Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Domeric looked down from the top of the tower and saw that the figures on the ground were as small as insects.

Harrenhal is three times the size of Winterfell, and its buildings are so large that nothing can compare with it.

The room inside is enough even for a giant.

The stables can accommodate a thousand horses, the godswood covers 20 acres, and the kitchen is as big as the Great Hall of Winterfell.

However, most of the castle has now fallen into decay.

In the past few years, only one-third of Harrenhal's buildings have been used by House Hoan, and the rest has gradually fallen into ruins.

Many parts of the castle have been untouched for decades, and bats live on top of some towers.

Domeric stroked the wall made of dark boulders, giving people a heavy feeling, as if traces of countless years had settled in it.

Perhaps every tiny crack may hide a story that has long been forgotten...

"Lord Domeric."

At this time, a clear voice came from behind.

Domeric turned around and saw a beautiful knight walking up the stone steps.

Yes, beautiful!

Generally speaking, a tall, thick-looking knight with a beard cannot be described as beautiful.

But of course Wilfield can.

She took off her helmet, and her thick brown hair fell down. She had charming eyes, a handsome face, and a smile on her lips.

This bright and heroic appearance is enough to make any man fall in love with him, even some women are no exception.

Seeing Domeric's glaring eyes, Wilfield on the stone steps smiled slightly and continued:

"Lord Domeric, why are you hiding here so that I can find you easily?"

"Why don't you call me Domi?" Domeric asked with a smile.

"In this kind of official reporting situation, calling you by your nickname. Wouldn't it be disrespectful?"

"So, you came to me to report on official business."

"Of course, I am the affairs officer who manages food and grass for you.

I’m here to tell you that a batch of supplies has been transported from Maidenpool, including grain, vegetables, fruits and a large amount of meat, which is just enough to supplement the banquet in the evening..."

…………

"Wellfield."

After she finished reporting, Domeric suddenly shouted.

"exist."

"Stay close to me, I'm not a tiger!"

Wilfield couldn't help but rolled her eyes and complained in her heart:

You are not a tiger, but a pervert!

Domeric said and pulled Wilfi into his arms, put his big hands into her leather armor, rubbed the granary in her underwear, and gently smelled the fragrance of her hair...

Looking into the distance from here.

The green fields and acres of crop fields contrast with the blue water-like sky and the flawless white clouds...

The houses and towers in the castle are full of the unique charm of classical architecture. The water of Shenyan Lake is like clouds and smoke, and unnamed birds are gently passing by on the water.

Everything is full of poetry and painting.

In this war-torn Westeros continent, there is such a quiet and beautiful place!

If you ignore the corpses, blood, and ruins of the city...

"This war is really tragic!" Wilfield frowned.

"In war, many people will die, but it can also make people understand the meaning of life."

Domeric suddenly felt emotional. With an extra lifetime of memories, he could understand the meaning of life better than the average person.

"Then why is there a war?"

"Because of desire!"

Domeric thought for a while and blurted out: "To be precise, it is the desire of the nobles!

If human beings just live, it is actually a very simple thing.

As long as there are not so many desires, not so many longings that need to be satisfied immediately, there will not be so much anxiety and worry.

However, life is short, and not everyone can wait and figure it out slowly.

How to realize and enjoy one's desires in a limited life is the source of war and chaos in this continent! "

Domeric said meaningfully.

……

Wilfield was still immersed in his words.

"What do you think of Harrenhal? I'm going to petition His Majesty Joffrey to grant Harrenhal to me as a fief. What do you think?"

"Huh?" Wilfield's face suddenly fell.

Since the War of Conquest and the death of "Black Heart" Harren, Harrenhal has changed hands several times, and every noble family that has obtained Harrenhal has suffered an unfortunate fate.

The castle is said to be cursed and haunted due to Harren the Blackheart's reign of terror.

Rumor has it that Harren the Blackheart mixed human blood with mortar to build the city.

The spirits of the dead cursed anyone who took possession of Harrenhal.

All the houses that had taken possession of Harrenhal were dead.

"You have the courage to choose Harrenhal as your territory, Lord Domeric.

This place is both eerie and huge...

It costs a lot of money to maintain.

Not to mention those curses that I don’t know if they are rumors or true.

In history, the Rothstein family, the Strong family, the Harroway family, the Tails family...all those who touched Harrenhal suffered a bad death. "

"It's just a name, we don't really develop it as a territory!"

Domeric stroked the dark and smooth wall: "Duke of Harrenhal, does it sound more majestic and domineering?"

"So it is."

After hearing Domeric's explanation, Wilfield breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to live in this castle in her next life.

Ah, what a castle this is!

Cave-like halls and ruined towers, haunted by ghosts and apparitions, left unattended... and there are troubles about curses.

…………

"Sir, have you hugged me enough? I still have business to attend to."

"not yet."

Domeric smiled gently, carried Wilfield back to the tower, and sat on an oak table.

Wilfield couldn't help but rolled her eyes and began to unbuckle his belt with a painfully skillful manner.

"It's not urgent. You can write a letter for me first."

Domeric stopped her from picking mushrooms.

"Write a letter? To whom?"

"'Kingslayer' - Jaime Lannister."

Now that Domeric has Tyrion and Kevan Lannister, his uncle and nephew, he can use them to exchange hostages with the Lannister family. It would be a good idea to exchange them for Robb.

This letter was originally intended to be written by Domeric, but Wellfield happened to be here and asked her to ghostwrite it.

As a superior, how could Domeric do everything himself?

It is necessary to fully mobilize the enthusiasm of subordinates to work.

"Ah! Write now?"

"Now, the sooner you write it, the better, so that the 'King Slayer' can see this letter as soon as possible."

Wilfield looked helpless and pouted reluctantly. She had just been teased, but now she was being held back and felt uncomfortable!

Domeric hugged her and coaxed: "At worst, I'll spend more time with you these days."

"I have a good idea!" Wilfield turned around and sat astride Domeric's lap. She blushed and whispered into his ear:

"I can write a letter and talk to you at the same time. The letter written this way may have more emotional ups and downs."

"Your arrogance surprises me!"

When Domeric heard this, he was immediately shocked.

It seems that I have underestimated the lower limit of the nobles in this world.

But he liked this fantastic idea of ​​Wilfield very much!

Fully reflects human creativity...

……

after an hour.

"Your handwriting...is a bit sloppy!"

Domeric raised his eyebrows.

The writing in Westeros is naturally alphabet, which is much simpler to write than hieroglyphs.

But Wilfield was written like this, twisted like a ball of earthworms.

In some places, the writing is heavy, and in other places, the writing is light, but it happens to be very regular.