Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

The more adults forbade her from doing anything, the more she thought about it in her heart.

She inherited her father, Lord Eddard's long face, and her brown hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

Other girls collect dolls, but what she collects is scars...

"Sissy, I don't know how you please Master Domeric with your ass."

Wendel roared, swinging the mace in his hand to break the wind, "But I will not show mercy, I will make your ass bloom later!"

Arya's face was ashen. In the past in Winterfell, the housekeeper's daughter always used to call her "Arya the Horseface". She thought there was no uglier nickname than this.

Unexpectedly, the Count Wendel in front of her actually called her "sissy".

Arya suppressed her anger.

She told herself that from now on, she was no longer the second daughter of the Duke of Winterfell, but a squire of Lord Domeric.

She pulled out a silver blunt sword with a leaf-shaped blade and a handle specially made for a girl's hand.

Wendel raised his mace high.

"Long live White Harbor!"

he shouted in a gruff voice, grabbing the horse's belly between his feet and sprinting across the hard dirt toward Arya.

The nobles cheered unevenly...

Of course, more people felt that he was bullying the young attendant.

Arya urged her horse to run quickly, and when passing by Wendel, she avoided his hammer and flexibly swung her sword, hitting Wendel's weapon firmly.

The nail-headed hammer bounced back and hit Wendel hard on the back of the head.

"Pfft!"

Wendel flew off the horse and fell heavily to the ground, his brand-new armor rattling like a bag of scrap metal.

He dropped his sword, his horse left him, and ran out of the arena.

The crowd still hasn’t figured out what happened…

"I give up!" Wendel yelled lying on the ground.

Everyone around was laughing, and even some nobles were laughing so hard...

Among them, the Greatjon's laugh was not only the loudest, but also the longest.

Arya, who goes by the pseudonym "Arya Bolton," rode in circles around the field, receiving cheers from the crowd.

At this moment, Sansa felt a little envious of her sister.

Chapter 232 King of the River Bend, Fatty

After the competition.

What follows is a grand dinner.

After nightfall, there is constant singing.

The constant flow of food and wine from the valley and across the Narrow Sea has revitalized the entire Riverlands.

It was as if the flames of war had never burned in this land.

in performances by singers and jugglers.

The nobles first enjoyed pears poached in strong wine, followed by delicious small fish boiled in salt and crispy, and roosters stuffed with onions and mushrooms.

Then came hunks of browned bread, and mountains of turnips, sweetcorn, and peas.

The finest hams and roast geese, barrels of beer and barley mounds of wild venison overflowing...

As for dessert, the servants of Riverrun brought out plates of pastries crafted in the castle kitchen.

There are butter bread, sugar biscuits, trout-shaped lemon cake, spiced honey biscuits, blackberry shortcake, apple pie, butter cheese and so on.

The sumptuous dinner dishes did not increase Lady Catelyn's appetite.

She still worries about the safety of her son Robb and brother Edmure.

From time to time, son-in-law Domeric would pick up food between two sticks and feed it to his daughter Sansa, or he would lean over and gently touch her face...

The attendant named "Aya Bolton" also clamored to be fed, and would joke or whisper in his ear from time to time.

Lady Catelyn frowned. She did not recognize this "Arya Bolton" as her second daughter Arya at all.

Just think of "him" as Domeric's attendant and male favorite.

After all, there are many among the nobility who like masculine styles, such as the famous "Lantong".

Domeric enjoyed food and wine, but did not drink or overeat.

He laughed heartily from time to time, and could talk cordially with no matter whether he was a noble lord or a lowly maid.

The nobles were not so restrained.

They drank too much and were too loud...

Ser Lyn Corbray and the Greatjon of House Umber argue over who will be first over the walls of the Golden Tooth.

Jon Wright lifted a female wildling named Ygritte onto his knees, nuzzled her neck with his nose, and put his hands into her clothes.

Ser Jorah, a self-proclaimed singer, was strumming his harp and playing a tune called "The Wrestling Bear."

Earl Wendel was teasing a maid with a good figure, almost stuffing it into her mouth.

The most exaggerated one is Lord Janos Bracken of Stonehedge City.

He jumped onto the table and vowed to kill Jaime "The Kingslayer" Lannister in a one-on-one duel.

If the count hadn't happened to have his foot stuck in the cruet, people wouldn't have laughed so hard...

Lady Catelyn did not join in the fun, but quietly emerged from the tent, followed closely by his son-in-law, Domeric Bolton.

"You are so young." Lady Caitlin sighed.

When Robert hammered Prince Rhaegar to death on the Trident, Domeric had just turned two years old, and Robb and Jon were even younger.

They were still babies when King's Landing fell.

They were still enjoying a carefree childhood when Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands raised his army...

Domeric responded: "Yes, but we will all grow up and mature in the war."

Lady Catelyn said nothing.

She was a little girl herself when Robert, Ned, and old Arryn raised the banner of rebellion against the "Mad King" Aerys II.

But by the time the war was over, she had become a real woman.

"But I'm a little uneasy."

"why?"

Domeric smiled and said, "This place is full of life, laughter, and energy. I dare say that countless illegitimate children will be born tonight..."

"But it won't last long."

Caitlin answered sadly, "Winter is coming."

"You are wrong, ma'am."

Domeric looked at her with eyes as deep as the sea, "As long as our hearts remain hot, winter will never come to us.

Even if we die in battle, there will be songs singing about our deeds.

In the ballad, all knights are heroes, all girls are beauties, and the sun always shines on the earth..."

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The next day.

In the morning, everything wakes up.

Gentle sunlight shines on the bedroom floor through the window.

As soft as water, it makes the surroundings more tranquil.

On a big bed, the girl was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping soundly.

Behind her, a tall figure suddenly moved, then slowly sat up and leaned quietly against the head of the bed.

Domeric was deep in thought.

Sansa seemed to be awakened, turned over subconsciously, and asked vaguely, "Lord Domeric, do you want me to help you get up..."

Domeric smiled silently and reached out to stroke her maroon hair: "It's okay, you can continue to sleep."

He hugged the girl from behind...

Sansa's only shortcoming is that she is a little too "delicate" and can only be held in a single hand.

This makes Domilik feel that there are some flaws.

But thinking back...

Anyway, it will grow up.

Domeric got dressed and got up.

There is a slight chill in the morning air.

The breeze blows gently, spreading the elegant fragrance of flowers.

Turning a corner in the corridor, Domeric saw Wilfield sitting there alone, holding a large book in his hand.

Wilfield was not wearing her knightly gear today.

Today I am wearing a white velvet shirt, an exquisite cape, and a blue knee-length pleated skirt. My brown hair is tied with a diamond-encrusted hairband. I have a pair of long, round legs. Long leather boots make you look dashing...

Wilfield suddenly felt someone approaching.

When he turned around, he saw that Domeric had arrived beside him at some point.

"Good morning, Domi."

Wilfield smiled sweetly and said hello.