The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“Hmph, how dare a lowly commoner lay a hand on a noble lady!” Joffrey shouted furiously.

Mycah turned and saw the enraged prince, startled, his face immediately changed, he immediately dropped the sharpened wooden stick in his hand, and said tremblingly: "Your Highness... it's Arya... she forced me to practice swords with her..."

Joffrey was very happy to see Mycah's fear of him, he jumped off his horse, Sansa worriedly called out 'Be careful', this sentence made him feel even more comfortable, he landed steadily, the corners of his mouth raised, and he drew the precious sword from his waist with a whoosh, the tip of the sword pointed at Mycah: "Pick up your sword!" he ordered sternly.

Mycah was frightened, he wanted to turn around and run away, but he didn't dare to move. Naturally, Mycah didn't dare to pick up his 'sword'!

Arya shouted from behind Joffrey: "Joffrey, get out of here, we're practicing swords!"

Sansa just got off her horse, startled, and said: "Arya, how can you be so rude to the prince, quickly apologize to the prince!"

"I won't apologize to him!" Arya spat.

Sansa whipped away the two horses, then turned to Joffrey with deep apology, saying: "Your Highness, please forgive my sister's rudeness!"

Joffrey felt extremely comfortable, he was in love with Sansa, and smiled: "Miss Sansa, as a prince, I will not bother with Arya." He turned to face the frightened Mycah, "Boy, pick up your sword and let me show you what real swordsmanship is." He flicked his wrist, and the sword swiped past Mycah's side.

The butcher's son was already scared silly, he was usually very wild, but he only dared to play with noble ladies like Arya, if it were Sansa or the daughters of other knights, he wouldn't even have the courage to talk to them.

Mycah subconsciously repeated: "...Your Highness... it's Arya... she forced me to practice swords!"

"Is Arya's name something you can call? She is Lady Stark, your liege lord. You lowly dog, who gave you the courage to hit the liege lord's daughter?"

"Joffrey, this is none of your business!" Arya shouted angrily.

Arya rudely called Joffrey by his name, which made Sansa feel ashamed: "Arya, how can you have no manners at all, I will tell Father!"

"Go ahead and tell him, I hate you two, Sansa, take your prince and get lost!"

Sansa was trembling with anger at Arya's rudeness!

Joffrey did not bother with Arya, he was a prince, a gentleman, and had to show his demeanor in front of the lady Sansa.

Joffrey had a mocking smile on his face, his sword pointed at Mycah's face little by little: "You little bastard, if you don't dare to pick up your sword, then I will leave a mark on your face, this is the prince's punishment for you."

The sword extended to Mycah's face, the tip of the sword pierced Mycah's face, and blood flowed out.

"Don't move, let me carve a cross on your face, and I will spare you!" Joffrey's mouth curled up, a smile hung on his lips, very smug.

Smack!

With a loud noise, Arya's training sword slammed into the back of Joffrey's head, causing Joffrey to stagger, the prince was completely stunned. Sansa also widened her beautiful eyes in surprise, unable to believe that Arya had attacked the prince from behind.

"Mycah, run!" Arya shouted.

Mycah immediately turned and fled!

The Mountain behind the bushes knew that tonight, this butcher's son would be caught and beheaded by his own younger brother, Sandor Clegane, the Hound.

Mycah didn't dare to go back to Harroway Town, he knew the consequences of offending the prince, he ran along the river, jumped over bushes, and saw a burly man lazily lying on the grass looking at him. This man was very strong, Mycah had never seen such a strong person, not far from the strong man, at the edge of the forest, there were three very tall horses grazing.

Mycah didn't hesitate, escaping was the most important thing, he bypassed the Mountain, he didn't know where he should go, so he desperately ran forward along the river.

The Mountain noticed that Mycah was barefoot.

The butcher's child, and it was summer, being barefoot was normal!

On the Ruby Ford, Joffrey reached out and touched the back of his head, he saw blood. This made his eyes widen in disbelief.

"Blood!" His voice revealed horror, "Blood!" he said, he looked at Arya, his handsome face distorted, "You cut me!" His eyes could not hide the horror.

