Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

But it's actually a song about Tywin Lannister's massacre.

The content of the song is that Tywin Lannister completely eliminated the vassals who were disrespectful to the family, so that the Reyes family and the Tarbeck family were wiped out, and the entire castle was reduced to ruins.

He first blocked all exits of Castelme, and then diverted water from the nearby river into Castelme.

In the end, the entire city of Castame was drowned underground, and no one survived.

This is the story of "Cold Tywin burned Tarbeck and the Lannister flooded Reyes."

This shows how powerful Tywin is.

Politically, he combines shrewdness and conspiracy, and militarily, he is iron-blooded and tough. His influence has even become a song that has been widely circulated.

Domeric was thinking about whether he should find someone to compose a song specifically for him. The content would be about going to battle beyond the wall, capturing King's Landing, becoming the king of the mountain people... something like that.

"Lord Domeric, was the song I just sang good?"

Sansa half-opened her eyes and said faintly with a slight hint of drunkenness on her face.

She actually didn't like sad and sad songs like "The Rains of Cameste", but Lord Domeric insisted on listening to it, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"It sounds good, but the last few lines of your singing are out of tune." Domeric smiled.

"Really!"

Sansa put her hands on his chest, her face was slightly red, and she was sweating on her forehead, and she said shyly:

"You are so bad. At the end, you deliberately made me unable to concentrate. Otherwise, how could I be out of tune like that..."

Looking at the girl sweating profusely, it seems that singing while drunk is indeed quite tiring.

Domeric lifted Sansa into his arms and said, "Let's take a rest first."

Sansa pressed her face against his chin, exhaling the smell of wine, "It's okay, I can sing and serve you again."

"Obey, you are a good girl."

Domeric touched the girl's head and fixed her waist with both hands.

He started from the bottom up, humming "The Rains of Castamere" in his mouth, filled with righteous indignation...

Until the whole world is boring.

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Nestor Royce, the former Vale Steward, followed closely behind the guard who led him out of the dungeon.

Nestor suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was late at night, and no matter how anxious Princess Lesa was to see him, she should have waited until dawn.

And the guard in front of him was very unfamiliar.

"What's your name? Why have I never seen you before?" Nestor suddenly asked.

"My name is Bin Laden, and I am Sir Ram's new attendant."

The guard's calm and collected tone slightly dispelled Nestor's doubts.

Soon, Nestor came to the Moon Tower where Lady Lysa lived.

In front of the Moon Tower Gate, several guards had already been knocked unconscious.

Suddenly, a dozen sneaky men in black broke into the Moon Tower in front of Nestor and went straight to Lady Lysa's bedroom.

There are assassins!

Nestor quickly stepped forward, picked up the knight's sword handed over by the guard, and chased the men in black, cutting down several assassins on the way. His body was covered with blood and his face was hideous.

The guard beside him said:

"Lord Nestor, it's bad, someone wants to murder Lady Lysa!"

"Mrs. Lysa, what's wrong, Master Nestor wants to murder you!"

A maid shouted in panic, "Madam, Master Nestor, he is holding a sword and is covered in blood, and he is here to kill you!"

"what!"

Mrs. Lysa was woken up by the maid. When she heard this, she was immediately frightened and sobered up.

"Isn't Nestor being imprisoned in the dungeon? Did he escape?"

"This damn old guy, I should have directly ordered his execution, but I didn't expect that he would retaliate with kindness."

"Gods above, it's all my fault for my momentary pity!"

Wearing only a nightgown, Mrs. Lysa escaped from the bedroom with the help of the maid, and ran out from the other end of the corridor.

Nestor got rid of several men in black and chased after him, shouting: "Mrs. Lysa, don't run. There is an assassin who wants to kill you. Come to me quickly and I will protect you."

But Mrs. Lysa, who was in a hurry to escape, couldn't hear this, and even if she heard it, she wouldn't believe it.

Madam Lysa panicked and walked along the aisle to the lobby of the Eagle's Nest.

The party is over and there is no one here.

The drunken and unconscious knights were all sent back to their bedrooms by their servants.

As Lady Lysa ran to the center of the hall, she heard the harsh sound of the wind rushing through the moon door.

All that was visible was the narrow weirwood door in the marble wall between two slender beams.

been opened!

The three heavy bronze door bolts that originally imprisoned it were pulled down by someone unknown.

"Who opened the moon door?"

Mrs. Lysa shouted subconsciously.

She was answered with a sneer, and a figure shrouded in a robe and hood appeared behind her and slowly closed the wooden door of the hall.

Only then did Lady Lysa realize that her maid had disappeared without a trace, and a stranger appeared beside her.

She desperately wanted to step back, "Who are you?"

The man threw a lasso at Lady Lysa's head.

The rope tightened quickly, and Mrs. Lysa was pulled by a force and dragged staggeringly to the moon door.

The howling cold wind poured into her neck continuously, making Mrs. Lysa shiver.

She wanted to move away, but was firmly held by the rope and forced towards the moon door.

Through the moon gate, thousands of feet below, are piles of rocks.

If it falls, it will only become a puddle of meat.

"No!" she howled, "who are you!"

"I am Duchess Lysa, the owner of the Eagle's Nest. I can give you anything you want. Please spare me!"

Lady Lysa's voice echoed through the hall, but no one answered her.

She raised her hands and groped around, trying to grasp the frame of the moon door, but she couldn't reach it at all.

Instead, my feet began to slip on the smooth marble floor.

The long and thick rope caught her neck and she couldn't break free.

The other end of the rope goes straight to the moon gate.

In fear.

Madam Lysa twisted to the side hysterically, and one of her feet accidentally stepped into the air, causing her to scream.

She whimpered and trembled.

However, his neck was tightened and he couldn't scream.

……

"Mrs. Lysa, someone is trying to kill you. Open the door quickly and let me in!"

Nestor Royce outside the hall shouted loudly, slashed the door latch with his knight's sword, and then kicked it with his foot.

The "rumbling" sound of banging on the door also woke up the people in the castle.

"help me!"

Lady Lysa managed to let out whimpers and gasps as the rope around her neck tightened.

Nestor was still banging on the door.

Lady Lysa struggled to resist the pull of the rope, which seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Her heart was beating wildly and her left foot was missing its boot.

He must have fallen while struggling, but he didn't expect that life and death were so close.

"Boom".

Nestor's huge body finally broke open the wooden door of the hall.

The moment the door opened, he happened to see Lady Lysa leaning over the moon door.

"Madam, what are you doing?

It's dangerous out there! "

Nestor, covered in blood, strode over.

He was only a few steps away from Lady Lysa.

Mrs. Lysa struggled to turn around and ask for help.

Suddenly, the strength around his neck tightened, and his shoes slipped on the wet marble floor.

Lysa stumbled into the moon door.

Then, the whole person disappeared.

She didn't scream. For a long time, there was only the endless howling of the cold wind.

……

"Nestor Royce murdered Duchess Lysa!"