Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Attis only felt that he was in an ice cave, and the cold and darkness came to the door and enveloped his whole body.

"Cold..." He opened his eyes, and the stars in the sky were bright. The night sky seemed to be without a trace of dust, and it was extremely clean.

Attis looked around. The whole world was white, covered in ice and snow.

"Winter is here, the Mingyue Mountains are frozen?" Attis thought to himself.

If this is the case, tens of thousands of valley troops are still outside the Blood Gate. They have not gone home for more than half a year. Who will take care of the farming fields in the valley, who will catch the fish in the streams and lakes, and what will happen to the livelihood of the people in the valley... …

Damn it! Attis wanted to prop up his body, but felt extremely heavy, as if a huge boulder was tied to his body.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

But in an instant, he stopped still, and the sound of the scraping snow was particularly noticeable.

Footsteps?

He reached for his waist and touched the hilt of the long sword.

Attis turned around, and the moment he looked over, it was as if his whole body was stabbed by icy thorns, and the coldest cold he had ever experienced seeped into his bones.

He raised his head and met those eyes as blue as stars and skin as pale as moonlight.

A sword like crystal, armor like ice...

The humanoid lowered his head and looked right at Attis.

A strange blue light filled his outline, as if the coldness Attis felt came from this.

Attis gripped the sword tightly. He had never seen this kind of creature with his own eyes, but according to the various characteristics in front of him, it seemed to be described in legends and fairy tales...

"White Walkers?" Attis wondered in his heart.

The White Walker opened his mouth and suddenly roared loudly at himself. The harsh sound made Attis almost let go of the sword, and the scene in front of him seemed to be turned upside down.

His sight ranged from the ground to the sky, and the White Walkers in front of him continued to shrink until they became black dots.

Attis looked at the ground from mid-air and couldn't help but open his mouth.

Countless black spots, white ghosts, mammoths, giants...

Attis turned his head and looked in the direction they were heading.

Magnificent buildings lie across the surface, and walls frozen by thousands of years of ice block the White Walkers.

The Great Wall of Despair...

The coldness suddenly disappeared, and the warmth and heat suddenly wrapped around me, as if I had transferred from an ice cave to a heated ondol.

Attis opened his eyes. The bonfire in the military camp was burning next to him, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Gah! Karma! Karma!"

The crow opened its scarlet eyes and fluttered around among the branches, looking at him.

This familiar scene immediately pulled Attis back to the past. He drew out his sword, stood up and looked at the crow.

"thump!"

The crow's wings fluttered and flew towards the northern sky, the gathering black cloth almost covering up the moonlight.

…

The sound of footsteps woke Tyrion from his sleep, and the dim light in the crack of the prison door swayed, and a figure passed by.

When he opened his eyes, he still saw the prison with his head raised and no light visible.

Tyrion overestimated Tywin's father-son love for him and underestimated his ruthlessness.

He reached into his prison clothes and scratched constantly. The rough surface of the linen made Tyrion's skin itchy all the time.

"Creak~" The cell door suddenly opened.

Jaime's metal mask appeared in Tyrion's sight.

"Father will sentence you to death," Jaime closed the door, his voice low and calm, announcing Tyrion's end.

Tyrion opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Unless..." James took off his mask, leaving a long scar on his face, and smiled, "unless I take off my white robes and leave behind the title of Kingsguard."

Tyrion's mouth turned into "Oh", "Something you should have done ten years ago?" he said jokingly.

A touch of sadness was revealed in the corners of James' eyes. It was not obvious in the past. Only by careful observation could Tyrion see the subtle emotions from his handsome face that fascinated thousands of girls from the Seven Kingdoms. But now that there are scars, it seems that This can also be seen more clearly.

James still smiled and stared at his brother.

Tyrion restrained his joking tone, but turned it into sarcasm, "Have you decided? Such a long history of knighthood has not made you want to take off your white robe. The fate of me, a dwarf, has made you wake up. Coming here?”

"My own decision, Tyrion," James' tone sounded calm, "For a knight who already bears the title of 'Kingslayer', there is nothing wrong with bearing the title of 'Oathbreaker'."

"Because someone took the lead, right?" Tyrion stood up, still joking to ease James' mood.

As expected, Jaime let out a chuckle and shook his head, "If it weren't for the Lannister surname, you would have been sent to the Seventh Hell for that foul mouth."

Tyrion's smile seemed to freeze in place, "With all due respect, Jaime," he raised his head, "For dwarves, life is more pitiable than death. I believe that the name 'dwarf' is enough to overshadow Lannister. You know that, James."

Jaime did not respond. He remembered that Tywin had taken Tyrion to various places in the Seven Kingdoms to propose marriage, but it was obvious that the dwarf was not welcome.

Tyrion walked up to Jaime's Kingsguard armor, clenched his fist and hit it on the breastplate. "You don't have to worry about it, brother." He raised his head and stared at the scars on Jaime's face. "Dwarfs have ways of living like dwarfs. It’s better to keep the stained white robe.”

