Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Eyrie was getting colder and colder. Arya reached out and touched the frost on the tower wall.

As soon as her fingers touched it, the frost turned into water and dripped to the ground, leaving a trail of water on the wall.

Compared to the cold in the North, the frost here is as weak as Sansa. Arya clenched her teeth and thought angrily.

"Boom!"

Arya turned her head and the oak basket responsible for transporting supplies slowly started. The chain winch of the Eyrie was pushed hard by the guards, one circle after another.

Arya looked to the west, and the sun just set on the top of the second hill of the mountains.

She had observed for many days and must be right.

Arya jumped down from the battlement next to the stairs and ran to her residence.

Soon she saw Robert Arryn, Artis Arryn's younger brother, circling anxiously in place.

"Robin!" Arya howled like a little wolf.

Robin looked around in panic, and was a little confused about the direction of the sound.

"Robin!" Arya raised her voice.

Robin blinked and looked in the direction of Arya. The wolf girl hid beside the white pillar next to the tower and frowned and waved at him.

"Arya!" Robin felt a surge of excitement in his heart, and he hurried over, "This game scares me. If Ser Vardis Egan finds me."

"Never let the coach find out!" Arya emphasized loudly, her little hand pressed against Robin's nose, making the latter scream in pain, "Otherwise, we will lose the game."

Arya thought of the serious face of Vardis Egan with some regret. He always reminded her of Ser Rodrik of Winterfell. The two looked very similar in stature, not to mention their personalities.

She loved almost everyone in the Eyrie, even little Robin who liked to make trouble for her every day.

But the damn Artis Arryn betrayed Stark, captured Robb, defeated the Northern army, and united with the evil Lannister, allowing Bolton to rule the North, which had been ruled by Stark for generations.

Young Arya did not understand the twists and turns of politics, and she did not understand why the Wolf and Eagle families, which had always been in a favorable relationship, suddenly broke up.

She did not know the covenant between Stark and Arryn, nor did she know what Robb's regret for the engagement meant, and she did not know where the understanding that she and her mother could still move freely in the Eyrie came from.

After all, she was still a child, a little wolf who had not grown out of her childishness.

"Cersei Lannister, Artis Arryn." Arya muttered these names, she wanted to remember them one by one in her mind, and she wanted to solve them one by one by herself.

Her sewing needle! Arya grabbed Robin's collar, "Where is my sewing needle?"

Robin grabbed Arya's fingers in dissatisfaction, but his strength was really not as good as the wolf girl's, "Here! Don't pull my clothes!"

Arya snatched the sewing needle, and the thin sword was still shiny. It had been with her for a long time, but it exuded a brand new luster.

"I have polished it well in the past few days," Robin raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Arya with expectant eyes, "Does it look good?"

Arya's mouth corners slightly raised an arc, she clenched her fist and gently tapped Robin's chin, "You are awesome!" Then she jumped up with a "thump" and ran away, "Remember our game!" She shouted to Robin loudly.

Robin stared blankly at Arya's back as she left, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes. He lowered his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and watched Arya's figure until she disappeared on the other side of the tower.

I have spent countless nights in the North, but never as cold as this time.

Theon curled up in a corner of the kennel cage, watching in horror as the hungry hounds kept hitting and biting the cell door in front of him.

He kept his fingers straight, and the piercing pain surged into his fingers like waves, over and over again, wave after wave. Theon looked at his fingers, the white skin had been peeled off, leaving only the pink inner substance.

"Roar!" The vicious dog's front paws scratched the cell door and growled at Theon.

He felt a little relieved in his heart. If he hadn't knelt down and begged, I'm afraid that Bones would really leave an open door gap between him and the vicious dog.

Theon had seen the scene of the vicious dog biting the prisoners with his own eyes. Once it appeared in his mind, he became even more timid and trembled all over.

The cage was mobile and would be put on a carriage for transportation during the march. This made Theon almost grateful to the owner for making such an arrangement. At least he didn't have to walk, right? Although he had to endure the ridicule from the infantry and the fear from the hounds, Theon didn't care. This little pain was nothing. He was a Reek, and of course he could endure this kind of pain, as long as... as long as he didn't lose a piece of skin on his body.

"Lord Ramsay has ordered a quick march and rest at Barrow Point." The Bolton infantry came over and knocked on the hounds' cage, causing the hungry hounds to bark like crazy.

Bones stood up reluctantly, "March at night? Is the military situation so urgent?" He picked up a stick and hit the cage fiercely, staring at the hounds fiercely, forcing them to retreat.

The infantry shook his head, didn't care, and turned away.

The cage was lifted up with a swing, and the warhorse pulling the cart was obviously an old horse. Theon was far away and could even hear its low panting when it was exerting force.

Bolton's army was visibly exhausted. The tents that had just been set up were taken down again, the campfires that had just been lit were put out again, the soldiers packed up their luggage, put on their armor again, and marched forward into the night in formation.

"Why do you have to leave so fast?" Bones muttered and spat on the ground. Theon concluded that he saw a tooth that Bones spit out.

Bastard son. Theon thought of Jon again. Those who were born without belonging are eager to prove themselves, and so is the master.

Before the thoughts were over, a fear came into my heart. This fear came from the pain in my fingertips and the pain of being skinned.

Xion curled up again, ignoring the stench emanating from his body, burying his head in his dirty sleeves, and no longer looked at the surrounding scene.

