iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 372 Judgment Day 2
The only sound in the tent was the occasional crackling sound from the brazier.

As King Robb read the letter, his expression was like the sky before a thunderstorm, dark and depressing.

When Robb's deep gaze left the letter and moved to herself, Lady Sybelle couldn't help but clench her fingers.

After a pause, Robb said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Madam, thank you for your help. It is very important to me."

Lady Sybelle's eyes were slightly red. "I have always been worried...if I take it out at this time...whether it will be misunderstood...I am so happy to be able to help you, Your Majesty."

She stepped forward, stretched out her hands and grasped one of Robb's hands. "I know you are in a difficult situation, but please be careful of Old Frey. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that he is not a good person. For the sake of Jeyne's love for you, you must protect yourself."

Looking at Lady Sybelle, whose face was filled with sorrow, Robb spoke slowly: "I will remember this, ma'am."

"She is still so young... so kind..."

Taking a half step back, Lady Sybelle wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand: "I'm sorry, when I think of my poor daughter, I... Please allow me to leave, Your Majesty."

King Robb lowered his eyelids and nodded slightly. "Please do as you please, Lady Sybelle."

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Robb's army camped by the Blue Fork, and Brynden Tully had just arrived outside the camp with a dozen guards.

After jumping off his horse, Lord Brynden suddenly stopped and stared at the turbulent river.

The Tullys originated from the river, but when their power is destroyed, they will return to the river.

That scene seemed to have happened just yesterday...

His brother (Horst) and nephew (Edmure) were dressed in shining silver armor and helmets decorated with bronze and silver trout by the silent sisters of Riverrun. They wore blue and red striped cloaks spread out beneath them and their coats also had blue and red ripples... Both of them clutched a glazed wooden sword tightly to their chests and lay in two slender wooden boats filled with hay, firewood and parchment.

Seven people escorted the funeral ship, representing the blessing of the seven gods.

The morning mist spread over the river, lifting the funeral boat for his brother and nephew down the steps toward the water, wading into the shallow water, and pushing the boat into the water.

The two funeral boats drifted through the arched red stone water gate, riding the rapids of the Tengshi River, gradually accelerating, and headed straight for the noisy river confluence.

Just like that time... when my brother and I saw our father off, the boat sailed steadily towards the rising sun.

The silver trout flag flew high on the bow, he nocked his bow and fired two arrows in quick succession.

Red flowers bloomed violently, burning sails dyed the mist pink and orange, and the outlines of ships struggled and shrank in the flying fire dance.

Perhaps Tully's funeral ship is still drifting, or perhaps it has broken and sunk.

Eventually, the armor of the brother and nephew will take their bodies to rest in the mud at the bottom of the river. In the underwater palace, Tully's family will gather together forever, and all kinds of fish will be their subjects.

The roar of the Blue Fork was like the rage of Edmure's ghost, and a look of sorrow flashed across Lord Brynden's weathered face.

Exhaling slowly, he walked towards the camp gate.

King's tent.

"Uncle and grandpa."

Lord Brynden opened the curtain and entered, and heard Robb's voice. He looked at him kindly, touched his chest and said, "Your Majesty."

After staring at each other for a while, Robb opened his lips and said, "Thank you for everything you have done for me."

Lord Brynden patted his nephew's sturdy arm and said, "Old Walder is cunning. This is only the first step, King Robb."

After sitting down, Robb handed over the letter brought by Lady Sybell.

After reading the letter, Lord Brynden frowned and thought for a while, then glanced at his nephew who also frowned, and said, "King Robb, do you trust Lady Sybelle?"

Hearing this, after a moment of silence, Robb's deep blue eyes trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, I plan to let Great Jon and Daisy see this letter."

He looked at Brynden and continued, "Lady Sybelle is Jenny's mother. She is family to me."

Family, responsibility, honor.

Duke Brynden suddenly...felt the contradiction in his family motto for the first time, and then shook his head secretly. Perhaps he had never been a qualified Tully.

Seeing that Lord Brynden sat there in silence, Robb said again: "With this letter, we have enough reasons, uncle."

Duke Brynden looked at his nephew with bloodshot eyes and said, "Compared to the original plan, your current choice is too risky. Child, as your uncle, I must ensure your safety."

