Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Stannis Baratheon looked at the burned-out Florentine barracks in silence, his cold face frozen in place.

"They seem to be dying," the Onion Knight said very softly, even drowned by the cold wind in the hills of the Stormlands, but Stannis heard it clearly, and he kept his attention to Davos Seawo. Si, his most trusted subordinate. "There is no standard for setting up camp. It's like a camp organized by soldiers without military training."

Stannis had a smile on his face after hearing this. He looked at the Onion Knight and said, "Have you ever learned how to form an army, Davos?"

"Your Majesty, my allegiance is to the wisest commander of the Seven Kingdoms. I am just influenced by it." Davos Seaworth lowered his attitude a little too low, which made Stannis not satisfied.

"I am surrounded by sycophantic nobles. This is the case on Dragonstone, and the same is true for the nobles of the Stormlands. I don't want you to be like them." Stannis said solemnly, his tone full of certainty and unquestionable meaning.

But it seemed that Sir Davos knew his monarch very well. He just responded: "That's the fact. We don't look back on your bravery in history. Your Majesty, you led thousands of men to defeat Renly's tens of thousands of cavalry in the hills of the Stormlands." This achievement is enough to make him famous. It is not an exaggeration to say that His Majesty is the wisest commander in the Seven Kingdoms."

Stannis sneered, "Robb Stark also had thousands of cavalry. He defeated Jaime Lannister, Stafford Lannister and Davon Lannister, leaving Tywin with no soldiers to mobilize." Go to Casterly Rock to defend the city. Now this lion who has been proud all his life can only rely on the golden dragon in his hand, hoping to attract mercenaries from the Eastern Continent to fight for him."

The Onion Knight listened quietly, and the horse under Stannis's crotch suddenly snorted. His king pressed his palm on the horse's neck and comforted him gently.

"Lannister has always been strong, and it can only be maintained by relying on the largest standing army and sophisticated weapons and armor in the Seven Kingdoms. The golden dragon serves this army. If he is just a businessman with a wealth that rivals other countries, it is nothing to mention," Stannis does not think highly of Tywin. Now in his eyes, Tywin's tough style is just the performance of being strong on the outside, rather than having the strength to match it.

Davos looked at the Florentine barracks in the distance where the voices had gradually subsided. "Robb Stark is simply incomparable to you. Your Majesty, you may be underestimating yourself." He looked at his king. Stannis was still That expression was not affected by Davos' words at all, "You will never do anything that violates your oath and covenant."

Stannis didn't respond, and Davos knew this was a sign of acquiescence and approval, as his king liked to be stingy with words of praise, which might come across as mean and alienating.

"Attis Arryn," Stannis said the name, "I always thought he would be like his father, worthy of respect and abide by the order of the Iron Throne."

The Onion Knight stopped talking. He once persuaded Stannis to agree to grant the Green Fork territory to the Eyrie. He guessed that Renly and Tywin would do this to gain the allegiance of the Arryn family and the support of the Vale Knights.

He even conspired with the old bachelor to marry Princess Celine to Robb Stark or Attis Arryn, but later the Young Wolf Lord reached a marriage contract with the Royce family, so Davos set his sights on On top of matchmaking and marriage in the valley.

But Stannis did not consider the former idea at all. Davos knew that his king always valued the law of the Iron Throne and the order of the nobles. There was no way he would easily agree to transfer the robbed Green Fork territory to the Eagle's Nest. The rule of the city.

As for the latter's marriage, Stannis did consider it, but as the war on the Trident progressed, unpredictable changes occurred in a few months. The Young Wolf Lord became king and broke the contract and broke the oath in one fell swoop. Attis agreed to marry Myrcella. Send troops to Riverrun.

In the few days when the Red Comet appeared in the sky, Attis Arryn completely defeated the heroic Young Wolf Lord and almost annexed the entire Trident River.

Immediately, the idea of ​​marrying Princess Shilin was completely shattered.

"But he didn't," Stannis said with sullenness. "He knelt down to serve the incestuous son Joffrey who illegally occupied the Iron Throne. This was treason. He illegally occupied the Green Fork and expelled the property owners of the Green Fork. Noble, this is against the laws of the Iron Throne and is treason."