Ramsay Snow stopped the reins, frowning and looking at the Barrow Point in the distance.

On the low hills, the flying mermaid flag was directly illuminated by the sun. The increasingly cold climate seemed to have affected the sunlight. The cold color continued to cover the surface of the sun, and even people who were sensitive to light could look directly at it.

"Being beaten to the punch by Mandalay," Ramsay Snow frowned, the unwillingness in his eyes clearly revealed. He lost an opportunity to show off in front of his father. "Just a bunch of Southerners."

Bolton's bastard shook the reins and the horse moved forward.

Behind the mermaid flag, several cavalrymen climbed over the low hills and galloped towards here.

Ramsay raised his head proudly. Bolton and Manderly had never dealt with each other. He recalled his father's indifferent appearance, coughed a few times, and imitated them in a decent manner.

The cavalry who came were not fat. It seemed that the Mandalay family did not come in person. This should be grasped and humiliated. Ramsay thought to himself.

The cavalry got closer, and Ramsay frowned. He remembered that the appearance of the man in front of him was not a knight from the Mandalay family.

"Caleb Konton?" Ramsay lost his voice, a knight of the Severn family, a knight under that bitch Qiao Lier.

Caleb Konton reined in his horse, and the attendant behind him also rode forward.

"Do you know who this is, Ramsay Snow?" Caleb Konton pointed at the attendant beside him with his riding crop.

Before Ramsay could answer Keller, he replied first, "Lawrence Snow, like you, was once an illegitimate child."

The last thing Ramsay wanted to hear was the word illegitimate child. He smiled disdainfully and looked at the young attendant. His age was very close to that of Clay Severn, who he had beheaded with his own hands. He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Why does your little follower need to be introduced to me?" Ramsay suddenly reacted and frowned, "He used to be? What is his current surname?"

Caleb Konton smiled slightly, "It's the title you've been coveting, the Earl of Hornwood City, Lawrence Horwood. Your Lordship has straightened him up. He is now Earl of Horwood, the head of the Horwood family. "

"Impossible!" Ramsay screamed, "Father would never give such an order! I married the widow of Earl of Hornwood, and I am the lord of Hornwood City!"

He shook the reins and said, "I want to write a letter to my father. There is no way he would issue such a ridiculous order."

Caleb Konton's smile was always on his lips. He turned his horse's head and said, "Go find your father. Earl Mandalay has brought a lot of letter paper. You can use it as you like. I believe that the Guardian of the North will not renege on his words." of."

"Damn it!" Ramsay looked at the Bolton soldiers behind him, "Enter the camp!" he ordered loudly.

When his father arrives, he must personally advise him. This kind of order cannot be given. How can he just give up the fat in his mouth?

The shouts of cheers could even be heard when the order to enter camp was heard from the exhausted Bolton Legion, who had endured fatigue and cold for too long.

The originally neat queue became lazy. The cavalrymen who had been riding for a long time dismounted and relaxed their hips and thighs. The infantrymen took off their helmets and thick armor. Despite the severe cold weather, they had accumulated a lot of sweat. .

Ramsay was holding the reins. He was eager to enter the camp to find pen and ink. He wanted to report this matter to his father personally.

Theon rubbed his eyes as the carriage slowly rolled into the military camp. Mandalay's mermaid flags were everywhere. He even saw the flags of the Severn family and the Waynwood family flying in the distance.

Even White Harbor is willing to follow the orders of the Dreadfort and come to gather at Barrow Point. It seems that Bolton has really conquered the entire North.

Theon let out a long breath, moved his stiff limbs, grabbed the cage with both hands and looked out.

The mermaid flags swayed, overlapped, and moved in the cold wind. It must be the mobilization of White Harbor's army.

The flags of the Severn family were also moving, overlapping the flags of the Waywood family and spreading out.

Why do you have to adjust the flag frequently when setting up camp? Xion remembered his common sense. He opened his eyes slightly and continued to look around the camp as the carriage slowly entered.

"Stop looking around!"

Bone Ben's stick was swung over, and a burning pain suddenly spread all over the right side of his face. When Theon turned his head and flinched, a cold silver-gray color came into his eyes.

Xion stayed on the spot, his ears no longer hearing Bones' hysterical roar.

How could this flag appear again in the North? they are not

Faces appeared in front of him again, the father's serious face, the brothers' trusting faces, and the sisters' smiling faces.

"Long live Stark!"

"Long live Winterfell!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

The rumbling sound no longer came from the whimpering snare drum of the Burton family, but from the overwhelming voices and slogans.

Bones was stunned for a moment before the long sword wiped open his neck, and blood and flesh spurted out.

"You are Bolton's prisoner. Hold a weapon and come with us to kill Bolton!"

The soldier who killed Bone Ben shouted to himself, and he threw Bone Ben's iron rod in. "Hurry up!" he urged.

Theon looked at the iron rod handed to him and listened to the familiar northern accent. This familiarity came not only from the accent, but also from trust.

Theon picked up Bones Ben's weapon, swallowed his throat, and jumped out of the prison.

"Long live Winterfell!" He shouted loudly, his throat almost torn.

Inexplicable excitement and joy surged in his heart. Theon felt like he was kneeling in front of the fish beam tree to repent. The long-lost emotion dyed his nose red, and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Long live Stark!" He shouted again.