Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Dragons played below, and these children of the forest, who only existed in Old Nan's stories, still took turns praying.

Robb counted the time and found that it had been six days.

He gently opened the curtains, letting in the faint sunlight and shining on the velvet white bed.

His wife, his wife through thick and thin, was breastfeeding their son.

Jeyne's face was paler than before she gave birth to the baby. Robb was worried about her health and was unwilling to let her breastfeed the baby in person. He hoped to find a wet nurse from Harrenhal.

Attis did not help him find a wet nurse. Most of the troops in the valley were not at Harrenhal when Jeyne was born. It was Lord Simon, the steward and acting maester of Harrenhal, who found a healthy wet nurse for his son from a village.

But Jenny had her own ideas, and she insisted on using her own milk.

She was groggy and often spent the day sleeping. Day and night were almost reversed, and her delicate and thin body seemed even more frail at this time.

So most of the time, the wet nurse is indeed taking care of the child. Sometimes he often asks the wet nurse to take the child to the godswood while the blue dragon of Harrenhal is sleeping in the dragon cage. Even though the godswood has been burned, they northerners The heart tree of faith was also destroyed.

He was worried when Jeyne's belly became more and more swollen. Harrenhal was a cursed city after all, and Robb was afraid that his child would be born with some bad luck here.

But after the children of the forest from the epic mythology and the dragons that had disappeared for hundreds of years came to this castle, he slightly changed his mind.

This can also be called the City of Miracles...

That time he stood on the top of the city and watched Attis Arryn riding a valley war horse, followed by countless blue-robed troops. The equipment of ordinary soldiers in the valley also had a brand new look. Robb had mixed feelings.

"I tell the truth, Lord Robb." Although his father had returned to the North, and most of the northern nobles who followed him south were returned to their hometowns by Attis, Simon still called himself Lord. Manager Simon looked at Jenny lying weakly on the bed uneasily. He hesitated for a moment and said to him: "Miss Jenny, her body is weak and she will probably need a long time to recover after giving birth to the child..."

Robb looked at the sleeping Jeyne, reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and nodded vigorously.

After Princess Myrcella came to Harrenhal, she often visited Jeyne's bedroom. The princess looked a little awkward holding the child, but she seemed to have learned a lot from her wet nurse, and told herself what her mother often said to other people. What a countess or a noble lady would say: "You can come to me if you need anything. If it is my duty, I will do my best to satisfy you to the best of my ability."

This is something only the Duchess and the First Realm Mistress would say.

"I seem to have come at the wrong time?" The familiar words that made him fear slipped into his ears. Robb looked towards the door. Attis Arryn was standing there, with two of his bodyguards following behind him.

Steward Simon clapped his hands, "My work is over," he bowed to the Duke, then nodded to Robb with a smile, "Please allow me to take my leave."

Attis walked in the door, and the wet nurse hurriedly tried to put the child on the bed, but he waved her hand to stop her.

"Let me see..." Attis stepped forward, took the child from the wet nurse, and looked at the child's appearance carefully.

Although he is Robb's first son, there is no shadow of the Tully family in his body. There is no red hair. Instead, he has Stark's iconic black hair. He has a long face and inherited his mother's brown eyes. He may have been born. He couldn't see clearly because it wasn't long ago, so he stretched out his hand to touch Attis's cheek.

"Your Majesty the Duke?" Jeyne asked weakly. She was about to sit up with her hands on her hands. Robb quickly went over and lifted the pillow to cushion her back.

Attis saw this scene and said to Jenny: "Lady Westerling, the rooms in Harrenhal are too old. I hope you will be satisfied with this room."

"Have you decided on a name?" Attis sat down in the room and asked.

Robb looked at Jeyne, who replied, "I wish he could be called Leonard, after my brother."

Leonard... Artis recalled everything about Leonard Westerling. This knight seemed to have died on the Red Fork during the war in the Riverlands. He had seen Robb and his wife in Harren. A small funeral was held at the fort.

"It's just too far south and too far west," Jeyne Westerling thought very clearly, but her face was a little pale. "Robb, including his father, Lord Eddard, I'm afraid they won't agree..."

