on a soft chair and sighing.
Seeing his father trying his best to keep calm and maintain the majesty of the prime minister, Attis was really afraid that he would be exhausted.
After a while, Lesa walked into the bedroom with her child in her arms. Her brother's pale little face had a pair of big eyes. His eyes slid around, looking around. After a while, he noticed the presence of Attis, a stranger, and looked at him curiously. to him.
Attis winked at him, stood up and saluted Mrs. Lysa, "Madam, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so beautiful.".
Lysa looked older, her body became more bloated and flabby, and her pale face was covered with powder. Of course, her long reddish-brown hair was still soft, like a red waterfall gushing down, and she was still beautiful.
Lysa squeezed her face into a big smile, "Attis, look at your brother.".
"Can I hug him?", Attis asked.
Lesa was obviously taken aback, her reaction was slightly slow, "Of course.".
The little guy left his mother's arms, swayed with limbs, and was about to cry with tears in his eyes. However, he found that there was something in his mouth. His big eyes looked at Attis again, and he bit hard, and Attis's finger was stuck. Since there are no teeth in his mouth, there is no pain.
Attis forced a smile at Lysa, "My brother obviously prefers his mother.".
Lysa proudly took the child and held it in her arms.
The father enjoyed this scene. He held the wine glass and grinned. He swayed the soft chair as a rocking chair. The warmth of the fireplace was just in time. The Ayling family had been separated for several years and finally reunited in the Prime Minister's Tower.
"I'm going to name him Robert, after King Robert." The father took a sip of wine and said to Attis and Lysa.
"Oh, my good Robin (Robin Robert Arryn's nickname), may the mighty King Robert give him courage and strength." Lysa kissed Robert deeply on the forehead.
When the sky was getting late, the servants in the Prime Minister's Tower simply prepared a table for dinner in the bedroom. His father finally got away from the heavy government affairs, looked relaxed, and had a simple meal with his family happily.
Attis rested very late. He never felt at ease in the Prime Minister's Tower, especially after the oil lamp in the room was turned off. In the darkness, he always felt that there were a pair of eyes watching him in the thick wall, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.
Not to mention Robin's crying from time to time in the middle of the night and Lysa's singing trying to lull him to sleep, which kept his extremely sharp five senses tense and sensitive.
When he woke up, it was still slightly bright.
When he walked to the battlements of the Prime Minister's Tower, he found that his father was leaving the Prime Minister's Tower under the escort of his personal guards, and his thin back disappeared into the car.
Attis did not expect that the King's Hand would be so busy with work and that his time would be so scarce.
Attis picked up the steel sword and walked out of the Prime Minister's Tower. He wanted to see the school grounds of the Red Keep before visiting King Robert who returned late from hunting as usual.
The end of the Red Fort near the narrow sea is very close to the city wall outside the fort. Its school ground is located on a large round platform on this side. In addition to being used as a school ground, soldier drills are often conducted here.
The sound of fighting and scuffles guided Attis. In the distance, the banner of Baratheon's crowned stag was fluttering in the wind. Outside the battlements of the Red Keep where the banner was placed was the silent high wall of King's Landing. You could even vaguely hear the sound of waves lapping against the rocks on land.
There was enough space in the middle of the school field, and Attis saw the young blond boy pointing his blunt sword at the jester in front of him.
"Prince Joffrey." Attis quickened his pace. He was about to get acquainted with the prince.
The boy raised his sword and slashed hard at the jester's back, "Ah! Your Highness the Prince is so good at swordsmanship, I can't dodge him at all!" The jester exaggeratedly fluttered on the ground a few times, supported the ground and threw himself back, wide open. Mouth, looking up to the sky and wailing. This made the knights onlookers burst into laughter, "His Royal Highness is really brave!", "Well done, Prince!", cheers came from all directions.
Attis did not come to the school alone. The blue-robed soldiers of the Aylin family were always following him. The group immediately attracted many eyes. The gold-robed soldiers beside the prince gave way to the road one after another, bowing their heads and keeping silent. "Although my father is not here, he seems to be behind me at this moment." Attis thought to himself.
But the Lannister guards beside the prince were unmoved. They looked at the young prime minister's son in front of them with a little hesitation. Attis noticed that the Baratheon soldiers belonging to the prince's own family gathered in the school grounds. From a distance, look here indifferently.
Joffrey felt that the cheers around him disappeared, and everyone's attention was not on him. His face turned red and he continued to beat the poor jester with his sword. Several red marks appeared on the jester's face instantly. He screamed miserably, "This It doesn't look like it's just pretending.
