Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The magnificent walls and towers of Harrenhal are enough to eclipse all the castles in Westeros. There are countless cracks in the dark and deep city walls. Although 297 years have passed since Aegon's conquest, the dragon flame has also disappeared from the world, close to Harrenhal. I couldn't help but imagine smelling a burning smell in my nose.

Robert moved into a room. The ceiling of this room was too high, as if it was prepared for a giant. The Hean family was sitting in such a large castle, but they seemed to be very poor. The dinner prepared by Mrs. Hean last night did not look like it was for a king. What he prepared seemed like leftovers left for beggars. However, Robert thought of Mrs. Hean's gloomy and haggard appearance, and decided that he did not want to argue with this woman who hung out with ghosts all day long.

He remembered Cersei's disgusted look and lack of dignity as a queen, so he lost a lot of temper last night. But at this time, staying on the bed, all the anger turned into a sigh, let alone Cersei's majesty as a queen, where is the majesty of her king, damn it!

Every time he scolded Cersei, he would always see her damn Lannister brother Jaime staring at him closely. Thinking of this, Robert couldn't help but chuckle twice. The Kingslayer wanted to stab me in the back again. The sword is worthy of his name.

In King's Landing, the Council of Kings threw all the documents that needed to be decided on Robert, causing him to roar recently, the huge volume revealing his own powerlessness. "Jon, why did you leave me, old man?" Robert complained as he lay on the pillow.

When Jon was seriously ill, Arryn from the Hand's Tower ran back to the valley, saying that he had accepted Jon's order. What the hell, but Robert didn't want to delve into it. Varys told him that Jon came to him early in the morning to discuss the matter. The smugglers in the sea are becoming more and more rampant, hoping to send troops to protect the trade routes.

This news was also confirmed by Littlefinger, "The Prime Minister has been paying attention to these recently. Your respected brother Stannis may have gone back to prepare for the navy."

Pycelle only nodded at the royal council, and Robert wanted to slap him twice when he saw his pandering look.

Damn it! He had to discuss this nonsense with himself. What was Jon thinking?

Ned! Dear Ned, you have to help me take care of this mess while I just eat, drink and have fun.

Robert remembered the experiences he and Ned had lived together in the Eyrie, fought side by side to destroy the Targaryens, and went to sea to subdue sea monsters, and a smile appeared on his face. After Jon's death, there were many candidates for Prime Minister, but the first person Robert thought of was Eddard Stark. Damn it, this might be the last person he trusts in the world!

Jon's death made Robert think about the future of the kingdom again. His queen is a Lannister, and many people in the Red Keep are Lannister soldiers. His eldest son Joffrey has Lannister blood. Lord Tywin's alliance is unbreakable.

The foundation of the kingdom of the first generation is strong. Eddard of the Wolf family, his own king, Jon of the Eagle family, and the Yu family's marriage plan, coupled with his wedding to Lannister, these old people are still In, the kingdom is naturally peaceful.

But when Jon Arryn died, Robert had to consider the foundation of the kingdom for the next generation. He decided to learn from the Tully family in Riverrun. He had two sons and a daughter. As long as he dealt with it like Jon taught him, damn it! Jon, can you jump out of the seven hells and guide the poor king step by step! Your heartbroken adopted son!

Artis, little eagle, come on. The last idea was canceled by your father's order, and he was too embarrassed to bring it up again. No matter how he thought about it, Robert felt that his adoptive father was rejecting his proposal to let Joffrey follow Attis on behalf of Attis. However, there is a more secure remedy that one can make.

Robert looked through the window at the moonlight in the distance. He was the only figure in the huge room. On the bed was no longer a drunkard king who was looking for fun, with laughter always hanging on his face, but a man who was silhouetted by the moonlight. A father with a sad face.

Joffrey came to such a magnificent castle for the first time and was wandering around with his dog. If the king hadn't brought some minstrels and guards from King's Landing, I'm afraid this castle would be even more deserted. Compared to Due to the huge space, the number of people is pitifully small.

Legend has it that there is a curse in Harrenhal. Tommen and Myrcella were so frightened that they hid in their mother's room. Joffrey was very disdainful and laughed at them for being cowards before walking away. He wanted to visit the cursed castle. .

"Damn it!" A familiar voice came from the distance. Joffrey looked intently and saw that it was his uncle. The little devil Tyrion took his steps awkwardly. He was disturbed by the smooth floor of the Hundred Furnaces Hall in Harrenhal. He was so choked that he fell to the ground before Joffrey's eyes and stumbled back up.

Joffrey was already bored enough, but when he saw the little devil suddenly became interested, he strode over and said, "Dear uncle."

Tyrion rolled his eyes and muttered: "My damn nephew." He smiled with a smile that anyone could tell was fake and went up to him.

