Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

It is now midday.

The wedding banquet began at dusk, and the knights used the break to relax and train.

Dragonstone Island doesn't have any beautiful scenery; the air is filled with the smell of sulfur and sea salt.

Longshan is barren, with typical active volcanic landforms.

The lords and knights of the Riverlands followed Sir Justin Marseille to the courtyard of Dragonstone Castle, where the knights trained.

"My lords, King Robert and the others are in the courtyard watching the knights train, while Duke Stannis is still busy," the enthusiastic Sir Justin Marseille introduced.

"You're too kind," Edmure Tully replied.

"Tonight is a perfect time for a wedding night prank!" Earl Piper said crudely.

"Hahahaha." The feudal lords let out lewd laughter.

The wedding ceremony in Westeros was also very vulgar, comparable to a sexually suggestive wedding prank, sometimes involving stripping the bride and groom naked.

Sir Justin had a composed smile on his face; he was Robert's squire.

Logically speaking, the Marseille family wasn't a major feudal lord, so it would be difficult for them to rise rapidly in rank.

Sir Justin gained Robert's favor because of women; in short, he acted as a pimp.

He is still Stannis's vassal and looks very proud of himself.

However, Arthur knew in his heart that he would soon be laid off by Robert.

Robert and Cersei may seem to have a lukewarm relationship, but in reality, Cersei Lannister's influence through her pillow talk is quite strong.

Like Jon Arryn, Robert was dominated by women.

Robert's Stormlands squires will be gradually driven out of the court, leaving only the Westerlands squires, Lannister relatives.

In this situation, Robert Baratheon and Jon Arryn's fate was arguably their own doing.

The lords of Hejian were the last to arrive; all the other guests had already arrived.

Dragonstone Castle is now very crowded, with many areas already used for guests to set up camp, leaving only the inner courtyard for guests to train.

When Arthur arrived, the knights and servants in the courtyard were training.

Colorful flags fluttered in the courtyard.

Crowned Buck, Crescent Falcon, Green Rose, Red Gold Fox, Sprinter Hunter, and so on.

This training ground is too crowded; currently, it's mainly used for sword and shield training and spear training.

"Bang! Bang!"

The servants, fighting with all their might, slashed at each other with blunt swords. The skilled ones cut down the mediocre ones, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

The knights gripped their lances and thrust them forcefully at the upright targets.

"I've hit the target!" The knight who had pierced the target laughed heartily and raised his jousting spear.

"Your Majesty, esteemed lords, the lords of the Riverlands have arrived," Sir Justin Marseille announced.

"Very good." Robert Baratheon, wearing a golden stag antler crown, sat on a chair atop the courtyard steps, still watching the jousting squires and knights.

The tall and imposing Robert was surrounded by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King, draped in a blue robe; Renly Baratheon, Duke of Storm's End; and Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden, draped in a green robe with purple trim.

Others include Earl Allister Florence, Earl Landau Tarly, Earl Pikester Redwin, and Earl Mattus Rowan.

Stannis and Celeste's wedding also represented the union of the Florent family of the Reach and the Baratheon branch of Dragonstone.

Although the Florentine family lacked considerable power, it was still a long-established and powerful feudal lord.

Earl Allister Florence's eldest son-in-law was Earl Randall Tarly, his second son-in-law was Earl Leighton Hightower, and his cousin's son-in-law was Stannis.

The Earl of Florence has always been keen on power and position, and this time he was quite pleased.

"Bring the wine!"

Robert's attendants refilled the king's wine.

Robert drank sack after sack, and his stubble was black and stiff, like steel wire.

"That's really nice!" Robert savored the taste, dressed in a golden brocade robe adorned with leaping stags.

Lanley, on the other hand, wore a green brocade outfit with a leaping stag on it.

Both brothers also had a penchant for extravagance.

Although it wasn't dinner time yet, Robert was already somewhat drunk.

With Cersei away in King's Landing, Robert began to let loose a bit.

Aside from the feudal lords who came to observe.

