Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The narrow causeway in the Neck Swamp is extremely difficult to pass through. It is surrounded by endless swamps and seemingly sticky but actually fine quicksand. Huge red flowers are soaked in the swamp. Attis was in an extremely alert state from the moment he entered. Tyrion's short body was still blocking him, which made him have to consider whether Tyrion's center of gravity was stable when walking.

The swamps around were bubbling constantly. Tyrion judged that most of them were lizard lions and poisonous snakes. The smell of decay was everywhere, and there was even a faint green mist in the distance, but it was gradually covered by white smoke.

"Where is the Reed family in Greywater? Seven layers of hell, it's too difficult to walk here." Robert used his iconic roar as a pioneer, holding a long sword in his hand.

Cersei insisted on sitting in the carriage with Tommen and Myrcella. The two children looked at the dense swamps around them excitedly, counting the strange plants and strange insects and birds they saw along the way.

"How innocent." Tyrion considered whether he should get on the horse again instead of walking under the horse. He could no longer see where his squire had ridden to the team. Looking up and down, he could only see a green swamp. Artis in the valley also walked slowly behind him, but Tyrion guessed that it was probably because he played the role of a dwarf blocking the road.

"If this is not rude." Tyrion turned his head while being dragged by the horse, "Lord Arryn, ahem, can you carry me to the horse?"

Artis was amused by this funny look. He did not answer, but directly grabbed the clothes on Tyrion's back with one hand and easily sent him to the horse.

"Aha!" Tyrion pointed at Artis, grinned, and twisted his waist. "This is much more comfortable. Thanks, little eagle."

Under the threat of the king, Joffrey did not get into the carriage, but followed Robert silently with disgust. The hound that had been following the prince also took off the armor that was in the way and pulled the horse forward lightly.

The causeway in the distance was finally much wider, and the familiar stone road appeared in front of him. Robert was overjoyed, knowing that this meant that they were about to reach the Cailin Bay.

"Fools, get on the horse!" Robert ordered loudly, and quickly climbed on the horse. It was very difficult for his fat body to ride a horse, but Robert's arm strength seemed to be endless, and the warhorse under his crotch even staggered a few times.

The team accelerated its pace. The southerners passed the causeway of the Neck and came to the gate of the North, guarding the dangerous pass of the north-south land route, Cailin Bay.

Outside Winterfell, the green grass stretched endlessly, and there was no sign of winter at all. But only the people who live here know that the weather is getting colder, the moles have already dug holes, the grass is only strong for a while, and the long summer is over, and winter is coming.

Eddard took the "Ice" handed over by his captain of the guards Jory, a huge Valyrian steel sword, the family sword of the Stark family passed down from the time of the King of Winter, and the blade was as dark as black smoke.

The deserter of the Night's Watch knelt at Eddard's feet.

"In the name of Robert I of the Baratheon family, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, the Duke of Winterfell and Warden of the North, Eddard of the Stark family, hereby sentence you to death."

Eddard raised the giant sword "Ice", and the sword fell with his hand, and the head of the Night's Watch deserter was separated from his body and fell on the green grass.

The face of the Night's Watch deserter was wide open, as if calling for help, as if he wanted to tell Eddard important information.

It seemed that just at the moment after the execution, a little snow fell from the sky. Eddard looked at the light snow in the sky with worry. No one knew better than him what the change in weather meant. It meant that late summer was coming to an end and a long winter was about to invade this land.

Jory took the greatsword from Eddard. The journey back to Winterfell was very long, not to mention the light snow that fell along the way, accompanying him with coldness.

Eddard saw his sons riding quietly in the snow. The youngest Bran had a stern face, as if trying to keep the seriousness of an adult. Robb and Jon Snow stood aside, admiring the flying snow in the air.

He walked to Bran with satisfaction and patted his upright chest. "Good performance." Bran smiled immediately when he heard this, and white snowflakes were stained on his eyelashes.

"He said there are white ghosts outside the Great Wall." Bran's childish voice reached Eddard's ears.

Robb laughed when he heard it, and Theon of Greyjoy even made a face in front of Bran. Jon also smiled slightly, and Bran looked at them in confusion.

Eddard smiled helplessly: "Old Nan's stories are not credible, Bran. I haven't seen any of the stories I heard when I was a child."

"It would be amazing if I saw it, Lord Stark." Theon had a mocking smile from the beginning, and there was a joke in his tone.

Robb and Jon ignored Bran's childish words and rode their horses to compete for speed as usual. Eddard looked at the backs of the two people galloping, and his heart was also happy.

The king's team should have passed the Moat Cailin and was about to reach Winterfell. Eddard thought to himself that since he received the news of the death of his adoptive father Jon Arryn in King's Landing and Robert's northward journey, he calculated the time when Robert would go north, but he didn't expect Robert to be delayed for some time in Harrenhal, so the journey was delayed for a while.

Robert met the new Warden of the East, Artis Arryn, at Harrenhal. Perhaps he would bring his adoptive father's eldest son with him when he went north. When the time comes, Robert would definitely comfort this child who had just lost his father.

Edard remembered that wrong spring, how sad he was when he heard the news of his brother and father's death in the Eyrie. He didn't want Attis, a child, to suffer the same emotion of the old gods punishing the world.

