Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

She loved to hear the heroic stories of knights most.

Everyone said she looked like herself.

In fact, Lady Catelyn understands: Sansa will be more beautiful when she grows up than she was then!

Compared to her second daughter Arya, Lady Catelyn devoted more love to Sansa and hoped that she would become a noble lady who abides by etiquette.

But the current scenes kept flashing in front of Lady Catelyn's eyes. How could her daughter, Sansa, become so wanton!

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

Lady Catelyn suddenly appeared in front of the girl.

"Mother, why are you here?"

The limp Sansa didn't care to rest in the man's arms and quickly got up to put on her clothes.

"Cough~~cough!"

Lady Caitlin raised her head and glanced quietly at Domeric's exposed chest and eight-pack abs...

She suddenly understood why her daughter, who had always prided herself on aristocratic etiquette, became like that.

"I didn't want to disturb you."

Lady Catelyn blushed and tried to look away.

Originally, she thought that it would only take a few minutes. Ned had always been like this to her, but she didn't expect that she had to wait for more than half an hour.

"Sansa, your grandfather, Lord Hoster, is very ill. He wants to see you. I'm afraid it won't be too late."

"Then mother, you should have told me earlier!"

Sansa stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

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Duke Horst lay on the bed, his mouth open, and his breathing was as labored as a bellows.

One of his hands hung by the bed, skinny and pale, with no trace of flesh and blood left.

Yet when Sansa touched it, she could still feel the warmth.

She put her fingers between the fingers of the grandfather she had never met before and squeezed them tightly.

Outside the City of River Run, the Red Fork River and the Tengshi River met together and were running endlessly. However, the river in the hands of Duke Hoster could not do this and would soon dry up.

The moonlight streamed in through the gaps between the narrow windows, leaving mottled silver spots on the old man's face.

After a long time, the candle flickered.

eventually extinguished...

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According to tradition, the Tullys of Riverrun originate from the river, live and die, and will eventually end up in the river.

Duke Horst's body was put into a slender wooden boat.

He was dressed in military uniform, wearing shining silver armor, and a blue and red striped cape spread out underneath him.

They put on him a huge helmet decorated with bronze and silver trout, and let his fingers hold a long sword of glazed wood tightly on his chest. On his left hand was his usual oak and steel sword. shield, and on the right is the hunting horn...

The rest of the wooden ship was filled with driftwood, dry firewood and parchment, as well as stones used for ballast.

The flag flew high on the bow, decorated with leaping silver trout.

Many nobles came forward one after another to pay their last condolences to the Duke of Riverrun.

The guards silently carried Duke Hoster's funeral boat down the stone steps facing the water and waded into the shallow water.

The slender wooden boat drifted past the arched red stone water gate, rode the rapids of the Tengshi River, and gradually accelerated until it headed towards the noisy river confluence.

Lord Hoster Tully faced the rising sun peacefully...

The attendant presented a pair of bows and arrows with arrowheads wrapped in oilcloth. These were the rockets used for Duke Hoster's funeral.

In the plot, the "River Sword God" Edmure Tully shot three arrows, but missed all of them. He lost face and only made people laugh.

But Edmure is still a prisoner of the Lannister family.

Currently, the only direct male in Riverrun is Duke Hoster's younger brother, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully.

"Hurry, uncle." Lady Catelyn couldn't help but urge.

His father's ship was about to float away, but Uncle Brynden, who had always been smart and capable, was hesitant.

Ser Brynden hurriedly nocked the arrow to his bow, and his squire ignited the arrow with a hot iron.

"Black Fish" waited for a while, raised his huge bow, and drew the arrow to his ear.

Just when everyone thought he was going to shoot the arrow with a "whoosh" sound.

Brynden stopped suddenly.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Mrs. Caitlin asked puzzledly.

Brynden didn't answer her.

this moment.

There was a trace of pain and a trace of struggle in the eyes of "Black Fish", but it was replaced by something new for a moment.

Brynden turned around, faced all the nobles who came to pay tribute, and slowly walked to Domeric.

