Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Sansa seemed to have just come out of the bath. Her long maroon hair hung down her shoulders, slightly damp, and she was wearing a lavender dress.

This skirt is a bit transparent, and you can vaguely see the gap between the slender legs and the growing granary.

Sansa walked up to Domeric and looked at him quietly, "Lord Domeric."

"What's wrong, Sansa?"

Domeric asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Sansa said. "Lord Domeric, I just wanted to accompany you. I heard that you are leaving for the war tomorrow."

Domeric laughed, turned around in his chair and put his arms around her slender waist, held her in his arms, and sat on his lap.

"But it's so late now."

"I miss you so much, I can't wait any longer."

Sansa said coquettishly, her tone a little shy.

Domilik had a busy day. He conducted artillery tests, attended a banquet, and processed a lot of official documents.

He felt that all his energy and thoughts were scattered and he could no longer concentrate. He also felt a little tired.

Just ready to relax.

"Okay," Domeric smiled, "Well, I suddenly felt a little hungry. I didn't eat much at the banquet just now..."

"There is food in my room, please wait." Sansa quickly jumped off his lap and ran up the stairs to her room.

Soon, a large amount of food was brought over.

There are hot buttered bread, cheese cheese, lemon cake, blackberry jam, bacon, and a pot of black tea, which are all Sansa's favorite things to eat.

The food had been freshly heated, and Sansa obviously knew he didn't like it cold.

Domeric was a little full due to the girl's constant feeding.

He pinched Sansa's cheek and said, "It's delicious. I'm very full."

"You still have something to eat!" The girl shook her head.

"How?"

Domeric looked at the delicacies on the table, making sure he tasted everything.

Domeric laughed, it turned out to be this.

Then, he stepped forward...

Sansa said "Hmm."

……

"Lord Domeric, I don't want you to leave."

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her starry eyes were half-open and half-closed, filled with moisture and crying.

"Don't worry," Domeric said softly, "Don't worry, the war will be over soon and I will be back soon."

This is of course nonsense.

How will this war turn out?

Domeric was also unpredictable.

It's just some words of comfort, even if you know it's nonsense, you still have to say it.

"But it feels so hard to wait! What if you didn't..." Sansa started to cry as she spoke.

Domeric couldn't help but think of his aunt, Countess Dustin.

During the Usurper's War, when her husband, William Earl Dustin, entered the war, she gave him a fine red war horse.

He was the best horse in the herd of Domeric's grandfather, Earl of Ryswell.

Earl William swore he would ride the horse back to his little aunt.

After the war, Duke Ed returned the war horse to her, but her husband, Earl William, died in the Tower of Joy...

"Lord Domeric, will you take me with you and let me stay with you?" Sansa begged.

"But," Domeric said with hesitation, "I'm afraid that you might be in danger in the military camp."

This time the army went on an expedition, it was no different than the last trip to the valley. At that time, it was more like an outing.

And this war with the Lannister family is destined to be a hard battle.

On the battlefield, anything can happen!

Sansa seemed to have caught the hesitation in Domeric's tone, "Arya and I will pretend to be your attendants and stay by your side at all times. We promise not to run around or cause any trouble to you."

Under the pleading of the girl Lihua Daiyu, Domeric finally agreed.

He mainly considered that Arya's swordsmanship was very good, and it should be more than enough to protect Sansa.

Sansa immediately regained her former self.

Sansa hung on him, her voice a little uneasy: "Lord Domeric, you don't think I'm too willful, do you?"

The girl had just taken a shower, and her maroon hair was wet and spread behind her.

The pretty face without makeup is covered with layers of light mist, which is smooth and delicate and can be broken by blowing.

Domeric pinched her cheek.

"No, sometimes being willful is not a bad thing at all."

a long time.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll be with you."

Sansa said immediately.

At this moment, she didn't want Domeric to leave.

Helpless, Domeric held Sansa's slender waist with one hand and opened the door with the other hand.

In an inconvenient position, he held her and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of laughter came from the bathroom.

Soon, overlapping figures were reflected on the glass of the window...

More than an hour later, Sansa had already fallen asleep.

After pinching the girl's pretty face, Domeric realized that there seemed to be something important that he had almost forgotten.

……

The star curtain hangs low, and the silver moon is like a knife.

Pale moonlight enveloped the castle.

dungeon.

The dungeon of the Red Fort has four levels.

The cells on the top floor, with their narrow windows, were used to house common criminals.

The second level of cells has small single rooms for holding noble prisoners.

The cells on the third level, also known as the "dark cells," are smaller and have wooden doors so that no light can shine in.It's for the most evil and dangerous criminals.

The bottom floor is the torture chamber.

It’s best not to bring an oil lamp if you want to get through the lowest level, because there are some things you don’t want to see.

At this moment, the torch in the corridor illuminates the cell through the bars.

Domeric appeared in the second-floor cell specially designed for nobles...

Chapter 200 Worthier than gold

Compared to the third floor, the "dark cell" was extremely dark and full of the smell of urine.

It was much cleaner and tidier here, with a gray woolen blanket covering the floor.

The walls are light red, with patches of saltpeter exposed. At the front of the dungeon is a heavy gray iron door, four feet thick and covered with iron nails.

The cells inside not only have windows, but also beds, chairs, and toilets that servants clean at all times. They can even call in prostitutes, which is also the privilege of noble prisoners.

"Old guy, you still haven't admitted defeat!" Tyrion panted.

"Little dwarf, I am the king who rules over the colorful world. Hardness, persistence, and tenacity are my noble qualities."

Across the long corridor, the owners of the two cells stood facing each other.

Pycelle held the prostitute's waist with one hand and stroked his beard with the other. His movements were as leisurely as watching fish and flowers.

"You can't compare to me!" Pycelle glanced at the little devil with a mocking tone in his mouth.

"Then let's wait and see who can last longer!"

Tyrion said as he was filled with righteous indignation. Only this part of his body was not shorter than others, so he couldn't lose!

Just when the two of them were going all out to decide the winner.

There was a "beep" sound coming from the heavy iron door, followed by the sound of the iron chains colliding.

The door opened with a bang, and the sound came from far to near, like military boots nailed with iron palms stepping on the ground.

Someone walked over from the corridor.

Grand Maester Pycelle and "Little Devil" Tyrion stopped for a moment until they saw the person clearly.

It turned out to be the controller of King's Landing - Domeric Bolton.

Domeric made a gesture, and the guards immediately came and took the two prostitutes out.

"Little Devil" Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. Now he no longer had to compete with the old guy Pycelle. He had to admit that he could hardly hold on anymore.

"Hahaha!

Lord Domeric, you are here to see me.