Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Bringing up old things again

The exquisite scissors shone in the sunlight, and were interestingly engraved with the image of a direwolf baring its teeth and claws. Eddard Stark held the scissors and reached between the nails, trimming them and cleaning the mud.

Only White Harbor can produce such exquisite gadgets in the North, and the barbers in Winterfell can only use knives to repair people's nails.

The flag of the direwolf is once again flying on the Moat of Cailin, and the letter of the Stark family of Winterfell is also floating in a boat on the swamps of the Neck. Maybe one day it will be picked up by the people of Graywater and executed. The order of the Duke of Winterfell.

Burning the causeway in the Neck, Ed thought, would at least give the North some time.

Stark's army marched slowly on the King's Road in the Tombs of the First Men. A small number of cavalry were leading the way. The raven that sent the letter had been sent to the Tombs of the Ancients. Although Lady Barber and himself had always been at odds, he She still maintains a certain degree of hope, hoping that she can focus on the overall situation of the North.

Like the Manderly family of White Harbor, the Dustin family of the Wilderness Tombs is one of the few families that has maintained relatively complete strength during Robb South's journey.

"The Stone Coast, to Wolfwood, Deepwood Motte, etc. are all in the hands of those damn ironborn, the iron bitch Asha Greyjoy, and there are thousands of ironborn entrenched in our land." Marlon Mann Dele, the younger brother of the Earl of White Harbor, followed Eddard and said rather boredly.

Ed shook his head, "Sir Caleb of Severn City has led his army to return for reinforcements. The Ironborn never dare to go deep into the land. We will retake Winterfell sooner or later."

Marlon Manderly nodded solemnly, swung his spiked riding crop, gasped for air, and his eyes fell on the lazy and slow White Harbor cavalry in front of the team.

"Duke, I'll come as soon as I go. These weaklings are half soft even before they fight!" Marlon Mandler didn't wait for Ed's order, and galloped over alone.

Ed looked at Malone's back and felt confident in his heart. There were hundreds of thousands of such dedicated officers in the North.

He thought of Ser Rodrik Kelso.

Ed looked beyond the marching army to the distance further north. The gloomy and lonely Dreadfort on the north bank of the Weeping River was like the bloody skinned man's open arms. The skinning knife stained with the blood of many Stark Dukes in history was waving in the air. Dun waved his hand, and the sharp end of the knife was stabbing Stark's abdomen hard.

Roose Bolton's pale and plain eyes are no longer a symbol of the calm winter general, but a careerist with scheming hidden in his heart.

The same careerist as Tywin and the dead Littlefinger.

There is no room for careerists in the North.

…

"A royal welcome, Miss Margaery Tyrell."

Cersei's eyes fell on the woman known as the Rose of Highgarden, the former beauty and future queen.

The dull Red Castle seemed to be brightened by the intrusion of this "little rose". Servants and maids from Highgarden carried large and small objects into the palace garden of the Red Castle. There was even a gardener holding a bundle. Bundles of green plants and bags of fresh seeds.

"It's a great honor, my dear Queen Mother," Margaery nodded slightly, her brown eyes blinking, she seemed to notice her doubts, and said softly, "The King and the Prime Minister were afraid that I would be homesick, so they allowed me to bring him to High Court. If the people and green plants disturb the Queen Mother, I can..."

"No," Cersei retorted. She noticed the pretentious way the maids in the Red Keep surprised and complimented each other. She didn't want to be called a talkative woman and a mean old witch in private. "Keep it, I like it very much." ”

Cersei shrugged slightly, and the maid next to her immediately stepped forward to straighten her golden shawl, "Get familiar with this place and get rid of some of the stench of the Red Keep Pavilion and Palace. The rest is pretty good."

She turned around and walked towards her bedroom. Her pace suddenly accelerated as she turned around the corridor, and she almost left in a hurry.

Cersei swallowed, her messy steps showing her inner panic.

"In the future, your mother will grace the world...until another woman comes, younger and more beautiful than you, who will overthrow you and take away everything you hold dear."

The short, fat, and pimple-covered Witch Ji’s prophecies blared in her ears rang in her ears again.

Margery's alluring appearance appeared before her eyes again.

"Queen Mother?"

The maid's voice reminded her, and Cersei came back to her senses and looked at the maid.

"Ser Jaime has been waiting for you a long time."

"Oh," Cersei replied perfunctorily, the hideous scars under the Jamkin mask appearing in her mind, "Tell him, I'm too tired, I need to..."

Another maid ran over panting and whispered something into Cersei's ear.

"That Velaryon's bastard?" Cersei asked. Orion Waters, who looked exactly like Prince Rhaegar, had pledged allegiance to King Joffrey, and she had been attracting the attention of the maids.

Cersei cleared her throat, "Tell Jaime that I'm not feeling well and don't come to me."

She walked straight outside.

…

Tywin looked at Sir Robert Royce in front of him, still wearing red armor.

The arrogance he had during Tyrion's previous trial was completely gone. Robert lowered his head and was respectful.

The second son of the Royce family, apart from appearing arrogant and domineering when he broke into the palace to save Tyrion at the beginning, he has brought the noble etiquette to the extreme in these days in King's Landing. Several resolutions of the Royal Council were in agreement and praise, and even There was not much interference in the selection of the new tax collector of Seagull Town.

"You are the acting Minister of Justice. Since Lord Artis Arryn has given you the power, you can naturally review the bloody case without being restrained." Tywin shook the teacup on the table. He rarely drinks tea. When he was young, like most knights in the West, he liked to drink foreign wine imported from Lannister Port.

Robert still nodded, with humility in his words, "It would be best to have the support of the Prime Minister. After all, everyone knows that doing things in King's Landing is different from other places, and it is even more necessary to know how to abide by the rules of the court. With the support of the Prime Minister, everything will be different."

Tywin relaxed his brows. The compliment in Robert's words could not be more obvious.

He put the unread documents on the table, "Old cases, just tell me directly, what are they?"

Robar sighed, and the embarrassed expression on his face eased a little. He said in a very gentle tone: "These are cases that are easy for the Prime Minister to handle. They are also closely related to Runestone City and my Royce family. Now that I have the convenience of my position, I also want to share some responsibilities for my father."

Tywin's mouth corners slightly raised, "The son who shares his father's worries will be blessed by the gods."

Robar took the document he drafted and slowly opened it.

"The theft of the wealth of the Gull Town caravan..."

"The Royce family sword "Lament" was stolen in King's Landing"

Many old cases came out of Robert's mouth one by one, many of which Tywin had never even heard of. Gradually, he frowned.

But it must be admitted that there are still many miscellaneous matters in the Royce family, including the disappearance of the "Lament" Valyrian sword, which he had heard of.

A Valyrian steel sword...

Robar paused for a moment and drank a cup of tea, "These are all trivial matters."

Tywin nodded, he agreed with what Robar said.

He sighed, sat up straight, moved the teacup aside, and bent over, ready to stand up.

"The assassination of King Robert."

Robar's young voice broke in rashly.

Tywin stopped and froze in place.