iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 376 Divine Punishment
The Northern camp outside the Twins.

Entering the king's tent, Lord Roose Bolton stared at Brynden with his pale eyes for a moment, and said, "They told me that I could only come here, except for my own tent."

Compared to the daytime, Duke Brynden's face seemed to have more obvious wrinkles at this moment. He glanced at the Earl of the Dreadfort and turned his deep gaze to the burning brazier.

After a pause, he slowly said, "It's my order. I'm sorry. You will be free tomorrow morning."

Lord Roose stepped forward and asked, "What happened in the Twins? Or what is Robb going to do? Why do I find that the soldiers are all wearing armor and holding weapons?"

"Tell me, what does Robb want to do?" Earl Roose took another step but was stopped by the captain of the guard who was guarding beside him.

Lord Brynden gestured for the captain of the guard to leave the tent.

After a moment of solemn silence, Lord Brynden said tiredly, "I don't know the exact time... Old Walder has been secretly communicating with the Lannisters."

"This is not what the Southern Lord is best at..."

As he spoke, Lord Roose was suddenly stunned, and his ice-sculptured face finally showed some emotion: "Robb went into the Twins to kill Frey?"

One hand clenched into a fist, and Lord Brynden corrected him, "Lord Bolton, King Robb is going to execute traitors to the kingdom."

Lord Roose's eyes trembled slightly. "........., don't you know the consequences of doing this? This is a wedding banquet witnessed by the old and new gods. Robb's honor, Stark's honor, and even the honor of the northern lords will be spurned by everyone."

Lord Brynden's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said, "At the wedding in Riverrun, Edmure and Queen Jeyne were poisoned to death, and the gods in heaven witnessed it."

Lord Roose stared at Brynden for a while before he spoke: "Why didn't you stop Robb? Don't give me those reasons again. I know you don't have solid evidence to prove Lord Frey's crimes."

Lord Brynden, who looked a little hunched, stood up from his chair, straightened his back, and looked directly at Lord Roose: "Robb is not only a Stark, but also a Tully, and I am his uncle. He listens to me, and I am ready to go to the seven hells."

Lord Roose shook his head and said, "I have to remind you. Lord Tully, you think too simply. Let me go and stop Robb. I hope it's not too late..."

"Lord Bolton, King Robb has a handwritten letter from old Walder to the Lannisters. He does intend to sell us out for his own benefit."

After listening to Brynden's words, Earl Roose frowned and said, "This should be tried in public, not dealt with privately. You should also..."

The captain of the Tully family's guard suddenly strode into the tent and said, "Sir, two flames appeared in the Twins."

Duke Brynden exhaled and said, "Tell the soldiers to get ready. I will be there in a moment."

The captain of the guard immediately turned and left. He looked at Count Luce and said, "We have succeeded over there."

After a moment of silence, Lord Roose said, "Even your eyes have been blinded by the fire of hatred, Lord Tully. I think I am no longer needed here."

When Lord Brynden walked out of the king's tent wearing the red and blue cloak of the Tully family, one of his guards came to report: "My lord, the Lord of the Dreadfort has left the camp with his guards."

Just nodding, Lord Brynden came to the assembled soldiers, drew his sword, and shouted: "In the name of the king, destroy the Frey rebels."

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Boom boom boom, lightning and thunder.

Robb stood at the window in only his breeches, staring out with deep blue eyes, his sandy blond hairband clutched tightly in his hand.

His bride, Roselin, was sobbing softly and shivering in the corner of the bed.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and the door suddenly opened, and Sir Reynard Westerling, covered in blood, walked in.

"Your Majesty, Lord Blackfish has entered Hexi Fort."

After a pause, Robb's sharp eyes moved slightly: "Where are the Greatjon and the others?"

After saying that, he picked up the black robe.

Leonard glanced at Roselyn and said, "They are all waiting for you in the hall."

Robb started walking. When he reached the door, he paused, glanced in the direction of the bed, and said, "Reynard, let her stay here and don't let anyone disturb her."

A dozen of the highest-ranking Northern lords gathered in the Frey family hall filled with the smell of blood. When they saw Robb appear, they all looked over.

