Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

As time went by, the Duke seemed to care less and less about the process and results of the tournament. Myrcella quietly observed and concluded that Attis was not focused on the tournament stand and his thoughts were always drifting elsewhere.

This is not surprising. A duke of a country has so many things to deal with. In comparison, it is much easier for Little Joffe, who has many important ministers to protect him, to become king.

Myrcella gets a headache just thinking about the approach of Uncle Stannis and the integration of the newly conquered lands in the Riverlands.

Myrcella's enthusiasm is not affected by her fiancé's passivity. This is not only out of obligation. The various intense scenes of the tournament are still attractive to girls of her age.

The collision of steel forests and iron rain, the competition of lances and war horses, the stunning display of Thoros's flaming sword in the group competition later, and the brilliant performance of Ange's ape-armed hundred-hit archery competition

Lord Bracken laughed the most happily. He benefited the most from this competition. His eldest daughter, the heir, was engaged to the second son of the Royce family, and his most beautiful daughter was married to Andar Royce, the heir of Runestone City and the eldest son of Bronze Yohn. The rest of the girls also swore vows to the great nobles of the valley, the Corbray family, the Waywood family, and the Hunter family.

Misella was slightly proud in her heart, but she was not so proud that she was carried away. She always paid attention to her words and deeds, so that others would not look humble or arrogant. The princess's tolerance and majesty were included at the same time.

While she was thinking, the sound of the door being pushed open attracted her attention.

Ser Jaime wore a golden mask, and his hideous scars were hidden behind it.

He moved his lips slightly, as if he had something to say.

"Uncle Jaime," Myrcella stood up, "Are you okay? I'll do my best to satisfy you."

This sentence didn't sound like a conversation between a niece and an uncle. Jaime swallowed slightly. Myrcella's words were as gentle as ever, but it seemed to have created a barrier between them, which made him feel very unfamiliar.

He cleared his throat and coughed, "Your Highness," he bowed slightly, "King's Landing is at the forefront of the battle line and is not safe. You should stay in Harrenhal with Ser Arys."

"Will the Duke agree?"

Jaime was stunned. He didn't expect that Attis was so important to the princess. Even though the act of dyeing his hair had made him suspicious, it seemed that it was only now confirmed in his heart.

He nodded, "Of course, how could he not agree."

Silence briefly surrounded the two of them. Jaime moved his steps awkwardly, "I just came to remind the princess that although the Arryn family is an ally, but..."

"I understand," Myrcella smiled, her face unchanged.

Jaime forced a smile, nodded slightly, and turned away.

Myrcella looked at her uncle's back as he left, the smile on her face gradually faded, and a little worry was revealed.

My dear uncle, we have different ways to protect you

Myrcella felt a little bitter, but she just shook her head slightly, and the emotions in her heart were swept away.

"Tywin Lannister has already marched out of King's Landing, ready to fight and retreat at any time, and lure Stannis to the Blackwater River." Bronze Jon pointed to the letter and map and said to Attis.

However, Attis did not focus his eyes on the Blackwater River, but looked at the complex terrain of the Royal Forest.

"The Lannisters are not good at fighting in the woods, and I remember that Stannis's advance troops were in the Kingswood."

Yorn frowned slightly, "The Kingswood is not suitable for large-scale combat, just like when we encircled the mountain clans before, the towering and rugged Moon Mountains are also not suitable for large-scale combat. Stannis is an excellent commander, and he will not choose to put his main force in the Kingswood. Moreover, after leaving the Kingswood, the troops will face the tall walls of King's Landing. Even if the Lannisters did not deploy their main forces outside the city, the crossbows and arrows of King's Landing would be enough to stop Stannis here."

Attis savored Yohn's words and nodded slightly.

"The army of Earl Corbray has been gathered for many days, the swords and spears of the knights of the valley have been sharpened, and the armor has even been replaced and refurbished, just waiting to go to war!" Harolden Hatton, who had been listening, said.

Attis was not moved. He knew that the army in the valley needed to rest, and it would be best to eliminate the threat in one fell swoop in the Battle of the Blackwater River and stop the war with war.

He took a deep breath and looked at the people around him.

"You should prepare your armaments as soon as possible, follow Lord Corbray's vanguard to King's Landing at any time, and keep in touch with the Iron Throne."

"Yes!"

The Narrow Sea was turbulent, and the turbid waves hit the ships, shaking them.

We have to wait for the high tide to advance, Davos thought, their advantage is not that great, the Royal Navy is the last trump card, and it cannot be lost.

He looked at the sails, the unpredictable wind direction made the sails creak, and the rumbling war horns covered the noise above the sea, rumbling across the sea like arrows flying seabirds.

The three warships, Black Bess, Sea Sprite, and Lady Maria, launched in parallel, with the interval always maintained at 18 to 20 yards, maintaining a neat battle line and moving at full speed.

The Onion Knight looked into the distance, the city behind the fog was his home, Seaworth was indeed an honorable surname, which was repeatedly confirmed by King Stannis, but in his heart, Flea Bottom was his home.

Ever since he tricked the gates of Storm's End into opening, King Stannis' trust in him has become even greater, and he even gave him the command of the vanguard of the royal navy.

He looked at the trench between the warships behind him, and several low speedboats passed quickly and headed towards the Blackwater Bay.

Davos would not live up to this trust. He personally selected a fast ship and prepared to go deep into the river when he arrived at the Blackwater Bay, carefully survey and spy on the truth. He would never rush forward rashly, even if he knew that King's Landing had no ships to defend.

Tywin Lannister should not put all his chips on the defense of King's Landing. This proud old lion will definitely choose to take the initiative to go out of the city to meet the king's army, so that the walls of King's Landing only have to face the royal navy.

King Stannis is very clear about this. Even though the Earl of Nightsong is far away in the border of Dorne, he still sent 500 elite soldiers to join the expedition to King's Landing, led by the bastard of Nightsong, and sent letters to make suggestions. This point has almost reached a consensus among the lords of the Stormlands.

If the navy can directly destroy and take down the gates of King's Landing, and attack the main force of Lannister from the back with King Stannis's army, then the Iron Throne will inevitably return to orthodoxy.

As for Artis Arryn, who had been in the limelight before, he happened to commit the taboo of young people's ostentation and used all the gold dragons looted from the Riverlands for the tourney of Harrenhal. At first, he did not believe that this Vale lord could do such a thing, but the subsequent intelligence forced him to admit this fact. At least the tourney had lasted for several weeks, and most of the Vale troops had crossed the Green Fork River and returned to the Vale.

"This is a common problem among Vale leaders. Their natural conservatism will only make them stop when they see the good." His son, who dared to speak out without knowing much about the Vale, asserted.

Now he had to admit that maybe his son was not wrong.

The Vale cavalry was resting, the Redwyne fleet was blocked by the storm, the native land of the River Reach was threatened by the Dornish, and King's Landing only had the remnants of the Lannister and the King's Landing. This was the best time for King Stannis to occupy King's Landing and sit on the Iron Throne, which should not be missed.

Davos took a deep breath and steadied his body which was swaying on the deck. "Hold the line!" A gust of sea breeze lifted his old green cloak. He firmly believed that King Stannis, who always created miracles, would soon usher in another epic victory.