"I am not just for the fire of my hatred..."

After a pause, Robb suddenly said painfully: "I am not afraid of danger. I am only afraid that I may win every battle but cannot win this war."

The Northern cavalry are brave and good at fighting, but they have been away from their homes for a long time and are trapped in the riverlands, without any support from the North. Their only hope is their belief in King Robb's victory.

At this moment, they can't even afford a... defeat.

Therefore, the Twins, which "cut off" the North from the Riverlands... need to be resolved as soon as possible. This is no longer a simple issue of hatred.

Moreover, after not seeing each other for a while, Robb had lost his patience. He could feel that...his nephew wanted to pay blood debt with blood.

The letter brought by Lady Sybell...made King Robb completely determined.

Brynden thought of his nephew who died painfully in his arms, his brother who died on the spot after hearing the tragic news about his son, and his grandnephew's wife who was still laughing. None of them could rest in peace.

Thinking back to the wedding at Riverrun, only blood remained in his memory.

Sure enough, the fire of hatred will only grow stronger... Now... family, responsibility, honor... Duke Brynden thought to himself.

While his thoughts were still in a mess, Robb's voice rang out, "Uncle, except for the one hundred northern soldiers I brought into Luanhe City, I will hand over the rest of the troops to you. I hope you stay outside the city. Only in this way will the cunning Lord Frey relax his vigilance."

Lord Brynden was slightly startled. He quickly understood Robb's intention. He moved his lips and said, "I hope we can still follow the original plan..."

Robb's voice trembled with suppressed emotions: "You know what? As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could think of was Jenny's tragic death in front of me..."

He reached out and tightly grasped his uncle's wrinkled hand: "I have to do this for the sake of my kingdom."

Brynden looked painful. "Roslin Frey, your future bride, is different from old Frey. She is very kind."

Robb closed his eyes for a moment, and said, "Women and children should be tolerated. War or hatred has nothing to do with them. I will treat that lady well. I will spend my whole life to make it up to her as much as I can."

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Walking out of the king's tent, Lord Brynden looked at the northern soldiers who were shouting and laughing loudly. From time to time, someone saluted him from afar. Every day of the expedition, Robb was the first to get up and the last to go to bed in the army. He seemed to be everywhere, and these elite soldiers who had fought many battles loved his nephew and grandson.

………He too.

Lord Brynden whispered to his captain of the guard, "Keep an eye on Lady Sybelle. Send more men."

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Tyrion, who was supposed to be waiting for beheading in the dungeon, disappeared, and he once again became the hot spot in King's Landing.

Some say that the little devil used unknown evil magic to escape from the heavily guarded Red Keep dungeon.

Some said that the little devil bribed the jailers and gave them more gold dragons than they could use in their lifetime.

Some say that the Imp is actually dead, and his head is on its way to Sunspear.

Some people say that it was Prime Minister Tywin who secretly let the little devil's son go, and it was all a trick to deceive others.

Some say that it was the regicide who threatened the little king with a sword and let the little devil go.

Some say that the little devil is actually still hiding in the Red Keep, and will emerge safe and sound once the storm subsides.

At the Crabbe mansion in Gouxiang, Leighton scratched his cheek and said, "There are still many people who believe that the little devil was sent to the seven levels of hell because of his serious sins."

Green Crabbe looked up from the map spread out on the long table and asked, "Are the Dornishmen in King's Landing still gathered outside the Red Keep?"

Leighton rolled up the parchment and said, "Yes, sir. However, their emotions have stabilized a little. It should be said that they have stabilized since the conflict with the gold cloaks there yesterday."

Green stared at the eastern part of the Crab Claw Peninsula, the location of Crab Island, and said, "Well, they will be quiet for the time being. They need the Red Castle to come up with a reasonable explanation as soon as possible."

Lord Tywin was very efficient. The original lord of Crab Island, Lord Adrian Celtigar, was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Red Castle. In the name of the Royal Conference, the Celtigar family was deprived of their right to rule over Crab Island.

At the same time, a raven carrying Green's order also flew to Mermaid Harbor to get Crab Island back to Kleber's rule as soon as possible.

Leighton came over and poured wine for Green while saying, "If we don't get a satisfactory 'excuse', I think the Dornish people in the borderland will blame the Dornish envoys who accompanied us for not fulfilling their responsibility to protect the prince."

