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

Early morning, High Court, beneath the first layer of white city walls.

When Arthur left Highgarden, in addition to freshwater and delicious food, Garland Tyrell also gave Arthur a special gift.

"A special gift, this horse is for you, Arthur!"

Garland had a servant from High Court bring over a swift, yellow-maned warhorse from the Bend, its mane like fine yellow silk.

The yellow horse perfectly matches the gold background of the He'an family crest.

The golden horse is tall, muscular, and has excellent explosive power and sprinting ability.

Only his endurance was inferior to Dornemar's.

"A fine horse! But it's too expensive." Arthur's eyes lit up.

Apart from the Iron Islands, warhorses are tamed in all other regions.

But those at the front of the pack are definitely river bend warhorses and valley warhorses.

While Dorne and the North also have famous horses, their warhorses are adapted to special environments and are more like specialty horses.

"Sword and shield duels don't require warhorses, but knightly lance duels and battles definitely require a good horse," Garan laughed, unconcerned.

A fine horse from the river bend, though expensive, can be given away with great flair.

Only the Lion and the Rose, the Tower family, would be so generous and extravagant.

This is how ordinary knights spend their gold coins.

Helmet and armor, spear and greatsword, hawk and hound.

In addition, there's consulting instructors, rehabilitation training, drinking and eating meat, finding women, buying nice clothes, and participating in martial arts tournaments.

Every aspect of a knight's life is very expensive.

The most expensive Valyrian Dragon King set, which includes the dragon, Valyrian steel armor, and Valyrian steel weapons, is extremely rare.

Some novice knights are prone to losing everything in a single bet, ending up penniless and destitute after losing all their equipment in a tournament.

"This meeting is short, but I invite you to visit Harrenhal sometime in the future." Arthur accepted Garland's expensive gift, and there was a certain mutual respect between the two.

Arthur, not bothered by formalities, accepted the yellow horse.

Velas is refined, Loras is arrogant, but Garland is to Arthur's liking.

Arthur left Highgarden and needed to travel by land on horseback to reach Old Town.

This trip involved switching between waterways and land routes, which was quite troublesome.

If only there were dragons, we could get there quickly.

A high garden atop a hill, atop a white spire.

"A farewell, the little bat is quite charming." The Queen of Thorns watched the farewell unfolding below through a Mill lens in a bronze tube.

She was aware of the fact that Garan had gifted her the horse, and she did not object.

Beside the Queen of Thorns is Velas, the heir to Highgarden.

"What do you think of Arthur Hoan?" the Queen of Thorns asked.

“A hero of our time, and at the same time,” Velas replied after careful consideration, “he is very shrewd, exceptionally talented, and extremely dangerous. He is precocious, and the River An family has shed too much blood in the defeated war, yet Arthur still appears gentle and mild-mannered.”

"His words are as sweet as honey, his courage as fierce as a tiger, and his cunning as a fox. That fool of your father actually believed the little bat highly praised such a young man—he must have lost his mind." The Queen of Thorns lowered her telescope. "Young people with exceptional talent and resentment are bound to cause conflict."

"And what about us?" Velas asked.

"Ignore him," the Queen of Thorns whispered. "A rebellious and ambitious young man who's dissatisfied with Robert and the old falcon—I'd be happy if he caused any trouble."

The Queen of Thorns leaned on the railing. "Your brother and Arthur Hoan are not the same kind of people. Your brother is your supporter and obeys your orders. But Arthur, like you, is an heir, a leader who will determine the fate of the family. Knights can be righteous, but lords cannot. Lords cannot forget power; they must confront the darkness and the flow of power."

Velas: "I should be the brain."

“Indeed.” The Queen of Thorns nodded. “An arm, a brain, even a flower of marriage—that is what makes a rose whole. Only when your family obeys you will the rose thrive. If we fight amongst ourselves, those who covet Highgarden will tear us apart. The Tyrells are merely the descendants of stewards; we cannot fight amongst ourselves like the Starks, Arryn, or even the Lannisters.”

While the Queen of Thorns was instructing her grandson, Arthur led his troops from Highgarden.

"Let's go!" Arthur turned and left.

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter! The sound of horses' hooves rang out.

Riding on his yellow horse, Arthur also appeared very elegant, wearing a dashing yellow cloak.

The Black Bat Cavalry trotted swiftly along Rose Avenue, with three hired knights carrying the bat banner of the River An family.

"The Duke of Mace is truly blessed. His mother is still alive, and he has many children," Ser Lucas remarked. "The Tyrell family is also thriving, with many harmonious brothers."

Three generations living together is indeed a happy family.

The Dane family and the River family were once large and prosperous, but now they are just a few big cats and small cats.

Verri added, "Veras is quiet, Garland is generous, and they have a young daughter from a marriage alliance. Together, they will make the Rose even more prosperous."

The prosperity of roses is inseparable from marriage.

Although Hightar kept a low profile after the Blood Dragon Dance, and was used to not showing up or exerting his strength, he at least didn't cause any trouble.

"They will indeed make Highgarden even greater and more enviable," Arthur said, familiarizing himself with the temperament of the yellow horse.

Logically speaking, the High Court's talent pool is open to all.

Unfortunately, they encountered a magical future, with sea monsters, dragons, and green prophets; the fate of their family was uncertain.

Putting aside others, Garan Arthur's willingness to protect him shows he's a true brother.

"We're heading towards the old town, where the Earl of Layton has even more children," Sir Lucas said with a hint of sarcasm.

Layton has ten children, a pleasing number.

This was only because Layton was so engrossed in metaphysics that he didn't have time to create more people; otherwise, the population would have been much larger.

The Dane family and the Hightower family have a long-standing feud and are irreconcilable enemies.

Sir Lucas couldn't explain the specific reasons, but they were definitely at odds.

Both Hightower and Dayne are extremely ancient and prominent families in Westeros, and they may even be visitors from the Upper Kingdom of Dawn.

One slays a dragon on an island, the other chases a shooting star.

Unfortunately, Dane was the designated victim of the old town's conflict, and they acted on their impulses, making them a pair of star-crossed lovers.

"Perhaps Hightoar did something outrageous that Dane has been holding a grudge against," Arthur speculated.

Hightar likely already possesses the dragon blood, dragon egg, and stone dragon.

According to the original story, the Hightower family only invested money but achieved no results.

But Arthur had to be wary of this powerful and lurking clan.

If we consider the timeline, the Hightars might have been the first family to prepare for the magical tide.

Although starting preparations earliest does not necessarily mean having the best talent and ability.

"There might be dragon eggs in Hightoar. I'll look for mine when I return to Harrenhal," Arthur thought to himself.

Their warhorses moved swiftly, heading straight for the old town.

...

Several days later, in the old town.

In terms of vast territory, abundant resources, and richness, River Bend is the best among the seven kingdoms, and Old Town is the best among River Bends.

On this bountiful cape, at the top of a towering tower.

With the windows of the lord's room open, one can see the old town and many miles around.

A tall woman with long silver hair, a figure and appearance similar to Mrs. Ellery, but with a more eccentric air, stared intently at the green glass candle on the table, motionless.

Occasionally, a faint flame would ignite on the glass candle, but it would quickly extinguish, plunging the candle into silence.

"Flame, when the flames are bright, the magic will be fully ignited, and I will be able to see the sight I desire."

The madwoman gripped the glass candle, the blade-like candle even drawing blood from her palm.