Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The north wind is blowing, the cold is sweeping across the river, the frozen soil has grown, and the weeds have condensed into ice.

It's just that the ocean currents on both sides of the Trident River and the continent are always flowing in circles. The freezing point temperature quickly passes, the ice blocks solidify and melt, and the frozen soil grows and disappears like a burrowing rat shrinking back into the mud.

But everyone in Westeros knows that winter has arrived. No matter how dull or upright your temper is, you must be vigilant and concentrate on farming and preparing for the winter.

The city walls of Harrenhal seem to be weeping, and there are more and more residents here. Houses and villages have sprung up outside the city walls. The once large areas of empty wasteland around Harrenhal have been replaced by smoke, and there are many protruding chimneys. It was made of mud, and masons, bricks, potters, etc. from all over the Riverlands and even the royal territory had settled down near Harrenhal. They were looking for work everywhere and were wandering outside the city of Harrenhal.

Tob Mott's residence is in a low tower in Harrenhal, next to one of Harrenhal's five fingers stretching out to the sky, like a baby reaching out to grasp its mother's fingers, tightly fitting together.

What is different from usual is that there is a divine residence of the Seven Gods Blacksmith in the hall of the low tower.

Countless King's Landing blacksmiths followed him in admiration of his name. Together with the craftsmen and servants of Harrenhal, they cleaned up the idle fortresses of the huge castle and housed the royal blacksmiths.

The golden dragons from the treasury are continuously exported in exchange for the labor of bed weavers, furniture carpenters and cooks.

Simon stayed in the housekeeper's building in Harrenhal, with the treasury's account books in front of him. Although the Duke did not arrange additional assistants or accountants for him, the person who could maintain the balance of payments of the declining He'an family was not an easy person after all. Seniors still use their talents in an orderly manner.

Attis rode a high-headed war horse, Gray Wind and Lynx Adam roared at the front of the team and attacked. The blue-robed cavalry anxiously pulled on the reins to calm the frightened war horses, and tried hard to whip their whips to disperse the surrounding civilians to avoid being caught. Shadow lynx and direwolf accidentally killed.

The roar of the dragon can be heard outside the city, and the newly arrived civilians will look up eagerly, but those who have already settled down will not put down their work and continue to cultivate the land, work with handicrafts, and manage their own stalls.

There are many shops, and naturally there are many mercenaries coming, many of them coming from the Reach. It is inevitable to lament why they left the Reach so early and did not respond to the call of the old man in Oldtown to go to Hightower's house. Serve, otherwise you should be making a lot of money right now.

Hotels, taverns, and brothels sprang up after hearing the news, and some people even voluntarily repaired the King's Avenue, mainly to clear the surrounding weeds to make the appearance of the houses clean and tidy.

Robb grabbed the reins and turned his head, "That's it, Hand."

Attis nodded slightly, without shirk, and stopped to watch.

Robb Stark and a few of his Winterfell guards rode on horseback, with Gray Wind running in front, baring his teeth and threatening to intimidate Adam, the shadow lynx.

Adam was not fooled, and quickly climbed up the tree with his limbs, looking calmly at the ferocious direwolf.

The two ferocious beasts looked at each other, and the horses around them were trembling. The blue-robed bodyguards were also focused. Although they were familiar with the presence of direwolves and shadow lynx, they were still nervous and held their swords in warning.

Attis snorted in the distance, and Adam, the shadow lynx, lay down on the tree crown behind him, hid behind the tree, and emerged from the dense bushes on the side of Attis.

The Stark flag was raised on the land of the Riverlands for the last time. The cold direwolves leaped in the wind on the helmets of Winterfell's guards and gradually disappeared behind the distant wilderness hills.

Robb Stark kissed Jeyne on the cheek, climbed onto his horse, and was in the same armor and attire as when he came, running to where he came from.

Jeyne Westerling folded her hands and looked worriedly at Robb who was walking away.

"Prime Minister, I..." She couldn't help but say when she saw Robb walking away.

"No," Attis interrupted Jenny, "the northerners will not allow the Westerling family to enter the Neck. In the south, accompany your son and train him into a qualified lord. This is even more important." Safety, Robb is a northerner who wants to become a man of the Night's Watch. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to survive in Winterfell. Besides, a child cannot live without his mother's company. Leonard Stark needs you, the future guardian of the North. The Lord of Winterfell needs you."

