Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Young Wolf Lord" Jenny looked at Robb nervously, "I'm sorry, the people in the West around me call you that."

Robb looked at the white bandage on his right shoulder, and the smell of the ointment penetrated his nostrils.

"Are you going to bandage me?" Robb looked at Jenny's heart-shaped face, his heart beating slightly, "Ahem, miss." He tried to remain polite.

The Young Wolf Master, who is only sixteen years old, is used to seeing violence and violence, but he rarely spends time alone with girls.

Jenny lowered her head, watching Robb slightly move his injured arm and shoulder, and said urgently, "Duke, you'd better not move."

She pursed her lips slightly and raised her finger to point at Robb's shoulder, "It was just bandaged, Duke."

Jenny approached Robb's bedside and half-crouched in front of the young wolf master, "The bandage is a little loose. I should..." Her expression seemed to be more nervous than the injured Robb. Jenny gasped carefully, There was a request in his eyes.

"Of course, I." Robb understood what she meant, "You know how to heal, I should listen to you." He nodded slightly, pretending to be relaxed and put his head on the other side, not looking at her.

"Thank you." Jenny said softly, touching the bandage with both hands and tugging gently.

"You are Jeyne of House Westerling?" Robb asked.

"Yes." Jenny replied.

Jenny's brown curly hair exuded a gentle fragrance. Robb looked at this girl with his peripheral vision. She had a small and beautiful face and a very slender body that was half leaning on the bed.

"I think," Robb swallowed, "that these things should be done by the maesters of Crag."

Jeyne was slightly stunned, her brown eyes meeting Robb's.

"Bachelor? I'm sorry, Duke. Before you came, Maester Denis escaped from Cliff City with his belongings." Jenny came back to her senses and tied the bandage, "But I have learned some medical knowledge from the maester. ,so."

"Sorry, miss," Robb waved his left hand, "I was just, uh, I didn't question your ability, I just," Robb looked at Jeyne listening to him carefully, her brown eyes were always reminiscent of Doe, "I'm just asking, nothing else."

Jeyne breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She smiled at Robb and said, "I"

Just as she was about to answer, the door was pushed open and Jenny stood up in a hurry.

"Robb," Theon Greyjoy stood at the door, looking at Jenny in front of him with some surprise. A smile appeared on his face, "Maybe I should." He pointed to the door.

"No," Robb knew what his good brother was implying, "You can say it here."

Jenny lowered her head and walked away from Xion to the door, "Sorry, I won't disturb you."

Theon looked at her leaving back and raised his eyebrows inadvertently, "Did you see that?" he said to Robb in surprise.

"What?" Robb frowned, he guessed it was not a good thing.

"Her butt," Theon said, closing the door, "is that big?"

"Seven Hells, Theon," Robb said helplessly, "Isn't that what you came here to talk about?"

"You were in a coma for two days. I thought you were going to die." Xion straightened the wooden chair and sat on it. "But the Stranger doesn't seem to want to conquer you."

"I am a northerner, Theon," Robb shook his head. "I do not believe in the Seven Gods of the South."

Theon's smile never seemed to shrink, and he nodded, "Then I have to tell you some news from the south, from Golden Teeth City."

Robb's expression immediately turned serious, "Tell me."

"Don't be nervous," Theon said, "Staffer Lannister's army raided the Golden Tooth City at night. They were all good soldiers. They even scaled the city wall and almost captured the tower."

"Lord Harris Horwood?" Robb asked hurriedly.

"He died," Theon said, solemnly. "He died from a stray arrow in the throat. I'm sorry, Robb."

Robb closed his eyes, "Earl Harris was the first batch of vassals to respond to my call," his lips trembled slightly, "What was the result?"

"The riverland army of the Golden Tooth City was the first batch to flee. Damn the southerners cannot be trusted." Theon stared into Robb's eyes.

"What's the result?" Robb frowned.

"Clayton Redford's Vale Cavalry attacked the army of the West, and Stafford Lannister almost died under the iron heel of the Vale Cavalry," Theon said, looking relaxed, "We defended the Golden Tooth City , the other party didn’t take advantage of it.”

Robb exhaled slightly, "Fortunately among misfortunes, I think three thousand riverside troops are enough to protect Golden Teeth City. It's a matter of judgment on my part."

"The Riverlanders don't listen to a Northerner easily," Theon said. "Besides, it's not your problem. It's the Riverlanders' problem."

"Write a letter for me," Robb wanted to get out of bed, Theon stepped forward quickly, "Write to Ser Clayton Redford, thanking him for what he has done."

"The bigger problem goes beyond that, my lord Duke." Rickard Karstark stood at the door and said abruptly.

Theon stood aside consciously, looking at Lord Karstark who spoke out.

"Point it out, Lord Rickard," said Robb.

"Branded City has been reoccupied by that Lannister bastard Davon, and we have no way out, Duke." Rickard looked at his lord with a solemn expression and worriedly.

"Send scouts to the east of the Western Mountains." Robb was not at a loss because of this incident. Instead, he answered calmly, but was interrupted by Rickard.

"Davon Lannister has transferred 10,000 newly trained westerly recruits from Casterly Rock. The camps built early when we entered the westerly blocked our retreat. Scouts have investigated and found that several mountain roads are also blocked by rocks or camps." Rickard Karstark told the disturbing news.

"This is the news I just received this morning. Excuse me, it is a mistake to go deep into the westerly, Duke." Rickard took a deep breath, shook his head and sighed.

Theon frowned tightly, "You should listen to the Duke, Earl Rickard."

"I am not the one who can be bossed around by an iron man, Greyjoy bastard." Rickard looked at Theon with disgust and said viciously.

"Earl Rickard," Robb's expression became serious, "Theon and I are as close as brothers."

Rickard held back his words, "Excuse me, Lord Robb, but we need to make a quick decision." He stood up, glanced at Theon slightly, and turned away.

Robb was silent for a moment, with a smile on his face.

"In such a tense situation, are you laughing?" Theon said puzzledly, and it was rare for him not to smile.

"Davon Lannister is indeed smart," Robb said softly, "but he is also overconfident."

Theon shook his head, "Our retreat is all mountainous, and the advantage of cavalry is completely invisible. As long as Davon Lannister strictly guards our retreat, we will be trapped here with no way out."

"Yes," Robb looked at his injured arm, "Before, I only planned to reunite with the Great Jon and return to the riverlands to slowly plot against Tywin's army," he had a look of joy that was difficult to conceal, "but now, we have a battle opportunity given by the old gods. If we miss it, it will be equivalent to hurting ourselves."