iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 425: Under the Rushing City 2
Sir Davon continued to vent his anger: "Before this, I sent Sir Fowler as my envoy to the Kneeling Inn, hoping to discuss the siege of Riverrun together, but he was treated like a humiliation! Not only did he ask me to hand over food and grass, but he also warned me that if the war went badly, he would take over the war of Riverrun! He is just a lucky upstart, an upstart born in the swamps of Crabclaw Peninsula, and the swamp flower is constantly provoking the lions!"

Ser Jaime raised an eyebrow and said, "Did Ser Fowler return safely? Is he still alive?"

Sir Davon looked puzzled. James shrugged and said, "Don't forget the nickname of the Lord of Crabclaw Peninsula... a half-wild noble."

Then he frowned, looked at Ser Davon, and said in a serious voice: "My cousin, although you are the Warden of the West, he is the Duke of the Eyrie and a famous general known to all the Seven Kingdoms. When we were in the Red Keep, even my father and Uncle Kevan had to respect his advice...From another perspective, you sent an envoy to discuss the war with him, and he came here to take care of the refugees in the Riverlands. Wouldn't this look like a provocation to him?"

Sir Davon scratched his messy hair and said blankly: "Should I meet Duke Craber in person?"

James raised his glass to Davon, "Believe me, he is a very easy duke to get along with."

After taking a sip of wine, Ser Davon sat down, paused, and sighed: "In terms of qualifications, Jaime should be the Warden of the West. I am not saying that I don't like this honor, but the title of Warden of the West not only surprised me, but also made me feel heavy. No one thinks I am qualified to wear it. But you are different. The lords, knights, and soldiers of the West will love you."

His eyes were sincere. "I'm glad you're here. Really. I hope you can take over this important task. I'll be at your service, Cousin James."

Sir James smiled: "Does the three-month deadline of the Royal Council scare you?"

Hearing this, Sir Davon almost jumped out of his chair: "The lion is fearless!"

Sir James couldn't help but smile. He stood up and walked over, patting Davon on the shoulder: "In that case, then guard this honor well. I will support you, my cousin."

“But…but…”

James's big hands grasped Davon's thick shoulders and said, "No buts. Don't forget, I am a member of the Kingsguard. According to the tradition of the White Knights, I am not qualified to inherit the title of Warden of the West."

Sir Davon scratched his yellow hair again: "Didn't you serve as the Guardian of the East Mirror before (Chapter 130)?"

Ser Jaime reached for the goblet, took a sip, was silent for a moment, and said, "Robert does not value my feelings."

Seeing that Jaime's face had become slightly heavy, Ser Davon did not ask any further questions. He changed the topic to a lighter one: "How is Cersei? Is she still as charming as before?"

James couldn't hide his stiff expression, and after a while he spoke: "She is beautiful and golden."

To Davon, Jaime's reaction meant that he missed his sister. All the Lannisters knew that the siblings had a deep relationship since childhood and were almost inseparable.

Tsk, we've only been apart for a few days... Ser Davon stood up, patted Jaime's arm comfortingly, and said, "The sooner you take care of Riverrun, the sooner you can return to Cersei. Hurry, I'm also anxious to go to the Red Keep to meet my charming cousin and use the Blackfish's head to make her happy."

"My mission is to train the Kingsguard brothers."

This time it was Ser Jaime who changed the subject. He walked a few steps and stood in front of the table, looking at the deployment marked on the map: "Riverrun has been surrounded by you... Davon, Blackfish should know that Tully is doomed to fail. Didn't you negotiate with him?"

Davon also looked down at the map. "Of course. The messenger I sent out had just ridden to the city gate when he was shot by Blackfish's arrow and fell into the mud. He was telling the Lannisters that he wanted to fight us to the death. We have no choice but to storm."

After discussing for a while, Davon said, "Let's go out for a walk. I'm sure everyone is waiting to see you, James."

They walked out of the tent and toured the camp together. Jaime met many familiar and unfamiliar faces. In front of a campfire, three crossbowmen invited him to share the rabbits they hunted, and a young westerland knight asked him to teach him how to defend against a warhammer attack.