"Tyrion..." James wanted to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Tyrion.

"A white robe in exchange for my life, then where can I go?" Tyrion tilted his head and asked jokingly.

James moved his lips, "It is better to serve on the Great Wall than to die inexplicably."

"No women? No shit from Lord Tywin? Gods bless you, that's a place even the White Walkers don't care about." Tyrion blinked.

James frowned, he didn't understand.

…

The Neck is right in front of you, and the wet dirt road gets narrower as you go deeper, until the swamp and miasma draw strangers to those who want to cross.

Attis Arryn stood in the middle of the dirt road, looking calmly at the swamp with black blisters in the distance.

The crescent falcon banners of House Arryn were lined up, swaying in the wind.

The north wind and the southeast wind intertwined together, blowing the cold air on people's faces and sucking away the moisture.

Coming here from the Riverlands is like being dragged from the Ave Maria singing in the Church of the Seven Stars to listening to the sighs of a stranger.

Attis looked towards the Neck further north. The black swamp and green vines were gradually obscured by the lingering mist, making his vision even more blurry.

Two hundred knights of the valley stood behind Attis, some of them were his blue-robed bodyguards, and the rest were new feudal landed knights from the Riverlands.

Harold Hutton frowned and stayed beside Attis. His eyes looking towards the north had already revealed his impatience.

"It's better to lead the army and go directly across the Neck to negotiate. With the army, Stark can only compromise."

Attis shook his head, "This is different," he glanced at Harold aside. Although this knight with a face very similar to his father was good at fighting, he did have a missing string in his head. "In negotiations, you always have to bow your head first. For one party, let alone whether it is life or death for us to lead troops into the Neck, entering the northern border for negotiations means that negotiations are more urgent for us, which is a sign of madness. "

Harold Hutton's frowned eyebrows relaxed slightly, his eyes looking towards the north became a little deeper, and he was lost in thought.

"Kick! Kick!"

Dark shadows appeared in the lingering fog, and the sound of horse hooves hidden by the cold north finally came through.

Attis turned his head, and the familiar Stark Wolf flag appeared in his sight.

"The reborn old wolf." Attis muttered.

The northern cavalry sprang out of the fog one by one, and the familiar faces were getting closer...

Eddard Stark...

Attis muttered his name silently in his mind and tightened his grip on the reins. The valley cavalry behind him also couldn't help but tighten their swords to guard against the surprise attacks of the northerners.

But this vigilance obviously failed. The northern cavalry slowed down and stopped with a clatter of horse hooves a hundred meters in front of the valley army.

Eddard Stark lowered his head, and the anxiety in his heart reached its peak when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Artis.

Attis Arryn...

He raised his whip slightly, and the horse slowly moved forward in pain and broke away from the team.

Attis took a deep breath, kicked his legs lightly, and walked forward.

Ed opened his mouth slightly, as if frozen gravel from the north was stuffed into his throat, and the words still couldn't come out.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally said one word, "Attis..."

"Lord Stark," Attis responded, "you are safe."

He was much more calm than himself. It seemed that Eddard suppressed the doubts deep in his heart. The face of the Duke of Winterfell returned to his face. Eddard looked at Attis, "Robb will go to the Great Wall, and he will go to the Vale." There will be a price to pay for the insult.”

Attis shook his head slightly, and turned to look at the silent Bronze Jon behind him, who had been staying in the military formation in the valley with a stern face.

"This is a matter between Earl Royce and you, I can only give advice." Attis said.

Ed looked at the valley army behind Attis. Yohn Royce sat silently on his horse and did not step forward.

"I hope the grudges can be wiped out, Attis..." Eddard did not have enough confidence to say this. He knew what ridiculous things Robb had done in the south.

"We have no grudges, Lord Stark."

"I know..." Ed was speechless again. Robb's actions completely put him in a passive position, without any room for backhand.

"But," Ed looked at Attis' calm face. He had seen this look before, but it was a once trustworthy look.

A silence briefly surrounded the two of them, and what Ed originally wanted to say was swallowed by him.

"We should stand together, Attis..." Ed's words revealed a hint of regret.

Attis gritted his teeth, and the skin on his face bulged slightly.

It wasn't all that complicated... he thought to himself.

"Robb should have married Jathena, and Robin should have married Arya. We should have pulled Joffrey off the Iron Throne in your name. As for who sits on it, Renly or Stannis, it depends on the future. "Attis murmured, "After rescuing Sansa and cutting off Tywin Lannister's head, we can investigate King Robert's death, investigate my father's death, and let justice and law continue to prevail in King's Landing. Echoing in the sky..."

"Justice and law..." Ed looked at Attis with a complicated expression, "Attis, you revealed the suspicion of Lannister incest to me. This may also be the cause of Jon Arryn's death. How did you..." He thought of Attis and Myrcella's engagement.