Seeing this, Attis had no choice but to kneel on one knee in front of Joffrey, "Your Highness, Attis of House Arryn salutes you.".
Joffrey stopped torturing the jester and looked impatiently at Attis, who was kneeling aside. The jester quickly stepped aside and gasped, "He's from some remote country again."
"He is the eldest son of the current Prime Minister, Prince Joffrey." The knight who had been observing in front of the battlements came over. His finely crafted white scale armor embroidered with gold thread fully showed his solid physique, including knee pads, throat protectors, and hand guards. And the boots are all made of iron armor, shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Kingsguard." The white robe is particularly obvious, and the exquisite hanging man carving on the hilt of his sword shows his family identity before taking the oath. Merlin Tran of the Tran family, Attis bowed slightly to greet him, "Sir Meryn Tran."
"Oh, that old man with bad breath." Joffrey was only six years old, and he was already skilled in expressing his contempt in his mouth, "Yeah, hahaha, the old Prime Minister with bad breath!" The surrounding Lannister guards immediately booed, "Prince Joffrey speaks brilliantly!", the familiar compliment sounded again, it was actually the jester on the ground.
Joffrey noticed him, and he screamed, "Hey, clown! Do you have a say?" After saying that, he struck with his sword, and the jester subconsciously dodged away.
Seeing this, Joffrey laughed in disbelief, "How dare you hide? How dare you dodge the prince's sword! Dog, teach him a lesson!", while saying this, he hit the jester hard with his fists and feet, "The clown deserves to die! The clown deserves to die! Damn it! Ouch!" the jester cried as he faced the prince's beating.
Only then did Attis notice that there was a tall man with a terrifying face among the many cheering people next to Joffrey. He opened his ugly face and showed an intimidating smile, "Okay, Prince.", the tall man Lifting up the poor little fool, he gently threw it to the weapon stand aside. The fool's thin skin was instantly cut open several times, and blood spilled out. The fool loudly begged for mercy, "Your Highness, I'm very sorry! I shouldn't have done it." Hide, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" He kept slapping his mouth, tears and snot flowing down his face uncontrollably, and he even smeared tears and snot on his hair in front of Joffrey to please him.
"Hahahahahahaha!", laughter exploded around like gunpowder, Joffrey himself even bent over and held his stomach, laughing wantonly. Merlin Tran watched all this with enjoyment, and was called a dog's The ugly man said, "Yes, you shouldn't hide, you stupid son of a bitch."
"Please allow me to retire, Your Highness." Attis looked at all this coldly, said softly and left.
Attis didn't want to see this scene, so he left the prince's training ground depressed and walked to the equipment table not far from the Baratheon royal guard. What he was depressed about was that the prince was so arrogant at such a young age, so that he He didn't want to have too much interaction with him. Although his inner likes and dislikes were well hidden at the age of twelve, he still reacted in his heart after all. Not to mention that Joffrey was so disrespectful to the king's prime minister, which made him suspicious. Whether he is a good prince or not.
When Attis turned back, he was shocked to find that there was a family crest on the back of the jester's clothes. He couldn't tell which noble he came from, but he must be from the wealthy knight class. "The prince's behavior is not appropriate." Attis thought silently. He no longer had the mood to appreciate the Red Castle campus, and left the campus with the guards of the Aylin family.
Following his father's instructions last night, Attis came to the White Sword Tower, which has always been the dormitory of the seven Kingsguards. He asked the guards for instructions outside the tower and then waited quietly. After he calmed down the emotions caused by meeting the prince by chance, they were now in turmoil again because he was about to meet the greatest knight in the world, "The Fearless" Barristan Selmy. Jazz.
While he was traveling in the world of imagination, Barristan had quietly descended from the tower and approached him.
Attis caught a glimpse of his figure, with white hair and white armor. He immediately reacted and said excitedly: "Sir Barry Barristan."
Barristan walked forward, looking so strong and graceful in Attis's eyes. "Please pay my respects to your father on my behalf, young man of the Aylin family.".
"Of course, ser." Attis kept his words as brief as possible.
Barristan looked at himself with his sad-looking blue eyes. "Exactly as the maester described." Attis also looked at him, thinking excitedly.
Sir's white hair was combed as long and smooth as the white catkins that occasionally poured down in the snow valley of the valley. "Maybe it should be cut shorter." Attis couldn't help but think so.
"Attis? Your name is Attis, right.".
