Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Aeron "Wet Hair" stood aside wearing a navy blue robe.

"Brother, have you already made up your mind?" Aeron said with worry in his tone.

King Balon's eyes were firm and he glanced at his younger brother:

“Ten years ago, the reason why I raised an army to rebel against the Iron Throne was to restore the ancient ways, not just for the vanity of becoming king.

Robert Baratheon and his friend Eddard Stark brought a bloody end to our cause of restoring the ancient roads.

Now both of them are no longer alive!

The country created by Aegon the Conqueror had also fallen apart and was in dilapidated condition.

So, the time has come. "

woohoo-

The trumpets sound from the mountain tops.

The ironborn left the longship, the beach, and the bonfire to gather in the Gray King's Hall.

Among them were captains, helmsmen, oarsmen, shipbuilders, warriors with swords and axes, and fishermen with fishing nets, as well as slave workers and salt concubines serving beside them, as well as singers and bachelors...

The crowd came in waves, like a colony of ants returning to their nest.

It was as if hundreds of crows were following the smell of blood and were about to hold a gluttonous feast on the corpses that had been transformed into this continent.

More and more ironborn are joining in.

Densely packed, obscuring the sky.

The shouts began to become uniform and breathtaking.

King Balon opened his hands to silence the shouts and trumpets.

Everyone stopped talking, and there was only the roar of the waves in the world.

King Balon shouted loudly:

"Everyone, the blood of killing flows in our bodies. We are born plunderers. We will restore the glorious 'ancient road' and bring fear and destruction to this continent!"

The ironborn were so excited by these words that they howled and roared.

King Balon nodded and said to his brother Aeron: "It's time to start the coronation ceremony."

Aeron walked down the hill and began beating on the driftwood.

He is a monk of the Drowned God, and now he is crowning his brother in the name of the Drowned God.

"We come from the sea, and we will eventually return to the sea!"

Aeron's voice echoed among the naga's remains.

"The great Drowned God has called!

And my brother answered the call!

He is the 'Brave' Balon, he is the 'Predator King' Balon...

He is Balon who devotes everything to restoring the ancient road!

Cheer, use your cheers to welcome the birth of the new King of the Iron Islands! "

"Baron!"

"Baron!"

"Baron!"

The ironborn cheered loudly, echoing the sound of the waves and resounding over the entire island.

King Balon, wearing a cloak embroidered with the golden sea monster emblem, came to the Sea Stone.

Aeron "Damphair" placed the driftwood crown on his head.

"Ten years ago, we tried to restore the ancient paths, but the Iron Throne killed our ambitions and forced us to work like slaves!"

King Balon's voice suppressed the shouts from the bottom of the mountain, "But our pursuit of the ancient road will never stop!

Today we rise again and will surely take back everything we have lost!

The dead will not die, but they will rise again, even more powerful! "

"The dead don't die!"

"It will rise again!"

"It's even more powerful!"

……

The ironborn's cheers were like thunder that shook the Naga Hills.

The frenzied air flow swept up, as if the power of the God of Storms dispelled the dark clouds in the sky.

Balon Greyjoy finally sat on the Seastone once again amid the eagerly anticipated eyes of countless Ironborn.

At this moment, the sea seemed to feel the birth of a new king, and the turbulent tide started and swept away to the north...

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Riverrun, the Great Hall.

The bustling castle hall seemed very empty to Lady Catelyn.

Countless long shadows fell on the wall, swaying with the light of the torches.

Lady Catelyn sat silently, looking at the wine glass in front of her. The wine on her lips was tasteless and sour.

The nobles were reveling in the hall.

Uncle Brynden, the new Duke of Riverrun, ordered hundreds of barrels of wine to be moved from the wine cellar for the nobles and commoners to celebrate the victory of Riverrun and the birth of the new Duke!

Everyone raised their horn glasses filled with brown beer and drank happily.

Now his uncle is Lord of Riverrun, Lady Catelyn thought.

Perhaps Edmure doesn't know yet.

Even if he knew, what would it have to do with him?

The crisis in Riverrun has been resolved, she should be happy!

But why couldn't Lady Catelyn be happy at all?

Yes, her son Robb and her brother Edmure are still in the hands of their enemies.

After her husband Ned, her father Duke Horst has also passed away...

What a boring woman I am, thought Lady Catelyn.

Everyone was celebrating, but she was alone.

Good wine and good meat could not arouse her interest, and songs and laughter felt strange to her.

I am a monster of sorrow and dust, with nothing but hatred in my heart.

The place where my heart used to be is now empty.

"Mother, come and join in the celebration, drink ale, and dance to the music of the minstrel."

Daughter Sansa suggested.

Mrs. Caitlin shook her head, with endless fatigue on her face: "Go and dance by yourself."

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With her heart full of worries, Lady Caitlin walked out of the castle hall with a heavy face.

She strolled to the door of the Seven Sacred Cathedral.

This church stands in the mother's garden and is made of seven sand walls, reflecting seven colors of light.

It was empty when Lady Catelyn entered.

It seemed that everyone went to celebrate in the hall, even the monks.

Maybe it would be better this way, no one would see her weak and sad side.

Lady Catelyn knelt before the painted marble statue of the warrior, lighting an incense candle for her brother Edmure, and one for her son Robb.

Then he knelt under the statue of the Stranger and lit one each for his husband Ned and his father, Lord Hoster.

Please bless the living for their safe return!

Please bless the souls of the deceased to return to their hometown!

Lady Catelyn prayed and brought peace to the souls of the carnage, so that those who slept in this war could finally rest in peace.

But she received no revelation from the gods.

When she stood up, Lady Catelyn's knees were already stiff. Her numb feet could not support her body and she fell to the side.

Just when Lady Catelyn was about to fall heavily to the ground.

A tall and straight figure hugged her.

This embrace is warm, strong, and powerful.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Domeric's voice rang in her ears.

Lady Catelyn looked at her son-in-law's face with tears in her eyes.

"I... don't know what to say. I just suddenly thought of Ned, my father who just passed away, and my son and brother who were trapped in the enemy camp." Mrs. Catelyn said sadly with tears in her eyes.

"Madam, with all due respect, you seem to have too many responsibilities for the family on your shoulders. In fact, you shouldn't bear so much on your own."

At this moment, Lady Catelyn felt as if she had been seen through.

Her innermost feelings were revealed in front of her daughter's fiancé.

Yes!

She is always taking on too many responsibilities...

Lady Catelyn's two older brothers unfortunately died in childhood, so before her younger brother Edmure was born, Duke Hoster always treated her as his son.