Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Soon after her mother passed away, her father asked her to become the mistress of Riverrun, and Lady Catelyn also played this role brilliantly.

Later, when Lord Hoster told her that she had been betrothed to Brandon Stark of Winterfell, she had to thank her father for choosing a perfect match for her.

Finally, after Brandon is murdered, her father asks Lady Catelyn to marry his brother Ned, but she still obeys.

Although Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard had never met each other until their wedding day.

Lady Catelyn gave her innocence to this dignified stranger, and then sent him away to his war, his king, and the woman who had borne him his illegitimate son...

All of this is only because of her responsibility.

Unknowingly, this responsibility has made her breathless.

"Madam, too heavy a responsibility can easily overwhelm a person. Perhaps, at this moment, you need a glass of fine wine from Qingting Island?" Domeric comforted her.

"Thank you, Domi."

Lady Catelyn took the wine glass handed over by her son-in-law and took a sip.

The mellow wine stains the tip of the tongue and fills the mouth.

For a moment, the sadness in Lady Catelyn's heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

So she drank it all in one gulp.

At this time, a strange song came from the narrow window of the church.

The bard's deep voice was graceful and loud. He sang "Lord Dremon in the Bloodthirsty Shepherdland":

"With the long sword in hand, the last warrior among the ten Darui stands proudly...

Blood-red weeds step on my feet

The blood-red flag is dazzling

The blood-red brilliance, the people bathed in the sunset are particularly red.

Come on, come on,

The great warrior shouted

My sword is thirsty

Accompanying the cry of the wild, cross the stream and have a duel..."

The song was coming to an end, and the voice became louder and louder.

"Why fight?" Lady Catelyn murmured.

"Because fighting is better than waiting."

Domeric said in a low tone, "You won't feel so helpless when fighting, because you have a horse, a sword, and an axe! When you wear armor, no one can hurt you easily. Even if you die on the battlefield, you will still be honored... …”

Lady Catelyn stared at him with those beautiful blue eyes unique to the Tully family, and said: "It's like ladies dying in childbirth, but no ballads are sung for them."

"Having a baby is a different kind of battle," Domeric admits.

Mrs. Caitlin sighed: "There are no flags and no horns, but the intensity is exactly the same. From pregnancy to delivery...your mother must have told you how much pain you have to endure."

"I don't have much impression of my mother," Domilik shook his head helplessly, "She died too early..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

"It's okay."

Domeric tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't care.

He looked quietly at Mrs. Caitlin in front of him.

Speaking of which, Sansa is about [-]% similar in appearance to Lady Catelyn, but she is still younger and her figure has not yet fully grown, so it is inevitable that she is a little green.

Mrs. Caitlin, on the other hand, has a more mature fragrance and has the most direct charm of a woman.

"Madam, may I invite you to dance?"

Domeric bowed gracefully, and then stretched out a hand.

Lady Catelyn was stunned for a moment, and she glanced at her son-in-law strangely.

Perhaps this child saw her inner loneliness and wanted to comfort her...

"Robb and Ser Edmure will be very sad if you stay so unhappy."

With a faint smile on his face, Domeric said without any doubt: "Don't worry, I will save them."

Looking at the calm look in the eyes of the King's Hand in front of him.

Lady Catelyn felt a sense of peace of mind at this moment, and at this moment, she was moved.

"Ok."

A soft hand had already been placed on Domeric's palm.

Lady Caitlin wore a dark blue lady's dress tonight. Her skin was as white as ivory, and her long neck highlighted her elegance.

Domeric gently put his arm around Lady Catelyn's soft waist.

In the solemn Seven Sacred Church.

The two began to dance gracefully...

As the music drifted in the wind, Lady Catelyn's body was as light as an elf.

As a noble, Domeric was extremely skilled in the ballroom dancing among nobles.

What surprised him was that the mother-in-law's dancing skills were much better than he imagined.

Of course, this is not surprising.

After all, Lady Catelyn was also the former "Flower of the River" and the eldest daughter of the Tully family.

At first, Lady Catelyn seemed a little reserved, after all, the person she was dancing with was her son-in-law.

However, as the cheerful music quickened the tempo, her body became lighter and lighter. As she spun, her long maroon hair and skirt flew...

The whole person is like a blooming flower.

The two just hugged each other and danced.

……

The last note stopped abruptly, and Lady Catelyn's body spun gracefully.

Immediately, he fell gently into Domeric's arms.

Her waist seemed to be full of flexibility, and she could still maintain balance even though she leaned back hard.

Domeric put a hand under Lady Catelyn's waist.

The plump and round granaries, glowing with the color of ivory, are crowded together seductively, and with gentle breathing, a dazzling ravine is formed...

a long time.

Lady Catelyn rose slowly.

This hearty dance relieved her worries.

"Domi, thank you." Mrs. Caitlin thanked her sincerely.

The man in front of him smiled.

suddenly.

The figure shook, and a strange feeling of dizziness came over...

Is she too tired?

…………

That night, Lady Catelyn had a dream.

In the dream, Ned returned to her.

They embraced each other in the vast fields outside Winterfell.

The sunshine in the north is never so dazzling.

The huge windmill creaked, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water...

Chapter 227 Surrender, Hunting Conference

The morning sun is warm and welcoming.

Through the narrow window covered with vines, the light and shadow of the work are sprinkled on the bedroom floor.

Mrs. Caitlin hugged the quilt tightly, and her hands did not feel slightly cold. The morning light gently caressed her smooth skin. The original long skirt had been replaced by silk pajamas by the maid.

She couldn't help but touch her peach parts, feeling warm...

An unnatural blush came over Lady Catelyn's face.

The dream last night was too real!

It seemed that I missed Ned too much, which is why I had such a shameful dream.

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At the foot of River Run City.

Domeric got on his horse, wearing a pair of pitch-black armor, with a long black satin star-patterned cape flying behind him, and the foundation peeling flag above his head kept fluttering.

He spurred his horse and raised an arm.

The trumpet sounded, the drums thundered, and the suspension bridge was lowered in an instant.

Troops from the North, the Vale, and the Riverlands left Riverrun in a mighty manner, with their spears held high and their flags fluttering.

They are not going out to fight, but holding a "hunting conference".

In Westeros, noble lords are keen on hunting, and the most typical one is King Robert.

Of course, hunting is not about obtaining game meat and animal skins, that is what hunters do.

After all, a few golden dragons can obtain countless goods from vendors.

The hunting of nobles is more of a claim of sovereignty and a way to show force to the people under their rule. It can often inspire a sense of awe and security in the people under their rule, similar to the military parades of later generations.