Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 422 Wolf Girl

  Arya Stark wakes up in a dark, cramped cabin.

  The leaky window made her skin crawl. Arya fumbled in the dark to put on her clothes, and the noise she made woke up her sister Sansa, who was in the same bed.

   "What dream did you have yesterday? You kicked and screamed in the middle of the night." Sansa yawned and muttered to her sister dissatisfied.

   Arya sat cross-legged, tried her best to suppress the urge to yawn, tilted her head and recalled:

   "I dreamed that I turned into a wolf."

   "Did you dream of a wolf?"

"No! I dreamed that I became a wolf." Arya insisted, "I clearly remember running in the forest, hunting, smelling the fragrance of the soil, and the blood of the prey. This dream is so real, It was as if I had really turned into a wolf."

  Actually, Arya had another dream, an even scarier one.

  In the dream, it was raining heavily all the time. She stumbled across the mudflat, through blood and fire. Her mother's screams and father's roars echoed in her ears, making her cry out loud.

   Arya didn't tell her sister about the dream.

  A crying child and a vigorous direwolf, of course she prefers the latter.

   "You won't turn into a wolf." Sansa obviously felt that her sister was saying stupid things, but these words reminded her of the direwolf she once had named "Lady".

   There is also his father, who is called the wolf king of the North, as well as his mother and brothers.

   This made her feel sad, and she couldn't help but bury her face in the bed, sobbing softly.

"Why are you crying?" Arya persuaded when she saw her sister's shrugging shoulders, "Don't be afraid, Lannister will not be arrogant for long, I heard people say that Caesar's army has already set off to the north, he will definitely be able to attack Down to King's Landing. When the time comes, he will sit on the Iron Throne, and we will ask him to forgive father and brother and let them return from the Wall..."

   "You idiot!" Sansa turned her head and cursed, "The king can't relieve the night watchman. Once the oath is made, father, brother and the others can only guard the Great Wall for life."

  Arya yelled unconvinced: "What nonsense oath! They were forced to swear, and it doesn't count at all!"

   "But even so, if they break their vows and come back, the northerners will look down on them! You don't understand anything at all!"

   "You don't understand anything!"

"You do not understand!"

"you!"

   A knock on the door interrupted the bickering between the two sisters.

   Arya turned her head, and saw Mrs. Shataya pushing the door and walking in.

   "Arguing again?" Mrs. Shataya smiled and said, as if she had gotten used to it, "You two, you have to fight every day. Come out quickly, and you have to sell oysters after breakfast."

"good."

   Arya rolled over and got out of bed.

  Sansa also got out of the bed. She has just turned sixteen now, but she is well developed, with a slender and graceful body, very feminine.

The eldest daughter of the Stark family inherited from her mother, Lady Catelyn, the exquisite cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and thick and smooth maroon hair of the Tully family. Any man feels sorry for him.

  Compared with her, the younger sister Arya's appearance is more ordinary. She inherited the long face, gray eyes and brown hair of the Stark family from her father, Duke Eddard, with a lively and mischievous temper, which did not meet the aesthetic standards for noble ladies of this era.

  At this time, Arya tousled her hair and put on a loose and rough linen coat, looking like a little boy.

  Sansa also began to dab things on her fair and delicate face. Their identities were not visible in King's Landing. If they were discovered by the Lannister family, their fate would be very miserable.

   "Are you ready?" Arya urged her sister impatiently.

"Okay." After some fiddling, Sansa put an ugly dark red birthmark on her face, covered her exquisite body with a loose linen coat, and scattered her maroon hair over her shoulders. It's a completely different look.

   Arya sized up her sister. She didn't know whether it was out of jealousy or mischief, and deliberately added a few black marks on her face with her dirty hands:

   "Haha, no one will recognize you now."

   "Arya! You! You idiot!"

  The two sisters chased and ran out of the room until they bumped into Mrs. Shataya in the yard before restraining themselves.

   After a simple breakfast, the two pushed a trolley full of oysters into the street.

  The weather is good today, there are many pedestrians on the street, but they are all in a hurry.

  Since the atmosphere of war enveloped King's Landing, the price of food in the city has risen accordingly, causing many people to complain.

   It is said that in the flea nests in the slums of King's Landing, people starve to death every day.

  The square in front of the Baylor Cathedral is full of homeless people, scrambling to line up to receive a little gruel from the church every day.

   Fortunately, the army is stationed outside, and the order in the city has not yet collapsed. Although there are some small disturbances, they will not spread.

  However, when the flames of war really burn to the city of King's Landing, it may be hard to say whether this fragile order can be maintained.

  The two sisters thought of the scene of the last riot in King's Landing, and their hearts were sad, so they didn't have the thought of bickering.

   All the way to the fish market in silence, it was already full of people who came to sell, of course there were housekeepers, cooks and housewives, while observing the aquatic products this morning, while bargaining loudly.

   "Fresh oysters, three copper coins." The two sisters began to yell.

  Sansa doesn't like the stench here very much, but she also knows that she doesn't have the right to be coquettish now. Since she is dependent on others, she has to do some work.

   "Fresh oysters, a copper coin..." A shadow suddenly enveloped Sansa, making her stop shouting.

   Looking up, I saw a few drunken soldiers standing in front of the booth, looking at themselves with unkind eyes:

   "Oysters are so expensive?"

   "Yes, yes..." Sansa turned pale.

  Although Sansa has already made a disguise, the soft and charming temperament on her body still makes the soldiers feel hot:

   "Hehe, at this price, unless you are selling oysters from your body. Hahaha..."

  The soldiers burst into obscene laughter.

   "You don't have to buy it if you think it's too expensive." Arya stood up and cursed.

   "Oh! Then I must buy it today!"

   "Then pay!" Arya put her hands on her hips without fear.

   "Hahaha." The soldier laughed again, "I only have this!"

   As he spoke, he drew out the long sword at his waist.

  Sansa was frightened, and hurried to fetch her sister, but Arya kicked the oyster basket away with a sudden kick.

  Oysters and salty seawater splashed several soldiers all over.

   They were so angry that they screamed and were about to take revenge when they saw that the two sisters had already run away.

   "Don't run!"

  Arya pulled her sister through the market stalls like a nimble fish.

  Sansa seemed to finally come to her senses, complaining angrily and urgently:

   "Why are you messing with them!"

   "What are you afraid of?" Arya yelled as she ran, "They don't dare to cause trouble in the city, as long as they find the golden robe guards, look, there is a team of golden robes over there!"

   As he spoke, he dragged his sister out of the market and ran towards the pair of gold-cloaked guards in front.

   "Killer!" Arya yelled exaggeratedly, "Someone is causing trouble, and they are going to kill!"

  The gold-cloaked guards stopped softly.

  Sansa saw clearly that the guards were escorting a nobleman, and that nobleman had golden hair, but was short in stature, a dwarf...

  Such obvious appearance features made her immediately realize the identity of the other party—

   "Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister!