iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 375: Day of Judgment (End)

"Well said, very well said. I, an old man, finally feel a little comforted."

Old Walder stood up tremblingly. "Young people, it's easy to get carried away when they see a pretty face and a pair of big breasts, isn't it? I was the same in the past... Huh... Huh... I did a lot of romantic things when I was young, and I haven't changed now... Huh... Huh..."

Seeing his grandfather about to go down the stairs, Sir Lyman tried to help him, but was scolded by old Walder: "Go away, I'm not dead yet, don't think you can inherit my castle by being nice to me!"

Now the Freys who were about to "show their courtesy" all retracted their raised feet.

Old Walder staggered down the steps while Robb waited patiently.

It took a long time for old Walder to come up to him. His toothless mouth kept moving and his cloudy old eyes looked over Robb's body.

"You are strong... young man. What is your next step? With the support of the Freys, where will your sword lead?"

Seeing Robb's eyes darting around, Old Walder chuckled, "You're being cautious, which is good. You could lower your voice so that I'm the only one who can hear it."

Robb hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and said, "Golden Tooth City."

There was a hint of surprise in Old Walder's deep eyes: "Why not King's Landing?"

The distance was very close, and Robb smelled a rotten smell from old Walder. He coughed lightly and whispered: "I want to let the Seven Kingdoms know that the Lannisters are not as powerful as they think."

"You are halfway there, King."

Old Walder patted Robb's strong arm with his age-spotted hand, and then shouted at the Freys: "Ben Frey, go find your sister, quickly, the king has been waiting for so long."

He looked back at Robb, "Roselynn is a shy little girl. You won't be able to see her body before you share the bed."

Robb managed a forced smile amidst the chuckles of old Walder.

Then, old Walder pulled Robb to the front of the Frey ladies: "This is my daughter Egwene... She is Shireen, my youngest legitimate daughter. These two... Arelle and Marilyn are my granddaughter and great-granddaughter. The one is called Cersei, but we all call her 'Little Bee'. Her mother is from the Bisbury family (the Bisbury family originated from the daughter of Garth Greenhand - the sweetest Elaine). Her name is... Walda... Tanya... Aissie... Marissa..."

Old Walder kept introducing them, while Robb nodded to everyone with a slightly awkward look on his face.

At the same time, old Walder was secretly observing Robb's reaction. He found that the young king in front of him was not someone who was easily seduced by beauty, or maybe... was it because they were not charming enough?

Old Walder took a rare serious look at the Frey ladies. Some of them were pretty, but the others... forget it.

He gave Robb an obscene smile. "When the wedding feast begins, you can ask any of them to dance."

Hearing this, Robb's blue eyes trembled slightly, and his brows relaxed slightly: "They are all... lovely. I am honored."

Old Walder pulled Robb to the other side. "They are all genuine virgins. Oh, one is a widow, but some people are more interested."

He glanced at Daisy Mormont, who was standing in front of the northern vassal, with a smile: "She is so charming."

Noticing the obscene gaze, Daisy couldn't help rolling her eyes, and old Walder chuckled.

Although old Walder seemed to be joking to show intimacy, Robb felt like a stallion at this moment. He had to admit... his great uncle was indeed wise.

"Oh, here comes my sweetheart."

Robb stopped and followed the gaze of old Walder. He saw Benfrey leading a slender girl towards him.

Roslin blushed and glanced at Robb gently, then knelt down and saluted: "Good day, Your Majesty."

This is a lovely lady.

Robb wanted to pull her up, but his outstretched hand paused slightly. Hesitation appeared in his eyes, but was instantly replaced by determination.

"Please stand up."

Retracting his hand and putting it behind his back, Robb gave a polite smile, "Miss Frey, it is an honor to have you by my side."

After Roslin stood up, she secretly glanced at King Robb again. When their eyes met, she immediately lowered her charming little face shyly.

"When we sleep together at night, you can look at me however you want. Even the gods can't control you."

Old Walder waved his hand: "Go ahead, sweetheart. I know you are busy."

After Roslin's figure disappeared, Robb exhaled slowly and said, "Lord Walder, please prepare a quiet room for me. Before the wedding, I need to pray to the new and old gods."

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A blazing flame rose from the fireplace. The torches in the iron pedestals on the wall emitted wisps of black smoke. In the middle of the hall, three yaks were slowly turning on the barbecue forks. They had been roasted by the chef for a whole afternoon.

The wedding ceremony ended and the wedding banquet began, and cheerful music played on the musicians' platform at the bottom of the hall.

On the dais, King Robb and Queen Roslin sat to the right of old Walder, while Ser Ryman and his eldest son Edwin sat to the left.

The first course of the wedding banquet was oxtail soup, followed by a salad made of green peas, onions and beets, river fish stewed in almond milk, roast duck, and a small mountain of ox brains and beef tendons.

The guests and the Freys were eating, drinking and making noises.

The meteor hammer was placed casually on the long table. Daisy sometimes chewed her tendons and sometimes drank a spoonful of soup.

"Miss Mormont, why don't you drink?"

Daisy first heard Black Walder's disgusted voice, and then a big hand came up on her back curve.

"I am the king's guard tonight and cannot drink."

Daisy glanced coldly at the wretched Black Walder and said, "If you don't want me to break your hand, you'd better take it away immediately."

With a chuckle, Black Walder squeezed hard before withdrawing his hand, "Beautiful, we can spend a wonderful night together like a king and queen."

"I'm not interested in you."

After saying that, Daisy looked at the roasted yak that was being coated with butter by the chefs.

Seeing that she rejected his "invitation", Black Walder became even more interested: "Madam, it seems that you like it. They are so lucky."

When Black Walder stood up and walked to the barbecue grill, the chefs were cutting the meat on both sides of the yak's spine. This part of the meat was dedicated to the king and queen.

He gave a few instructions, and soon the servant brought a huge, crispy, greasy beef thigh to Daisy's table.

Black Walder returned to his seat next to him with the hip flask. Daisy curled her lips at him and said, "You're quite interesting."

Black Walder grinned: "I'm actually more interesting in bed."

Daisy tore off a large piece of meat and put it into her mouth to chew. She glanced at Black Walder's body with her big eyes and said, "You are so concerned about the heir of Bear Island. Is it because you want to marry him?"

Black Walder stared at Daisy's full body and poured wine into her mouth, a lot of which flowed into her beard.

"I'll think about it when I wake up tomorrow!"

Daisy suddenly pointed at the Greatjon who was drinking one cup after another and said, "Are you better than him? Women on Bear Island like men with a good alcohol tolerance. Such men can make women happy all night long." Not far away, the Greatjon soon realized that Daisy was looking at him. He roared drunkenly, "Don't think about me. Stay away from me, Bear girl!"

Black Walder held his chin and stood up: "Just wait, I will help you teach him a lesson."

On the high platform, King Robb's eyes were a little dazed. He had drunk several large glasses of wine in succession with Ser Leman and Edwin.

Seeing this, Queen Roselin whispered to her maid to bring a cup of steaming honey milk.

Placing the cup carefully in front of Robb, she said respectfully, "Your Majesty, drink this and you will feel better."

Looking at the shy and sweet Roslin, Robb blinked first, then shook his head. He just thought it was... Jenny who came back.

He picked up the cup and drank some milk, paused, and said, "It's very useful, thank you."

Roselin's beautiful brown eyes sparkled with joy, and she said shyly, "This is what my mother taught me. I often prepare it for my brothers who are drunk."

After sitting quietly for a while, Robb moved his lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Seeing Roselin's doubts, a hint of bitterness passed across his lips, but it quickly disappeared: "This is not the first time I have held a wedding, um... I will treat you well."

Robb's "explanation" became a romantic vow in Roslin's ears. The deep emotion brought her immense courage. The usually shy girl, regardless of the eyes around her, actively leaned on her husband's arms.

Her husband put his strong arms around her, and she felt his body stiffen for a moment, which seemed to be a normal reaction, but the sensitive Roselin suddenly felt a panic.

Amid the noise, old Walder saw the sweet interaction between Robb and Roslin. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he clapped his hands.

Ser Ryman and Edman saw this and banged their glasses on the table, then the Freys nearest the dais, and finally everyone started banging on the table.

Old Walder raised his hand to suppress the noise. When the hall gradually quieted down, he glanced at Robb and said, "Everyone, the monks have spoken their pious words, and the marriage promise has been made. His Majesty has wrapped up the Frey family's sweetheart in his wolf cloak, but they are not yet real husband and wife... Huh... Huh... Our king and queen can't wait... Huh... Huh... The swords are sheathed, and the wedding has begun. We can have fun in the bridal chamber!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone shouted, "Make trouble in the bridal chamber! Make trouble in the bridal chamber! Make trouble in the bridal chamber!"

The drunkest ones led the way, and the crowd rushed to the dais. Men old and young surrounded Roslin and lifted her into the air, while women and girls grabbed Robb and stripped him of his clothes.

The hall was filled with cheers, and the band on the balcony picked up the flute, drum and violin to play even more cheerful music.

Robb and Roslin were lifted up by the crowd with laughter and escorted out of the hall.

The seats at the wedding banquet were mostly empty. Half an hour later, Frey and the guests from the North returned to the hall one after another.

At this time, Daisy put down the half-eaten beef leg, wiped her hands, stood up, and walked gracefully towards the balcony.

On the dais, Black Walder lowered his voice beside Old Walder and said, "I see they are entangled. King Robb is impatient."

The Marquis Weasel showed a look of satisfaction: "Very good."

Black Walder's drunken eyes saw Daisy coming down from the balcony. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Great-grandfather, don't worry. I'll go over first."

Old Walder looked at Black Walder's departing back and warned him, "Don't mess with that woman. She's very dangerous..."

Black Walder, who was in a hurry to leave, didn't hear anything at all. He cursed, "Idiots, all idiots!"

After cursing, old Walder picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine happily.

"You went to see the musicians?"

Daisy picked up the beef leg and started chewing it again. She glanced at Black Walder who came to her side, chewed a few bites and swallowed the meat in her mouth, and said, "I'll go choose the next song."

"What did you choose?"

Black Walder forced himself to drink two glasses of wine, and pushed one of them to Daisy: "Have a drink."

"You'll find out soon."

Daisy took the wine glass without hesitation and took a big sip. She exhaled and said, "The wine from the Twins tastes good... I told you I can't drink tonight."

Black Walder chuckled, hugged Daisy, and moved his big hand up and down: "Our king has no time to deal with a guard like you, you can drink without worry."

Boom, boom, boom, the compact drum beats suddenly rang out.

This was followed by the wail of the flute, the trill of the long pipe, the shriek of the violin and the roar of the horn.

The northerners who were eating, drinking and laughing suddenly stopped what they were doing and started singing one after another.

The stars in the night are the eyes of the running wolf——

The howling wind is them singing————

Black Walder paused: "What song is this?"

"The running wolf of the night."

Robb only told Daisy and her servants about the execution plan, and she was the one who carried it out. As for the others... he only told them to always be alert to a sudden rebellion by the Freys. If they discovered any unusual movement by the Freys, they would sound the battle cry, and this cry was the song "The Wolf of the Night".

Swish, swish, swish! The people from the North drew their swords one after another.

"You guys..." The drunk Black Walder suddenly woke up. He reacted quickly and stretched out his hand to pick up the meteor hammer on the table.

With a dull thud, Daisy swung the cow leg bone with only a little muscle left in her hand and hit Black Walder's back of the head hard.

Bang, bang, bang, blood splattered everywhere. Daisy hit it hard a few more times before stopping.

Everything happened so fast that almost everyone was staring at Daisy, who was covered in blood, in a daze. It seemed as if time had stood still.

"His!"

The Greatjon suddenly roared, grabbed the half-gnawed yak head, and smashed it at the Frey beside him. He roared at every Frey, and would smash anyone he saw wearing the Twin Towers emblem.

A melee broke out, rows of tables were overturned, cups, wooden spoons, wine jugs, dinner plates, saucers, and peas flew everywhere.

Although the Northerners did not wear plate armor, they all wore chain mail inside and held swords in their hands. Facing the Freys who could not even find weapons, they slaughtered them one-sidedly.

Sir Leman and Edwin, who were standing in front, had half of their heads smashed by Daisy's meteor hammer and rolled down the stairs.

Throwing away the meteor hammer covered in blood plasma, Daisy drew her sword.

Old Walder was still looking straight at Mormont who was approaching him, and in his hand was still holding a golden wine glass with a three-headed dragon emblem.

The sharp sword of Mormont pierced into old Walder's heart and twisted it.

With a clang, several of the king's servants stepped on the sticky blood-red stone slabs and worked together to close the heavy wooden door of the hall.

(End of this chapter)