"Please chop my head first."

...

Looking down at the chest ornament that was thrown at the edge of the steps, shining golden under the light of the brazier, Stannis was stunned.

How dare he?

How dare he treat his king like this?

The mob, the woman in red robe, and the Duke of the North who should have been loyal to honor and loyal to the country... did not everyone take him, the king, seriously?

Staring at the medal on the ground for a while, he gritted his teeth and looked at Stark: "You think I dare not?"

Deadly silence, as soon as this sentence was spoken, the hall was in full silence.

Stark lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was waiting for his hair to fall.

Stannis stared at him with a cold and hard face. He tightly held his right hand on the Iron Throne to hold the armrest. The sharp barbs and gullies on the iron chair made his fingers cut and cut, and blood was flowing out without knowing it.

The scene seemed to be in a stalemate, but just as the two of them were silently confronting each other, a panic scream suddenly came from outside the King's Hall.
Chapter completed!