Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Rows of flags were raised in the hands of the flag-bearing warriors. Complex and complex runes on the orange background appeared on the edge of the flags, and in the middle was a pile of neat pebbles.

Bronze armor is worn on Lord Yohn Royce. He is holding a long sword. The style is modeled after the Valyrian steel sword "Lament" once owned by the Royce family.

Raising the sword high above his head, Jon looked at the fluttering Royce orange flag, with no expression on his thin and old face.

Anda, Robert and Weimar all held the reins tightly with their hands and looked at Yohn Royce who was standing in front of the army with some worry.

"From the Bronze King of the Heroic Era, to the High King of the Moon Mountains, to now the most loyal supporter of the Guardian of the Valley," Jon raised the reins slightly, and the horses under his crotches walked cooperatively along the assembled cavalry phalanx, The bronze armor on his fingers "This set of bronze armor has always witnessed Royce's bravery, wisdom and persistence of honor!"

"No matter how many changes Westeros has gone through, Runestone City has always stood firm, and the noble ancestors of Royce have always adhered to their honor. Why is this? Why is this!" Yohn's voice has become hoarse, but he still remains. high.

"We Remember!" Anda shouted loudly.

"We will remember!" Weimar and even the Royce cavalry behind them shouted in unison. The Divine Eye Lake seemed to be frightened by the shouts that echoed through the sky, and the water surface trembled slightly, as if it was trembling.

"Yes, we will remember it!" Yohn Royce swung his long sword in the air. "This is a family motto that has been passed down for thousands of years. We will remember it!" He turned his horse's head and faced all the cavalry, " Remember the traditions of our ancestors, the hatred of blood and tears, and the teachings of the old and new gods!”

"We will remember!" Jon shouted loudly, the horse raised its front hooves and made a loud neighing sound.

"Robb Stark betrayed Lord Arryn's trust in him, proclaimed himself king, and showed off his power!" The red heat aroused by anger rushed to Lord Yohn's cheeks, his lips trembled, and his Adam's apple trembled.

"His father is a duke respected by all of Westeros. He sticks to his honor and is strict with himself! But he himself not only betrayed the valley and Duke Attis, he also betrayed his father and found a bitch from the West. Humiliate my daughter, break the engagement! He betrayed the Royce family!"

"The whole army will attack and hang the head of Robb Stark, the Oathbreaker, to the top of Runestone City. Kill him!~"

Jon's voice broke at the end, but he still screamed heartbreakingly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The valley cavalry waved their weapons, the sound was like a strong wind, and the surrounding wild plants fell to the ground.

Harold Haddon frowned tightly and looked at the Vale Cavalry marching westward below the city. "Robb Stark, the Oathbreaker, is very apt." He murmured, hammering his right hand on the battlement.

"Lord Royce took away two thousand cavalry." Marvin Bellmore beside him said uneasily, "But Robb Stark defeated tens of thousands of Westerners with a few thousand men. This trip is a bit reckless. ”

"How reckless," Harold Haddon said coldly, "Robb Stark humiliated the nobles of the Vale and humiliated Lord Yonn. Sooner or later he will be punished by Lord Arryn and face the sword of the knight of the valley. He was called before The king is seeking his own death, let alone now?”

Marvin Bellmore nodded slightly, "Sir Harold, Lord Royce asked me to send you a message." He stared at Harold Hutton, who was unable to go on the expedition with Royce, and coughed slightly. Seeing Harold turn his head, he continued, "I want you to go to the Eagle's Nest City, meet Duke Attis, and give this letter."

Marvin Bellmore handed over the letter, which was covered with beeswax from the Royce family. "Give this letter to Duke Attis, requesting that the Golden Tooth City, Twin River City and the ferry below Ruby Ford be blocked, and Robb... Stark's thousands of cavalry and Roose Bolton's 10,000 northern troops were completely locked up."

Harold Haddon hesitated, pondered for a moment, picked up the letter, and nodded to Marvin Belmore, "What about Harrenhal?"

