Chapter 458 The Wind Rises

  Although it was just after noon, King's Landing City was pitch black at this time.

  The storm swept over, covering everything in this world. Dark red lightning across the sky from time to time left shocking arc traces on the window glass, followed by deafening thunder.

  The location of the Red Castle seemed to be at the center of the storm, and the continuous lightning and violent thunder seemed to erase this majestic castle, which symbolized the core of power of the Seven Kingdoms, from the world at any time.

   "Miss Sansa, don't be afraid, this is just an ordinary thunderstorm." The maid who served her bath comforted her.

  I don't know if the bath water is too hot, or the maid scrubs too hard, or Sansa's skin is too delicate, at this moment she has a faint blush all over her body.

   "I'm not afraid." Sansa quibbled, "I just... think this storm is too strange. It was still sunny just now."

   "The weather in Blackwater Bay sometimes changes." The maid helped Sansa clean her body, and then combed her maroon hair into soft curls and put it on her shoulders. "Please choose a perfume."

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   It has been a long time since she has enjoyed such treatment as a noble lady.

   "Just this bottle." Sansa chose a bottle of sweet and strong perfume, mixed with a hint of lemon.

   "Okay, miss." The maid poured the perfume between her fingers, and lightly touched Sansa's ear, chin, and side of her face.

   Followed by attire.

  Sansa put on the silk underwear by herself, and saw the maid holding a palace dress made of ivory satin and silver silk thread.

  This is an adult dress, not a girl's dress, she is sure.

  The V-shaped opening of the bodice almost exposed to the lower abdomen, and it was decorated with intricate Myrish lace. The waist was so thin that Sansa had to hold her breath so that the maid could help her tighten the belt.

  The new shoes are light gray deerskin, wrapped around the feet, soft and comfortable.

   "You are so beautiful." The maid couldn't help but praised.

   "Really?" Sansa giggled coquettishly, twirling happily, her skirt fluttering like flowers in full bloom.

   "Yes. You will captivate the young men of King's Landing!"

  Including Caesar? Sansa didn't know why the idea had suddenly occurred to her.

  Because he is the savior of the Stark family. She quickly found a reason for herself.

  Unfortunately, he is already married.

  A blush appeared on Sansa's delicate and pretty face, making her even more charming.

   "Wow! How do you dress like your mother!" My younger sister Arya suddenly ran in from the door and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

   "You care about me!" Sansa raised her chest, glanced at her younger sister's gray vest, and asked doubtfully, "Did they prepare new clothes for you?"

   "I don't wear clothes from Lannister, it stinks."

   "We are going to meet His Majesty the Storm King later, so we must dress decently!"

   "Sam won't mind." Arya looked like I knew him well.

   "This is the etiquette that a lady should have!" Sansa reprimanded, "Also, don't call your Majesty that way in person!"

   "I'm not a lady." Arya said with a smile.

  Sansa had no choice but to give up on her cheeky sister.

  The two sisters left the room together. At this time, the wind and rain were raging outside, and lightning bolts climbed across the dark sky, as if the end was coming, which was extremely terrifying.

  Sansa carefully walked sideways in the corridor, but the skirt was still wet by the raindrops floating in, which made her very annoyed.

   Arya didn't care much, but began to worry about the situation outside the city:

   "Sam will be drenched when he enters the city. Tsk tsk, don't the gods welcome him to King's Landing?"

   "Don't talk nonsense!" Sansa glared at her sister. If she could, she really wished Arya could keep silent, it would be a lot cuter.

   "I think it's quite the opposite." A soft and greasy voice sounded from the front.

   "Lord Varys." Sansa lifted her skirt and bowed her knees.

  Arya asked carelessly: "What's the opposite?"

  Varys smiled and said:

   "About whether the gods welcome Caesar to come to rule. I think this storm is a ceremony for the gods to welcome him. After all, he is the Storm King."

   "What you said is too reasonable." Sansa responded quickly.

   "Let's go, two beautiful ladies, let's go to the throne room and wait. His Majesty Caesar and the adults should be arriving soon."

"good."

  When the three of them came to the throne room, they saw that many nobles had gathered here, but most of them were ladies. The lords and knights should have gone outside the city to surrender to Caesar.

  The leader is of course the Queen Mother Cersei Lannister, but her complexion is not very good at this time, and her fair skin has now become as pale as a soaked corpse. She is wearing a crimson velvet dress with golden stripes, but it is difficult to conceal the decadent atmosphere.

  The archbishop wearing a crystal crown was standing beside Cersei, whispering something. In such a cold weather, he was actually sweating profusely.

  The rest of the ladies were also discussing, although their faces were not as ugly as Cersei's, but their eyes were also full of worry.

  Sansa had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and her heart was filled with a kind of revengeful pleasure.

  The only pity is that the traitors who betrayed the Stark family cannot be killed.

   Seeing the two sisters walk in, the hall fell silent.

  Sir Willis Manderly's wife, Lady Ria, was the first to greet Sansa and kiss the two sisters on the cheek.

   Then the northern nobles also stepped forward.

  Sansa forced herself to keep smiling, until the Countess Ballerina from Barrenton came over, she finally couldn't control her emotions and asked:

   "Why did you betray the Stark family?"

  Mrs. Ballet stopped, looked at Sansa for a moment, and said calmly:

   "Betrayal doesn't need a reason, but loyalty is. If you have the opportunity, you can ask Ed Stark yourself if he really didn't give the northerners a reason to betray?"

   "The gods will not spare the traitor!" Arya cried.

   "But His Majesty Caesar will forgive us." Mrs. Ballerina said no more, turned and left.

   Just when the atmosphere in the hall became a little stiff, a low horn sounded suddenly.

  Even the bursts of thunder could not completely cover it up. Everyone froze, shocked by the meaning of the horn.

   "What's wrong?" Arya asked puzzled.

  Sansa also noticed the change in the atmosphere, and quickly turned her head to look at Varys with a questioning look.

  Seeing that the chief of intelligence was frowning at this time, he was a little unbelievable, but facing the eyes of the two sisters, he still opened his mouth to explain:

   "This is the battle cry."

  (end of this chapter)