Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Twins City was drizzling with rain, but the water level of Ruby Beach was dropping again and again.

Weymar Royce plunged his sword into the wet soil on the beach, and the water level dropped a bit.

"The troops on the other side are much less, and the raid last night almost broke through their defense line." Harold Hatton said to him.

Harold showed his dimples on his cheeks, and his sandy golden hair was very bright in the sun.

"Two thousand cavalrymen from the Waywood family, the Belmore family, and the Malcol family were placed by Duke Artis in the lower reaches of the Green Fork River. They are heading towards us." Harold Hatton said.

"My good brother was almost shot down by Ser Jason Mallister, the Earl of Sealand City yesterday. If it weren't for Ser Michael Redford's fast horse to rescue him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to come back today." Weymar said with fear.

He pointed at the water, "The water level here at Ruby Beach has dropped a lot, and the troops on the other side have also decreased a lot. We can discuss with Sir Anda to launch a general attack." Weimar turned around, patted the sturdy warhorse behind him, and jumped up.

Harold followed Weimar, "We have always adhered to the tactics of breaking up the whole into parts. Are we going to launch a general attack this time?"

Weimar nodded, "Twin River City has been occupied by Duke Attis. According to the previous arrangement, all the castles and territories in the northern part of the riverland north of the Waste Stone City will be invaded by our army. The one who is responsible for guarding Ruby Beach is Earl Jason of Haijiang City. Most of the troops are from the northern part of the riverland. Only a small part are conscripts from the Bracken family. They are not a big threat."

"This time, all the cavalry will be concentrated here. More than 6,000 valley cavalry gathered at Ruby Beach. If they still fight guerrilla harassment, wouldn't it be a waste of so many heavy cavalry?" Weimar continued.

Weimar's hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and it looked quite messy, like a pile of grass growing on his head. The continuous cavalry harassment of crossing the river for more than ten days not only exhausted the opponent, but also made him tired.

After following Artis to fight for a long time, from suppressing the rebellion in Longbow Hall to attacking the riverland from the north and south with Artis, Weimar Royce has matured a lot. Moreover, he has to train Harold Hatton, the third heir to the valley, in the army, and he has to show the demeanor of a veteran on the battlefield.

Harold Hatton is much better than he was when he was young. If he doesn't understand, he will ask humbly. Although he didn't like him much in Runestone City, it's hard for people to dislike Harold's cheerful personality.

The cavalry behind Weimar raised their whips, stepped on a lot of dust, and ran towards Andar Royce's camp.

...

Tyrion leaned his disproportionately large head on the stump, watching the trout flag fluttering alone in the wind.

The mercenary Bronn manipulated the dagger in his hand flexibly. In Tyrion's opinion, the movement of peeling apples was more skillful than that of the maids around his sister. Look at his flexible and rhythmic fingers. Tsk, if this mercenary went to Casterly Rock to have fun, the prostitutes in the city would have a good time.

Tyrion sneezed, and a golden fluff floated from somewhere, making Tyrion very uncomfortable.

Bronn glanced at Tyrion, "Cold?"

"No," Tyrion blinked, "Based on the speed at which Lord Bracken sent me and Duke Hoster to Casterly Rock, I doubt his determination to negotiate with the Westerlands." He shook his head, and at this time, Lord Bracken, whom he suspected, was holding a wine bag and pouring it into his mouth.

Bronn didn't turn his head to look at all. He peeled the apple by himself, opened a big mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste not only filled the mercenary's mouth, but also reached Tyrion's nose. The dwarf couldn't help sniffing.

"Want to eat?" Bronn asked.

Tyrion opened his mouth. As a Lannister, he was embarrassed to take something from a sellsword, but Bronn had already handed the apple to his mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hahaha!" Bronn's laughter made him unhappy. Tyrion curled his lips at Bronn and took another bite unhappily.

"This apple," Tyrion savored it, "is so delicious that it's obscene!"

