Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

After drinking the black tea, Domeric then looked at Mrs. Tanya who was standing beside him.

He has never been a picky eater!

"This tea tastes good!"

Domeric praised him sincerely, and then changed the topic, "It seems that I should give you a reward."

However, Lady Tanya didn't seem to appreciate it, "It was brewed by the servants of the castle, I was just responsible for serving it..."

"You are the mistress of this castle, so you will receive this reward on your behalf." Domeric waved his hand.

Lady Tanya paused and thought for a moment, as if she was afraid that she would be punished by Domeric if she refused, "Sir, what is the reward?"

Domeric smiled mischievously and said: "The reward is - come with me for a walk. The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

"What kind of reward is this?" Mrs. Tanya looked confused.

The moonlight is indeed beautiful, as bright as a flower, as clear as water, flowing lightly on the ground, stone steps and walls, like a silent movement.

The castle at Long Table Hall is small, but still ancient.

The walls made of blue-gray boulders give people a heavy feeling, with traces of countless years settling in them. Perhaps every small crack may hide a story that has long been forgotten.

"Lady Tanya, are you Myr?" Domeric asked, touching his chin.

Lady Tanya naturally knew what the other party was wondering about. Many Riverbend nobles had wondered about this:

"When my husband Orton Mareweis was exiled to Essos with his grandfather, my family gave them a lot of help..."

That's it!

Domeric nodded.

The Mariweis family in the Long Table Hall also had a glorious history.

If the current lord Orton Mareweis marries several big nobles in the Reach, he might be able to revive the family's prosperity.

It's a pity that because of past kindness, I married a Myr woman and missed an opportunity to revive my family...

…………

"It's so cold~~"

The night wind blew up and blew up Lady Tanya's maid's apron. Her naked body was exposed to the cool air, making her shiver.

Most of Domeric's 5000 men were camped outside the city, surrounded by soldiers on night watch and servants of the castle.

Some servants just lowered their heads silently when they saw their mistress looking like this.

Lady Tanya suddenly felt sad. War is too cruel to the weak.

Suddenly, Domeric slapped Lady Tanya on her buttocks with a "pop" sound.

"Asshole, what are you doing!?"

Mrs. Tanya clenched her fingers hard, her knuckles turned white and her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Sorry... my hand slipped." Domeric's attitude seemed indifferent, but in fact it was completely bad.

Mrs. Tanya was obviously so angry that she couldn't even speak and turned her face away viciously.

The two walked forward in silence for a long time, and Domeric changed the topic again.

"It feels so good," he whispered.

"What?" Mrs. Tanya didn't hear clearly.

"I mean, in the dead of night, it feels really good to go out for a leisurely walk, relax, listen to the sounds of nature among the treetops, and look at the scenery under the moonlight."

Lady Tanya glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "My lord, don't you have any experience of walking at night before?"

"Yes, but I have been very busy during this period!" Domeric sighed, "Busy with the war."

"It seems that being the 'Hand of the King' is not easy either." Lady Tanya commented.

"Yes, especially in this war-torn era."

Domeric tilted his head slightly and his eyes flashed: "Speaking of which, your husband, Count Orton Mareweis, is still my enemy!"

"With all due respect, the entire Reach is your enemy!"

Lady Tanya pointed out unceremoniously.

"That's right. Madam, you are really a sensible person." Domeric smiled evilly: "So there are some things that I hope you can cooperate with."

"Be more cooperative?" Mrs. Tanya frowned slightly, "Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Domeric said seriously: "Essentially, I am a pure and kind person with a heart full of love and justice, so there are some things I don't want to say so straightforwardly..."

"……What's up?"

"Like playing with you!" Domeric took Lady Tanya in his arms without any shame and raised and lowered his hands.

This feeling is really wonderful!

Lady Tanya struggled hard, but she was no match for the man.

There were bursts of heavy breathing.

Lady Tanya clenched her silver teeth and resisted in vain:

"...You, don't be proud...even if my body is defiled, my heart...will never give in to you..."

He spoke through gritted teeth and tried his best to speak each word smoothly.

The countess made a dignified declaration, helplessness being an old saying.

Domeric had grown tired of hearing this a long time ago.

"Ms. Tanya, I only play with you to defile your body. What does your heart have to do with me? Do you want to give it to me to feed the dogs?"

He seemed to be very angry at Domeric's words.

Lady Tanya's delicate body trembled, her beautiful lines and skin glistening in the sweat: "My husband, Lord Alton Mareweis, and His Majesty Renly, will never let you go... They will definitely..."

"Renly Baratheon cannot protect himself now, and the coalition forces in Bitterbridge are no match for me at all. As for your husband, if he dares to come, he will only be on a path of no return.

So, if you continue to resist, I will hand you over to the soldiers outside the castle now..."

Domeric said half-jokingly.

Mrs. Tanya froze slightly, as if remembering some unbearable scene, her face turned pale.

"Close your eyes..."

Domeric covered the Myr woman's eyes with a towel.

When Mrs. Tanya opened her eyes and looked around with the help of the faint starlight above her head, she soon found that she was on the top of a building.

Gray-white stone slabs and fences circled a small circular platform less than ten feet in diameter, with a pointed pillar standing in the center, glowing with a cold silver-white metallic luster in the darkness.

This is the castle tower.

Mrs. Tanya raised her eyebrows slightly. She originally thought that the other party would at least take her back to the bedroom, but she didn't expect it to be here.

But at least no one will see it!

Domeric brought Lady Tanya here, obviously not to stand on a high place to see the night view.

He took out a blanket and placed it on the cold rocky ground.

Then he pinched Mrs. Tanya's face gently, held her shoulders, and pressed down hard.

Lady Tanya glanced at him sadly...

At some point, the moon also hid in the mist as if it was shy after seeing this scene.

Dark clouds passed in front of it from time to time, causing the soft moonlight to disappear and appear, as if to bury it in darkness forever before it was completely perfect.

Night enveloped Domeric and Lady Tanya...

There was no sunshine, no stars and moon, only a slightly chilly gray night fog that hit his face, but this darkness could not stop Domeric's good mood at all.

Chapter 299 Take back the castle!Redwyne's Freckles

Bitter Bridge.

Huge military camps are piled up together, like mushrooms everywhere.

There were flags of different colors everywhere, soldiers lined up neatly, and knights in bright armor.

At this moment, the king's tent.

"The enemy is not as scary as you think!"

"That King's Hand is nothing more than that."

"Look, they suffered heavy losses crossing the river!"

"Maybe it's time for us to fight back..."

Under the command of Lord Randyll Tarly.

Domeric Bolton, the "Hand of the King", failed in several of his "river-crossing operations" and suffered heavy losses.

This made the lords and nobles of the allied forces in the River Bend and Stormlands regain their confidence and gear up to fight.

Earl Landau frowned as he watched these people remain silent.

Although they took advantage of the location of the Mander River, they took a lot of advantage in defense.

But in fact, the results obtained are very limited.

The losses of the Domilik Army were not as exaggerated as everyone thought.

The King's Hand was just testing, looking for a weak point.

No one knows when he might tighten his fingers, form an iron fist, and hit him hard...

However, these people in front of them were blindly complacent about their small victory.

Suddenly, the camp tent was opened with force, and the air began to flow.

It was like opening the mud seal of a clay pot, letting in the cool breeze.

Lord Orton Mariweis of the Long Table Hall hurriedly walked in and came directly to Renly.