Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The archery competition was originally a carnival for common people's heroes. The prize money of 5,000 gold dragons was enough for every contestant to risk their lives for it. Even many wealthy knights in the king's territory and the impoverished nobles of Crab Claw Peninsula avoided the more competitive spear competition and competed with common people for the title of archery competition.

Attis wore simple cloth armor, so he would not look so gorgeous on the archery competition field. The eagle beak pin of the Arryn family pinned his blue cloak behind him.

And Weimar never pursued gorgeousness. He wore brown-gray cloth armor with a black scarf. He stood on the sidelines to instruct his twelve-year-old squire in the valley how to hold a bow.

The squire's stiff fingers obviously barely pulled the bowstring. Weimar looked even more nervous than the squire. The surrounding contestants looked at them with interest.

"I should have known not to teach him here, damn it!" Weimar cursed in his heart.

"Can this kid draw a bow, sir?", the common people wearing a green scarf asked maliciously.

"Look at his red face, it's just like me taking a shit at home, hahaha!" Another person immediately agreed, even sticking his butt out, pretending to be comfortable.

Laughter immediately exploded in the crowd, and Weimar was angry and dragged the squire away from the venue. The squire's eyes were wide open, looking very innocent.

Artis sat in the stands, and his shield was worn by the blue-robed valley knight who followed him to prevent accidents during the game.

Sir Baron Swen of Stormland was the favorite to win the championship. He rode a tall horse with an exquisite longbow hanging in front of his shoulder, looking at the noisy crowd with high spirits. Everyone probably knew that he was a knight, so they didn't dare to speak and automatically made way.

Weimar muttered in dissatisfaction, took out his anger on the squire, and blinked his mouth constantly. But the squire didn't seem to listen, and looked at Sir Baron with handsome armor. After Weimar found out, he felt his self-esteem was damaged, so he took off his cloth gloves and hit the servant's forehead hard.

However, Artis' attention was attracted by a young man who was gathered by the civilians on the sidelines. He was holding a rough short bow in his hand and looking at the people in the competition with envy, and there seemed to be a sense of unwillingness in his eyes.

No one thought that the king's carriage would come. The ostentatious and gorgeous Baratheon king's flag entered the competition site ostentatiously. Three Kingsguards stood on horseback with swords in hand. The young and handsome Sir Jaime held his helmet between his arms, and his golden armor shone brightly, while the other two were all wearing the standard white clothes, white sleeves, white armor and white cloaks of the Kingsguard.

Robert jumped off the carriage with a "bang!", and the Kingsguards dismounted and followed closely.

What Artis didn't expect was that Prince Joffrey followed Robert discontentedly, and his ears were even held hard by Robert, with tears hanging on his face.

"Artis!", Robert waved at him.

Artis thought it was not good. He looked at Joffrey's somewhat resentful eyes, and his heart immediately tightened. He was familiar with this situation. Weimar had the same look at the beginning, but fortunately Weimar was easy to train, but Joffrey.

He stood up and approached the high platform originally prepared for the king. This would be prepared at every competition site, just to see if the king was interested in watching.

King Robert looked fat, but his body was very agile. He strode to the high platform and sat on the sofa. Artis knelt on one knee, "Artis Arryn greets the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Protector of the Realm."

"No need to be polite, Artis! Look at other people's etiquette, Joffrey!" King Robert did not forget to educate his son. Joffrey lowered his head, feeling extremely resentful.

Artis' heart sank again, but his face remained calm.

Robert waved his hand, "Sit down, Artis." He pointed to the soft chair beside him, and Artis sat down as ordered.

Joffrey was about to sit down when Robert's strong voice rang out, "Joffrey, you stand!" Joffrey's face was twisted into a knot, and Artis covered his face awkwardly, trying not to look directly at Joffrey's angry face.

"I heard that you are quite good at fighting in the valley." Robert took a sip of wine and asked.

Artis replied: "Your Majesty, this is borrowed from your prestige."

"Goodbye, Artis! Your father is my adoptive father, we are all family, how can I have any prestige hahahaha." Robert laughed self-deprecatingly.

Atis looked Robert in the face seriously and said, "This is the truth, Your Majesty. You quelled the tyranny of the Targaryens and restored the order of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, preventing them from being further destroyed by the Mad King. The seven kingdoms were united, and the rebels in Longbow Hall seemed powerful, but in fact, they were not united. The spirit of chivalry and the law of the seven kingdoms covered the entire Westeros under your rule. This is the real reason why the rebellion in the Vale was suppressed in one fell swoop."

Robert looked at Atis in surprise. He had some doubts in his heart, wondering if he had achieved such great achievements as Atis said, but his body did not respond to this doubt in his heart. He laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. "Hahaha, good, good, Atis, you are not bad. I really like you more and more. Hahaha! More and more."

Robert seemed to have deviated from the focus of the topic. He began to talk about the Battle of the Trident that year, describing how he smashed Rhaegar Targaryen's armor with a hammer, and rubies and diamonds were shattered all over the ground. Artis was on the side, laughing with Robert from time to time.

Artis automatically ignored Joffrey's increasingly resentful expression.

"Swoosh!" Ser Balon shot a few arrows at short range, hitting the target accurately, and everyone cheered, and Robert also cheered.

Jaime Lannister seemed unable to bear the prince being treated like this. He bowed his head and asked softly, "Your Majesty, Prince Joffrey has been standing for a long time. It is not dignified for a member of the royal family to stand in front of a vassal, right?"

Joffrey looked at King Robert.