Arya was also afraid, she only began to regret after her angry blow: "Mycah is my friend, you shouldn't hurt him with a sword!" she shouted.

"I'm going to kill you!" Joffrey suddenly remembered his noble status as a prince, "I am a prince, the heir to the Iron Throne, I'm going to kill you!" He waved his sword and stabbed at Arya.

Smack!

Arya dodged and counterattacked, the training sword hit Joffrey's wrist.

Joffrey was furious: "I am a prince, how dare you hit me!" He held the sword with both hands to increase his strength and waved wildly at Arya. Arya nimbly jumped around, the training sword slashed horizontally, smack, hitting Joffrey's arm. Although Joffrey was only twelve years old this year, he was taller than fifteen or sixteen-year-olds. Jon Snow and Robb Stark, both fifteen years old, were not as tall as Joffrey.

Joffrey was very strong, he endured the pain and counterattacked, raising his arm sharply, and Arya's training sword was knocked away.

Joffrey was overjoyed, excitedly waving his sword and slashing wildly at Arya, Arya retreated step by step, and with a plop, fell to the grass.

Sansa Stark was frightened and shouted loudly to stop him, but Joffrey couldn't hear Sansa's shouts. He raised his sword and slashed at Arya's face as she lay on the ground, and amidst Sansa's exclamation, a black shadow swooped up, knocking Joffrey down, opening its big mouth, and biting Joffrey's wrist holding the sword.

Joffrey's screams rang out!

Arya rolled over and got up, shouting: "Nymeria, let him go!"

Arya's pet direwolf Nymeria released the prince's wrist, the prince's wrist was bloody and had been bitten by the direwolf.

Arya shouted at Joffrey: "Joffrey, this is all your fault, we were practicing swords here, but you came to hurt my friend." The little girl was very angry, she picked up the prince's sword from the ground and threw the sword into the river with force!

The Mountain felt a little regret in his heart, the prince's sword was made by a famous master, from the hands of Master Tobho Mott, named Lion's Tooth. The sword body was made of fine steel, with a blue light, double-edged, the hilt was wrapped in leather, and the end was a golden lion's head. The Mountain decided to retrieve the sword later, his wine servant Burney was still short of a good sword, and that was this Lion's Tooth.

"Arya, you've caused a big trouble, and you still dare to yell." Sansa was shocked, and ran over to help up the prince who was trembling with fear. The direwolf is a very fierce beast, and when it grows up, it is as big as a pony, and can fight lions and shadow lynxes, and is the king of wolves.

Each of the Stark family's six children raised a direwolf. In a few months, the direwolves had the size of hounds, but they were still direwolf cubs, far from being grown up.

Sansa helped the prince onto his horse, and then the two rode away from the Ruby Ford.

Arya knew she was in trouble, she didn't dare to go back, and she didn't dare to ride away the soldiers' warhorses, each warhorse was carefully trained and was worth a lot. Warhorses recognize horses, and they will go back by themselves later. Even if they don't go back, the servants will come to find them.

Arya remembered the direction Mycah had escaped, and took the direwolf and fled upstream along the river, she ran across a large meadow, jumped over bushes, and then saw a giant-like strong man sitting in the grass, smiling and looking at her.

Arya immediately stopped, her vigilant eyes staring at the Mountain. Her Nymeria also stared at the Mountain, making a threatening growl.

The Mountain smiled: "Arya, where are you planning to run to? Your direwolf bit the prince, your friend Mycah offended the prince, tsk tsk, you've caused a big trouble this time, Mycah can't escape, he will be beheaded; your Nymeria can't be raised either, the prince will ask his father to kill her. However, if you need a witness to prove that Joffrey provoked you first and slashed at you, I am willing to stand up and testify for you. How about it? Do you dare to come with me?! In the evening, we will go to see the king together."

"Who are you?" Arya's heart skipped a beat.

But the Mountain could tell from the little girl's eyes that the little girl was very alert and did not easily believe his words.

Thank you for the reward, thank you, shake hands from forty meters away.