Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Daenerys recalled the red-doored house in Braavos when she was a child. Outside the window of the bedroom, bright yellow lemons were dotted among the green leaves. The image was clear at first, but gradually became hazy. She reached out and touched her eyes and found that it was her own tears. Every time she recalled it, it was tears.

The pain in her lower body will last for a long time. Dany was hugged tightly in the arms of Khal Drogo, and her whole body was bruised.

Khal slept soundly in the tent, and she swallowed her tears and endured the pain alone.

She recalled the wedding of the Dothraki people. While there were endless banquets, there were also endless killings and battles. Women danced to the drums at the wedding banquet with crimson, yellow and orange veils. The open nudity and enchanting dance postures made Dany blush even when she thought of it now.

At the wedding banquet, the entire Karls tribe was free, and the warriors fought each other for girls and treasures. Dany saw more than ten warriors killed in battle. She couldn't imagine how many Dothraki warriors died in vain and meaningless deaths during the entire wedding banquet.

Drogo turned over slightly, and his long braided hair was draped over Dany's neck.

Khal Drogo's braids had never been cut once, which meant that he had never been defeated in the customs of the Dothraki people. Drogo was invincible.

I heard from my brother Viserys that many khals' braids were full of parasites, but fortunately her husband Drogo didn't. He took good care of his braids, and his attentiveness almost surpassed everyone else.

When it was daytime, Dany woke up, and Drogo beside her was gone. It was likely that he was riding a warhorse and leading the Dothraki cavalry to march eastward.

The silver colt that Drogo gave her was very beautiful, with silver-gray hair like the sea in winter, and its mane fluttering like silver smoke.

Whenever Dany rode on it, she only needed to touch the silver colt with her knees lightly, and it would trot. With a little effort from her feet and a light shake of the reins with her hands, the silver colt would obediently gallop forward.

At this time, Dany even felt that she could have the majesty of a khal.

"You are Khaleesi, and everyone will listen to you, even the khal." said Ser Jorah Mormont, who had followed her since the Dothraki wedding.

Dany gently pulled the reins, and the silver colt stopped. Jhogo came up and took the reins of the warhorse. He was one of the four Dothraki warriors assigned to her by the khal.

The unfamiliar common language of Westeros came out from Jhogo's mouth, "The Beggar King is inside."

Dany was slightly stunned, and immediately thought of her brother. She told Jhogo not to say these things in front of Viserys, but looking at Jhogo's surprised expression, she knew that it was a little late for her to say these words.

"Your Dothraki bitch and those barbarians are disrespectful to the king!"

As soon as she entered the tent, Viserys' familiar roar sounded in her ears.

Viserys approached Dany and pinched her chin hard, "What I need is Khal Drogo to go west, not east. Where is he going with my army? Where to go!"

"Khal needs to prepare, they can't go east in a hurry." Dany defended her husband and people, but her body suddenly leaned back, and Viserys pushed her to the ground.

A burst of exclamations appeared behind her, and Jhogo drew out his scimitar and was about to step forward to cut off Viserys' head, but was stopped by Daenerys's shout.

"Westeros is in chaos, they need a real king to save them, I advise you to remind your khal!" Viserys rushed out of the door, "I am the real king!"

Dany looked at her brother's back and closed her eyes sadly.

The heavy suspension bridge slowly rose and landed on the other side of the moat where the Tumblestone River and the Red Fork River converged.

"Blackfish" Brynden Tully rode his warhorse and walked out of the city gate. Robb Stark stood beside him, silent.

The cold wind blew on one side of Riverrun. Robb Stark looked at the wilderness in the distance. When he led his army to relieve the siege of Riverrun, there were only weeds and charred soil here.

But after several months of recovery, green onions returned to the land where the two rivers meet.

"This land will continue to flourish, or turn into a scorched earth." Brynden Tully said to Robb Stark, "The choice has been given to Artis Arryn and Jon Royce."

"I" Robb said hesitantly.

"You have blamed yourself enough, child," Brynden shrugged, "It is the fault of the vassal to let a boy be king. Victory has made you all confused. When you regret it..." Blackfish stopped talking, he tightly grasped the reins, "I will plead with Lord Royce and Lord Arryn for you, if it can be made up."

"I can't give up Jeyne." Robb said, "She is pregnant with my child. Do you know Jon Snow? He was treated unfairly by my mother. I can't let..."

"Oh my God," Brynden Tully pulled the reins angrily, "You are really a boy!" He galloped forward, no longer paying attention to Robb Stark behind him.

I will not be tied to the marriage between Stark and Tully. This boy is only the King of the North, not the King of the Trident.

If the boy of Greyjoy is really trustworthy, then Robb Stark can at least go back by sea, but the riverlands cannot bear the baptism of war again and again.

"Family, responsibility, honor." Brynden Tully said secretly. The motto of the Tully family cannot be followed by the incompetent children of the old trout, so let him, the black fish who harms the group, follow it!

He raised his front hooves and ran away. He had already thought of the strategy and the conditions for negotiation.

Robb wanted to negotiate with the Vale on behalf of the King of the North. No, he would negotiate on behalf of Edmure Tully, the Riverlands, and Riverrun.

Dust rose on both sides of the warhorse, and the clattering of horse hooves gradually moved away from Riverrun. Robb clenched his fists tightly, hoping for a good negotiation result.

"I am not optimistic about this negotiation," Rickard Karstark stared at the distance, while the heir of White Harbor frowned beside him, "We didn't give up any conditions."

Willis Manderly squinted at Robb Stark, who was full of hope, "I have to discuss this matter with His Majesty. Blackfish is smart. He can't be unaware that we will have a war with the Vale. I suspect he..." He moved his fat body, "Lord Royce will think our gold mine is a humiliation, but Lord Arryn may accept it."

Rickard shook his head, "Who cares about the conditions proposed by the losing party?" He rode his horse and didn't want to return to Riverrun. Instead, he took his entourage and ran towards the camp of the Northern Cavalry stationed outside.

Lord Tytos Blackwood stood on the top of the city, leaning on the battlements, rubbing his fingers on the rough gray stone surface. Lord Karstark galloped away below, and the cold ice wolf flags of thousands of Northern Cavalry stationed in the distance were fluttering.

Lord Tytos pounded on the battlements until his palms turned red. He sighed as he thought of all the thousands of Blackwood's men deployed on the north bank of the Tumblestone, facing the Twins' control of the Vale.