"Good heavens, you're becoming less and less like a lion," Mufasa couldn't help but say.
"Could it be that if I let you evolve further, you'll turn into some kind of sphinx with a scorpion's tail?" Mufasa mused.
Just then, Sansa Stark came to find Mufasa. He was a little puzzled by her visit.
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Sansa Stark, holding her direwolf Lady by the leash, cautiously approached Mufasa.
"Ser Mufasa, Hrakkar seems to have grown even bigger! And how did he grow horns?" Sansa Stark asked, astonished, looking at the white lion Hrakkar.
"Perhaps the Old Gods in the Godwood saw his extraordinary might and bestowed more power upon him," Mufasa replied.
If it were Arya listening, she would have pressed for details, but Sansa Stark wouldn't do that.
Blushing, she walked towards Mufasa, step by step.
"Ser Mufasa, I'm here to fulfill our agreement!"
"Agreement? What agreement do you and I have?" Mufasa asked curiously.
"My brother Robb lost to you, and I promised to give you a kiss."
Sansa took advantage of Mufasa's inattention and kissed him on the cheek, then looked at him shyly.
"Don't mess with me! Joffrey is my brother! What if Cersei and the others find out you kissed me? That would be terrible!" Mufasa thought to himself.
However, on the surface, he calmly nodded.
"Now our agreement is complete! There is no longer anything owed between us! Miss Sansa, I look forward to the great honor you will receive if you go to King's Landing. The noble ladies there will surely envy your beauty!" Mufasa said.
Sansa Stark's smile grew even wider, and she took out a handkerchief from her embrace, preparing to give it to Mufasa.
"I embroidered a handkerchief when I was doing needlework with Myrcella earlier; I hope you'll accept it!"
Mufasa looked at the handkerchief she offered, unsure whether he should accept it.
However, there was a majestic white male lion embroidered on the handkerchief, and Mufasa knew he couldn't refuse it. If others saw it, it would lead to more misunderstandings.
Mufasa took the handkerchief and thanked Sansa. Then he felt he should return the favor.
So he took out a ruby necklace and gave it to her.
"Miss Sansa, this ruby necklace suits your hair very well; I hope you like it."
Sansa Stark was overjoyed, taking the necklace with both hands. But then she turned sideways and looked at Mufasa.
"Could you please help me put it on?" she asked softly.
Mufasa picked up the necklace, walked behind her, lifted her hair, and prepared to put it on her.
Just then, a lion's roar, and Myrcella arrived with her lion, Joanna.
"What are you two doing? Hrakkar has gotten so big, and how did he grow two horns?"
Myrcella's arrival stopped any further actions between the two. She walked over to Hrakkar and stroked his mane.
"Brother, I heard that horsehair is best for making instrument strings. Can I go and cut some tail hair from Uzhui and Red Hare?" Myrcella asked.
"Don't go, they'll kick you. I'll go cut it for you," Mufasa said.
"Yay, let's go quickly!"
Myrcella linked arms with Mufasa and left. Sansa Stark tightly clutched the necklace in her palm, her eyes showing a look of defiance.
When Myrcella linked arms with Mufasa, he distinctly felt her grip was stronger than usual, as if she sensed some threat.
"What's wrong, Myrcella! Are you not wearing enough, do you feel a bit cold? That's right, this is the North after all!" Mufasa said.
Myrcella hugged Mufasa even tighter.
"Holding Big Brother tighter will make me warmer!" she laughed.
When they arrived at the stables, they saw that many people had already gathered there, and Theon was lying on the ground groaning.
"What happened?" Mufasa walked forward and asked.
The others quickly bowed upon seeing Myrcella.
"Your Royal Highness! Ser Mufasa!"
"Ser Mufasa, it's like this: Theon saw your horses were rare steeds and wanted to breed them with Winterfell's horses, but Uzhui kicked him."
Jon Snow said.
"Mufasa, please don't be angry! I tried to dissuade him, but he wouldn't listen!" Jon Snow said with a helpless expression.
"Then he truly deserved it!" Mufasa sneered.
"Theon, I'll help you find Maester Luwin!" Jon Snow offered.
"Get away, I can manage myself!"
Theon pushed Jon Snow away, then shot Mufasa a resentful look before hunching over and leaving.
"It seems he's badly injured! At least a few broken ribs! He really brought it upon himself!" Mufasa exclaimed.
Next, Mufasa cut some hair from the tails of Uzhui and Red Hare, then sent it to Septa Mordane in Winterfell, asking her to help make instrument strings.
"These are the finest horsehairs I've ever seen; I will definitely make the best instrument to repay Ser Mufasa!" Septa Mordane said.
"Just give it to Myrcella then; she's the one who wants to play! Though she's never played very well, not as well as Mance Rayder!" Mufasa said.
His words earned him a glare from Myrcella, but she was also feeling guilty and didn't say much.
However, Myrcella said to herself in her heart, "I must practice playing well and then play for Big Brother Mufasa!"
The injuries sustained by Rattleshirt and his men were not light; some had their hands bitten off by Hrakkar, others were severely scratched. However, they were all lucky, because their companions had all died directly. They still had a few more days to live.
Mufasa also visited the wildlings confined in the cells during this time. Their spirits weren't low, as they were well-fed and well-drank in Winterfell's cells, and Maester Luwin would inspect their wounds daily.
"I heard that the hot springs in Winterfell are the best; I wonder if we can soak in them before we die!" a wildling said.
So Eddard Stark ordered them to go to a small hot spring for a bath, fulfilling their last wish.
However, that wildling had a sudden idea while soaking in the hot spring; he actually wanted to try swimming out from under the water. He tried hard to dive to the bottom of the hot spring, looking for an exit, but what happened was that he ended up floating in the hot spring, almost dying.
Fortunately, Maester Luwin, having spent a long time with Theon, had learned the Ironborn's CPR techniques and saved him.
"You weren't really trying to soak in the hot spring, but rather thinking of escaping. But beneath the hot spring is lava. You were lucky this time not to die. Just honestly wait for your wounds to heal and participate in the trial by combat!" Maester Luwin said to the wildling who had almost drowned
He then realized that this wildling was not very old, seemingly about the same age as Robb and Jon. He couldn't help but ask his age.
"What's your name, and how old are you?"
"My name is Aguda, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm a raider, specializing in dealing with crows!" the young Aguda said.
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