Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"All the furnaces and candles in Harrenhal's Hundred Furnaces Hall have never been lit." Harrenhal's old maid opened her eyes wide and looked at the brightly lit Harrenhal Hall in front of her.

The nearly forty fires in the Hall of Hundreds were all lit, and the empty eaves were filled with candles. The Hall of Harrenhal, which originally had little smoke and smoke, was now filled with people.

It is said that the Hall of Hundreds of Furnaces can hold an entire army. Although it is a bit exaggerated, almost all noble officers in the valley can find their place here.

Michelle Redford looked with some burning eyes at Clayton Redford, his brother who followed Duke Attis and returned from the battlefield with full glory.

Count Beneda Bellmo of Hongge City raised her fleshy chin and said to the old maid with some pride: "Old woman, your castle needs the knights of the Seven Gods to control it. Don't make a fuss. The candlelight in the hall at least needs Shengge." It will take several days and nights for the erotic dance to be extinguished. Be more popular. This will be a good thing for the castle and Mrs. He'an!"

"That's not true," the old maid muttered. No one knew which river noble this old maid was from. They only knew that she had been serving the castle since Mrs. He'an married.

Beneda ignored the old woman. He raised his glass high, tapped it twice, and encouraged his son in the distance. Marvin Bellmore seemed a little shy when facing the noble daughter of the Riverlands, his cheeks flushed. Wearing crimson.

"God, he really should know how his old father hooked up with girls when he was young." Beneda reached out and held Michelle Redford who was at a loss. "Speaking of which, this time the Earl of Red Base went to All his sons have been sent out, Clayton, Jon, and you, Michelle. Then where is your eldest brother? Isn't he still enjoying the happiness in Red Base, admiring the moon and flowers with Lord Horton? "

Without waiting for Sir Michael, who was as shy as his son, to reply, Beneda Bellmore sniffed the fragrance that filled the hall, looking for something with her eyes.

"Sure enough," Earl Belmore smiled knowingly. He walked straight to the wall of the hall and looked up at the burning candles.

"The scented candles produced by the Weakley family are really a luxury product." Beneda Bellmore smiled as if she was remembering.

Attis looked at the lively Hall of Harrenhal, which was much more luxurious and lively than the previous banquet that Lady Hean hosted for King Robert's visit.

He took a sip of wine. Nearly all the valley nobles who participated in the Red Fork War gathered here to celebrate the victory over "Oathbreaker" Robb Stark.

The red-robed woman Melisandre once insisted on participating in the celebration, but Attis politely refused. He believed that having a follower of the Red God around him would sooner or later be criticized.

If Melisandre hadn't single-handedly conquered the Burning Tribe and most of the mountain clans that the Canyon Knights had failed to conquer for thousands of years, and became the so-called Fire Witch, I'm afraid no one would be willing to let this red-robed woman Following the bloody gate of the valley army, there had been dissuasion from Bachelor Kemen before, hoping that Attis would not bring the red-robed woman with the army, because this might be regarded as an ominous meaning by the valley soldiers.

Strictly speaking, this Red God believer only managed to gain a foothold in the valley by conquering the mountain clan.

If Melisandre was like the red-robed monk in Magro, who neither deliberately wore red robes nor preached any of R'hllor's teachings, Attis would not be worried. But it was obvious that the red-robed woman was a devout missionary, which did not meet Attis' expectations.

The banquet did not end until late at night. As far as the Duke was concerned, he only had to attend the banquet for a moment, and the subsequent fine wine and food belonged to the guests.

Attis came to the master bedroom that the maid carefully selected for him. He looked at the walls of the bedroom, which were covered with murals that seemed to record the history of Harrenhal's ownership.

The first thing painted on the wall was full of silver iron chains. In the four corners, you can faintly find golden longships, green pine trees, soaring ravens, and the last one that is vague but can be judged by Attis's memory of history. That's a bunch of grapes.

These symbolize the Iron Islands, Bear Island, Raventree City and Arbor Isle respectively. This was once the largest territory owned by the Ironborn. Harrenhal was once the king of the Iron Islands and River Islands as their home city. Hall family.

This mural covers the entire wall, but can only be vaguely visible. The outside of the mural is covered with layers of orange castle coat of arms. Small castles one after another converge into a large castle that covers the outside of the Hall family mural.

This must have been the work of House Harroway, who briefly owned Harrenhal.

He sat on the edge of the bed a little tiredly, and Melisandre approached quietly.

Attis looked at the woman in red robe, who was only wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, with a somewhat moved expression.

"You defeated your opponent under the red comet. This battle will be passed down to future generations, my true king." Melisandre's red eyes wavered slightly, as if the joy and sorrow were only connected with Attis and had no emotions of her own. .

Attis smiled with some disdain, "Soldiers of the army, as the people of the Riverlands like to call them, the Battle of the Red Comet?" His upper body lay on the bed, and the warmth in front of him quickly came up. .

"The bloodline of the Stark family is like ice, and the ancient power is contained in it." Melisandre's red lips pressed against Attis's ear, whispering softly, "The blood-red trail of the comet indicates the return of power. I need the king." "blood"

"You want me to kill Robb Stark." Attis' tone was very calm and emotionless.

Melisandre put her hands into Attis's clothes, her lips still touching his ear, "You should follow the instructions in the dream and pierce the chest of the King of the North with ice. This is what R'hllor wants you to do. Made.”

The red-robed woman gradually climbed onto Attis's upper body, sealed his mouth with her red lips, and murmured, "Believe in me, believe in the Lord of Light, my God."

However, Attis held up the hem of her skirt with his hands, turned over and pressed Melisandre under him, "Your Lord of Light so hopes to use human blood as a sacrifice?" He opened the red-robed woman's thin shirt and watched it. Looking at her graceful figure, "This does not look like the actions of a savior in mythology."

Melisandre lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You are the savior, and the King of Light is your guide." Melisandre said softly, with a submissive tone, "Give me the blood of the king and the dragon eggs, and I will give you a true dragon. Let the dead fossils grow scales and barbs again, and revive the real dragon."

"Wait a minute, I doubt whether Jeyne Westerling can have children. She looks very thin." Attis kissed Melisandre's cheek. "Give me a dragon? I'm not crazy. Gillian doesn’t have dragon-controlling blood.”

"You will have weapons to control the dragon," Melisandre's tone seemed to invite people to guess, "I smell salt on it, it will come from the sea."