Walking downstream, I saw two women riding on the shoulders of two tall soldiers, fighting in the shallows. They were half drunk, their clothes were disheveled, and they were laughing and grabbing each other's messy clothes, while the other dozen soldiers surrounded them and cheered loudly.

James' expression couldn't help but relax. To be honest... this was the life he liked. It was much more comfortable than staying in the palace.

Just as he was considering betting a bronze star on the lady, Sir Davon, who had temporarily left for military business, hurried back.

"Jaime, Aunt Gina (Tywin's sister) knows you are coming and tells you to go see her as soon as possible. These are her exact words." After saying that, Ser Davon laughed.

Ser Jaime was pulled away by Davon: "Lady Gina has become more gentle."

They deliberately boarded a small boat at a ferry closer to Riverrun and headed for the Frey camp on the north bank of the Tenderstone River.

From the boats flew the white banner of the Kingsguard, the stag and lion of Tommen, and the roaring lion of the Lannisters.

Standing on the deck at the bow, Jaime looked up. Archers were marching back and forth between the crenellations of Riverrun, the Tully banner was fluttering in the wind, and silver trout were leaping fearlessly on the red and blue stripes.

However, on the tallest tower, there was a long Ice Wolf flag flying.

Tully's castle is like a giant stone ship cutting through the waves in the surging river, and its tall and thick sandstone walls are bathed in the golden red sunlight.

Jaime remembered that when he first visited Riverrun, he was still as green as summer grass... Lord Sumner Crakehall of the Westermares (whom Jaime had served as a squire when he was young) sent him to deliver a letter, saying that the letter was of great importance and for safety reasons, raven carriers could not be used.

After the letter was delivered, Duke Hoster Tully kept him for half a month in the name of replying carefully, and...he let his little daughter, Lysa Tully, sit next to him at every meal.

At that time, Miss Lysa was very beautiful, with a pair of cute dimples on her delicate face and long auburn hair. When he took the initiative to talk to her, she was very shy and rarely spoke, just laughing secretly beside him, without any passion like Cersei.

Compared to Lady Lysa, Jaime finds Hoster's eldest daughter, Catelyn Tully, more attractive, but she is already engaged. Her fiancé is the brother of the current Duke of Winterfell, the former heir of Winterfell, and Brandon Stark, who was later burned to death by the Mad King, whom Jaime witnessed with his own eyes.

However, his former self was more attracted to Brynden Tully, who was famous in the Seven Kingdoms, than to girls. He ignored the shy Lady Caisa at the dinner table and was busy asking about Ser Brynden's wonderful "story" in the Battle of the Ninepenny Kings.

The Blackfish Sir was younger than he is now...

Now, they are about to turn their swords against each other...

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After getting off the boat and entering the Frey camp, Jaime couldn't help but frown. The tents and campfires here were so disorderly and scattered. He even suspected that a random raid of one or two hundred people would be enough to cause the lazy Frey soldiers to flee directly.

As soon as they approached the Marquis's tent with the twin tower flags flying high, the tent door was opened and a hearty female voice was heard: "Oh, you are finally here, Jaime, right?" Genna Lannister's square body filled the entire tent door, and her thin husband secretly poked his head behind her and looked at Jaime.

She opened her big arms and said, "We have been apart for a long time, don't you want to give your dear aunt a warm hug?"

James smiled helplessly, then held her dutifully, waiting for his aunt to pinch his ears... Ever since he could remember, Ms. Gina liked to pinch his ears.

However, today she held back and only gave him a wet, soft kiss on the face.

Lady Gena looked Jaime up and down and said with emotion: "It is time for the Lannisters' sorrow to end."

James smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes, everything will be fine, I promise, Ms. Gina."

"Oh - he must be pleased with your strength, Tywin, I mean."

Hearing his wife mention Tywin's name, Jaime's uncle, Lord Emmon Frey, seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity to interrupt. He quickly said: "Lord Tywin is a legend that only appears once in a thousand years in the Seven Kingdoms."

Marquis Aimon, who is only in his early forties, has only a few sparse white hairs on his head. Since he has no chin, his protruding Adam's apple looks funny.

His hands were always twisting restlessly, and because he was short and thin, he looked like a reed in his woolen coat.

