Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 200 The Court of King's Landing

Joffrey raised the crossbow carefully designed by King's Landing's weapon craftsman and pointed it at the window nearby. With a "whoosh!", the arrow penetrated the glass, and the debris immediately overflowed. The crisp sound attracted everyone's attention. Notice.

Under the Iron Throne in the Red Keep, the ladies and nobles of King's Landing and the Royal Domain all looked at King Joffrey above, and cheers suddenly filled the entire hall.

"Nice shot, Your Majesty!"

"The sight is really good. It seems that I won't have to worry about getting meat next time I go hunting in the forest, haha!"

The corner of Joffrey's mouth showed a slight curve. He turned away and looked at Sansa who was kneeling on the floor of the hall, her clothes torn and the tears in her eyes not yet wiped away.

"Why didn't you clap or cheer?" Joffrey put his hands on his knees and looked at Sansa.

In Sansa's eyes, the king's face became more ferocious, and she quickly smiled, "I'm still in shock when you shot the window just now, and I haven't recovered yet."

"Really?" Joffrey moved the crossbow, pointing the tip of the crossbow at Sansa. "Do you think my crossbow can shoot accurately?"

Sansa's cheeks trembled slightly, and tears overflowed unconsciously, streaking across her cheeks, "My beloved king, I. I beg you, I"

A cold snort came from Joffrey's mouth, and he moved the crossbow aside carelessly, "Sir Marlin, please continue, I want to hear her scream with my own ears."

Meryn Trant's rusty beard faced Sansa again. Sansa gasped and tried to suppress the trembling of her body. She was afraid of pain.

"Bang!" A loud slap hit Sansa's face, and red marks suddenly appeared. Before the burning pain could be fully felt, Marin Tran's hand tore Sansa's red hair, and her scalp was torn. The pain mixed with the pain in her face and stimulated Sansa's nerves.

"No!" She still couldn't help the torture and cried out in pain, tears flowing from her eyes uncontrollably.

"Ser Dontos Hollard." Joffrey looked at the miserable situation of Sansa being tortured, and the joy in his heart suddenly overflowed. The corners of his mouth curved deeper. He noticed Dontos, who was wearing a submissive dress, and called out.

Dontos suddenly reacted. He looked up at the king blankly, "Your Majesty, I. I am here."

"It seems that you don't like Miss Sansa's performance, right?" Joffrey squinted his eyes and looked at Dontos.

"No, no! No," Dontos shook his head quickly, "How could I not like Miss Sansa's performance? This is your favorite. I like it so much." Dontos turned to look at the person who was beating Sansa. Meryn Trant shouted loudly: "Ser Meryn, hit harder, yes, just like this." He smiled flatteringly at Joffrey.

Joffrey's smile gradually faded, "But I don't like it," Dontos froze on the spot, looking at the king in surprise, "I don't like fighting like this, it's boring, isn't it?" Joffrey waved his hand to stop Marin. The knight beat, pointing his finger at Dontos, "You fight, my brave red knight."

"Hahahahaha!" The hall was suddenly filled with ridicules for Dontos Hollard.

Marin Tran restrained his movements and stood aside, looking at Dontos who was at a loss.

"Your Majesty, I, I absolutely cannot do it. I am not a member of the Kingsguard like Ser Meryn. I cannot." Dontos faltered, unable to speak intermittently to Joffrey on the Iron Throne.

"I tell you to fight," Joffrey picked up the crossbow. The string of the crossbow tightened suddenly, and the crossbow arrow shot out from the crossbow and penetrated Ser Dontos's Fool's Trousers. "Fight!"

The king's roar was almost accompanied by the firing of the crossbow arrows. Everyone in the Red Castle hall stopped their voices, and silence spread.

Dontos opened his eyes wide and slowly looked down at his jester pants that were pierced by crossbow arrows. A stream of liquid seeped out from his lower body. The pants were suddenly soaked, and the smell of urine gradually spread.