Attis shook his head, "No, the names of the Andals have long been popular in the north. The Seven Kingdoms have been unified for hundreds of years. The names given by nobles in intermarriage tend to be local. Not all northerners were in the north before they reached adulthood."

Jenny smiled softly when she heard this, "The Duke is right."

Robb pursed his lips and opened his mouth slightly: "I..."

"Okay," Attis stood up, "Leonard Stark is a rare name in Winterfell, but it's not a bad thing. The Seven Kingdoms will be unified." He didn't look at Robb again, but looked at him. Jenny lowered her head, "May the Holy Mother bless you, Mrs. Westerling."

"The Holy Mother bless you, Lord Arryn." Jenny simply winked and expressed her kindness to him.

After walking out of the door, Attis was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stayed in front of a window outside the house, looking through the window pane at the idle school grounds below. Due to the presence of pregnant women, the attendants and knights in the Valley and Riverlands chose Open up a school somewhere else to train swords and archery.

After tens of seconds of silence, Robb pushed open the door and walked out.

"Ah...Lord Attis?" Robb closed the door and widened his eyes, "Are you here?"

"It seems you didn't tell her," Artis said straight to the point, "You are Eddard Stark's son and you should keep your promise."

Robb gritted his teeth when he heard his father's name, "Sorry, Jenny is not in good health recently. I'm afraid..."

"Leonard Stark will go to the Gates of the Moon and become my adopted son. I have already informed you," Attis said in a very soft voice, but there was no room for doubt. "Lord Eddard has already agreed to this. This is an agreement." ”

"I know," Robb did not deny, "but I think Jenny still needs some time to accept it. After all, mother and son have to be separated..."

Attis shook his head, "I don't think it's necessary. Jeyne Westerling will go to the Gates of the Moon with her eldest son, your eldest son, the future head of the Stark family and the Duke of the North. Receive the knightly education of the Vale, raise him until he is an adult, and then return to Winterfell.”

"This..." Robb was stunned.

"I gave you a chance," Attis said, his sandy-blond hair flowing in the wind, and his light blue eyes like a pool of spring water, reflecting the shadow of the frustrated Young Wolf Lord. "During this period, you might There will be many lovers, but Janey Westerling is your wife. Under the witness of the seven gods, you may need to hold a ceremony under the heart tree, and I will prepare it for you."

"Only one child, and not by my side?" Robb asked a question, as if he was asking himself.

Attis nodded, "And there is only one wife, and she is not by your side." He approached Robb. Behind him, Angay and Harold Haddon held their swords nervously, fearing that Robb would suddenly become violent. "This There are indeed some risks for the Duke's family, but I swear to you, on the honor of the Arryn family and in the witness of the gods in heaven, Leonard Stark will become an excellent Duke and an excellent knight. I will definitely grow up healthy in Moon Gate Castle.”

He patted Robb on the big boy's immature shoulder, "Cherish this time, say what you want to tell your child earlier, and wait until he reaches the age of fifteen - I know it's earlier in the North, and you can Take him back to Winterfell."

"I……"

"This child symbolizes the peace between the north and the valley. Maybe he will marry a girl from the Royce family in the future. Cherish this achievement, Robb." Attis continued to dig deep, watching Robb's eyes gradually become confused. A look of guilt filled his eyes, "It is also a guarantee for the honor of your father and even the Stark family, which is of great significance."

Artis paused and said, "Jeanne Westerling will not be treated badly, and no one in the Vale will disobey my orders. Maybe you think that Nestor Royce is a member of the Bronze family after all. But she can be sent to the Eagle's Nest, and she can even live in Harrenhal in the future. In a short time, the valley and even the royal family will take root here, and everyone will treat her as the Lady of Winterfell."

Robb swallowed, knowing that his opinion was meaningless, and forced a smile, "I understand, Lord Arryn."

"Go tell her," Attis said, "It may be a year and a half before you go back. Harrenhal is big enough that you can go hunting if you want."

Robb seemed to have just experienced a war, and he was relieved. Without answering, he turned and returned to the room.

Attis stared at his back, thinking of the past events of the Starks in the Stark family annals, and told Ange: "Send additional guards to keep an eye on the Young Wolf Lord."