"Yes, sir." Attis agreed. Barristan squeezed the muscles on Attis's arm and asked, "Only twelve years old?" After receiving confirmation, he patted Attis's light armor appreciatively, "Pick up your sword, let me Let’s see how it goes.”
Attis's eyes lit up when he heard this. He excitedly pulled out his steel sword and looked at Barristan excitedly.
"Did you start practicing the edged steel sword so early?" Barristan flashed his blue eyes, looked at him with a smile, and drew his long sword.
Attis stabilized his lower body, kept his feet close to the ground, and looked seriously at the white knight in front of him.
Barristan wasted no time and took the initiative to show his back to Attis, turned around and threw the sword towards Attis. Attis held the sword steadily to parry the defense, and the heavy force of the sword was transmitted, and he almost lost his grip. He seized the opportunity and stabbed Barristan's armored back with his sword in one lunge.
Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Barristan's back, Attis was even considering whether to stop and say enough was enough.
But Barristan's back moved quickly before his eyes, and the pain in his back preceded his attack. He suddenly realized that Ser Barristan was hitting him with the back of his sword. He fell heavily to the ground, and in an instant He quickly put one hand on the ground and rolled to open up the space between him and Ser Barristan.
"The long sword is indeed not suitable for close combat, young man." Barristan saw his posture, and the admiration on his face became stronger. "But you also have to see who the opponent is, right?" Barristan put away his relaxation. expression, looking at him seriously.
Attis was not discouraged by the failure of this attack. He took a few deep breaths, stabilized his breath and mind, and stood with his sword in hand.
The sound of sword strikes continued to be heard in the air, sweat slid down his cheeks, and his feet were suddenly struck by a long sword. Attis felt his calf being hit hard by the back of the sword. His lower body suddenly lost balance, and his upper body was once again struck by the knight's arm. A heavy elbow strike and Attis fell to the ground again.
Attis's handsome face suddenly turned green, and the left side of his face was slightly swollen. He was breathing heavily, holding the bangs in front of his forehead with his hands, and staggered to stand up again.
"Young man, you are already very powerful. Even the sworn brothers of the Kingsguard can't stand up to me for a few rounds." Barristan pulled Attis up and touched his hair, "And you and I are still fighting. Back."
Artis just forced a smile. He guessed that Jazz was just talking.
"Can Sir James only fight you for a few rounds?", he asked out of curiosity.
Barristan did not expect that he would ask this question, and immediately frowned, "Sir Jaime is a brave enough knight, with superb martial arts, but he has a little temper. Great knights have always been like this. When we confront each other, we often stick to the point."
A great knight, this is not the case with what Attis accepted about Jaime Lannister. The knights of the Vale often refer to this person as "Kingslayer", including his own father who often calls Jaime this way in private. ·Lannister.
"But he should not continue to wear white," Barristan said.
Attis did not respond when he heard this, and changed the subject with Barristan.
The two were talking and laughing. Looking from a distance, one big and one small, the slant shadows pulled down by the sun were long dragged into the shade of the trees on the side. From the perspective of others, they were obviously friends who had been together for the past year.
At dusk, a team emerged from the royal forest, and the crowned stag flag was sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun, like a gold powder decoration.
King Robert was riding on a horse, his fat but still strong body shaking on the horse, and the cupbearer on the side followed closely on a pony. After a while, a white-robed knight came back in front. His blond hair was particularly dazzling. He was obviously the Jaime Lannister mentioned by Attis. "Your Majesty the King, the eldest son of the Arryn family has been waiting for a long time.".
Robert was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, his throat trembling up and down, and his whole body seemed to be trembling, "The eaglet of the Arryn family is here! Come on, let's go to the Red Keep!".
Robert leapt on his horse, and the guards behind him hurriedly followed. As soon as he entered the gate of King's Landing, he was recognized by many residents. The shouts of "Long live King Robert!" thundered, chasing Robert's footsteps like the wind.
By the time Robert saw Attis, the sun had completely set. Jon Arryn had also left politics and came to the hall of the Red Keep, where the Iron Throne, a symbol of power, stood.
Attis Arryn knelt on one knee in front of the Iron Throne. All the royal ministers were present, including Littlefinger Betyr Baelish, who had already met, and Minister of Intelligence Varys.
The iron-faced and serious Sea Lord, who was meticulously dressed, stood in front of the ministers, "Stannis Baratheon." Attis muttered silently, and it was indeed as rumored.
Sandwiched in the middle was Archmaester Pycelle, who was leaning on a cane. He noticed Attis' gaze and nodded slightly in greeting, but his eyes were lowered, as if he was asleep.
