Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"What a misfortune!

Lord Petyr embezzled taxes and accidentally offended His Majesty Joffrey, and was finally executed by His Majesty! "

Domeric didn't bother to make it up, so he just said it.

"what!"

When Mrs. Lysa heard the bad news, she was immediately horrified and grieved.

Although she had long heard the news about "Littlefinger" Petyr's accident, she still couldn't believe it in her heart.

Unexpectedly, it was now confirmed in the mouth of this "Hand of the King".

“Sorry, I’m rude.

I'll take my leave first. "

Mrs. Lysa's mind went blank. She suppressed her inner grief and physical discomfort and said goodbye and returned to her residence.

Looking around the entire hall, the Knights of the Eagle's Nest City were staggering.

Domeric's lips twitched with an inexplicable smile.

He picked up the slightly tipsy Sansa and Arya, one in each hand, and returned to the bedroom Lady Lysa had arranged for them.

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Eyrie, dungeon.

Nestor Royce slowly moved his body, changed his posture, and huddled in the corner of the dungeon.

He didn't dare to move, just by accident.

He would be a disgusting red stain on a pile of rocks thousands of feet below.

Like many of the inmates of the Eyrie over the centuries.

"Lord Nestor, I'm sorry, I forgot to bring you dinner."

A jailer brought a bowl of cold potatoes with gravy and something unknown on top.

The jailer sneered and said, "Let me tell you, a banquet is being held in the castle. Lord Domeric from King's Landing has repelled the mountain men. Now he is being hosted by Duchess Lysa. He is younger than you and much more powerful than you. "

Nestor said nothing.

It's not that he doesn't understand the principle of "a tree falls and the hozen scatters", it's just that it's hard to accept it for a while.

He is no longer the chief steward of the valley who is subordinate to one person and superior to ten thousand people. Now he is just a prisoner.

The jailer placed the potatoes on the ground and left.

Nestor did not eat. He was covered with a shabby blanket and lying on a pile of straw. The blood on his beard had not been wiped clean. This was ironclad evidence of fighting on the battlefield during the day.

But no one cares.

The heavy iron door slammed shut.

Nestor listened to the sound of the key turning.

He looked out at the pitch-black sky and the seemingly endless misty peaks, while the wind as sharp as claws pulled at his blanket.

Although the air here is fresh and the sun is bright during the day, there are also stars and a bright moon at night.

Nestor would rather stay in the darkest and dampest pit.

The Eyrie calls this "the dungeon."

If this was truly a "dungeon," there would have been a wall less than five feet away.

But on the contrary, there is where the end of the floor meets the sky.

Looking across the Seven Kingdoms, only the Eyrie's dungeons encourage prisoners to escape.

Thousands of feet in the air below are piles of rocks.

There was nothing between him and his cell but air.

If Nestor craned his neck, he could see other cells to his left and right.

He is just a bee in a stone hive, and his wings have been broken off.

The cell was extremely cold, the mountain wind howled day and night, and the worst part was that the floor tilted outwards.

Although the magnitude was not large, it was enough for an old man like him to endure.

Nestor didn't dare to close his eyes, fearing that he would fall off the cliff while sleeping and wake up in mid-air in terror.

No wonder the dungeons of the Eyrie drive people crazy!

Nestor, who used to be the steward of the valley, had never felt this way before, but now that he had experienced it personally, he found it terrifying.

No wonder those prisoners in the dungeon were all crazy.

If he could still go out and become the steward of the valley again, he would definitely put bars on every cell.

Nestor prayed secretly in his heart.

……

late at night.

A guard walks into the dungeon.

Several jailers guarding the gate were already drunk.

He walked along a walkway.

Burning rosin torches hung on the wall, like countless dancing light spots in the darkness, extending along the corridor to the end.

There are many thick iron gates lined up on both sides.

The sound of his footsteps was particularly harsh in the silent dungeon.

There were low-pitched cries from behind many iron doors, some from men and some from women.

If you listen carefully, most of them are "Let me out!"

"help me!"

"Please, let me out!" and other pleas.

Until in front of an iron gate.

He stopped, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it slightly.

The door opened and he saw an old man huddled in the corner.

He was a large, thick-chested man with a bald head, a gray beard stained with blood, and a birthmark on his face.

He is the former steward of the valley - Nestor Royce.

"Who are you? Lady Lysa is going to let me go?"

Just when Nestor was complaining about the injustice of the gods, the door of the dungeon opened, which made him extremely happy.

The visitor was wearing the armor of a Vale Knight and a sky-blue cape with the crescent falcon symbolizing the Arryn family painted on it.

"Lord Nestor, Duchess Lysa summons you." He said softly.

The guard looked unfamiliar, but his words held a certain magic.

Gods bless, it seems that Princess Lysa has changed her mind.

Nestor had no doubt that he was there, but thought it was Lady Lysa who saw clearly the faces of those hypocritical people and remembered her own loyalty.

And my loyal efforts over the years have finally paid off...

Chapter 175 The Same Ending

How virtuous and capable are you?Sir Alex proudly declared!

Do you want me to bow down and proclaim myself a minister?

The colors are different, the power is not inferior,

Each shows his or her magical powers and is ranked high and low.

The red lion fights the yellow lion,

The minions are sharp and merciless.

Shot deadly and ruthless,

Don't you forget, don't forget.

Oh, he said this, he said this,

So said the lord of Castamere.

But today, every rainy season, well!

The rain was crying in the hall, but there was no one inside.snort!

But today, every rainy season, well!

The rain is crying in the hall, but there is no soul inside.snort!

……

This is a sad and sad song.

Sansa sang with a clear and soft voice, less domineering and cruel, more charming and sad.

Domeric couldn't help but think of the plot:

At the bloody wedding, accompanied by the classic "The Rains of Castamere", it was so desolate and sad that the Starks were almost exterminated.

In the Game of Thrones plot, "The Rains of Castamere" appears three times.

The hall of the Twins City appeared for the first time, and then a bloody wedding took place that the North will never forget.

The second time, at the wedding of Joffrey and Little Rose, this song played again, and Joffrey was instantly poisoned and died.

For the third time, in Highgarden, this song played again, and the senior player Mrs. Rose Olenna was forced to go offline...

"The Rains of Castelme" is like a soul-killing song.