"Hahaha!" Bronn laughed again. He patted Tyrion on the shoulder and asked, "When can we go to Casterly Rock to see your father?"

"At this rate," Tyrion pointed at the carriage with half of the apple, "We have to consider when the respected Lord Hoster will not be able to get up after lying down."

I saw a rider galloping into the camp and handing a letter to Lord Bracken. Tyrion clearly saw that the Earl of Bracken went from being careless at the beginning to being panicked now.

"Hurry up, we have to go to Casterly Rock to see Lord Tywin!" Lord Bracken shouted loudly.

"What's going on?" Bronn asked in confusion, wiping the fruit crumbs off his dagger with his sleeve.

Tyrion chewed the fruit pulp, "Look at it this way..." A smile overflowed from his mouth, "No matter what the situation is, it is a foregone conclusion that our Lord Bracken is anxious to take the respected Duke Hoster to negotiate with the Westerlands!" He jumped up excitedly, shrugged proudly at Lord Bracken who was looking at him, showing a regretful expression.

But the violent coughing in the carriage was the reason why Bracken was nervous.

...

The raven from the Westerlands "plop!" and flew into the window of the maester's room.

Pycelle dragged his aging body to climb up from the girl, picked up the letter on the raven's claws and read it carefully. He frowned, turned around and said to the girl with a smile: "Child, you should go."

The girl climbed up from the bed tiredly. She didn't expect the old man in front of her to be so difficult to serve.

"The silver deer you promised, sir." The girl said to Pycelle with sleepy eyes.

"I pay monthly, child, let's go." Pycelle said with a smile.

The girl was completely sleepy. She didn't dare to show her temper in front of the important officials of the Red Castle, so she could only go out silently, but her cursing was still too loud for Pycelle in the room to hear.

"Be a lady, child!" Pycelle's face did not change. He put on his clothes and picked up the book sent by the Citadel before. He had to give this tricky "Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" to the Prime Minister. He had been looking forward to the letter from Sir Kevan Lannister.

Before that, he had to go to the Queen's bedroom.

Cersei lay on her side on the bed, looking at Lancel Lannister, who was naked in front of her. His handsome face was seven points similar to Jaime.

"Hold me, Lancel." Cersei opened her legs and tempted the cute blond young man with a red face in front of her.

Lancel couldn't resist the temptation and climbed onto Cersei's bed, eagerly seeking her comfort.

After a lovemaking session, Cersei put on a shawl and a silk robe. Even after giving birth to three children, her figure was still attractive.

Walking out of the bedroom and into the hall, she heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Cersei asked.

"It's the Grand Maester, Queen," said the Queen's Lannister guard.

Cersei glanced at the bedroom and walked to the bedroom door. "Stay on the bed, Lancel. There's a rope there. Remember to gag yourself."

"Bring him in!" Cersei said to the door.

Pycelle trembled as he walked into the Queen's room. He got straight to the point without hesitation.

"Dear Queen, I'm going to take this book to the Prime Minister for review."

Cersei glanced at the long and familiar title and put down the wine glass in her hand. "Why do you want to give it to him?"

"Sooner or later, Queen," said Pycelle.

"What do you mean, my Grand Maester, are you threatening me? You must know that Lannisters must repay their debts!" ​​Cersei's voice was so high that Pycelle wanted to cover her mouth.

"I have no such intention. I am loyal to..." Pycelle deliberately said to Cersei in a low voice, "My loyalty to Lannister is proven by my academic works and the golden dragons in my hand."

Pycelle put Kevan's letter on the table, "Your uncle's letter is also your father's intention. Lannister's layout in King's Landing for so many years cannot be wrong, my queen."

Cersei looked at the letter and the book again. Her lower lip trembled, and she closed her eyes and nodded, "You go out, Grand Maester."

Pycelle took a deep breath, left the queen's bedroom, and went straight to the Prime Minister's Tower.

Cersei walked back to the bedroom, looked at Lancel lying on the bed, poured the red wine in her hand on him, and climbed onto the bed.