Barristan was at the foot of the high platform, standing upright, holding the hilt of his sword, while His Highness the Prince whom he had seen during the day was standing next to the White Knight with a look of disdain on his face.
His father sat on a small seat under the Iron Throne and looked at Attis encouragingly. Attis walked forward with a smile and knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty, Attis of the Arryn family sends greetings to you.".
Robert, who was sitting on the Iron Throne, looked at Attis with satisfaction. He pointed at Attis and said, "Look, this is my biological brother!".
Stannis below frowned when he heard this and turned away. Attis also clearly saw his father's face twitch, slightly embarrassed.
The ministers and the noble women gathered in the hall cheered and applauded, which made Attis think that Joffrey wanted to imitate his father and enjoy the cheers around him.
Robert kept grinning and seemed to be enjoying it. He waved his hand and said, "Attis, eagle of the valley, you might as well come closer and let me see, haha!"
Stannis took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for saying too much, but the Iron Throne cannot be trampled on at will.".
"If you know how to talk, don't talk! Attis, come here." Robert looked at Attis impatiently, and Attis could only walk up the high platform composed of countless swords. Stannis' livid face turned away and he strode out of the hall.
Varys gave him a flattering smile as sweet as honey as he left. Stannis snorted and did not look back.
Robert ignored his second brother. He looked at Attis' strong body. "I went to fight just after you were born, and I met you a few times. Now you are so strong!? Hey, Jon, what about your family? There is a successor in Kataya Valley, hahaha! This is simply a natural guardian of the East. Hahahaha." After saying this, he turned Attis around so that Attis could clearly enjoy the cheers of the crowd.
"You should meet Joffrey more. He has a temper like mine and he will definitely get along with you, haha!" Robert looked at Prince Joffrey next to Barristan, who pouted his little mouth. He looked at Attis defiantly.
"I have met His Highness the Prince this morning. His diligence is impressive, and his martial arts are equally formidable." Attis complimented skillfully. After saying this, he felt that Joffrey's mouth not far away was about to hit him. Up to the sky.
"Seven Gods, who gave this boy a lovely mouth?" Robert laughed loudly, "Attis, keep your child's cleverness, seeing you seems like seeing something far away in the north. He's just like Ned, but he doesn't have your mouth, but you two are very similar." Robert sighed heavily and patted him on the shoulder.
Attis was dizzy when he came down, with a smile on his face. When Robert saw this scene, he nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, enjoy your dinner!" He waved his hand and stepped away. The high platform of the Iron Throne sunk into the dimple.
The singer sang about bears and beautiful maidens, and the whole hall was filled with laughter and music. The vulgar music made his father feel a little uncomfortable, but he still smiled and said to himself, "Cheer up, Robert gave this to you specially." Dinner, this song is crude, but it is also music that embodies Robert’s wisdom.”
"Wisdom?" Attis was a little confused and just picked up the knife and fork to enjoy the exquisite food at the dinner.
Littlefinger raised his glass to look at himself with a smile. Attis also raised his glass to show respect to him, but his own glass was filled with sweet milk.
Not far away from Attis, several pairs of eyes were observing the situation near him intentionally or unintentionally. Even when the maid handed Attis milk, they took over the maid's work like practice makes perfect and chose to give it to Attis personally. , the companion beside him threw away the cup and replaced it with new milk, which was the cup in Attis's hand.
On a high tower not far away, a woman in red who looked very similar to Sir James was looking at the celebrations here, "Robert went to a lot of trouble for a little vulture!" A vicious voice came from her mouth. .
A cozy little bed was actually arranged in the tower, and Jaime Lannister was lying on it. He said disapprovingly: "In order to show the unity of the deer and eagle families, he is also paving the way for Xiao Qiao.".
"It's still our Lannister money, Jaime." Cersei sat astride Jaime's lap and looked at Jaime with her green eyes. Jaime felt that his whole body was fascinated by Cersei's breath and fell deeply into it. When he realized it, he had already pressed Cersei on the bed and kissed her hard.
"Don't worry, it's just a little golden dragon." Jaime said solemnly. He listened to Cersei's breathing as the two rolled on the bed.
Before the dinner ended, Attis returned to the Prime Minister's Tower with his father. His father was drunk, which made Lady Lysa resentful. She ordered the servants to put his father on the bed, but she carried Robin to the reception room to rest. . Attis did not return to his room to rest until his father snored loudly.
After reviewing the whole day, Attis rubbed his sore arm, which was the evidence of his battle with the greatest knight, and he fell asleep full of joy.
Deposit one minus one
(End of chapter)