Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"I dreamed." Bran Stark said to Maester Luwin, "The sea flooded Winterfell, and many people died."

Luwin shrugged his shoulders, his thin body like a hanger for a gray robe. "Winterfell is a hundred miles away from the sea. Don't worry about strange dreams and magic, Bran." He called Hodor and picked up Bran. "I guess you don't need to go to the Eyrie, Bran."

Bran frowned, "Why?" His tone was still like a child, trying to raise it to make people believe the strength of his doubts, "Arya, and mother are there, and Nymeria! It's too lonely as a wolf, you can play with it in the summer."

Luwin looked at Bran, silent, until Bran stopped his complaints, and there was a little more sobbing in his tone.

"I really want to go to the south," Bran lowered his eyes, "I want to see the beauty of the Moon Mountains and learn swordsmanship from Lord Artis Arryn." He pushed Hodor, who was holding him, in anger, but his strength was too weak, and Hodor hardly felt the struggle of the little man in his arms.

"Lord Artis Arryn is no longer..." Luwin waved his hand, "The Vale is at war with us, we are no longer friends, Bran, you are the lord of Winterfell, you must know this."

"What?" Bran asked in surprise, "How could it be?"

"Politics," Maester Luwin shook his head, "Sometimes it is so complicated and so changeable. You may be friends one foot and enemies the next. Bran, you will learn this in history class today."

"I don't want to learn these useless things. Arya, my mother, and Nymeria are all in the Eyrie. Are they dead?" Bran asked anxiously, "Is Artis Arryn dead?" Did Arryn kill them?"

Luwin shook his head, "No, Lord Artis Arryn didn't hurt the young lady and the lady, and maybe he won't in the future. The Arryn family won't hurt little girls and women. They are eagles who value honor."

"Why?" Bran looked at Luwin, "Why did they become enemies? Aren't we going to avenge our father together?"

Luwin patted Hodor's back, "It's time to learn history, Bran," he walked in front, "When Ser Rodrik comes back, he can also teach you swordsmanship."

Several people walked towards the parade ground. Since Bran's legs were inconvenient, Bran never set foot in the maester's study because it was high up.

The sky gradually changed, becoming cold and dark.

Theon Greyjoy stroked the cold walls of Winterfell and groped forward in the night, with the sword-wielding Ironborn behind him.

Brynden Tully pulled the reins, and several veterans who followed him looked at the Royce rune flag fluttering in front of him and the fully armed Vale cavalry with some fear.

They were all old scouts who followed Brynden back from the Bloody Gate to Riverrun. They had seen the mountain clan warriors who crossed the mountains of the Moon Mountains, the solid defenses of the Bloody Gate and the bravery of the Vale soldiers, not to mention the famous Valley Knights of the Seven Kingdoms.

Brynden calmed down, kicked the horse under his crotch with his calf, and moved forward slowly.

The flag in front was also unfurled in an instant, the Vale cavalry made way, and the familiar thin face of Bronze Jon appeared in front of Brynden Tully.

"I see your personal banner is still the black trout that harms the group," Yohn Royce rode closer, "What are you doing here, blackfish? To surrender?" "Blackfish" Brynden Tully stood still, "To save your fellow trout, Bronze Yohn," he nodded slightly, "I want to negotiate with you." "Don't tell me you are here to plead for Robb Stark, the Oathbreaker," Yohn Royce said disdainfully with his head held high, "Our Royce family has severed ties with the Starks, I must hang Robb Stark's head on the top of the Runestone City, and never I will not forgive him for humiliating the Royce family and my daughter!" Brynden shook his head, "You are wrong, Lord Royce," his tone seemed to be relaxing, "I am only negotiating with you on behalf of Lord Edmure, the Tully family and Riverrun." Bronze Jon frowned tightly, "Not for him." Jon hesitated, looked at Blackfish with doubt, and stroked the bronze armor on his body, "Robb Stark is your relative, he has Tully blood." "Catelin is even more of my relative, and she is in the Eyrie." Brynden Tully raised his eyebrows slightly. "Lady Catelyn is very safe, including her daughter. Lord Arryn attaches great importance to honor and will not harm women and children." Jon frowned even deeper, and he muttered. Brynden nodded, "I understand. That's why I believe in the promises of the Vale people." He sighed slightly, "Robb Stark claimed to be king without authorization and broke his promise. I have been a Knight of the Bloody Gate and served Lord Jon Arryn for so many years. I am also half a knight of the valley. No Vale people can tolerate such humiliation." Yohn Royce looked at Blackfish with a little approval, "Your knightly skills are superb and you deserve to be a Knight of the Bloody Gate." His suspicious eyes were less suspicious. "Edmure Tully once attacked the cavalry led by my son Andar Royce without authorization. Riverrun even questioned the legitimate inheritance rights of Lord Arryn," he shook his head, "I didn't cause trouble to Riverrun before because of Stark. You know this, Brynden Tully."

Brynden Tully took a deep breath, "Perhaps, all this can be reconciled the moment the Green Fork completely belongs to the Vale," he stared at Jon, "Riverrun has strong defenses, and the northern part of the riverlands is also connected by many castles. If the Vale attacks by force, the damage will not be less than that of any other side. Although the Valley Knights are elite, they are difficult to replenish after all."

"And I," Brynden looked at Jon, "will expel Robb Stark from Riverrun and any castle in the riverlands. He can only fight the Vale cavalry in the field," Blackfish saw that Jon Royce's expression was slightly relaxed, and continued: "This will be good for the Vale and Royce. You can also defeat Robb openly and cut off his head and hang it on the Runestone City."

Yorn pondered for a moment and asked, "What are the requirements for doing this?"

"Riverrun will swear allegiance to the Iron Throne and not participate in the competition between eagles and wolves. The Tullys and Arryns will return to peace, and Stark," Brynden Tully's eyes trembled slightly, "Robb wants to sacrifice his sister and wants Sansa Stark to marry into the Royce family, and at the same time offer the gold mines he has plundered in the West."

"Robb Stark must die." Yohn refused.

Brynden stopped talking. He sighed in his heart. This was a situation he had expected long ago. Yohn Royce would never agree to Robb's conditions. Their family motto is "We Remember". The people of the Vale have always valued honor, and Royce is a representative of it. How could he negotiate with Stark?

Blackfish has been in Bloodgate for too many years, and his understanding of the nobles in the Valley even exceeds his understanding of the nobles in the Riverlands.

"I can't make the decision on my own, but you must expel Stark from Riverrun first, whether he is dead or alive," Yohn Royce turned his horse's head, "As for your conditions, I will mention them to Duke Artis, and whether he agrees or not depends on your luck."

Yohn raised his whip and ran towards the army behind him.

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