Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Arya, are you...are you okay?" he asked reluctantly.

"I'm fine, but you...how's your arm?" Arya's voice was filled with worry and anxiety.

"It's okay, just a little hurt." Joffrey forced a smile, although his face had turned pale.

They continued to move forward with difficulty. Although Joffrey's arm was seriously injured, they still tried to keep moving forward. Arya's eyes flashed with determination. She was determined to protect her friends and prevent any danger from coming again.

When they finally reached their home, Joffrey was too weak from blood loss to stand, and Arya carefully helped him to the bed, then hurried to find herbs to heal his wounds.

Joffrey lay in agony, his injured arm carefully bandaged. He knew the injury was serious, and he had no intention of letting it go.

"Dad, Mom!" he shouted with all his strength.

Soon, his parents rushed into the room, and when they saw their son injured, they showed worried expressions.

"Frey, what's wrong with you?" his mother asked anxiously.

"I was bitten by Arya's wolf!" Joffrey said angrily.

His parents were stunned; they were shocked by the news.

"Arya?" they asked in unison.

"Yes, that damned wolf of hers bit me!" Joffrey gritted his teeth.

His parents exchanged glances, obviously puzzled by the news.

"Forry, are you sure it's her wolf?" his father asked.

"Of course I did! I saw it with my own eyes!" Joffrey answered flatly.

Just then, Sansa walked in, not knowing what was going on.

"What happened?" she asked with concern.

Joffrey immediately pointed at Arya, "That's her! Her wolf bit me!"

Sansa's eyes widened as she looked at her brother in disbelief, "Arya? Are you sure?"

"I am sure!" Joffrey nodded firmly.

Sansa was silent for a moment. She knew who to trust, but she decided to find out the truth first.

“I’ll ask Arya,” she said. “We need to find out what happened first.”

Joffrey's parents also nodded, they knew that this matter could not be easily let go.

Sansa was full of contradictions. She knew that Arya was not the kind of person who would intentionally hurt others, but she was not sure that she had done nothing wrong. So she decided to find Arya first and listen to her explanation.

In the castle courtyard, Arya was taking care of her direwolf. She looked a little melancholy, as if she was thinking about something. Sansa approached quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

"Arya, can I speak to you for a moment?" Sansa asked softly.

Arya looked up and saw it was Sansa. She smiled, "Of course, sister."

Sansa walked up to her and was silent for a while before finally speaking, "I want to talk to you about Joffrey."

Arya's expression changed, but she still looked at Sansa gently, "Okay, sister, what do you want to know?"

Sansa felt her heart beating. She didn't know how to speak. "Joffrey told us that he was injured. It was bitten by your wolf."

Arya's brow furrowed slightly, "Yes, but it was an accident."

"I'm sure you didn't mean it," Sansa said hastily, "but I need to know the truth."

Arya sighed, "That day, I was out playing with my direwolves, and they were chasing each other along the river. Joffrey came over, and he saw me with the wolves, and seemed a little panicked. Then, he suddenly pointed his finger at one of my wolves, as if to provoke him."

"He challenged me?" Sansa was surprised.

“Yes. I think my wolf felt threatened, and so it fought back,” Arya explained. “I tried to stop it, but it was too late.”

Sansa listened in silence, and the truth of the matter began to sink in. She knew she had to make a difficult decision.

"Thank you for telling me the truth, Arya," Sansa said. "I will speak to Joffrey."

Arya nodded, knowing Sansa would make the right decision.

In Daenerys' life, there is an older female attendant named Elena. She has served in the palace for many years and is familiar with the etiquette and details of the court. Elena noticed that the young Daenerys seemed a little restrained when in close contact with her husband, so she decided to teach her some skills to please men.

On a sunny morning, Daenerys followed Elena to the palace garden. The garden was full of colorful flowers, and the breeze blew, bringing the fragrance of flowers. Elena chose a secluded corner and began her explanation.

"Daenerys, it's not difficult to please men. The key is to know how to capture their hearts." Elena said softly, "First, you must learn to walk gracefully and keep an upright posture. This will make you look more confident."

Daenerys listened with great interest. She carefully imitated Elena's movements, trying to incorporate the elegant steps into her own walking.

"Next, eye contact is important." Elena continued to explain, "You have to learn to convey information with your eyes and let them feel your care and tenderness."

Daenerys smiled slightly and tried to look into Elena's eyes, conveying her feelings with a soft gaze.

"Finally, remember to learn to listen." Elena's voice was gentle but firm. "Men like to be listened to. They hope that their voices can be valued."

Daenerys nodded, determined to commit these tips to memory and use them to please her husband.

Seeing that Daenerys had already mastered some basic techniques, Elena began to guide her to practice. They walked to the center of the garden, where there was a small pavilion. Elena demonstrated how to sit gracefully in the pavilion and how to talk to the other party in a gentle tone, while Daenerys watched and learned carefully.

Gradually, Daenerys has a deeper understanding of these skills, and she began to confidently display her charm. When she is with her husband, she no longer feels restrained, but exudes a charming temperament.

Elena watched Daenerys' progress and nodded in satisfaction. "You are doing well, Daenerys. Remember, these skills will not only please your husband, but will also help you stand out in the court."

Daenerys looked at Elena gratefully, "Thank you, Elena. I will practice well."