After the battle, the honest northern lords finally realized... Wasn't the Frey family planning a rebellion, but why didn't they even prepare weapons?
So... as soon as Robb sat in the main seat, they all asked about their "doubts".

Robb raised his hand slightly, asking them to be quiet first, then glanced at everyone and said, "I don't have any definite evidence about the poisoning of Lord Edmure and Queen Jeyne. But..."

He gestured to Dacey Mormont. "The evidence is overwhelming that the Freys are secretly colluding with the Lannisters."

Daisy took out a parchment scroll from her bosom and handed it to the Northern lord beside her, and they passed it around one by one.

After watching, most people didn't say anything, only two people hesitated and stood up.

One of them said, "King Robb, this letter...Excuse me, where did you get such a confidential letter?"

Another person said: "Your Majesty, Lord Frey is dead. It will be difficult for us to convince others with this, and it will affect the honor of the North."

The Greatjon, who was almost half lying on his chair, suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Damn it! According to you, we must wait for the enemy's knife to strike first before we can keep our honor? Anyone who dares to question King Robb's justice, I will smash his head with one blow!"

There was movement at the other end of the hall, and the figure of Lord Brynden appeared. He came to stand by, looked around at the people present, and said, "This is my idea."

Robb was slightly startled and said, "Uncle Grandfather..."

Lord Brynden stretched out his big hand to grab Robb's shoulder and interrupted him. He glanced at everyone again and continued, "Everyone, the evil Frey has cut off the North and the Riverlands. Given the current situation, we will not be able to use more time to better deal with the traitors in the kingdom. This is my judgment."

After the northern lords left, Robb stood up and grabbed Brynden's arm. His voice was a little hurried: "Uncle, this is my responsibility. You...you..."

Brynden's voice was gentle. "My child, it is my duty to take care of you."

He looked at Robb kindly and said, "I'm glad you're okay."

Seeing Robb's eyes redden, Brynden patted him and said, "The king has no time to feel sentimental about trivial matters. The Twins have fallen into your hands. You should think carefully about what we should do next."

Robb nodded emphatically.

He exhaled and said, "Uncle, first of all... I plan to confer the title of Marquis of the Twins to Pawen Frey."

Perwyn Frey was the first child of Lord Walder and his sixth wife, Bethany Rosby, and Roslin's full brother. He served as one of Robb's handpicked guards in battle.

Lord Brynden nodded slightly. "He and Olyfar (Roslin's half-brother, Robb's loyal former squire, Chapter 261)... He is indeed a good choice. You have to have a good talk with him. This is something the king must learn."

After a pause, he continued, "Roselin...what are you going to do with it?"

Robb picked up the wine glass and drank more than half of the wine left in the glass in one gulp. He paused and said, "My thoughts have not changed. Roslin is innocent. I will do my best to compensate her."

"She is a kind child, but she still needs to be comforted."

Brynden picked up the wine glass, poured wine into the empty glass, and said: "Robb, you and her have a few more children, one of them... tell her for me that I hope one of your children will become my heir." "Uncle, you are very strong, you can..."

Brynden waved his hand and said, "My child, your great uncle is actually very old. The only thing I want to do now is to help you quell the war in your kingdom while I can still wield a sword."

His face was kind: "I will take some time to write a letter to my little Kate soon."

The uncle and grandpa and the nephew and grandson drank and chatted until late at night.

In the dormitory.

Robb said sternly, "Reynard, what are you doing?"

As he entered, he found that Roselyn's hands and feet were shackled, and she was tied up with thick ropes.

Sir Reynard opened his mouth and explained, "You left her alone in the bedchamber. I want to ensure your safety, Your Majesty."

Robb held out a hand to Reynard. "Give me the key to the chains."

After getting the key, he slowed down and said, "Remember, she is my queen."

The door was closed, and Robb came to Roslin and squatted down. Just as he was about to speak to comfort her, she pleaded, "Please, don't kill me. I beg you to have mercy."

Looking at Roslin with tears in her eyes, Robb trembled his lower lip and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't make the arrangements well and frightened you."

"Let me untie the rope for you first."

After waiting for a while, Robb stretched out his hand. As he untied the rope, he said, "War... has nothing to do with women and children. I promise you will be safe."

