Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

These lords and nobles, large and small, add up to a large number.

But in Domeric's view, there are only a few that are most important.

Let’s start with the North:

Greatjon of House Umber, Old Karstark of House Karstark, Lord Roose of the Dreadfort, his grandfather Lord Roderick Ryswell of Brookland, and his aunt of Barrow Cairn. Countess Sting...

and Lord Wyman Manderly of White Harbor.

Wendel has always been his right-hand man in the front line, and there is also Wilfield, who has a secret lover relationship with him, so the Mandalay family cannot neglect...

Lord Yohn Royce of Runestone City in the Vale, Lord Beneda of Hongsong City, and Ser Lyn Corbray of Heartstown.

Lord Brynden "Blackfish" Tully of Riverrun, Lord Tytos of Raventree, Lord Janos Bracken of Stonehedge... and so on.

As for the nobles in Wangling, although they did not directly send troops, they provided money and strength in the rear, and they were indispensable in waving flags and shouting.

Naturally, Domeric couldn't chill people's hearts.

Earl Gales of Rosby and Countess Tanda of Stokeworth.

There is also Count Revrey Lake of Duskendale City, and Squire Ferdo is his son...

Domeric remembered that someone seemed to have said this in his previous life:

There are many people you can meet in the world, but there are only a few people you need to think about.

Now that he thought of this, he felt that it made some sense.

Although Westeros was a big place, the nobles worthy of his hard thinking were mainly these people.

……

After a long time, the personal guard Benita came in with tea.

Domeric rubbed his hands, stopped to drink a cup of hot tea, and rested his eyes while watching the rain curtain outside the window.

Half a year ago, Domeric was just a small lord of Lone Mountain Ridge and the heir to the Dreadfort.

Now he is the Duke of Harrenhal, Hand of the King, Prime Minister, and the leader of the entire Westeros continent.

At this point, people of the same class are cautious about what they say and do. No one will tell you what to do or what principles to follow. You can only figure everything out yourself.

Perhaps it was because he came from the age of the information explosion in his previous life, and Domeric's thinking and perspective on problems seemed a little ahead of the nobles of this world...

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Domeric half leaned on his chair, showing a rare sense of laziness in this leisurely afternoon.

"Compared to the clear and fresh spring tea, the slightly bitter summer tea, and the strong-smelling winter tea, I actually prefer autumn tea. The tea aroma is gentle and pure, long and leisurely. Drinking tea always reminds people of the past... "

He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

The tea aroma is gentle and moderate, with a light fragrance and a light aftertaste. It is indeed a good tea.

"Delicious." Domeric smiled.

"But, master, this is winter tea."

Benita pointed out his mistake without mercy: "The tea comes from Braavos on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Because of the ocean climate, its taste is somewhat similar to autumn tea..."

Domeric waved his hand helplessly: "Imagination, what I want is artistic conception, do you understand..."

Benita didn't seem to bother to argue.

She walked up behind her and gently massaged her master's shoulders obediently.

The personal guard obviously knows this well and has worked hard in this area. The technique is neither light nor heavy, and the force is just right.

After a day of busy work at the desk, Domeric felt his muscles were a little numb and his blood flow was sluggish. When she pressed her for a moment, he felt a little sore at first, but then he felt refreshed...

"Very comfortable!" Domeric never hesitated to praise him.

After being praised by the man, Benita's beautiful eyes narrowed like a cat, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, outlining a smile:

"As long as the owner is satisfied, there will be lunch service next. It's inconvenient to sit on the chair. Let's move to another place."

"Lunchtime service?"

Domeric was helpless and was pulled onto the large feather bed by her.

Benita smiled, put her hands on his chest, raised her face, held her left cheek with her right hand, and looked at him quietly for a while.

Then they began to rub their ears and temples together, and then slowly lowered their heads...

After all, Domeric has been too busy these days and has accumulated a lot of anger.

Wilfield is unable to escape from the busy logistics affairs, and the new maid Melanie's expertise is only in milk...

When it comes to the means of serving people, the methods of personal bodyguard Benita are the most brilliant.

…………

Domeric rested his hands behind his head leisurely, admiring the beauty's charm.

And her flawless body.

Only at times like this.

Only the personal guard who always has a serious expression reveals something deep in his heart...

…………

time flies.

When I woke up from my nap, it was almost 3 or 4 pm.

Benita has long since disappeared.

Domeric got up quietly, came to the desk, and stretched lazily.

It’s so joyful and refreshing!

Suddenly I saw a stable boy with fluffy hair opening the door and walking in.

Domeric was stunned and realized that it was Arya Stark, his future sister-in-law.

Didn't she follow "The Hound" Sandor Clegane to a nearby village to eliminate the bandits?

Why did you come back so soon?

Arya opened her small mouth and told how she had made a blacksmith apprentice a knight, but was laughed at by the "Hound".

Domeric frowned.

Although her status is not unreasonable, conferring a knighthood on a blacksmith apprentice so hastily is indeed a laughing stock, and it is difficult for the blacksmith apprentice to be recognized by the nobles...

Arya shook her head and suddenly said:

"Is life always so hard? Or is it just childhood?"

Domeric said earnestly: "It's always the case."

"Ok."

Arya sighed quietly, and suddenly her cheeks turned slightly red. She closed the door to the bedroom and glanced at Domeric shyly: "Lord Domeric, can you do me a favor?"

"What's going on?" Domeric was confused.

Arya hesitated to speak, her face turned redder, she turned back to check the window again, and whispered:

"Will you rub it for me...?"

Domeric stared and said in disbelief: "Little girl, are you stupid?"

Arya said pitifully:

"Every time I take a bath with Sansa.

Sansa deliberately helped me take off my clothes and then laughed at her after taking them off. I've had enough!

The mother said that with the help of her husband in the future, there will be changes...

But I don’t want that bastard Joffrey to help at all, so I have to trouble Lord Domeric..."

"Lady Catelyn would say such a thing?"

The image of Mrs. Caitlin appeared in Domeric's mind, and he shook his head and said: "She is here to comfort you, you can't believe this!"

Arya said angrily: "How could my mother lie to me? Do you think I am stupid? I can tell who is good and who is bad."

Domeric had no choice but to look her up and down.

This girl had a pure look on her face, and her expression was serious and serious. It was hard to tell that she was joking.

He circled Arya's body again and took a breath: "Arya, how old are you this year?"

Arya straightened up and said:

"In a few months, it will be my 12th name day..."

She seemed unable to stand up, and her face sank again.

Domeric explained gently: "So you are still young, I mean age! In a few years, you will be able to compete with Sansa."

Arya's bright eyes rolled, and then she frowned:

"But I can't wait any longer. I will continue to be laughed at by Sansa for a few more years! Lord Domeric, please help me..."

"It still doesn't work, I can't be such a beast." Domeric gritted his teeth and pretended to leave.

"Don't!" Arya grabbed his hand, "Lord Domeric, do you dislike me..."

Domeric said hurriedly: "No, I think I am very innocent. You are not sensible, why don't I understand?"

Arya pursed her thin lips and said, "Don't think that I don't know. If you have nothing to do with Sansa... you are willing to do hers, but you will dislike me, right?"

Domeric raised his forehead helplessly: "She is my fiancée!"

Arya said: "I am your fiancée's sister...why don't you help..."

"Lord Domeric, do you think I look good?" the little girl mustered up her courage.

"what?"

Domeric was amazed at Arya's brain circuitry and how quickly she changed the topic.

He was a little surprised that the wild girl, who had always been energetic and lively, but unlike her sister Sansa, could suddenly become sentimental.