Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"The people in Stonehall confirmed the news," Kevan looked at the letter Tywin Lannister was holding tightly in his hand, a letter from Tyrion in King's Landing. "Bronze Yonn indeed did not send troops to follow."

Tywin stroked the cracked chainmail on his body. He had been pursued by the valley cavalry when he was traveling north along the Blackwater River. If his brother hadn't led the troops to rescue him, it would have been more than just his chainmail that was broken.

"Let's explore again." Tywin was still cautious and replied to Kevan briefly.

Kevan nodded, "I'm going to set up the waiting room." He stood up, looking slightly tired, and was about to leave the camp.

"No need, Kevan," Tywin said, looking at Kevan's tired eyes, "I have sent people to do this, you should rest."

Tywin's tone was still low, and he didn't seem to feel any joy at receiving the news.

"Tywin." Kevan didn't even say the honorific, "Brother, you are still worried."

Tywin did not choose to respond, but asked, "Where are our former troops?"

Kevan took a long breath and said, "Magic Mountain took the front army to rest briefly in Pink City and prepare to cross the river as soon as possible. In addition, the partial army that took the mountain road to Deep Cave City should have arrived at Angle Valley City by this time."

"Thousands of troops in the hands of the Bracken family didn't stop it?" Tywin's tone revealed doubt.

"The Pink City surrendered directly without any resistance. I'm afraid Bracken's people are still hiding near their castle." Kevan Lannister clearly noticed that since Jaime disappeared without a trace, his brother's tone always sounded It revealed some elements of uncertainty and self-doubt, which was far from the previous Lion of the West. He looked at Tywin worriedly, forgetting his physical fatigue.

Tywin was unmoved, staring at the map hanging in front of him, his brows furrowed. Kevan seemed to see invisible pressure suddenly pressing on Tywin's broad shoulders, and he even felt suffocated beside him.

"Jaime, my son," Tywin said, "haven't you found him yet?"

Kevan Lannister swallowed slightly and nodded with difficulty, "There is no news from Casterly Rock, and there is no news that Jaime was captured by Stark."

Tywin's shoulders seemed to be relieved of their strength, and his whole body slumped down in vain, sitting on the chair in front of the table.

"I should have kept Tyrion in the army, not let him fend for himself in King's Landing." Tywin pursed his lips tightly and looked at his brother.

Kevan was speechless and just looked at Tywin quietly.

"If I were Robb Stark, I would definitely march towards Casterly Rock City." Tywin took a long breath and confessed the insecurities in his heart to his younger brother. Kevan was his most trusted relative. This kind of trust Even beyond his own eldest son.

"Even the dragon cannot capture Casterly Rock. Besides, Robb will definitely seek a decisive battle with us." Kevan shook his head, trying to comfort his brother.

"He doesn't have to attack Lannister Port or any fortress in the West except Casterly Rock." Tywin leaned his body against the desk, but still chose to tighten his waist and abdomen to appear upright, " With Stafford dead and Da'von a prisoner, there's no one left to defend the West, Kevan."

"And we, brother." Kevan knew that Tywin was showing his most vulnerable side to him at this time, which could only be seen when Joanna and himself were by his side. "According to our plan, we will encircle three places." Although the Golden Tooth City has been damaged, as long as we cross the Red Fork River and the partial army crosses the mountains, we can still capture the Golden Tooth City by surprise."

"Besides, the people guarding the Golden Tooth City now are not the northerners, nor the riverlanders, nor Robb Stark nor Brynden Tully, but Eustace Hunter of the Vale. Their attitude was just It’s ambiguous, we have analyzed the hidden dangers of the Wolf Osprey Alliance before.”

Kevan's voice was higher than Tywin's for the first time, and his urgency was evident in his tone.

"Yes," Tywin interrupted Kevan, "We have analyzed that Attis Arryn and his knights of the valley drove away the lord of the Green Fork River and cleared out a large number of knights from the riverlands. This is unprecedented and inevitable. It will explode in the future, we just have to wait, do you want to say this, Kevan!" The lion's roar came from Tywin's mouth again.

"However, you must also think clearly. The foundation of their alliance is still there. When Robb became king, the attitude of the valley suddenly became ambiguous. This was Attis Arryn warning Stark to let him see his situation and status clearly. "There was anger hidden in Tywin's words, "Attis Arryn wants to make a final decision after the decisive battle between the wolf and the lion. He is not simply supporting one side. He wants to see us and Stark both lose and increase the stakes! "

Tywin threw Tyrion's letter on the desk, "Tyrion still tried to marry off Myrcella and re-divide the territory of the Green Fork as a condition, and even revealed that the Westerland and the Vale would divide the Riverlands as a follow-up. "The conditions," Tywin supported the table with both hands, "don't forget the basis of their alliance. Attis Arryn's profit-seeking is bound to Robb Stark's engagement. This is the real reality!"

"Unless the Starks themselves are guilty!" Tywin said angrily, "our chances are slim."

Seeing Tywin analyzing so clearly, Kevan couldn't help but feel a stone fall in his heart. At least, the lion of the west who heard my roar is not far away, even though the situation is so unfavorable to Lannister.

Jeyne Westerling felt Robb's touch. There were calluses left by holding the sword on his palms. The skin was not scratched when he rubbed it, but it made her feel very comfortable.

The feeling of nausea surged from her stomach, and she felt sick. This was the seventh time she had such a situation in the past few days.

"What's wrong?" Robb noticed Jenny's abnormality and asked.

"Nothing, Your Majesty." Jenny smiled and kissed the young king in front of her, but she could not hide her inner joy.

The two were entangled in the quilt. Jenny stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, with a lot on her mind.

Sybelle Spicer, the wife of the Earl of Cliff Rock and Jenny's mother, looked at the letter sent by her son Reynard from the Brand City Army. The news of Jenny's pregnancy was like a thorn in her heart. She closed her eyes and felt her heart beating carefully.

She was born a humble civilian and a merchant. She had been making a big gamble since she was born, taking over the business of her ancestors and marrying a noble in the West. She had been gambling and winning.

This time, Sybelle was already very old. Although her figure was dignified, the wrinkles of old age had already climbed up her cheeks.

But time has not yet affected her judgment and quick thinking. In her eyes, the strong young wolf is just a hot-blooded child who is prone to make irrational decisions rashly.

Ever since the three kings of Westeros appeared in a noisy manner, and now the four kings are fighting in a mess, she has been looking at this fight that has swept the seven kingdoms with a pure businessman's eyes. She can also see who is behind the northerners to guarantee their front-line battles, and she is also clear about the conditions of this guarantee.

Sybelle can only see so much, her vision is limited to this.

She took a deep breath and took out the letter paper. The ink pen stained the rough paper, and the conspiracy was hidden in the sliding tip of the pen.