Merlin Trant's sarcastic voice followed closely, "He was scared to death, poor Red Knight Dontos Hollard." "Hahahaha!" Joffrey laughed loudly, and everyone in the Red Keep quickly agreed. The ground laughed, and the Red Keep fell into another burst of laughter, "Take off your pants. The task assigned to you by the king has not been completed yet. Beat Miss Sansa for me. I believe Sansa will cooperate with you in the performance. Give me a good beating." Hit the ground!"

Sansa raised her head feebly, and Dontos staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, miss, I'll try to be as gentle as possible." Dontos stood in front of Sansa and raised his palms.

The loud slap sounded again, followed by Joffrey's laughter, cheers, flattery, and flattery surrounded the high platform of the Iron Throne, admiring the masterpiece of beating the girl.

The door to the throne room suddenly opened, and Ser Barristan Selmy, who was supposed to be guarding the king, walked into the hall, his face showing sullenness and majesty.

"A qualified knight should not bully a defenseless girl," Barristan walked up to Dontos, scolded him to get out of the way, and looked at Merlin Tran standing aside, "The White Book of the Kingsguard" It is also clearly recorded in the book, I am so ashamed to be in your company, Marlin Tran!"

"This is the king's order, I" Malin Tran frowned and wanted to defend himself, but was interrupted by Barristan.

"Get away!" Barristan's hand held the sword.

Marin Tran swallowed and stepped aside.

Joffrey's right hand gently rubbed his chin, "Ser Barristan, you should not disturb the king's entertainment."

Barristan stood there and nodded slightly, "My king, a good king will not bully a defenseless little girl. This is the case with King Robert who I serve."

Joffrey frowned. In his heart, Barristan was the knight who failed to protect his father.

He saw that Barristan was holding a scroll in his hand. The blue strip tied with the scroll was very eye-catching, and the Crescent Falcon logo was clearly displayed on it.

Joffrey suddenly became interested. In the past few days since he returned to the Red Keep, it was the first time that an important minister of the royal family bypassed his grandfather Tywin and reported directly to him about the affairs of the kingdom.

"The boring and childish tricks are over, Sansa, put on your clothes and don't embarrass yourself." Joffrey waved his hand, ignoring Sansa who thanked her, and looked at Barristan, "You have this in your hand. Letter, right?"

Barristan nodded slightly, untied the tether, and handed over the letter from the scroll.

Joffrey hurriedly opened the letter, and Barristan said: "In order to show the prestige of the Iron Throne, Lord Attis Arryn showed the bravery of the knights loyal to King Joffrey, and shocked the people in the Stormlands, Iron Islands and The rebels in the north are planning to hold a tourney at Harrenhal. I hope your majesty can visit. This is an invitation letter to you."

Joffrey looked at the text above, "Long live King Joffrey, he has gone out to fight on behalf of the Iron Throne since the valley, defeated Robb Stark and became the king of the rebels. The knights of the valley under his command are increasingly trying to show their bravery and knighthood in your eyes." His skills are a testament to the king's reputation and support from his rule. The people of the Riverlands and the Vale are all eagerly looking forward to King Joffrey, the Guardian of the Realm, attending the Harrenhal Tournament in person to witness the bravery of the knights of the Seven Kingdoms."

Joy suddenly filled his face. Joffrey opened his eyes wide and looked at Barristan, "Does my grandfather know about this? Duke Attis invited me."

Barristan frowned slightly, "I don't know, it's just that there were two letters sent from Harrenhal, and there should be a similar invitation letter in the hands of Grand Maester Pycelle as a backup."

"Hmph!" Joffrey frowned in disgust, "These people must report to Tywin first. There has never been a king in their eyes." He opened the letter, "Duke Attis's invitation, as a king, it is impossible not to agree. What's more, he is engaged to my sister, so I want to go even more."

(End of this chapter)