Robert's words were interrupted, and his brows were slightly frowned, "Why, the Kingslayer of Lannister also wants to meddle in the king's family affairs?"

"I dare not." Jaime raised his head, and the humility of his tone and the arrogance of his expression were very discordant.

Robert turned his head disdainfully and shouted to Joffrey: "Did you hear it! The good lion of the Lannister family asked you to sit down, sit down quickly!" Joffrey sat next to Robert, full of grievances and resentment.

"Kingslayer, go back to your damn woman! Otherwise I will kill you!" Robert waved his hand and pointed directly at the Kingslayer.

Jaime's face gradually became angry after hearing this, and he looked at Robert silently.

"What? Want to kill me? Come on! I'll help you. You are worthy of being the Kingslayer, hahahaha!" Robert looked at Jaime provocatively. Jaime gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "Goodbye, Your Majesty." He turned and left.

Artis looked at this scene calmly. Although the king's words were sharp, it was obvious that he was very dependent on Lannister. It seemed that the king was controlling Jaime, but Robert was still subject to many aspects of Lannister and was still very cautious.

"Damn Lannister!" Robert lowered his head and took a big sip of wine. He seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Artis, you did a good job in the Vale, cough cough!"

Artis was happy in his heart and was quite proud of himself for diverting King Robert's awkward conversation topic.

"I want my son to go to the Vale. You should take him around more, especially when you go to fight the mountain clans, you must take him with you." Robert stated his purpose.

Joffrey's pupils dilated, and he blurted out, "I don't want to hang out with the country nobles."

Robert glared at him, "I didn't ask you if you still want to sit down."

Joffrey stood up, "I will never leave King's Landing! I'm a prince!"

Robert was angry, "Your damn father is still the king! Don't you obey the king's orders!"

Joffrey ran away crying, which made the crowd of the tournament laugh. Ser Balon, who had just won the championship, was waving the exquisite longbow in his hand, and his celebration was obviously stiff.

"Damn it, how could I have such a son." Robert sighed heavily.

Artis didn't say anything. He still had a little gratitude for Joffrey's behavior in his heart, but he persuaded: "Prince Joffrey just lacks exercise."

"So I want to send him to the valley." Robert's sincere words echoed in Artis' ears, making him feel tight inside. Damn it, he let the king out.

Robert's fat face occupied the sight, "The mountain clans in the Vale need to be beaten hard, and the Vale needs to take the initiative to send troops, which can also give Joffrey some training."

Attis was completely distracted and hurriedly responded: "The terrain of the Moon Mountains is complicated. The barbarians inside cannot stand the status of nobles. They will kill them if they are caught. The Vale and the mountain clans have been fighting for thousands of years. I am afraid it cannot be solved in a short time."

"Hahaha! The dragon cubs of Targaryen have also been tossed for hundreds of years, but they were smashed by my heavy hammer!" Robert didn't care and even laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty is so powerful that he ended the tyranny of the Mad King. Naturally, the Vale can't match it. If the prince comes to the Vale, I am afraid he will be dragged down by us." Attis felt a little hypocritical, but he still said it with a stiff upper lip.

Robert was silent for a long time before saying: "You don't like Joffrey, right?"

Attis clenched his fists and was a little nervous.

"Alas!" Robert sighed again, "I know my son well, he is so unpleasant." He took another sip of wine in depression. King Robert lay on the sofa, looking very tired, "He is a bit like the Mad King." The tone was so light that it was not like Robert's.

Artis was frightened by this sentence, and he hurriedly said, "How is it possible, Prince Joffrey..."

"Enough, Artis, Jon's son!" Robert waved his hands impatiently, "I need to hear the truth, Artis, not pitiful lies, damn compliments!" The king's eyes were particularly bright, and Artis felt the king's demeanor at this time.

Artis also became serious. The civilians below had dispersed. The Kingsguard stood silently on the side of the high platform. The spears of the Golden Cloak Guards stood in a row, and the atmosphere became solemn at this time.

"Your Majesty, if Prince Joffrey is willing to go to the valley with me to find the mountain clans and is willing to suffer such hardships, I can't refuse the king's request." Attis said to the king.

"Joffrey will agree to be your squire." Robert said with a smile on his face.

Damn it! Attis thought, isn't it just to take him to the Moon Mountains to take a look at the beautiful scenery of the valley? I don't want him to be my squire, who will be whose squire at that time?

Attis didn't hesitate much about this, and said directly: "I'm sorry, your majesty, I already have a squire candidate."

"It doesn't matter, great knights always have a lot of squires!" Robert said, not caring about the loss of royal majesty.

"Your majesty, the prince is my future king, he is the one I swore to protect, I can't let him lose his dignity." Attis said solemnly.

Robert was a little surprised to hear that, and his face gradually showed appreciation. "This is the best thing I have heard all day. OK, I promise you, kid." Robert left his seat, called the Kingsguard and the sedan chair, and prepared to leave.

"Your Majesty!" Atis shouted. Robert turned and looked at him, "If you have anything else to say, I will tell you everything I know."

"I followed the order to suppress the rebellion. Excuse me, I want to know who gave you advice? I am very grateful for his advice, which made me famous." Atis approached King Robert, almost close to his face, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"How do you know someone gave me advice?" Robert was even more surprised, "You are as smart as Jon, haha!"

Robert imitated Atis's appearance, approached and whispered: "It is your loyal little noble of the Vale, Littlefinger who is always wronged by the nobles of the Vale. You have to reward him well. He made you famous in the war."

"Let me enjoy the golden mountain too!" Robert straightened up and said loudly.

Attis smiled and replied softly, "Of course, Your Majesty."