Jenny bit her lip, pursed her lips, and said no more.

She knew that in the game of nobles, especially in the south, there was not much room for rejection. This was not the Castle of Crag, nor was it the Winterfell where Robb said the masters and servants got along warmly.

The team returned towards the evening, and the setting sun was not as high as Harrenhal. The entire castle only had some gaps to let through the afterglow from the west, making it look very cold.

"Woo! Woo!" The bugle rang three times, and Harold Hutton's cavalry patrol arrived belatedly. Tired for nearly a day, they just wanted to find a soft bed to sleep on, or to sleep in a woman's arms. Just for one night, there is no shortage of such services for soldiers in Harrenhal nowadays.

What was different than before was that there was a messenger among their ranks, a messenger from the Reach.

Attis took off his armor and handed it to Ser Ungay. He placed his hands on the warm fire and listened to the messenger from the Reach.

The lords of the Vale and the Riverlands sat down at long tables on both sides, looking at the strangers from the Reach.

"Sea monsters attacked the city, thick fog filled the old town, dragon flames fell into the tower, Lord Leyton Hightower surrendered to Euron." Attis summarized the messenger's words and was surprised. He thought Euron would not choose to directly Instead of attacking Hightower or Tyrell, who lack sea power, they will choose to take a side attack and take King's Landing directly.

Unexpectedly, there are many weird and wonderful people behind him.

"Lord Baelor Hightower and his nine thousand soldiers from the Reach are heading eastwards towards King's Landing." The messenger panted and informed Attis of the news.

Attis typed the letter without showing any ripples on his face.

The messenger sat behind the long table in the front row of the Hundred Hearths Hall, rubbing his hands and enduring this long silence.

But fortunately, the intrusion of Simon, the steward, ended the silence.

He held the letter in his hand, on which the Greyjoy family emblem was clearly printed.

"Prime Minister, your letter comes from the Iron Islands."

Attis took the letter from Simon and quickly scanned the contents.

The panicked voice of the messenger sounded in front: "Prime Minister, Euron Greyjoy is used to bewitching people. If there are words of framing in it, it must be words of provocation!"

Attis smiled and murmured what Euron Greyjoy wrote in the letter.

"Respectfully, to all the lords of Westeros, from the Wall to Dorne, from Lannisport to Gulltown, I, Euron Greyjoy, will soon arrive at King's Landing, ascend the Iron Throne, and be crowned King of Westeros in the long winter, becoming the only king of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. I am now the Lord of Oldtown, and the Patriarch of the Hightower family, Leighton Hightower, will be the guardian of the South. Tens of thousands of the Reach troops will join the Ironborn in their conquest. I will lead dragons and sea monsters to conquer Westeros, and follow the example of what Aegon Targaryen did, to unite the fallen Westeros."

The audience was already noisy.

"Dragons and sea monsters? Oh, the Seven Gods!"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

"Kings these days are jumping out one after another for people to laugh at!"

"Greyjoy's bastard doesn't jump around. I forgot there was such a person!"

"Haitar surrendered? How is that possible!"

Attis didn't care and continued to read: "Everything I do is just, and I follow the ancient ways of plundering and robbing. But the gods teach you to be kind. For the sake of not killing the people under your jurisdiction and not plundering your wives and daughters, you should consider it as a salt concubine. Surrendering the city can protect your titles and territories."

"Kill him!"

The crowd was furious. "Otherwise, when the tentacles of the sea monster penetrate your flesh and blood, and when the flames of the dragon engulf your body, you will see how tall I am! I, Euron Greyjoy's tall shadow will bring about killing and cruelty and take away everything you cherish!"

"How outrageous!"

Finally, a knight could not sit still, and he stood up, "Prime Minister, there is no other way to deal with this group of iron races who only know how to plunder. A light cavalry can accomplish the goal and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

"They. Have dragons." The messenger reminded in a low voice.

"We also have dragons!"

Attis raised the letter, "Compared to the declaration of war I have seen, this one is obviously a lot more verbose."

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that the lord was still in the mood to joke, his men also smiled in cooperation.

He put the letter in the fire and watched it turn into ashes.

"Euron Greyjoy said he was tall," Attis said, his eyes were quite sharp, "When his head falls off my horse, he will see how tall I am."