Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Mrs. Frey stood at the head of the bed with a pale face, looking at the picture frame on the wall with a dull look. Inside was a picture of a pink heron standing on one leg, looking across the river to the other side.

An ugly head with sparse hair, tightly pressed against the lady's chest, was in the lady's sight.

Old Walder's voice was hoarse and long, howling like a weasel stealing chickens at night. He bit Mrs. Frey, not caring whether it would cause pain to his wife.

"Look at you, you screamed before?" Old Walder raised his head and let the lady lie on the bed by herself.

Mrs. Frey did as she was told and fell back on the bed, her eyes empty, "Jossan Enford, my lady."

Old Walder pinched the lady's wrist with his fingers, "That noble knight noble, huh?"

Old Walder leaned close to the lady's face, "Marrying a 90-year-old man like me, what does your good knight father think? Huh?"

"Marrying Lord Frey is the honor of the nobles in the riverlands." The lady said numbly, these words Old Walder would let her say almost every night.

"Hahahahaha!" The disgusting laughter came out of Old Walder's mouth again, wandering in the bedroom.

"That's how it should be, you noble, hypocritical, self-proclaimed glorious ancient nobles, that's how it should be..." Old Walder showed a creepy smile and approached Mrs. Frey.

"Dongdongdong!" There was a knock outside the door.

"The seven layers of hell should be filled with you bastards!" Old Walder cursed angrily, dragging his aging body off the bed.

He opened the bedroom door, "It'd better be important enough, otherwise I will press your head into the cesspool."

The visitor was Aenys Frey, who was in charge of the defense of West Castle, his third son, and his watery red eyes stared at him.

"The Vale army is stationed behind the hills on the east bank of the Green Fork River. Scouts report that there are 5,000 people. The follow-up army is still heading north to the Twins on the King's Road, with nearly 7,000 people. Adding up, there are more than 12,000 people." Aenys Frey said to old Walder.

"If it's just this news, your head will still be buried in the cesspool." Old Walder said disdainfully. This is news that will come sooner or later, and there is no need for Aenys to tell him in person.

Aenys said more important information, "The leader is 'Bronze Jon' of the Vale. He sent someone with a letter to tell us that he wants to discuss crossing the river."

"Well," old Walder smiled with satisfaction, "Why not? We each get what we need." His weasel-like face wrinkled into an ugly smile, which was originally in his original plan.

Aenys saw old Walder waving, then closed the door and left.

Old Walder paused nervously, then took a step and danced in front of his young wife.

Mrs. Frey looked at old Walder at a loss, holding the bed with both hands, fearing that the Marquis would do something more abnormal.

Fortunately, old Walder ignored his wife, but went crazy on his own, picked up a glass of red wine on the table and drank it all.

The response from Riverrun had arrived long ago. After learning that Edmure Tully led his army across the river to attack the Vale army, Hoster agreed to old Walder's marriage conditions and was willing to let Edmure marry a Frey daughter as long as the Freys defended the Twins.

But old Walder was not someone who would easily make a bet early. Letting Edmure marry a Frey daughter was just a means or excuse for old Walder to humiliate the Tullys. Any wise lord and noble could see that since that stupid woman Catelyn had tied Tywin Lannister's dwarf son to Riverrun, the Tullys had lost any ability to add a legal excuse to their actions from the beginning.

Tyring to Riverrun instead of King's Landing to seek support and help from King Robert and her beloved husband, Prime Minister Eddard, was equivalent to forcing Tully to cut himself off from the legal core of the legitimacy of the bond between the fish, deer, wolf and eagle - the legal justice of the Iron Throne.

But this did not completely make Frey choose to change jobs. After all, King Robert and Prime Minister Eddard were still there. Even if Tywin was strong, he could not openly despise the alliance of fish, deer, wolf and eagle and launch a crazy attack and revenge on Riverrun. During this period, the Iron Throne would definitely intervene, and it might not be able to completely prevent friction, but at least the core position of the Tullys in the kingdom would not disappear.

But all this was completely shattered after Edmure Tully's brilliant last stand.

The fish broke with its natural enemy, the eagle.

