Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Attis finally saw Duke Eddard, who was often praised by his father and Bronze Yohn. He had a standard Stark face, gray eyes, and dark brown hair.

Robert and Eddard hugged each other, and the cold and just Duke Stark also laughed as much as King Robert. This was the feeling of long-time friends. Attis looked at this scene with a smile. He noticed that Mrs. Catelyn beside Eddard had auburn hair and blue eyes of the Tully family that were particularly bright. Sarah, Lady Catelyn is much slimmer, and even though she is the older sister, she is exceptionally beautiful.

The children next to Lady Catelyn also have distinct images. The one closest to Duke Ed is naturally the heir to the Duke of Winterfell, Robb Stark. However, he does not have the standard appearance of the Stark family, but he has inherited it perfectly. The Tully family has auburn hair and blue eyes.

Artis almost thought that Jon Snow, standing at the outermost part of the family, was Robb Stark, with his hair as black as night and the long face of the Stark family. Attis thought of the illegitimate child that Duke Eddard brought from the south, but she was not brought to King's Landing by King Robert. She was not as responsible as Eddard and brought him back to the north.

There are many children in the Stark family. Attis observed that only Arya, the youngest daughter in the middle, had the appearance of the Stark family. The others were like Bran, Sansa, who was tall and graceful even though she was only 11 years old, and the remaining ones. The youngest son Rickon has long hair and looks like a crazy kid. They both inherited the red hair of their mother’s Tully family.

Ed's kind face appeared in front of Attis.

"Lord Eddard." Attis bowed to his elder (although he was technically a peer).

"No need to be polite, Attis, Jon is my father, you are my brother, and we are a family." Eddard put his hand on Attis's shoulder, which made him feel calm in the falling snow in the north. Feeling a touch of warmth, Attis smiled sincerely.

Attis kissed Lady Catelyn, who had been looking at him with a smile. Robb's face was stiff in front of him, and the smile on his face looked like a fledgling lord. He was obviously not used to this kind of scene, but Trying to be consistent with his father.

Sansa's cheeks were already red when he approached. She had long listened to the ballad about the "Eagle of the Vale" sung by the minstrels in the main hall of Winterfell. She single-handedly fought into the tens of thousands of wildlings and rescued them. The beautiful lord lady also defeated a mountain-like monster in the King's Landing Tournament and won the championship.

But at this time, such a legendary hero appeared in front of her, and Sansa almost jumped with joy.

Attis kissed her hand gracefully, not noticing the little girl's turbulent heart. Instead, he saw Bran and Arya pushing each other aside, and then smiled softly.

"Bran! Arya!" Lady Catelyn's stern voice came, and then she nodded to Attis to express her apology.

Attis always smiled and responded, "It's okay, madam, your two children are very cute." He scratched Arya's nose with his finger, causing the little girl to go crazy like a cat.

"Hahahaha!" Robert laughed. He liked the wolf's cubs very much.

The city's grooms came to take care of the king's horses, and Cersei walked into the city with her children. Robert asked Eddard to lead the way to the Stark family crypt, saying he wanted to pay his respects.

Cersei expressed her dissatisfaction and objected: "We were in a hurry early in the morning. We are cold and tired now. Shouldn't we rest first? There is no need to be so anxious to see a dead person."

Robert looked at Cersei coldly, and the situation reached a stalemate for a while. It was Jaime who held Cersei's hand slightly before the queen gave in.

Then Eddard and Robert disappeared into the distance together.

Robb Stark personally accompanied him to the already arranged residence in Winterfell, and Attis felt that Robb was always actively trying to talk to him.

"Attis, I mean, Lord Attis." Robb said awkwardly.

"It doesn't have to be like this, just call me Attis, Robb." Attis knew the mentality of an almost 14-year-old heir to a lord.

Robb's reserved expression was greatly relieved, but he still maintained a stiff smile, "Attis, I heard that you fought in person, or with wildlings, is it true?"

"What you heard was true, Robb." Attis replied.

Robb smiled softly, and Attis could tell it was sincere this time, "Bran talks about this every day, he wants to see you wield the sword.", and then he looked at him with passionate eyes.

The competitive spirit of the little boy, Attis thought to himself, but naturally ignored the fact that he was only seventeen years old.

"No problem, we can even spar, Robb." Attis found his room under Robb's leadership and turned to Robb with a smile.

"It's a deal!" Robb nodded slightly and watched Attis close the door.

Jon Snow looked at the busy Winterfell, where they were preparing for a dinner. Snow had never seen so many people walking through the castle and outside. He was dazzled by the banners and exquisite armor of the southern houses, the crowned stag banner of Baratheon, and the stag guards who always surrounded the king. Jaime Lannister, the Kingsguard, who is wearing bright golden armor and a white cloak, the "Kingslayer" that his father doesn't like to mention, and the little devil Tyrion who is following Jaime and is hard to ignore.

The number of knights of the Arryn family is small, but their sky-blue cloaks and fully armed plate armor make them look particularly formal and cold. They always gather in silence, as if they don't want to associate with the northerners or other southerners in the royal family.

