"Your mount is actually a lion. Where did you tame it?" Arya continued to ask.
"On the Great Grass Sea! But he is not just my mount, he is also my companion," Mufasa replied. He had two swift horses, Red Hare and Wu Zhui, which he had also brought along this time.
The reason he rode the lion into Winterfell was simple: it was cool!
After seeing him, many people definitely couldn't resist asking others: Who is that young man riding the lion?
Mufasa's popularity value was constantly rising.
"You have a lion, but we siblings have wolves. They're no worse than yours!" Arya asserted.
"Can I see your wolves?" Mufasa asked.
"Alright, follow me!"
Arya prepared to take Mufasa to her bedroom to meet Nymeria.
It was then that Catelyn Tully finally spoke up.
"Arya, it is improper to invite a knight into your private chambers! Ser Mufasa, she is still young, please forgive her." Catelyn Tully offered an apologetic smile.
"Lady Stark, you are too kind! I had already heard that Eddard Stark's six children received six direwolf pups. They truly are like brothers and sisters!" Mufasa chuckled.
Catelyn Tully felt a prickle of discomfort, sensing a subtle barb in Mufasa's words.
"Is that so? We three siblings also have our own little lions. We'll see whose is mightier then—the lion or the more fearsome wolf," Joffrey interjected.
Joffrey, having seen Eddard Stark, thought he wasn't handsome at all, falling far short of his own father in his youth.
Moreover, Eddard Stark's son, Robb Stark, was much shorter than him, even though Robb was older.
"Your Grace, please follow me to the Great Hearth Hall! It will be warmer there."
Catelyn Tully invited Cersei into the hall. They also took Sansa and Myrcella with them, as those two were more obedient.
The others remained outside.
Mufasa, Joffrey, and Tommen.
Robb, Jon, Theon, Bran, and Arya.
The two groups seemed to form a stark contrast.
At this moment, Jojen Reed, the crannogman boy who had come with the procession, walked up to Bran.
"Bran, have you seen the Three-Eyed Raven yet?" he asked.
"The Three-Eyed Raven? What is that? And who are you?" Bran looked confusedly at the green-eyed person. His eyes were a different shade of green than those of the Lannister family.
The Lannisters' green eyes were like emeralds, while Jojen Reed's green eyes resembled moss.
"I am Jojen Reed, son of the Lord of Greywater Watch," he said.
"You're Howland Reed's son? My father sends gifts to your father every year," Bran replied. He knew their fathers seemed to share some special bond of friendship.
"Come with me, Bran! I'll take you to see the Three-Eyed Raven."
Jojen Reed took Bran's hand and led him toward a ruined tower.
Joffrey, meanwhile, was getting bored. He looked at Robb Stark and asked.
"Do you have any game here in the North? Why don't we go hunting? Although my swordsmanship isn't as good as Mufasa's, my skill with a bow and crossbow surpasses his." Joffrey said.
"Is that so? Is Ser Mufasa truly so skilled with a sword? Why don't we have a match?" Robb Stark said excitedly.
Mufasa shook his head.
"Instead of you, I'd rather have your bastard brother as my opponent. Jon Snow, isn't it? Come, let's have a bout!" Mufasa challenged.
Jon Snow didn't know why Mufasa suddenly wanted to spar with him. Ignoring Robb Stark's slightly displeased expression, he readily agreed.
Mufasa and Jon Snow went to the training yard.
Both men selected a blunted practice sword.
Mufasa held his sword single-handed, giving Jon Snow a sidelong glance.
"Come at me! Bastard brother. If you can defeat me, I will tell you a secret about yourself!" Mufasa said.
"And if I lose?" Jon asked.
"Then I will tell you a secret about myself!" Mufasa replied.
"It seems whether I win or lose, I'll learn a secret! No loss there!" Jon commented.
With that, Jon Snow charged at Mufasa.
The two began to fight.
As Mufasa exchanged blows with him, he checked Jon's stats.
"Name: Jon Snow"
"Identity: Surviving son of Prince Rhaegar of the former dynasty"
"Profession: None"
"Strength: 13"
"Speed: 13"
"Intelligence: 13"
"Spirit: 13"
"Magic Power: 13"
"Talent: Warg"
"Sure enough, Jon is Rhaegar's son. But is his mother necessarily Lyanna?" Mufasa wondered.
"I wonder if Robert would be so furious that he'd break off his friendship with Eddard if he learned Jon Snow was the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna!" he thought to himself.
If Robert knew Jon's identity—that he was the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna—and tried to kill Jon Snow, Eddard Stark might turn against Robert. In that case, Ned would never agree to go to King's Landing as Hand of the King.
But if Mufasa were to expose this, just like exposing Mance Rayder, he would have no proof!
Mufasa stopped thinking and promptly knocked Jon Snow down.
Lying on the ground, Jon Snow felt for a moment as if he were a lone wolf encountering a fierce male lion, only to be struck down by a powerful swipe of its paw.
This feeling brought back memories of his childhood training under Ser Rodrik.
That is, the gap in strength between the two sides was enormous.
"Jon Snow! You lost. As agreed, I shall tell you a secret of mine."
Mufasa helped Jon Snow up and whispered in his ear.
"Actually, I am also a bastard! Rumor has it I am the child of Jaime Lannister and a whore from King's Landing! Is that secret shocking enough?"
Jon Snow's eyes registered disbelief.
"How could you be a..." He trailed off.
"My bastard brother, do not grieve, do not fret. Perhaps one day your true identity will be revealed to the world," Mufasa said.
Jon Snow seemed lost in thought; he walked to the side and fell silent.
Seeing Jon defeated in the sword fight, Robb Stark shouted at Mufasa.
"If you're so capable, let's compare spear skills! With real weapons!"
Robb Stark selected a long spear he was most familiar with, gripping it tightly, and looked at Mufasa.
Although Mufasa's spear skills weren't his strongest suit, his spear was definitely superior to Robb's.
Mufasa pulled out his Valyrian steel spear, instantly capturing Robb's attention.
"That is a fine spear! But if the wielder is too weak, he cannot unleash its full power. Let's make a wager! If I win, your spear must be mine!" Robb Stark declared. He had set his eyes on Mufasa's spear.
Mufasa looked at Robb with amusement.
"And if you lose, what will you offer?" Mufasa asked.
"What do you want?" Robb Stark countered.
"If I win, you must have your two sisters each give me a kiss. How about that?"
Mufasa proposed.
"That?" Robb Stark hesitated slightly, but ultimately, believing in his own superior skill, he was certain he could defeat Mufasa, so he agreed.
"Everyone listen up! Robb Stark said that if he loses to me, his two sisters will each give me a kiss. You are all my witnesses!" Mufasa yelled out.
There were many people in the training yard, not just their small group.
"Go Mufasa!"
"Go Mufasa!"
Joffrey and Tommen began cheering for Mufasa.
"Go Robb, go Robb!" Theon began cheering for Robb.
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