There were also women from the Reach, the Royal Territory, the Stormlands, and Dragonstone, especially the Florentine family's female guests.

The Florentine girls are quite distinctive, with their prominent, protruding ears being a clear indication of dominant genetic traits.

Mrs. Melissa, the wife of Randy Tully, is with her heir, Samwell.

A chubby little boy with a round face, dark hair, and gray eyes.

A short, pretty Florentine girl in a sky-blue dress flirted with King Robert, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her.

"You little whore!" Mace Tyrell's eyes blazed with fury.

The Florentine family has always been at odds with them, and now they've shamelessly seduced the king.

Their climbing up to Stannis was already incredibly audacious, but getting involved with Robert was even more outrageous.

The wealthy and powerful Earl of Brightwater, Alister Florent, happily pretended not to see it.

"There are even wild mandarin ducks to see here." Arthur didn't expect it to be so direct.

Without a doubt, this girl is Miss Deline Florence.

The bride's cousin, an admirer of King Robert.

"This is too much enthusiasm." The lords of the Riverlands looked at each other in surprise, and the king treated them as if they were family.

This is Robert, still a top succubus and sex fiend.

The Florentine girl's gaze towards King Robert was practically dripping with desire.

But surely the king wouldn't go this far; today is his brother's wedding day.

The only one not present is Stannis, the Duke of Dragonstone. The groom is very busy, and Stannis is not a skilled fighter in the arena.

With important figures like the King, Prime Minister, and Duke present, these knights and squires performed even more diligently, hoping to make a good impression on these dignitaries.

"Good lads! The fine knights of the Riverlands have arrived! You can fight to your heart's content!" Robert Baratheon laughed.

The knights' squires from the Riverlands were somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

Before the renowned Canyon Knights and the valiant Stormlands Warriors.

What have the Riverlands been doing all these years? They can't even compare to their old rivals, the Knights of the West.

Horst was nearly killed by the griffin.

In the Battle of the Trident, Robert, Eddard, Lynn Cobbry, and others stood out, while in the Riverlands, only Earl Jason was truly noteworthy.

The current situation in Hejian looks like a period of transition, and going there would be a complete disaster for them.

Although the Knights of the Reach are also considered weak, they have a large number of people and a lot of land, so there are always some skilled ones.

Landau, and the potential Garland brothers are both highly skilled.

"Seeing these lads makes me want to go on the field too," Robert said to the people around him.

"Your Majesty, we are here for the wedding banquet, and you haven't brought your equipment and armor," Jon Arryn reminded him.

"It's alright, I can wear someone else's, Justin's is fine too." Robert put down the wine bag.

"Brother Wang, if you go on the field, there won't be much of a chance to gamble in this match," Lan Li said with a smile.

"That makes sense. In that case, I won't steal the limelight from the young man." Robert laughed heartily.

Robert was quite pleased with Renly's elaborate and dramatic approach.

In the past two years, I've heard very little about large-scale martial arts tournaments.

Perhaps Robert didn't indulge himself too much, or perhaps the treasury spent a lot of money on the king's wedding and rebuilding the royal fleet.

"Then you young men will come, young squires, young warriors," Robert said, clapping his hands.

The older knights left the field automatically.

The servants and young people in the courtyard began to automatically join the competition.

"I'll take the job," Sir Justin Marseille volunteered.

"Young Master Edmure, are you here too?" Donal Sven, heir to the Sven family of Stormlands, asked with a grin.

"Of course I'll come," Edmure Tully said angrily, immediately entering the competition.

Marco Piper and Karel Vance also joined in.

"Are there still people in the Riverlands?" Justin asked.

"And me too." Arthur Hoan raised his hand.

Next up were Veri Ward and Lucas Root.

"The bat symbol?" Robert Baratheon looked at the young, dark-haired boy, his eyes a deep blue, almost purple.

"The Earl of Walter's grandson is only twelve years old," Jon Arryn said in a low voice.

"Twelve years old, good lad!" Robert perked up as well.