I hope the winter in the north can temporarily relieve him from sorrow and make him a qualified lord, Eddard thought.

Jory's voice sounded, "My lord, look what your son has found!" Jory whipped forward, and Eddard looked in the direction.

The huge wolf lay in a pool of blood, soft and lifeless. The size of the giant wolf was larger than the pony under Bran's crotch.

"Diewolf!" Jory said in a lost voice.

Eddard frowned and looked at the dead direwolf, and the uneasy mood grew in his heart.

He dismounted and approached the wolf's body, squatted down, reached under the wolf's head, twisted it hard, and took out a broken deer antler.

Everyone watched this scene uncomfortably. Eddard was looking at the antlers in his hand. No matter how he tried to avoid it, his mind always thought of Robert's trip north.

Bran's sharp childish voice sounded, "Father, look!"

Following the direction of Bran's finger, a group of furry wolf cubs were whimpering and crawling at the roots of a tree not far away.

Living with death? Eddard thought uneasily.

The children were not panicked, but approached these little guys excitedly. Jory held the hilt of his sword tightly in his hand. He warned Eddard, "This is not a good guy, sir."

Bran begged himself, "Father, please let us raise them." After that, Robb and Jon looked at him.

Eddard hesitated, but he saw a white wolf cub lying not far away, huddled alone in the grass.

Jon, with his melancholy and lonely eyes, looked at him, as if he had something to say, "There are five little wolves here, three males and two females."

Edard knew what he was going to say and closed his eyes.

"You have five children, three sons and two daughters, and the Stark family emblem is the direwolf. You are destined to take in these little wolves." Jon approached Eddard, which made him extremely sad.

Edard did not answer. Robb volunteered to raise the little wolf himself, and Bran also urged himself.

He looked at Jon Snow and pointed to the white little wolf in the distance, "You are also my son. This is destined, Jon." After speaking, he turned around and rode away, leaving Jon stunned but happy.

You will always be a Stark family member. Lyanna's blood of the running wolf is far better than that beast! Eddard let the snow blow on his face, thinking to himself that he had never hated Rhaegar who died under Robert's hammer more than now.

Snow has covered the land in front of him. Tyrion keeps sneezing and cursing the bad weather in the North. King Robert has also lost interest in riding for fun. He is forced into the carriage by the harsh cold in the north, but he insists that Joffrey be at the front of the team. "You are the face of the royal family!" Robert roared to Joffrey. Joffrey seemed to be very pleased with this sentence. He actually learned to lead the team like Robert did before and walked at the front of the team. His nose was frozen red.

Artis walked with the blue robe cavalry of the Arryn family. The snow was not heavy, but it was very cold. Anguy prepared a fur coat in advance to wrap himself up. Despite this, he still felt cold.

The residents of the North did not even look at them, the southerners, but vigilance and alertness seemed to always be seen on the faces of these silent people. They hurried to harvest wheat, wanting to harvest the last wheat at the last moment before the cold winter.

There were more heart trees with human faces carved on them, and crows were everywhere. Attis always felt that the crows were following him. Thinking of the dream of leaving King's Landing, he didn't want to continue riding, but hid in the carriage.

"Maybe I should come in too." Tyrion rubbed his hands and climbed into the carriage.

"Shouldn't you go to the queen?" Attis asked, cutting fruit with a dagger.

Tyrion drank a glass of wine without hesitation, "My dear sister will kick me down, and my dear king will probably laugh at me, but oh, Arryn, only a young eagle will take in a deformed little lion, which won't scare you, haha."

Attis got used to Tyrion's sharp words along the way, just smiled slightly, admiring the flying snow in the sky. This was not the first time he saw snow, but it was the first time he saw such a long snow.

"The snow in the valley is always fast." Atis said to Tyrion, "Sometimes there is hail."

Tyrion chewed the fruit and said, "I hope the long summer will never stop." He raised his glass and pointed it at himself.

Atis also raised his glass in cooperation, "I hope so."

Angai has been talking less since he stepped into the North. These days he has been asking Atis for archery skills, and the red marks on his palms are eye-catching.

"The servants you have collected don't look like nobles." Tyrion said to his face.

Ange raised his head when he heard this, "Of course not, dwarf, I was born in the borderland of Dorne, and later came to King's Landing, without a name or status."

"You have a lot of resentment, kid. Look at your strong body, and then look at my deformed body as a dwarf. I guess you must be thinking, oh, oh, how can this dwarf devil be born into a noble family? Oh, oh, why am I a humble commoner, oh, oh!" Tyrion's words made Ange's face red instantly. Ange glared at Tyrion angrily, and he pulled the bowstring tight.

"If you are not a Lannister, I am afraid that one day you will be killed by your mouth.", Atis said with a smile.

Tyrion shrugged nonchalantly, "Thank the gods for their gift."

The convoy was covered by a loud sound of horse hooves, and the speed slowed down significantly.

Attis looked out and saw the huge granite wall standing majestically in front of him. The sound of horse hooves came from the northern cavalry who came to escort. King Robert got off the carriage, rode on his horse, and walked majestically at the front of the team.

"Finally here." Tyrion stretched and muttered.