Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

In the living room of the Eyrie, a letter written by Robb Stark was placed on the table. The silver-grey seal of the direwolf was opened. Robb's handwriting was elegant and soft. Artis had seen the handwriting of Bronze Jon and Andar Robb, but none of them paid as much attention to neatness and fonts as Robb.

In this respect, it looked like a letter from a noble lady and a scholar.

Robb agreed to the conditions of the Vale and agreed to the marriage of Jon Royce. Arya and Robin's marriage naturally had to wait until they were adults before preparations were made, and Robb and Yasina's wedding might have to wait until the end of the war.

Artis stood up. He asked Anger to put the map of the Westerlands and the Riverlands on the wall. He leaned against the wooden pillars at the four corners of the bed and looked at it carefully.

Robb's original strategy was to quickly meet up with the Great Jon's cavalry and use the mobility advantage to go around the mountain road to return to the Riverlands.

But Davon Lannister, who guards the Westerlands, is indeed very thoughtful. He is the eldest son of Stafford Lannister, the younger brother of Lady Joanna. His father is responsible for training 10,000 new soldiers in Casterly Rock, while he gathers the remnants of the Westerlands troops in the Golden Tooth and the Riverlands, connects them in various fortresses, and uses the terrain to contain Robb's cavalry.

The success of the rigid camp battle against the flexible and mobile cavalry depends mainly on the wisdom of the commander. Obviously, since Robb only has the Blackfish's thousands of weak Riverlands troops to support him, most of the Riverlands nobles are busy recovering their territories and signing marriage contracts with the surviving descendants of the great nobles. The strength of the 20,000 Riverlands troops was almost dispersed at the moment Robb defeated Jaime.

Davon's strategy is quite effective, and Robb Stark needs more reinforcements.

Artis paused for a moment, "Ange." He called softly.

Ange perked up, "Master"

"Please ask Maester Komon to come over."

Ange nodded and left the room.

The moonlight shone through the window and onto the floor, and the fine blue lines were covered with silver powder. It was already late.

Komon pushed open the door, "Master, you are looking for me."

"I'm sorry, Maester Komon," Attis said, "I called you so late."

"I'm reading the manuscript left by Maester Cologne. Haha, I think the city has buried a genius again. I agree with the views in it. Fortunately, he served the glorious Arryn family, and his talent was not wasted." Komon smiled and didn't care.

Atis smiled calmly, "You and Maester Cologne must have a lot in common."

"Yes," Komon said with emotion, "During the days I served in the Eagle's Nest, I have a deep understanding of Maester Cologne's works, but it's a pity that we were not born in the same era."

Komon put away his emotion and waved his long sleeves, "Master Atis, you asked me to come late at night, is there something important?"

Atis nodded, "I hope you can write a letter and let the raven deliver it to the Moon Gate Castle, Longbow Hall and Red Fort."

Komon slightly widened his eyes "Is that so? I can write it now. What is it about, Lord Artis?"

"Recruit troops, send troops to the Westerlands and King's Landing," Artis pondered for a moment and added, "All of them are under the banner of the Arryn family, and a letter is also written to Harrenhal. The actions of the Royce family now represent the will of the Arryn family. The Crescent Falcon banner does not need to be restrained."

Comon nodded, and he frowned slightly, "This is a big action, Duke Artis. The Vale has just ended the Battle of the Three Rivers. If we move again, Soldiers."

"Lord Robb Stark agreed to the conditions of marriage with the Vale. Bran fell from the tower and was half disabled, but he would rise from Winterfell sooner or later. As the proposer of the conditions they agreed to, we naturally have to contribute. This is basic common sense and a manifestation of honor," said Atis. "Robb is Eddard's eldest son. He will understand this."

Comon nodded to show his understanding, "I will send the letter over, sir."

Ange's voice sounded outside, "Sir, Miss Roslin is here."

Comon smiled slightly, but still kindly reminded, "Sir, maybe you should be more secretive. Although the Eyrie communicates with the outside world almost entirely through ravens, it is inevitable that someone will talk about these things."

"Thank you for your reminder, maester," Atis responded to the maester's reminder kindly, "The Eyrie is a castle that naturally keeps secrets, but I will pay attention."

Comon bowed slightly, "Don't disturb your rest, Master Atis." He left the room, thinking about what wording to use for the content of the letter.

Roselin appeared at the door.

"Will my brother leave the Eyrie?" Robin opened his eyes and leaned against the wall.

The coach of the Eyrie, Vardis Egan, shook his head, "The ones in charge of leading the army are Earl Eustace Hunter and Sir Clayton Redford. The Duke will not lead the troops to the battle."

"Didn't we just fight a war?" Robin looked at the strange vassal who was anxious to visit the Eyrie. The suddenly busy Eyrie made him a little difficult to adapt to.

"According to the current situation," Vardis put on an expression that all the guards of the Eyrie liked, a worried look, "With three kings coexisting, the war may never end."

"No matter what," Robin raised his eyebrows, "the Knights of the Valley will definitely win."

Vaddis rarely smiled, "The Knights of the Valley have already won a battle, and they don't care about winning another one."

Arya and her Nymeria rushed out from the stone pile of the Eyrie, "Your brother is helping the Young Wolf Lord fight."

"Who is the Young Wolf Lord?" Robin touched Nymeria's hot tongue with his hand, and this action made Vardis frown.

"My brother, the Lord of Winterfell, Robb Stark!" Arya stroked Nymeria's hair, "He is more powerful than your brother. I heard that he defeated the Kingslayer and Lannister."

"Impossible!" Robin shouted loudly, "No one is more powerful than my brother!" He seemed to be twitching all over. Vardis thought it was not good and said quickly: "No one can defeat the Eagle of the Valley."

Robin's emotions calmed down slightly. Arya became timid when she saw his excitement. She almost forgot her mother's advice. Robin was sick and was not suitable for excessive emotions.

"Sorry," Arya said shyly, shrinking her neck, "The wind was too strong just now, and I let it slip."

Robin snorted, "I forgive you, little wolf girl." He waved his hand pretending to be generous and raised his head.

Vardis looked at the two children bickering and interacting with each other, and felt a little strange. It seemed that Duke Artis and Lady Catelyn had chosen to delay telling them that they had signed a marriage contract, but the nobles of the Vale might have known about it.

Eustace looked at the cavalry behind him, while his deputy Creighton led the infantry from a distance. It took them a long time to regroup the army, but fortunately, the Moon Gate Castle still retained a lot of Vale troops that had not been sent out before, so this time the conscription did not encounter too much trouble.

The cavalry behind him were eager to try, and there were many knights wearing heavy armor. Eustace held a spear and pointed to the west, "Go! For the Vale!"

"For the Vale!" The cavalry raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.