By this time, Old Walder had already known that the Tullys had completely touched the foundation of the kingdom, and the consequences of the broken relationship between the fish and the eagle. Based on the previous situation, Old Walder judged that even if the war was mediated by the Iron Throne, the Tullys would inevitably be severely punished, because the series of measures taken by Riverrun were completely against the laws of the kingdom and the interests of the kingdom.

This is why he decided to give up Tully.

As for the lion and the eagle who sent troops, he didn't know about the lion, but he heard that Artys Arryn in the Vale was the object that King Robert had long wanted to marry and win over, and the king would definitely forgive the Eagles who taught Tully a lesson for the Iron Throne.

Perhaps, Old Walder thought to himself, perhaps by then, the Tullys would inevitably lose face in the riverlands and their prestige would greatly decline. By then, if they could use the wings of the eagle... the position of the Governor of the Trident River might not be impossible to fight for.

Old Walder looked greedily at Jo Susan, his Lady Frey, who was lying flat on the bed. No, he would not just open the city gate and lower the drawbridge to let the Vale army cross the river. He wanted more promises, promises that could make the Frey family truly noble, bloodline, only bloodline!

The Arryn family in the Vale has always had a small population, and in history it was often a tragic situation where mothers and sons had to inherit the business. They needed the Frey family's bloodline to have more children. The combination of the two families was the best combination of the gods.

Old Walder's smile became more and more ferocious. He pounced on the bed like a sluggish and old hungry wolf and tore his wife's clothes.

…

Jon Grafson sat in the tent, holding a pen in his hand, thinking about what the Frey family would ask for tomorrow, a gold dragon? Supplies? Or some rare jewels? Or a marriage with the nobles of the Vale, just like the first wife of old Walder was from the Royce family, although that lady had lived in a big castle in the riverlands as an adopted daughter since she was a child and had never experienced the culture of the Vale.

The number of descendants behind this old Marquis Walder was too large. He could easily point to an unmarried boy or girl, and marriage was also within Grafson's consideration.

Jon Grafson yawned, his buttocks rubbed and tore the flesh during the march, and the purple bruises could be clearly seen.

Although he was the eldest son and heir of the Grafson family and had received knightly aristocratic education since childhood, he had never ridden a horse for such a long distance from the valley to the Twins. However, he saw that the knights and servants of the Royce family, including Jon Royce himself, who had regarded themselves as military aristocrats since childhood, always seemed to be calm and composed.

He did not want to make a fool of himself, so he had to hold on and did not get off the horse. When he took off the chain mail and arrived at the camp, he realized that the friction between his buttocks had separated the flesh and the bruises were serious.

Just when he was worrying about this, Jon Royce's voice came from outside the tent, "Can I come in, Sir Jon?"

Jon Grafson hurriedly said, "Please come in, Lord Jon." Just as he was about to get up to greet him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his thighs, and he almost stumbled and fell. When he looked up again, he met Bronze Jon's surprised eyes.

"Lord Jon, I..." Jon Grafson didn't know how to explain.

But Jon was the first to say, "You haven't ridden a horse for a long distance?"

Grafson gritted his teeth and could only admit, "Yes, I haven't ridden a horse for such a long time. As a nobleman in the valley, I did..."

"Apply this to the wound, it can effectively relieve it. Tell me next time if there is any problem," Bronze Jon held a bottle in his hand, which contained white ointment. "This is not a castle. Everything is taken care of here. It's very convenient. You have to prepare something in advance, right?"

"Indeed... I really do..." Jon Grafson didn't know what to say. His cheeks flushed slightly. It turned out that Earl Jon had seen his predicament early on. He could only stammer in response.

Jon chuckled twice and left the tent.

Jon Grafson looked at the ointment in front of him, thinking about it. He had already thought about how to negotiate with the Frey family. Compared with the various envoys from the Free Trade Cities, Old Walder was just a Westeros nobleman. He usually didn't have the same eloquence as the envoys from the Free Trade Cities.

He lay down on the bed, feeling surprised and happy about Bronze Jon's actions. He had wanted to resolve the feuds he had with many nobles in the Valley during the Usurper War. If he could establish a better relationship with the Royce family in advance, it might be a way out of the Grafson family's embarrassing situation in the Valley.