Because he and his uncle and grandfather had drunk a lot, Robb's movements were a little slow, and it took him a long time to untie the rope and throw it aside.

Roslin was only wearing a white nightgown. Robb saw the clear marks left on her body. "Tomorrow... I will ask Reynard to apologize to you for this matter."

At this time, Roselin calmed down a little. She shook her head and said softly: "It's okay..."

"Of course, as long as you are willing..." Robb glanced at Rosalyn, and with a click, he untied the heavy shackles on her wrists.

He moved and then undid the shackles on her ankles.

He threw the shackles aside and looked at the girl who looked like a frightened deer. He said sincerely, "Miss Roselin, as long as you are willing, you will always be my wife and my queen. I will... always respect you. I promise."

Roslin looked at Robb cautiously with her red and swollen eyes, then immediately lowered her face.

Robb wanted to continue comforting her. He had developed the habit of patting her shoulders or arms during his time in the military, but he found that she was too thin, and her expression at the moment... looked as if she would break if touched.

He retracted his slightly raised hand and slowly stood up: "I'll ask someone to arrange a room for you to rest."

Robb paused slightly, and the hem of his robe was pinched by Roslin's slender fingers. She seemed to be begging: "Tonight, tonight... Can I stay here... Others... I'm afraid..."

Robb felt bitter in his heart, but he quickly suppressed the emotion and said, "Okay, you can rest in bed, I will protect you."

Roselin staggered to her feet with difficulty, wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, and whispered, "I can rest on the chair... You are the king... Thank you for forgiving my sins..."

“You didn’t…”

Seeing Rosalyn tidying up his bed like a maid, Robb rubbed his drunken head and continued, "Miss Rosalyn, you can ask the maid to do this."

Hearing this, Roselin's body trembled: "I'm just... just too scared... I'm sorry... I beg for your forgiveness..."

My uncle is right, some things take some time, and we can't be too anxious.

Robb shook his head, walked to the bed, climbed up, leaned his back against the headboard, and said, "I'm sorry, you can do whatever you want. I promise, I mean no harm, Miss Roslin."

After a moment's silence, Roselin whispered, "Shall I take off your boots for you?"

Robb closed his eyes and nodded silently.

Roslin finally took off Robb's boots and couldn't help wiping the sweat from her forehead.

She quietly observed Robb's frowning brows, hesitated for a moment, and then opened her red lips: "You drank a lot, would you like a glass of honey milk? You will feel better after drinking it."

Robb's eyes opened slightly. "Thank you, young lady."

Roselin gently opened the door and saw Sir Reynard guarding outside the door. When she saw him, she couldn't help but tremble.

She didn't dare look at him: "Sir, the king wants a glass of honey milk, the same kind he drank at the wedding banquet today, it should be sweeter."

After more than ten minutes, the door was reopened. Roseline took the cup from Leonard and nodded in thanks.

Sir Reynard ignored her and said to the room, "Your Majesty, I have been outside the door."

Hearing Robb's low response, he lowered his eyes to look at the timid Roslin and closed the door.

Sir Reynard seemed to scare Roseline very much. She stood facing the closed door for a while before she exhaled, turned around and walked towards the bed.

"Reynard won't make things difficult for you."

Hearing Robb's voice, Roslin almost dropped the cup in her hand as if frightened: "Sorry... Sorry."

Robb sighed and looked at the cup that Roslin handed to him respectfully. He reached out to take it. He was already a little thirsty, so he took a big sip and then frowned.

Roselin seemed to be frightened again: "Is it too sweet? I'll ask someone to change it..."

Robb interrupted, "It's okay, it tastes good, I'm just not used to it, thank you."

After drinking the honey milk, Robb felt more drunk and his eyelids became heavier.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty… Your Majesty…”

Before he fell into a deep sleep, he vaguely heard Roselin's call.

Boom boom boom, thunder sounds.

After midnight, Roselin, who was almost covered in blood, climbed up to the window with difficulty, looked down blankly for a while, then jumped into the turbulent Green Fork River.

Boom boom boom, muffled thunder rolls.

On the bed, Robb's limbs were firmly fixed with shackles and thick ropes. He lay in an X shape in a heart-pounding pool of blood, his facial muscles twisted, and pain, anger and unwillingness lingered in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)