"I'll keep it for you, Ser Harold," said Marvin Bellmore.

Harold breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the city.

Attis Arryn looked at Tyrion's letter, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at the messenger.

"When Tyrion wrote this letter, didn't he know that Stark regretted his marriage?" Attis said with a hint of teasing in his tone, looking at Tyrion's messenger.

The messenger looked hesitant, "Prime Minister, he probably didn't know that at that time."

Attis nodded, "That's right, your Prime Minister keeps his posture very low." He chuckled twice, "Although his short stature is not very tall."

The messenger swallowed nervously, pursed his lips slightly, and listened uneasily to Attis's joke.

"There is no difference from the last condition. It seems," Attis looked at the messenger, "The Iron Throne of Lannis," he repeated emphatically, "The Iron Throne can only give so much compensation."

The messenger opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but was muffled by the sound of An Gai outside the house.

"Master, Bachelor Ke Meng has something urgent and wants to see you alone." An Gai's voice came through the door curtain, loud and clear.

Attis tapped the soft chair he was leaning on and sighed slightly, "The Prime Minister's envoy, can I meet with the bachelor alone?"

The messenger quickly stood up and said, "Of course, it's convenient for you." He turned around and walked out of the house.

Attis lifted the jug beside him, and the aroma of wine filled his nose. He tilted the jug slightly and pointed it at the wine glass. The red wine filled the wine glass.

One cup, another cup.

"Please invite Maester Komon in." Attis said.

Maester Komon walked in and nodded slightly to Attis.

"After all, you are the messenger of the Iron Throne, Maester, the news you bring must be important enough." Attis handed the full wine glass to Komon, who held the glass with both hands and took a sip.

"Iron Throne" Komon noticed Attis's address, he took a deep breath and said to Attis: "It seems that Master Attis has already recognized the king?"

"The king is not recognized, but tempered, just like King Robert's hammer." Attis did not deny it, his tone was flat.

"I mentioned it to you before, I wonder if you remember it." Komon raised his eyes slightly, looked directly at Attis, and asked.

Artis bowed slightly and looked at the serious maester, "I remember all the conversations with you."

"Then you should know one thing." Komon approached the Duke, "Pycelle is a Lannister maester, from beginning to end."

"When I treated Lord Jon, your father, he insisted that it was a stomach disease and not poisoning." Komon's face trembled slightly, "This is a blood feud, Master Artis, if you are with the Westerlands... I don't know how to judge this, and it is still unclear whether King Joffrey was born of incest or orthodoxy. Your father is very likely because of the investigation. This matter and died in."

"You have said enough," Artis interrupted Comon's increasingly excited words, he turned to look at the maester, "The truth is always unpleasant to the ear, I understand what you mean, Maester Comon."

Comon took a step back, "Excuse me, Master Artis, I just hope that you will consider it carefully. After all, there is King Renly and Stannis."

Artis looked at Comon's somewhat anxious face and touched Comon's wine glass lightly, "You need to know what I want, maester." He picked up the wine pot and poured the wine. The red liquid flowed down the mouth of the pot and flowed into the glass.

Comon looked at the blurry face of Master Artis through the red wine, not knowing what he wanted.

"Stannis will not give me the Green Fork River," Artis murmured, his voice seemed to be placed in a cave surrounded by waterfalls, a little ethereal, "Renly will not give me the crown"

Crown? Komon was slightly stunned. What crown, Guardian of the East, what crown does the Duke of the Eyrie need, the Hand of the King?

"But the weak lion." Atis said, stopping the action of pouring wine, looking at the wine glass that was about to leak, and approaching Komon, "The hatred, the Arryn family will never forget, let alone me."

He moved away from Komon, "The time is just not yet," Atis put his hand on Komon's shoulder, "My maester, tell Tyrion's messenger that he can return to King's Landing."

"What, you, you refuse?" Komon asked.

"No," Atis said, "Bring Myrcella Baratheon to the Eyrie, I promised him."