Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Myrcella shuttled back and forth in the banquet of the Hundred Hearths Hall, as if she belonged to such a stage. Her behavior did not have the perfunctory attitude of Queen Cersei in the impression of the aristocracy.

"I remember the princess was blonde." Jason Mallister frowned slightly, and he looked at Bronze Jon who was drinking and chatting with the knights not far away. The latter also went to King's Landing to meet Princess Myrcella when she was a child, but did not seem to take it to heart.

"Lord Jason," Myrcella's voice was close at hand, soft and peaceful, "I hope that Sealand will recover from the looting of the Ironborn soon. If the Lord has any needs, I am willing to be a messenger. Your needs are the needs of the Iron Throne."

The princess lowered her head slightly, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Oh, I..." Jason didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only bow his head in thanks. "Thanks to your concern, the people of Sealand are well protected behind the strong walls. Those bastards..." Jason seemed to realize that these vulgar words describing the Ironmen were not suitable to be said in front of the princess on the Iron Throne, so he quickly stopped talking, "That group."

"Mistaken Ironmen?" Myrcella said.

"Yes," Jason Mallister nodded in agreement, "Mistaken. It's a very appropriate description. They don't believe in the new and old gods of the land. It's ridiculous to believe in the Drowned God."

"I believe the Ironmen will return to the embrace of the Iron Throne under Mallister's correction." Myrcella looked sincerely into Lord Jason's eyes. The latter found it difficult to refute him in person, so he just agreed again and again.

Mircella raised her glass lightly, "I'm afraid I can't bear the sour grape wine that the warriors of the Riverlands can drink happily, so I have to use fruit wine mixed with spices instead. I hope you can understand."

"That's natural." Jason was not good at dealing with women, let alone a princess. He used drinking to cover up his inner discomfort.

He subconsciously glanced around, but unexpectedly saw his eldest son and the daughter of the Royce family happily chatting beside the stone pillar on one side of the Hundred Hearths Hall. The latter listened to Patrick's words with a slightly red cheek.

"A perfect match, isn't it, sir?" Myrcella said softly, "Royce is one of the oldest and noblest families in the Vale, and the ancient blood of the ancestors still flows in them. Miss Yasina has also told me where she belongs."

"With Patrick?" Jason asked hesitantly, "Royce has always married with the families of the Vale and the ancestors of the North, even with the Riverlands," he looked at Tytos Blackwood who was close to Bronze Jon, "Blackwood's blood of the ancestors can make Royce closer."

Myrcella followed Jason's gaze and looked at Earl Blackwood who was close to Royce.

The daughters of Bracken were dressed up and received the most attention among the new nobles and traditional noble men in the Vale, while the sons of Blackwood sat silently at the banquet and watched coldly.

The Bracken family has five daughters and the Blackwood family has five sons. The two families have been enemies for thousands of years. It is really a sinful fate.

However, Bracken was the first to surrender to the Vale, and even made great contributions to the defeat of Robb Stark's northern rebels in the Battle of the Red Comet, so he was naturally favored by the nobles, while Blackwood was the last noble of the Riverlands to surrender. Lord Tytos almost ruined his future for honor.

At least that's what Lord Bracken thought, Myrcella thought to herself.

"But he doesn't have the princess as a matchmaker, Lord Jason," Myrcella smiled, "Blackwood and Bracken have a great hatred, and they are both the most important families in the Riverlands, and Royce," she looked at Artis Arryn, who was sitting at the head of the table and looking at her, "Royce is the noble of the Vale second only to Arryn, Lord Jason."

"If the princess can be a matchmaker for Mallister, I will be grateful." Jason looked at Myrcella, who was very eloquent, in surprise. He was just trying to take the opportunity of the tournament to get close to Arryn and integrate into the nobles of the Vale. Myrcella's words of help just solved this distress for him, not to mention that it was a marriage with the Royce family.

Myrcella gladly accepted Jason's thanks and looked up at Artis, whose mouth corners slightly raised.

The noise of the banquet seemed to dissipate. Myrcella nodded slightly and lowered her eyes. Attis could only see her eyelashes trembling slightly, like a fluttering butterfly.

The crowd at the banquet gradually began to shake in front of her eyes. Suddenly, many double images appeared in Myrcella's eyes. The floor and ceiling of the Hundred Furnaces Hall seemed to be shaking upside down.

Doksa held her arm in time, "Princess, you must be drunk," the maid's chubby face appeared in front of Myrcella, "I'll help you go back and rest."

Myrcella staggered and lowered her body slightly, "Go through the side door," she did not object to the maid's self-assertion. Myrcella leaned her hand on Dokasa's chubby shoulder, and felt dizzy on her forehead, "I don't want to cause trouble to others at the banquet."

"Fruit wine is also wine," a close but unfamiliar voice sounded in her ears, "You will get drunk if you drink too much."

"Duke, the princess." Dokasa responded timidly.

Myrcella felt a pair of strong arms around her waist, and Attis's face came into her eyes.

The girl was very light. Attis nodded to Sir Alys and Ange who came over. The carriage had been parked quietly at the side door of the Hundred Hearths Hall for a long time.

"Let's go." Attis helped the princess in his arms into the carriage and let the girl lean on him.

The renovated ground of Harrenhal was paved with stone slabs very neatly. The wheels moved steadily. Only the slight breathing of Myrcella could be heard in the carriage.

Attis looked at the princess's flushed cheeks and slightly open mouth, and a long-lost sense of relaxation came over him.

Watching the maid Dorcasa helping Myrcella into the bedroom, Attis breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and entered the carriage again, closing his eyes to rest.

Melisandre sat across from Attis without saying a word.

"A good girl," she said.

Attis opened his eyes and turned to look at the castle outside the carriage curtain, which was full of play and noise.

"I don't know how many illegitimate children will appear tonight," Attis said with a calm expression. "Being born in this castle is considered bad luck."

"The ice blood of Stark can suppress the curse of the castle," Melisandre responded. "Under your rule, even if you are born in this castle, you will be favored by the eagle of the valley, and your life will be extraordinary. ”

"You think highly of me," Attis shook his head slightly, "In other words, the King of Light thinks highly of me."

There seemed to be some amusement in Melisandre's smile. She looked at Attis firmly, "You are the prophesied prince. This is a destined fact. Even if the prince is self-effacing, he cannot deny it."

Attis was silent and looked outside the carriage quietly.

After a long silence, the Duke broke the silence, "Princess Myrcella's hair, is it your magic?"

The stone road ahead became bumpy for some reason, and the car swayed slightly.

"The princess's own choice, hair color." Melisandre replied calmly, "The hair color changes according to the princess's will."

Attis frowned slightly and looked at Melisandre in confusion.

"The storm of Baratheon and the pride of Lannister are both contained in the princess's blood," Melisandre's mouth curved, "The caste is strong, isn't it?"

Attis's eyes moved slightly, "Are you sure?" His question was full of doubts.

Melisandre still wore a familiar smile, "Whether you are sure or not depends on you, my true king." Her red eyes stared at Attis, very tempting.