"Why did you give up on the 'higher than honor' taught by your father, why did you go against your son, and why did you associate with the sinful and dirty Lannister like a disgusting person?"

Ed stared at Attis in surprise.

These words should have been thrown out in anger, but Attis's expression was calm, as calm as a spring.

Attis and Ed seemed to have forgotten that they were negotiating, but instead were arguing like an elder brother and a younger brother.

Silence enveloped them again, and the two were silent to each other.

"Catelyn, Arya, and..." Ed paused slightly after reading these names, "And Jeyne Westerling..." He sighed softly, "It takes effort for them to return to the north. At what cost..."

The word "price" brought Artis back to reality from his previous emotions. This sentence seemed particularly harsh in Ed's mouth.

The cost was almost the entire Stark family, Ed!

Attis's lips moved slightly, and he kept sighing in his heart. He waved his iron gloves and muttered, "The weather in the north! Damn it!" He was breathing heavily, and heat mist kept coming out.

After a brief adjustment, Attis looked at Ed and expressed his thoughts, "Arya will continue to stay in the Eyrie. She will become Robin's wife. I will arrange for them to go to Riverrun."

Inheritance? Ed thought.

"Caitlin can return to the north at any time. Only the cold winter in the north is suitable for her. The south... is still too dangerous for her..."

Ed shook his head, "Every wolf that goes south will lose something, including wisdom. There is no blessing from the old gods there..."

"Then she lost more than a little bit," Artis almost rolled his eyes, "As for Jeyne Westerling..."

Ed stared at him closely.

"We have been deceived by Stark once. Just in case," Artis found it difficult to say these words in front of Ed, "Jeanne Westerling and her unborn child will become the Arryn family." , the hostage, this was originally supposed to be Bran..."

Attis couldn't help but silenced, and he looked at Ed.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "About Bran and Rickon, and Winterfell... I'm sorry, this is a loss beyond control."

"Robb brought it upon himself." Ed's tone was not only sad, but also disappointing.

Attis nodded slightly, "Then, the most important thing is to recognize the identity of Myrcella Baratheon and bow the knee to the king when necessary."

Ed's brows furrowed tightly, "Bend your knee to Joffrey..."

A chuckle interrupted Ed's concerns.

Attis looked at Eddard, "Joffrey doesn't deserve to be king."

"Then you..." Doubts suddenly filled Ed's brain, and he couldn't figure it out...

He looked up at Attis, who looked calm, and remembered Wyman Manderly's dictation about a series of his actions.

Robert said to himself more than once that only Jon Arryn was worthy of being king. He was just forced to sit on the Iron Throne and enjoy Jon Arryn's hard work and food, drink and whoring in peace. Just a bastard.

Ed thought that, but never took it to heart.

But now the young face of Attis Arryn was before his eyes, and Robert's words came to mind again, except that Jon Arryn's name became Attis Arryn.

"Robert has Targaryen blood, even though he never wants to admit it," Eddard whispered to Attis, "your father put Robert on the throne even after much consideration..."

"I heard that you can ascend the throne first," Attis said. "You can be king first if you wish."

"The rumors in the streets are not worth believing," Eddard shook his head. "I will neither covet power nor fail to follow your father's instructions. Only Robert is worthy of the Iron Throne. Baratheon's Names can unite the divided Seven Kingdoms, but Stark cannot."

"Aegon Targaryen relied on his epic conquests and dragons." Ed looked at the silent Attis, "But Aelin, including Stark, has no chance of winning the Iron Throne."

"The Great Wall," Ed was thinking about how Attis would respond, but instead he started talking about something that seemed to have nothing to do with it. "What's the news about the Great Wall?"

Ed frowned, "The savages have invaded. As long as order is restored in the north, it will not be difficult to deal with the savages outside the Great Wall..."

The corners of Attis' lips raised again, "I hope so, Lord Eddard." He flicked his iron glove again and turned the horse's head, "I hope you are right, Eddard Stark, even though you are already wrong. Countless times..."

"Recognize Myrcella, recognize me, and bow the knee to the future king. These are the last conditions." Attis stared at Ed, always ready to leave.

Ed's purple lips seemed to be frozen and opened, "I promise you..."

Attis smiled softly and nodded to Ange in the distance.

An Gai rode up and ran forward, wrapping something in a long black cloth and carrying it on the attendant's back.

He took it out and wiped away the black cloth.

Ed opened his eyes wide, "Bing...I thought..."

"What do you think, Duke Stark?" Attis's words even contained sarcasm. "The Conqueror did not unite the Seven Kingdoms with a Valyrian steel sword. Take it, the North of the Seven Kingdoms." environment protection.”

Ed dismounted, reached out to take the ice, and looked up at Attis.

Aylin's eyes were still calm, but it was not brought about by the calmness he had maintained during previous negotiations.

More, Eddard occasionally saw in Robert's eyes.

This is the majestic peace of a king.