Jon Snow was plunged into even greater shock upon hearing Mufasa's suggestion.
"You can actually do that? Seriously?" The look on his face was as if he had just seen the Devil himself.
"As the saying goes, 'A wife is not as thrilling as a mistress, and a mistress is not as thrilling as a stolen lover.' Tyrion told me that," Mufasa said.
"Bride snatching is a popular Wildling custom. If you succeed in stealing the bride, it only proves your competence. We can call Robb, Joffrey, and Theon to help you devise a strategy," Mufasa continued.
"Them! Mufasa, did you know that Prince Joffrey seems to have been sneaking off to the Winterfell brothel with Theon recently?" Jon Snow asked.
"That happened? How did I not hear about it? How could he be so bold?" Mufasa said, surprised. He realized he had seen Joffrey less often lately and had missed him at the dinner table several times.
"Which beauty has captivated our Prince?" Mufasa inquired.
"Ros! Theon visits her often."
"Ros, I think I've heard Tyrion mention her! Come on, let's go have a look."
Mufasa and Jon Snow arrived at the brothel. This place couldn't compare to the grand establishments in King's Landing; it had an owner and several hostesses.
The women here all worked independently.
Outside, Mufasa spotted Joffrey's sworn shield, the Hound: Sandor Clegane.
"Hound, where is Joffrey?" Mufasa asked.
"Ser Mufasa, the Prince is here, but I couldn't tell you which room he's in, as I stepped away to piss earlier. His Highness might have moved on to another location!"
Mufasa's face went dark hearing the Hound's response. Could Joffrey really be as absurd as he claimed? He wasn't Podrick, after all.
Speaking of Podrick, he had recently been learning how to fight from Aguda, though he was constantly being beaten black and blue by the Wildling boy.
Although the young Wildling wasn't familiar with formal knightly combat, as a child raised beyond the Wall, he was far more capable in a fight than any knight who had received a noble education since childhood.
Without armor or weapons, Aguda could use his fists, knees, legs, teeth, head, and shoulders; every part of his body was a weapon.
"Let's just wait here for him to come out! Jon, if you want to gain some experience, feel free to go inside! Since I was born in a brothel, I've already seen everything there is to see," Mufasa remarked.
Only then did Jon Snow recall that Mufasa, like himself, had once been a bastard, but Mufasa had not only reclaimed his family name but had also been knighted by the King, achieving boundless glory.
"Perhaps I should also do something to make a name for myself. The surname Snow cannot follow me my entire life!" Jon Snow declared.
An hour later, several women emerged from the room. Seeing the men waiting outside, they giggled playfully.
"It's closing time for the day. If gentlemen require our services, please return tomorrow!"
A very attractive and young prostitute deliberately poked Mufasa's stomach with her fingernail as she walked past him.
Mufasa finally saw Joffrey's figure; he truly emerged from inside the establishment.
"Mufasa!" Joffrey was dumbfounded. He then practically slid across the ground to Mufasa's side.
"Please, Mufasa, I beg you, don't tell my mother. I don't care about my father, but you absolutely cannot tell my mother."
Joffrey clasped his hands together and knelt on the ground, utterly devoid of dignity, pleading with Mufasa to keep his secret.
"Ahem, Little Joff! Losing your maidenhood right here in Winterfell, wasn't that stimulating? Do the girls here please you more than those in King's Landing?" Mufasa asked.
"Theon told me about it, and Tyrion also said that the women of Winterfell are like thorny roses, like the Winter Rose itself."
The expression on Joffrey's face showed he was savoring the memory. He licked his lips.
"Mufasa, I know you grew up in a brothel and are worldly, but Winterfell is nothing like King's Landing. Let's come back together tomorrow! That Ros is so wet..."
Mufasa shook his head.
"A young man must abstain from nothing but lust."
"Right now, we have something more important to attend to: helping Jon Snow make a name for himself!"
Mufasa told Joffrey about his plan to secretly help Jon Snow steal Ygritte from Winterfell.
"How exciting! But where will they consummate their marriage?"
"Wildlings believe everything they do must be witnessed by the heavens and the earth. They can go to the woods, the fields, or the snowdrifts—anywhere they won't freeze to death," Mufasa explained.
Jon Snow, standing nearby, felt a surge of adrenaline rising within him; if he didn't release it, he felt he would surely burst.
As night fell, Ygritte left Catelyn Tully's chambers and went to the room she shared with Jon Snow.
The room was dark, with no candles lit, but Ygritte was long accustomed to the darkness.
She intended to get into bed, but she stepped on something soft that tripped her.
Ygritte felt a warm, furry presence.
"Ghost, is that you? Why are you here, and where is Jon Snow?" Ygritte whispered.
Ghost nudged Ygritte gently, then bounded away.
Just as Ygritte was starting to wonder, a sack was swiftly thrown over her head.
She wanted to cry out, but she seemed to realize what was happening and held her tongue.
She felt herself being carried out of Winterfell. When she finally emerged from the sack, she saw Jon Snow staring intently at her.
"Ygritte, you can't escape now!"
He declared.
"Is that so, Jon? You don't seem to understand us Wildlings very well!"
Ygritte let out a soft laugh, suddenly slipped entirely out of the sack, and fled in a direction leading far away from Winterfell.
Jon Snow pursued her relentlessly.
The two played a game of chase, like a hunter and their prey, though that dynamic could switch at any moment.
Jon Snow was more familiar with the geography and terrain surrounding Winterfell than Ygritte was.
He took a shortcut, managing to get ahead of her and block her path.
When Ygritte saw her path was blocked, she immediately changed direction, but no matter how many times she tried to change course, Jon Snow always managed to cut her off.
"It seems I can't escape! Jon! But do you truly understand Wildlings?"
Ygritte stripped off her clothes and then swung a punch at Jon Snow. Distracted by the sight of her bare skin, Jon Snow was immediately caught in a scissor lock around his throat.
"Cough, cough, cough!" He struggled to breathe, gradually feeling his air supply diminishing.
Just when Ygritte thought she had won, Jon Snow suddenly exerted all his skill, causing Ygritte's body to tremble, and she melted completely like water.
Jon Snow finally carried Ygritte to a hollow tree he had prepared in advance, where there was a bed, blankets, and wine to drink.
Deep in the night, sounds of pleasure and heavy panting echoed from the hollow tree. The sounds lingered long in the air.
In the night sky, the moon shone brightly amidst scattered stars. Crows flew south, circling the trees three times.
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