"cheers..."

......

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Before the person arrived, the voice came first.

Morgan looked up and saw Sansa Stark, who looked quiet and ladylike in a light blue dress and Arya Stark, who was wearing simple braids and short jackets and trousers similar to tight clothes, appeared in front of him.

Among them, Arya Stark was staring at the fragrant sausage in Morgan's hand and swallowing.

Sansa Stark stood aside, looking at her sister's appearance, listening to her sister's saliva, she felt that it was too rude and embarrassing.

She regretted that she had just heard her sister encourage her to come with her.

"I want to eat roasted by myself..."

He smiled at Arya Stark, pointing to the food and grilled fork on the small table beside him.

These days, he had long seen the character of the little girl Arya.

Arya didn't be polite to Morgan, and immediately ran to the small table, picked up the grilled fork and started skewers of sausages by herself.

Although her sister Sansa Stark was angry about her sister Arya's rudeness.

But she had already known her sister's personality.

It's not going to be anything.

In addition, over the past few months, I have become familiar with Morgan, the handsome swordsman who is protecting me.

Then he agreed to get off the carriage and come to Morgan to walk around.

"His Excellency Morgan..."

Sansa Stark nodded slightly at Morgan.

Morgan smiled and said, "Don't be so reserved. If you want to eat, let Arya bake it for you."

"It's time for you to go out for a walk. People who have been in the car for so long will be depressed..."

Morgan said as he reached out to wave to the guard not far away.

Soon, a guard ran over quickly.

"Find a stool for Miss Sansa..."

The guard glanced at the two Miss Stark and asked, "Is it just one?"

Morgan turned his head and was about to speak when he saw Arya sitting on the wilderness grass.

He immediately said, "Only one..."

After Morgan gave the order, the guards quickly left.

He could sit on the wilderness grass mixed with yellow and green, and Sansa Stark was not good at marrying Prince Joffrey Baratheon.

As for Arya, the second daughter of the Stark family, who is also the great nobleman, this is an exception.

"Yes, I say the same, but she always likes to stay in the carriage..."

Arya responded with a grilled sausage in a scrupulous manner.

Sansa did not argue with her sister either, but just sat quietly on a small stool and roasted on the fire.

Not long after.

When Morgan finished his second skewer of grilled sausage.

The sound of two footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

Morgan looked up and saw Joffrey Baratheon in burgundy hardcover coming.

Behind him, Sandor Clicang, the "hunter" with half of his face was ferocious, terrifying and ugly.

"On such a night, it's a very good choice to have a barbecue for dinner..."

Joffrey Baratheon said as he looked at the three people under the tree.

Morgan looked up at Joffrey and said casually: "Your Highness the Prince doesn't mind the simple food, it's OK..."

Morgan said as he made an invitation gesture to Joffrey Baratheon.

Although I don't want this irritable, irritable naughty child to deal with.

But this time he was ordered by Ed Stark to take care of Sansa and Arya as Sansa Stark's fiancé.

Morgan could not avoid contacting this naughty prince.

But even if it's contact.

It just stopped at the simplest level.

Perhaps it was because I had seen the terrifying giant bear hunted by Morgan at the hunting conference in Winterfell.

Maybe I have heard of Morgan's powerful reputation.

Joffrey Baratheon was still performing normally in front of Morgan.

"Then I'm not polite, Mr. Morgan..."

Joffrey said, but his eyes stopped on Sansa Stark, and then ordered the hunting dog Sandor Clicar to find a stool and sit next to Sansa Stark.

Joffrey Baratheon sat in front of the bonfire, and Sandor Clicarn, the hunting dog who was guarding, could not sit beside Morgan and grill the fire as usual.

Morgan glanced at the hunting dog standing behind Joffrey, raised his hand and threw the newly roasted sausage in his hand with a grilled fork.

When he threw it, Joffrey, who was talking to Sansa, turned his head and was shocked when he looked at the flying fork. Just as he was about to reach out to resist, he saw the sausage flying over his head.

The hunting dog Sandor Clicang did not notice Joffrey's unusualness, and took the fork without hesitation and chewed at the grilled sausage.

Only Morgan was scared by one hand that Joffre was a little ugly inside.

In front of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister, his behavior just now was a bit embarrassing.

Joffrey was angry, and the nameless fire suddenly rose.

He suddenly looked up at the sharpshooter Morgan, the initiator in front of him.

I saw the other party's extremely cold eyes looking at him.

Joffrey was shocked. When he was seen by the other party's eyes, he seemed to feel a chill rising from his heart, extinguishing the fury that had just burned.

I dare not look at Morgan's eyes again.

Joffrey had no choice but to turn his head and glared at Sandor, who was still eating grilled sausages.

Only then did Sandor Clicang realize something was happening.

But at this moment, considering the Morgan's force in front of him, Joffrey Baratheon, who was furious, suddenly stood up and was about to turn around and leave.

But I still remember that my fiancée was still beside me, and then looked at Sansa beside me. Stark said, "I'll leave first."

He ignored Morgan and Arya Stark and turned around and left.

Hunter Sandor Crigan stuffed the last bite of the grilled sausage into his mouth, returned the fork to Morgan and immediately followed.

"Is he angry?"

Arya Stark looked at Joffrey Baratheon's hurried departure and asked.

"Maybe it..."

Morgan said casually, raising his hand and tugging the bacon and baked it on the bonfire.

"Then why is he angry?"

Arya continued to ask.

But this time, without waiting for Arya to answer, Sansa Stark suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go back first."

As he said that, he reached out to pull the sister beside him.

Arya shook her sister's hand without hesitation and immediately said, "I haven't eaten enough yet."

"If you want to go back, go back by yourself!"

Sansa Stark looked a little ugly. After nodding at Morgan, he turned around and quickly walked away from the bonfire.

Morgan looked at Sansa Stark's back as he left, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

Joffrey Baratheon quickly left the bonfire area behind, looked angry, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "I want to kill Morgan!"

"I want him to kneel down and beg me for mercy like a dog!"

Jover's color was twisted and ferocious inside, and he growled at the hunting dog Sandor Clicang who was chasing behind him.

Be patient for a while and calm the waves, and take a step back and think about it, the more angry you become.

This is the state of Joffrey's extremely furious at this moment.
To be continued...