Green took a sip of the summer red and said, "Well, it does look like that on the surface."

Layton put down the silver wine jug, thought for a moment, and said, "Lord Green, will Prince Doran raise an army?"

Green moved his gaze to Dorn's position and said, "At least he must do something, otherwise the stable Dorn will get out of control."

After a pause, Leighton said, "Lord Green, the number of red robes around King Joffrey has increased again. I am afraid that there is no suitable opportunity for him to meet you alone for the time being."

"It seems to be going well."

Green's eyes slowly swept across the Riverlands. "Don't worry. He still needs to accumulate something other than anger. I just need to meet him before I leave King's Landing."

Rubbing his temple, Green suddenly asked, "Did Sir James leave smoothly?"

"Yes, I felt it went too smoothly. At dawn, he set out with dozens of sworn knights and more than a thousand newly hired free riders."

Green smiled slightly, and Jaime directly threw the mess to Prime Minister Tywin. It looked like the son was expressing some kind of dissatisfaction to his father. This way was very... special.

Leighton added, "I learned that the commander-in-chief of the gold cloaks, Ser Adam, had requested to follow Ser Jaime to the riverlands, but he did not receive permission from Lord Tywin."

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously: "The various affairs of the garrison seem to give him a headache."

Green patted Leighton's shoulder and said, "Get ready. I want to meet Queen Cersei."

knock knock knock.

After a knock on the door, Brienne pushed it open and walked in: "Lord Green, Lord Tywin just sent someone to invite you to attend the Prime Minister's meeting."

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Outside the Prime Minister's Tower, the voice of the Duke of Mace came over: "Hey, Duke Green."

Green stopped, smiled, and said, "Good day, Duke of Metz."

As he approached, the Duke of Mace glanced around and whispered, "I heard that the Iron Islands have a new king."

Green's eyes moved slightly: "Is this the reason why Lord Tywin called a meeting of the Prime Minister?"

“It should be for this.”

Lord Mace stroked his beard and said with emotion: "Lord Tywin is really hardworking... I always thought he was a heartless man, but I didn't expect he loved his son so much."

Green smiled and agreed: "It is indeed surprising."

The Duke of Mace suppressed the corner of his mouth that was about to curl up and said, "I think it is difficult for Martell to understand this sincere father-son relationship. Alas, until the day before yesterday, the entire Seven Kingdoms misunderstood Lord Tywin."

Seeing Grand Maester Pycelle trembling towards them, Duke Mace patted Green's arm and said, "Let's talk after the meeting is over."

Prime Minister's study.

Lord Tywin sat at the head of the long table like a stone statue, with his hands folded and his chin resting on his head.

"Euroren Greyjoy."

Ser Kevan looked around at everyone and continued, "He is the half-brother of the late Lord of the Iron Islands, Balon Greyjoy. He was banished from the Iron Islands by Balon because of his affair with Victarion's (also half-brother) concubine."

He added, "Lannisport sent Jutu's intelligence. He returned to the Iron Islands the day after Balon Greyjoy's accidental death and took the Seastone Throne of the Iron Islands. It is said that the chief of King's Harbor, Sawyn Botley, who raised objections at the time, was drowned in a bucket of seawater by him."

When Ser Kevan sat down, Green asked him, "Besides the son in black, didn't Balon have a daughter who led the ironborn into the North? Asha Greyjoy... Ser, have you heard from her?"

"After Asha Greyjoy lost to Euron at the Kingsmoot in the Iron Islands, she fled the Iron Islands with her crew."

"She can't win."

Pycelle's maester necklace tinkled softly. "Euron is called the Crow's Eye. His galley is called the Serenity because all his crew members are dumb. His ship is painted red, supposedly to better hide the blood that soaks the hull. It is rumored that he is the most vicious pirate in the world."

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard and said, "No matter how vicious a pirate is, he is still just a pirate."

Lord Tywin's golden green eyes moved slightly, and he said, "After Euron sat on the Seastone Seat, he appointed Ery Amek as governor of the Iron Islands, and he disappeared with most of the ships. My friends, crazy pirates will attack any port in the Seven Kingdoms."

(End of this chapter)