Davos listened silently. His king's attitude towards Attis Arryn was very vague. He always felt that there was a sense of regret in it.

A sound attracted their attention. The flag in the camp in the distance suddenly broke, and the logo of the crowned stag came into their eyes instantly.

"Allister gave us a great gift," Stannis said softly. "He did not dare to say it publicly, but openly pledged his loyalty to me because Brightwater is too close to Highgarden."

Davos kicked the horse's belly lightly and headed deeper into the camp.

He drew out his long sword and used the back of the sword to lift the curtain of the tent. Renly Baratheon was tied to the wooden stake in the center with a rope, his eyes closed, and he seemed to have accepted the outcome.

"Renly Baratheon," Davos called softly, reaching out to lift Renly's messy hair. "It's Renly Baratheon," he said firmly, and told the people behind him, "Come here. It is strictly guarded and no one is allowed in or out.”

"Yes!" The soldiers quickly dispersed outside the camp.

Renly looked at Davos with a half-smile, "I recognize you, they call you." He pondered for a moment, as if thinking about it, "Onion Knight, you clearly saved the smuggler who had his fingers cut off by my old-fashioned brother. He repays kindness with evil."

"Your brother is the legitimate king of the Iron Throne, the only legitimate monarch of the Seven Kingdoms," Davos said in a low voice. "Chopping off my fingers is a manifestation of your majesty's justice. I deserve the punishment for the smuggling crimes that have occurred for more than ten years." Punishment, sparing me alive is another matter. Your Majesty is the most just, with clear rewards and punishments."

"Of course, of course," Renly shook his head and chuckled, "Stannis, oh, Stannis! Who in the Seven Kingdoms doesn't know that he is the most old-fashioned, the most boring, and the most polite, even sleeping with his wife? With a sense of mission haha!”

Davos looked down at the laughing Renly, "Lord Renly, you are a prisoner of His Majesty Stannis and a traitor to the Seven Kingdoms. You know in your heart that King Robert's first heir is Stannis, not Stannis. You, your failure is what the gods have already decreed.”

Renly stopped smiling and said, "The Seven Kingdoms need a king who is more worthy of love."

"A monarch with sloppy hair and bad habits is not worthy of love." Davos stopped talking nonsense with him, turned around, left Renly alone, and left the camp.

Alister Florent only placed less than a thousand troops in Renly's camp, and the meaning was obvious.

Stannis did not go to see his brother, but commanded the troops under his command in an orderly manner, reorganizing the camp that did not meet the marching regulations to facilitate garrisoning.

It was getting late, and Stannis didn't say anything about Renly's placement.

Davos Seaworth was pacing in front of Stannis's tent, his brows a little more anxious. He frowned tightly and looked at the lit tent.

He took a deep breath, finally stopped waiting, and strode towards the camp.

The soldier in front of the tent stopped him, "Your Majesty does not want to see anyone, Ser Davos."

"I have something important to discuss with His Majesty, please tell me."

Before Davos finished speaking, Stannis's voice came from the tent.

"Let him in." Short and unquestionable.

The soldiers stepped aside and Davos strode in.

"Your Majesty, Renly Baratheon has been captured by us. I think we need to do it as soon as possible."

Davos couldn't help but stopped in his tracks and looked over in astonishment.

Chains of armor were placed haphazardly on the ground of the tent. Stannis sat alone on the ground, his eyes closed, the long sword in his hand half unsheathed, and his expression was very depressed.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

He had never seen Stannis like this before. He was always meticulous, neatly dressed, with neatly trimmed hair and beard, and never let his study or bedroom become cluttered.

The king's appearance made him feel a flash of surprise and even some fear, fear from the unknown.

Davos quickly approached and reached out to support Stannis.

Stannis waved his hand to stop Davos and opened his eyes, "Renly committed treason and he should be hanged."

Davos frowned, "Your Majesty, I think."

"But he is my brother, a biological brother, just like Robert is my biological brother. He is my relative and a member of the Baratheon family." Stannis shook the half-sheathed long sword in his hand. The sword, the blade of the sword stumbling in the scabbard, made a knocking sound, "I don't want to admit it, but blood is blood."

Davos knew that he couldn't say anything at this time, so he just listened quietly.