Unexpectedly, Joffrey stretched out his leg and reached for Tyrion, causing Tyrion's lower body to become unstable again.

Tyrion's eyes widened and he kicked off his legs. The dwarf's body suddenly flew into the air. He quickly put his hands on the ground and landed on his legs gracefully.

Joffrey stared at this scene dumbfounded. He would never have thought that his dwarf uncle had such skills.

"What a juggling dwarf!" Sandor Clegane, the hound behind Joffrey, continued his mocking tone and supported the prince.

Joffrey laughed when he heard this. He pointed at Tyrion and said, "I should have thought that my grandfather should have sent you to Braavos to join the troupe. I guarantee that every show will be sold out." He bent over and looked at Tyrion fiercely.

"Oh, oh, oh! Then our dear prince must cut off his uncle's good penis and keep it." Tyrion replied calmly.

Joffrey thought he had heard it wrong. "What do you mean? Being a dwarf is not enough, but also a eunuch?"

"Then when I perform in the troupe, I can expose the lovely prince of the kingdom's wonderful habit of collecting other people's penises!" Tyrion stepped on his feet and hit Joffrey's chest, shaking his head and left.

"What?" Joffrey turned back angrily, "You dare to insult your prince?" He hurriedly followed, but was caught off guard by a slap in the face when Tyrion turned around.

"How dare you mock your uncle?" Tyrion didn't stop and quickly slapped Joffrey twice more. Red marks appeared on Joffrey's face. He covered his face and looked at the dwarf in disbelief.

"Before you become a good prince, your dear uncle reminds you to be a good person." Tyrion walked away, leaving Joffrey dumbfounded and the hound who turned a blind eye.

Tyrion cursed the smoothness of Harrenhal's floor. He wanted to take a good bath in Harrenhal's famous bathhouse to relax his body.

And the horn of the tower in the distance of Harrenhal wailed, and the "woo woo" sound was like the gloomy wind in the long night. Tyrion looked at the tower in the distance in confusion, wondering who visited Harrenhal so late.

Curiosity drove him back to the main hall, when Jaime suddenly appeared in front of him, looking a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, Jaime? Who's here?" Tyrion asked in confusion.

Jaime said, "The little vulture of the Arryn family has arrived."

Tyrion followed him with understanding, "You look nervous?"

"Cersei is a little nervous. She is afraid that Artis Arryn will bring the army of the Vale." Jaime did not hide it.

Tyrion frowned, "You have kept many things from your dear brother, Jaime."

Jaime shook his head, he got on the horse, and also ordered the servants to arrange a horse for Tyrion. Harrenhal is too big, and it takes a horse to go from the main hall to the tower.

"You just need to know, Tyrion, we have done nothing wrong. Cersei promised me." Jaime said in a deep voice.

Tyrion curled his lips helplessly, "Sister's promise, she dared to say it, you really believed it, poor brother." He rode on the horse with difficulty and rode forward.

Tyrion climbed up the tower. The original guards of Harrenhal had long been taken over by the red robes of Lannister. The Lannister flags and Baratheon flags were erected side by side on the wall.

Jaime commanded the soldiers to remove many Baratheon flags and transferred all 200 Lannister guards to stand side by side on the tower.

"Want to deter the little eagle?" Tyrion looked at Jaime's arrangement jokingly, "Then you have overlooked how big this tower is." All the Lannister guards standing side by side could not fill up a wall, but the wall seemed more empty and the city more empty.

Jaime shook his head again, "Just let the Duke of the Eyrie know that the castle is controlled by the Lannisters."

Tyrion admired Jaime's actions in his heart, but he squinted at the flag of the Arryn family in the distance and laughed out loud: "Then your plan failed. Our Duke only brought a few people. No matter what my sister is worried about, she can rest assured and will not be scratched by the eagle's claws for the time being."

Attis led fifty blue-robed cavalrymen and stood under this magnificent tower. He saw that the wall was almost entirely covered with Lannister flags, and the royal Baratheon flags were pitifully few. The red robes on the wall moved, as if to guard against the enemy's actions.

Attis chuckled twice. He was not sure whether Littlefinger was loyal to Lannister. At present, his actions were very suspicious.

The original idea of ​​bringing Lysa to let the king personally judge was completely extinguished at this time. The king's team seemed to be full of Lannister red robes. He couldn't bring too many soldiers to meet the king. If he told Robert about Stannis's letter and his suspicions, let alone whether the evidence was sufficient to convince Robert, and whether Robert would suspect that he had ulterior motives and wanted to kill his father and imprison his relatives, even if King Robert believed him, I'm afraid that given the king's character, he would turn against Lannister on the spot, and then I'm afraid that both he and the king would be in trouble.

Thinking of this, he raised his head confidently and slowly approached the city gate with his cavalry.

The city gate slowly opened, and the sound was hoarse, like the roar of a demon.

There is another chapter in the evening