James smiled politely: "Thank you for your compliment, Lord Marquis."

At the age of fourteen, Emmon went to Casterly Rock to marry Gena Lannister. The marriage was arranged by Jaime's grandfather, Lord Tytos Lannister, which made Tywin Lannister very angry.

At that time, because of his fear of Tywin, Aemon was so nervous in Casterly Rock that he couldn't eat anything and became thinner and thinner. Aunt Gina was also involved in this.

And at several feasts, Ammon could only pick at the food glumly while Aunt Gina cheerfully made obscene jokes to the knights who gathered around her.

Although Lady Gina was unhappy with the marriage arranged by her grandfather, she still gave Ammon four sons, or rather...she claimed they were his sons.

No one dared to question Genna Lannister, least of all her husband, Emmon Frey.

Sir Davon made an excuse to leave and sent the servants away. Only Jaime, Gina and Aemon were left in the tent.

"Jaime, I've heard so many strange rumors that I can hardly believe them. How could Tyrion kill the Red Viper of the Martell family? How could Joffrey kill his grandfather? And how could the little king drown in the bathtub?"

After a moment of silence, Jaime nodded slightly and said in a heavy tone: "It's all true, but Tyrion is innocent."

Lord Emmon sighed, "These are the darkest times in the Seven Kingdoms. Now that Lord Tywin is gone, I am truly worried for everyone."

"Shut up, this is not the point I'm talking about. If Tywin were here right now, you should be worried about everyone."

Mrs. Gina gave her husband a lecture, then she put her huge butt on a folding chair, which immediately made a dangerous "creaking" sound.

She snorted coldly and said, "Aimen, can't you go out and get some fresh air first?"

Marquis Aimon asked doubtfully, "Breathe some fresh air?"

Mrs. Gina said impatiently, "Or pee? My nephew wants to discuss family matters with me."

Hearing this, Marquis Aimon's face turned red, and he quickly said: "Yes, it's too hot here, I'd better go for a walk outside."

As soon as Lord Emmon left, Lady Gina rolled her eyes and said, "This is my husband. He hasn't even secured his position in the Twins yet, but he's already thinking about moving to Riverrun. Last night, he told me on his bed that he wanted to become the Lord of the Riverlands."

Her huge breasts rose and fell. "In order for my sons not to lose their father so soon, I kicked him off the bed."

James couldn't help laughing and comforted him, "I guess Lord Emmon should also consider your sons."

Lady Gena snorted and said, "If Robb Stark had not held the Red Wedding in the Twins, the title of Marquis would never have been inherited by Aemon. Now everyone calls him the lucky Marquis."

James picked up the wine jug, poured wine for Lady Gina, and said, "Aunt Gina, I'm just lucky that you got through the danger safely..."

Lady Gina waved her hands and said, "My sons and I are alive because I never trusted the young Stark man who had broken his engagement. The first thing I did after I crawled out of the cave was to ask someone to enlarge the entrance. I almost didn't get in."

After laughing with her nephew for a while, Lady Gena suddenly asked, "I heard that Tywin laughed while lying in his coffin. Is that true?"

James shrugged slightly. "He was rotting in his coffin, and his mouth was twisted."

"Is that all?"

Lady Genna's voice was a little sad. "They say Tywin never smiles. That's not true. He smiled brightly on the day he married your mother, and on the day Aerys appointed him Hand. Tygett told me that he smiled when Tarbeck Hall fell to the ground, burying the treacherous Lady Ellyn. And he smiled when you were born, Jaime. I saw it with my own eyes, and it's true."

She took a sip of wine, and couldn't help but smile at the sweet memory: "You and Cersei, two pink things, perfect, like two peas in a pod, only different between your legs... You had a loud voice back then."

James grinned: "Listen to my roar... I didn't expect my father used to love to laugh."

Lady Gina shook her head slightly and said, "No, Tywin does not trust smiles. He has seen too many people laugh at your grandfather."

She frowned for a moment, then continued, "I heard that Kevan and Cersei were not happy. Tell me, now that Kevan has unfortunately passed away...what will your sister do? Will she settle Kevan's heir?"

(End of this chapter)