"I regard Robert as a brother, and I carry out his orders. If he asks me to guard Storm's End, I will guard it, even if there is no grain, turf, or bark left under the siege of Mace Tyrell. I plundered all the rats hiding in the cellars of Storm's End as long as they were edible. I killed my own mount with my own hands and distributed the horse meat to the warriors who followed me to defend the city."

"Then he transferred Storm's End to Renly. What was Renly doing at that time? He followed the maester to identify the family's emblems, flags and even mottos. He couldn't even pull a short bow, and he got nothing for any credit. I deserve everything, Davos, do you understand, I am not coveting Storm's End, but Storm's End should be mine and I deserve it!"

Davos nodded lightly. His king is like this. He never fights for things that don't belong to him, including the fight for the Iron Throne. It's not that he wants it, but according to legal principles, the Iron Throne should belong to him.

"Renly should lead his army and make me king. Even before I give birth to a son, he is my heir. According to the rules and the law, this is how it should be." Stannis gritted his teeth.

"So." Davos said carefully, "Your Majesty, what do you plan to do with Renly?"

Stannis's eyesight returned to clarity, and he seemed to have returned to his former self after talking.

He stood up and put the sword back into its scabbard. "I will make Renly Baratheon put on black clothes and go to the Great Wall. Let him be with the cold and never go south."

Davos nodded slightly. He knew clearly that Stannis's tone was an order and a decision.

Eddard Stark woke up from his cabin, a sharp discomfort in his chest forcing him to cough.

A heavy coughing sound echoed through the cabin. He reached out and groped the four walls. The sound of waves hitting the hull came in. Ed barely raised his upper body in the swaying cabin and sat on the ground.

"Is this on the sea? On the river?" he asked himself.

Ed gasped for breath. He didn't know what night it was, he didn't know what happened after he was taken out by Varys, he didn't know where he was placed, and he didn't know who was imprisoning him.

Sansa, Robb, Catelyn, Jon, and Arya, Bran and Rickon. He didn't know how his children and wife were doing, and he didn't know how the war with Lannister went after Robb went south. He knew nothing and was not clear about anything.

A column of moonlight shone through the hull, and Ed seemed to see hope. He pinched his thigh, but he seemed to have no feeling and no pain. Ed had to drag his lower body and use his upper limbs to move forward slowly.

The moonlight was getting closer, and Ed put his face against the cabin and looked around.

This was a narrow glass window, perhaps left unintentionally by his captors.

The moonlight was bright and sprinkled on the water, but the red comet that appeared out of nowhere in the dark night made the scenery Ed saw more weird.

"Is this the stranger's ship?" Ed said nonsense, looking at the red comet in the distance absent-mindedly.

The wooden door of the cabin suddenly opened, and Ed turned his head abruptly and looked outside the door.

The stranger stood there, "It seems you are awake," he approached Ed, handed him a plate, water and bread, "Eat, you have been unconscious for too long."

The extreme hunger rolled over the tail, Ed grabbed the bread with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Where is this ship going?" Ed said hesitantly, chewing in his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly, there are plenty on the ship," the stranger did not answer in time, but raised the water cup and handed it to Ed.

He hesitated for a moment, took the water cup and drank it all.

"I'm Modi, and this ship belongs to me," Modi stroked the gold ring on his finger and said to Eddard, "This ship goes to White Harbor, to the North, at least the destination is there."

"You are..." Eddard looked at Modi in disbelief, "Are you a northerner?"

Modi did not answer, but continued, "We will stop at many places along the way, and we are heading to Pentos."

"Why not go directly to White Harbor? Why?" Eddard asked anxiously, he stretched out his hand on Modi's clothes, "I am the patriarch of the Stark family, the Duke of Winterfell, the guardian of the North, send me back White Harbor, I will give you a generous reward."

Modi smiled, "I know you, Eddard Stark."

Edard was stunned, "Do you recognize me?"

Modi stood up, "Stay here, I will give you whatever you need, food, water, and wine, even prostitutes, but I guess the noble Duke Stark will not be rare, the only requirement is that you are not allowed to leave this room, this is the only requirement, spend a night in the dark first, there will be oil lamps tomorrow."

He turned and left, closed the door, and the tight door also locked Eddard's original expectations.

There is really no way, the words that are made up, such updates are not only of poor quality, but also affect sleep