"Lord Domeric, you should shoot this arrow!"

"Me?" Domeric was stunned for a moment.

The funeral for the dead old Duke has always been a matter for the heirs of Riverrun. According to tradition, Edmure Tully should be the one to do it. Now that Edmure is captured, it makes sense for "Blackfish" Brynden to come to the funeral.

But it has nothing to do with Domeric!

Even though he is Sansa's fiancé, the relationship is far from complete in terms of blood.

"Lord Domeric, you are the Hand of the King, the Prime Minister, the Honorary Duke, and the highest-ranking person here. What's more, you led the coalition to defeat the Lannister and rescued Riverrun!"

Brynden knelt on the ground, raised the arrow in his hand high, and said sincerely: "So it's perfect for you to shoot this arrow!"

"Blackfish" Brynden's statement undoubtedly represents the Riverlands' surrender to the King's Landing regime.

But Domeric immediately thought of something deeper...

Brynden "Blackfish" Tully is the younger brother of Hoster Tully, Duke of Riverrun, "Lord of the Riverlands".

According to the aristocratic inheritance laws of Westeros, he also has the right to inherit the position of Duke of Riverrun.

But second to his nephew Edmure Tully.

But now Edmure Tully is a Lannister prisoner.

Although Domeric has written to the "Kingslayer" and expressed his willingness to exchange prisoners, no one knows whether Edmure Tully can be successfully redeemed.

One day Edmure might be killed by Tywin and his son.

Furthermore, what if Lord Tywin is determined to ignore the life and death of his brother Kevan and the little devil and refuses to exchange prisoners.

Take Edmure Tully to various castles in the Riverlands and call the doors one by one. Will these nobles open the door or not?

Looking at the overall situation, whether it is a large-scale attack on the Western Territory or a defense of Riverrun, a seasoned, reliable, military-savvy, and capable Duke of Riverrun is needed to coordinate the resources of the Riverlands.

"Blackfish" Brynden Tully is undoubtedly the best candidate.

But among the nobles of the Riverlands, not everyone may be convinced.

After all, Edmure Tully is the most legitimate heir to Duke Hoster...

The time was too short, and Domeric didn't have time to think too much.

All these psychological activities are only between the light of calcium carbide.

Domeric took the bow and arrow held high by Brynden, "Lord Brynden, then I will be disrespectful!"

Among the many nobles present, some showed meaningful smiles, while others frowned, and most of them were just watching the fun, such as the carefree Wendel, who just kept shouting: Quick cum!Cum quickly!

Lady Catelyn, on the other hand, looked confused. She only thought that her uncle was old and was afraid that he would not be able to shoot at such a far target.

"Lord Domeric," Sansa shook his arm and reminded anxiously: "If you don't shoot, grandpa's ship will float away!"

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Duke Hoster's wooden boat again.

The wooden boat was almost out of range, flickering in and out of the river fog.

"I'll cum right now." Domeric patted the girl's little head.

The soldering iron ignited the oilcloth wrapped around the arrowhead, and the flame flickered.

Domeric raised his bow and pulled the string.

With the sound of the bowstring, the rocket soared into the sky.

The rocket climbed up like a wind, climbed up, and then arced down, down, down...

Lady Catelyn saw the flames making a straight path.

The wooden boat in front has disappeared into the blur, and the fallen arrows have also disappeared...

Did it miss the mark?

Lady Catelyn could not help feeling a little worried about her son-in-law.

But one heartbeat later.

A flame bloomed violently.

The flaming sails dyed the mist pink and orange.

Lady Catelyn saw the outline of the wooden ship, struggling and shrinking in the dance of fire.

The words of her father, Duke Hoster, seemed to ring in her ears:

Were you waiting for me, little Kate?

Lady Catelyn involuntarily reached out to hold her daughter, but found that her hands were empty. Sansa had unknowingly shrunk into her fiancé's arms...

At this time, a big hand gently held Mrs. Caitlin's hand, seeming to fill her empty heart together.

It was her son-in-law Domeric who held her arm with his long and strong fingers.