A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The deep red liquid glowed with an intoxicating and charming color under the candlelight. With a slight shake, the viscous liquid stained the inner wall of the bottle with a layer of crystal red. After opening the bottle mouth and sniffing it lightly, an alluring aroma of wine rushed into the nostrils, which made Tara, who was originally nervous, inexplicably stable.

"It will definitely succeed!"

The little girl secretly cheered herself up, and then tidied up the light pink dress she had sewn by hand in front of the mirror in the room. She looked around for a long time, and didn't know what she thought of, and a blush flashed across her face.

That Lord Renly was a very handsome man, with a good family background and a powerful knight. If he chose a marriage partner, there would be no one more suitable than him.

I think his parents would not refuse him...

But, isn't this a bit bad?

Looking down at the bottle of "wine" in her hand, Tara hesitated in her heart, but then some words she had overheard not long ago emerged in her mind.

"Don't even think about Sam's marriage to Desmera Redwyne. He made too many embarrassments on the Arbor. Old Redwyne won't be interested in him. But maybe we can think about Tara's marriage. Old Redwyne has two sons. Although they are currently being held hostage in King's Landing, I guess they will be brought back sooner or later."

"What about appearance and personality?" Tara remembered her mother once asked this question.

"There is no beautiful person in the Redwyne family. As for personality? I have asked around. She is not too honest, but she is not bad either."

"Tara is not yet ten years old. Is it too early?"

"What do you mean early? Girls should get married early. Don't forget that you gave birth to three daughters for me. If I don't hurry up and arrange it, if there is no suitable candidate..."

...

The Arbor is an island. If I don't seize this opportunity, I will marry into the sea!

Just thinking about it, Tara's hesitation completely disappeared, and she became determined.

How terrible it is to marry into the sea, and marry into the Redwyne family. Tara had seen the Redwyne family before. They were all ugly and had very strange orange hair...

The black-haired Lord Renly was the most pleasing to the eye!

She thought as she walked out of the house with the bottle in her hand.

Although she had only met him once, he was really handsome. He looked so tall and straight on horseback, and his short black hair seemed to shine.

And his eyes were simply...

Just thinking about it made Tara's imagination run wild, and this also made her more determined.

Don't marry into the sea. The sea is too scary. It looks like a huge monster, so don't go there!

And don't marry the orange-haired weirdo of the Redwyne family!

Marry Lord Renly!

Make Lord Renly fall in love with me!

To...

It seems that Lord Renly's territory is also the sea...

Tara suddenly thought of this question. She had heard her father say this before, it seemed to be something... Dragonstone?

If it is an island, it must be the sea, right?

Then...

Never mind, if it's Lord Renly, the sea doesn't matter!

Thinking this way, Tara's face was determined, and she stepped into the dim corridor of the castle, vowing to take the future into her own hands!

At this time, the banquet outside was over, and it was already late. The corridor was empty. Tara might be scared because of this, but now she was thinking about what to say later and had no time to care about anything else.

Hello, Sir Renly, I am Tara Tarly, and I greeted you at the banquet.

...

This is the wine I brewed myself, Sir, please taste it.

...

We can't get married right away, Sir Renly, my mother said it's about time to wait until he's thirteen years old, but we can get engaged first.

...

What to name the child? Such an important matter is of course up to you to decide. I just want to be a gentle and virtuous wife...

Oh, do I have to name it? Then I'll think about it...

The little girl was thinking about the name while walking, and she found herself outside the door of the target room without realizing it. This made her mind disappear instantly. She stared blankly at the dark brown oak door in front of her, and her heartbeat began to accelerate.

After hesitating for a long time, she barely mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

The dull knocking sounded quite loud in the quiet corridor, but the people in the room were obviously not asleep yet, because they asked questions immediately afterwards.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, hello, Lord Renly... Sir, I-I am..." The little girl standing at the door stuttered for a long time, but she never finished her words, and her face became redder and redder.

But then she breathed a sigh of relief, because the door in front of her was opened, but the girl didn't dare to look at the young knight in front of her, so she had to lower her head, tugged at the corner of her clothes with her little hands, and said with a blushing face: "Lord Renly, I am-I am Tara, I am visiting you because I want to... want to... want to..." "Do you want to treat our Lord Renly to a drink, Tara?" The sudden familiar and cold voice startled the little girl, and she looked up and found that there was another person standing next to her lover. "Father!?"

She looked up in shock at the familiar, stereotyped face in front of her, and her stumbling words suddenly became much smoother: "Why are you here?"

The bald middle-aged noble glared at her, but said nothing. Instead, he turned his head and said hello behind him, and then another more familiar face came into view of the little girl.

"Ah——Mother!!?"

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The quiet night was broken by a burst of screams. Then, the Horn Hill Castle, which had fallen into a calm state after the dinner party, suddenly became noisy. Under the order of the master, a large group of guards from the Tully family were dispatched towards the castle. Rushing towards the building where some people live.

As a guest, Garland Tyrell was tossing and turning on the bed in discomfort due to drinking too much wine. He didn't notice any movement outside, but soon he heard a knock on the door.

"Garland, get up quickly and go watch the fun!"

"It's late at night, why are you watching the excitement?" The brown-haired boy lying on the bed grinned and replied in a daze while facing the urinal placed below: "I want to vomit, please don't talk to me."

"Why are you vomiting? Just vomit after watching the excitement!"

"dont see!"

"It has something to do with Renly!"

"Related to Renly and how-"

The young man muttered and suddenly stood up with excitement: "He started playing that ghost harp again late at night? Then I have to go and see!"

"What the hell is Harp? Someone framed him and was exposed. Come on, if you don't come, I'll go by myself!" the voice outside the door urged.

Framed?

Garland's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then he put on his boots and ran out without hesitation, not caring that he was only wearing a pair of linen pajamas.

Waiting outside the house was Mark, the monkey keeper of the knights. Now that he saw his companion's thin clothes, he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he took his companion's arm and walked quickly towards the outside of the tower.

"What do you mean by frame-up?" Garland has not forgotten this.

"I don't know the details. It's currently under trial."

"Judgment?" The brown-haired boy was stunned, feeling that this matter seemed a bit serious, but seeing his companion's appearance, it seemed that Renly was fine, so he felt relieved.

After stumbling around, the two finally arrived at the government hall of the Tully family. As far as they could see, a large group of people had gathered here, and other members of the Knights were also present.

Most of the Tully family members and servants in the castle gathered around and glanced away. At a glance, Garland saw his companion Renly standing at the head, Lord Randyll Tully sitting on a chair, and Opposite them, four... red-robed monks were pinned to the ground by soldiers?