Lord Artis Arryn, whom Jon Snow admires very much, stands on the parade ground and competes with the coach Rodrik Cassel with blunt swords. Bran stands beside him and looks at Artis with admiration, while Arya, like a cat, stays on the corridor upstairs, leaning on the railing with both hands and looking around excitedly.

Rodrik looks a little short and fat in front of Artis. The ringmail that was originally hidden under his dark cloak has been completely exposed, and the blunt sword is in his hand.

"Good swordsmanship, Lord Arryn." He took a breath and said to Artis.

"Thank you." Artis jumped over, so fast that the coach of Winterfell didn't even see the movement clearly, and he was lying on the ground.

"Oooooh!" Bran shouted excitedly.

Rodrick got up in a panic, "Excellent martial arts, Lord Duke." He praised with a smile.

"It is an honor to receive your praise, Lord Rodrick." Atis answered modestly.

Rodrick looked at Atis with satisfaction, and pointed at Bran with his blunt sword, "This kid keeps talking about you, and I am so annoyed when I teach him to practice sword." Bran seemed a little shy, and rushed behind Jon Snow, causing everyone to laugh.

Atis looked at Jon Snow standing aside, with a white wolf around him.

"This dire wolf," Atis pointed to the white wolf behind Jon Snow.

Jon replied: "White Ghost, its name is White Ghost." When Jon opened his mouth, white mist came out.

"Very close to you," Atis said. "I mean, you two are very similar."

Jon frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Artis is saying that you are too quiet, brother!" Arya rushed out from behind and bumped into Jon Snow hard. Jon Snow picked her up with a smile.

Artis looked at the happy appearance of the Wolf family and was very envious.

"Let me compete with you, the Duke of the Vale." Theon of the Greyjoy family came over, with a slender figure and a cynical smile on his face.

Artis silently grasped the blunt sword and pointed it at Theon.

Theon used the sword swiftly to play a trick. The sword was like a few tentacles of a sea monster, and the trajectory of the attack was difficult to guess.

Artis simply took a few moves, stretched out his foot to trip Theon, and pointed the blunt sword at his neck.

"Come again!" Theon became more and more courageous, and the blunt sword in his hand became more flexible. Artis stopped talking and hit Theon's wrist with a heavy blow. Theon screamed in pain and the blunt sword in his hand fell off.

"Great!" Jon couldn't help but admire him. He knew the secret of Theon's swordsmanship. Artis didn't have the ability to figure out the routine and defeat him in just a few rounds.

The simple competition in the parade ground was just to help Artis exercise his muscles. Soon they dispersed back to their respective places. Because the dinner party was about to start, Robb had been communicating with various nobles brought by Robert under Ed's arrangement, so he couldn't spare time to compete with them in the parade ground.

Artis finally met Eddard Stark alone. He didn't even take the initiative to find him, but the Duke of Stark took the initiative to find Artis' room.

"Artis." Ed simply greeted him and sat next to Artis.

Attis wanted to stand up and salute, but Eddard pressed his hand and asked him to sit down. "Are you used to living in Winterfell?" Eddard asked kindly, just like he talked to Bran in the morning.

"I live well, Lord Eddard." Attis replied with a smile, "It's just like Runestone City. Everyone is very nice to me."

"That's good." Eddard seemed to have nothing to say and sat there silently.

Seeing this, Attis knew that his chance had come. He took the initiative to say, "Lord Eddard, in fact, I came with King Robert this time because..."

"Myrcella?" Eddard waved his hand. Attis secretly thought that Robert must have told Eddard about this. "I think it's good. To be honest, Robert is going to marry the three families together, betroth Myrcella to you, and marry my daughter Sansa to Joffrey." Eddard seemed very helpless and said.

"I don't think there is any need to be so anxious about this, Lord Eddard." Attis stared at Eddard's face closely. Eddard also felt that something was wrong with him and asked in confusion.

Artis took a deep breath and told Eddard the contents of Stannis's letter.

Eddard looked at Artis in shock, and then a serious look spread across his face, "This is a very serious accusation, Artis, I'm afraid you're young."

Artis took out Stannis's letter from his pocket and handed it to Eddard.

Eddard looked at it carefully and looked at Artis with a complicated expression, "Why don't you tell Robert?"

"There is no evidence, Lord Eddard, I'm afraid the evidence has left the world with my father." Artis answered calmly.

Eddard looked at him deeply, "No one can reveal it until I find evidence." After saying that, he turned and left.

Artis breathed a sigh of relief. He finally handed this hot potato to someone who was trustworthy and could bear the consequences. Eddard was deeply trusted by the king. Artis even judged that Robert trusted Duke Eddard unconditionally. At that time, as long as Eddard found evidence, he could arrest Cersei and his group legitimately, and take the opportunity to pull out Littlefinger and find out what his relationship with Lannister was.

As for whether the content of this letter is true or false, it is indeed worth thinking about, and Stannis's motives are very questionable. However, these things are typical hot potatoes, and it is best to choose a person who can bear the consequences to make the decision.

Attis felt the temperature of the fire with his hand, feeling uneasy.