The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Roose Bolton's light eyes moved slightly, and he said: "Everyone, Renly has raised troops at Bitterbridge. I think Lord Tywin will be eager to negotiate peace with us. I am willing to go to Casterly Rock to meet Lanly. Nistel negotiates truce conditions, and I will get satisfactory..."

"You coward!"

The Greatjon sat at Robb Stark's left hand, his rough roar drowning out Roose Bolton's words.

Jon Umber, also known as Greatjon, is nearly seven feet tall and has a body full of thick muscles. When Robb Stark summoned the vassals in Lindong City, he openly provoked him with a sword, but was finally conquered by Robb's courage and charm. From then on, Great Jon became Robb's right-hand man and staunchest supporter. He threatened to chop off the knees of all those who did not kneel to Robb.

Daisy Mormont pointed at the expressionless Roose Bolton and shouted angrily: "Begging for peace is showing weakness. The people of Bear Island will never lick Lannister's boots!"

The white-bearded Rickard Karstark shouted: "Damn Lannister!"

The camp was filled with all kinds of shouts and curses. Robb raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

Robb glanced at the vassals present with his sharp eyes and said: "Lannister hurt my family."

With a bang, he drew out his long sword and placed it on the table in front of him. The sharp steel blade shone coldly on the rough wood.

He said solemnly: "I only use this to negotiate with Lannister."

Greatjon was the first to echo loudly, and others also agreed. The vassals present either shouted or clenched their fists on the table.

While everyone was shouting, Great Jon suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly: "My lords!"

Greatjon's voice echoed in the camp, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Listen to me and tell me what I think of these two kings!"

The Great Jon spat, and continued: "Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, and Stannis is the same. Why should someone sitting in the blossoming Highgarden or Dorne rule us?" ? How do they understand the Great Wall, the Wolf Wood and the Tombs of the First Men? Even the gods they believe in are not true gods. As for the Lannister, let the White Walkers capture them!"

"I've had enough!" Greatjon reached over his shoulder and drew out his two-handed greatsword.

"Why can't we just take care of ourselves like we used to?"

The giant swords in his hands pointed at Robb, who was sitting on the throne, and then said: "My lords, it is okay for me to kneel to the king, but I will only kneel to this king."

With a bang, the Greatjon knelt down towards Robb, and his words were like thunder: "Long live the King in the North!"

There was silence in the camp for a moment, and Rickard Karstark stood up slowly and said, "In this case, let those bullshits continue to play with the red castle and the iron chair!"

Rickard Karstark drew his sword and shouted: "Long live the King in the North!"

Maggie Mormont stood up immediately and raised her voice: "Long live the King in the North!"

Miso miso miso miso miso miso miso miso miso... The vassals of the Stark family stood up one by one, drew their swords, and knelt down on one knee in the direction of Robb.

"Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

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Since Aegon the Conqueror unified the Seven Kingdoms, this ancient title that no one has heard in three hundred years has reappeared majestically for the first time, resounding in the Neck Camp.

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Five days later, Eyrie City.

The sunrise in the Vale of Arryn dyes the eastern sky rose and gold. Catelyn Tully rested her hands on the ornately carved railing outside the window, staring at the gradually spreading light.

Dawn crawled across fields and forests, and the world turned from pitch black to dark blue and then to verdant green beneath her feet. White mist billows over Alessa's Tears as ghostly waters break out of the ridge and begin their long journey straight down to the Giant's Spear.

It is said that Alessa Aylin saw her husband, brothers and children being brutally murdered before her eyes, but she never shed a tear. So the gods decreed that after her death, she would shed tears until the tears she shed poured into the black fertile fields of the canyon plain, because the people she loved were buried there... Alessa has been dead for six thousand years, but so far Not a drop of river water reached the bottom.

My Ned... Lady Catelyn was overcome with grief at the thought of her husband.

Ned had told her... the living went south, the bones returned north, he belonged to Winterfell. He repeated it to her, but did she listen? No, she said to him: You must go and become Robert's hand, not only for our family, but also for our children... It's all my fault, my fault alone... Lady Catelyn thought to herself , after her death, her tears will turn into huge waterfalls.

"Good day, Kate." Petyr Baelish's hoarse voice came.

Mrs. Catelyn did not look back. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions while saying, "Petyr, you should call me Mrs. Stark, or Mrs. Catelyn."

Petyr was wearing a black and gray velvet robe, with his neatly trimmed boards straight. He stood with his hands behind his back: "I'm sorry, lately I keep thinking about things when we were kids. Many times I can't help it."

"I don't like that reason, Littlefinger."

After saying that, Catelyn turned to look at Petyr, who had regained her apparent calm.

Petyr smiled helplessly at first, and then said: "I will try my best to correct it, Mrs. Catelyn."

Caitlin's eyes trembled slightly as she looked at Petyr... Recently, she would occasionally think of things that she had not recalled for many years, remembering that they were still young at the time... She herself was similar to Sansa now, Lysa Petyr was younger than Arya, and she and her sister took turns playing kissing games with him, sometimes solemnly, sometimes giggling. Looking back now, they still remember it vividly.

Caitlin's pupils shrank, and she remembered... At that time, when Lysa was with her, she shyly told her secretly that Petyr wanted to put his penis into her mouth, and Lysa said excitedly that she was very excited. Like...Did her sister like Littlefinger from that time on?

Caitlin's face turned even colder... The shy girl she knew had grown into a woman who was sometimes arrogant, sometimes fearful, or dreamy and unrealistic, careless, and timid... The worst thing about her was that she How dare you put your own sister under house arrest? !

Caitlin's voice was cold: "Petyr, if you don't want to let me leave the Eyrie, I refuse to meet with you."

A few days ago, Caitlin was really worried about the situation outside, so she suppressed her anger and went to find Petyr. As a result... not only did she learn the sad news, but she also saw the crazy Lysa behind. .

Petyr spread his hands and said, "Mrs. Caitlin, I can't just watch you sisters kill each other..."

He seemed helpless, sighed softly, and continued: "I just want to do my best to make my sister and sister reconcile as before."

Madam Caitlin's eyes flashed with anger: "Is it my problem? If it wasn't for my sister, if it wasn't for my sister's trust, would I have come here alone?!"

"do not be angry……"

With that said, Petyr wanted to step forward to comfort him, but was stopped by Caitlin's warning eyes.

Petyr shrugged slightly in embarrassment, paused, and said, "Caitlin, our Lysa has nightmares every day, and she needs our help."

Catelyn's voice was filled with mockery: "It's your Lysa, Littlefinger."

Catelyn's words seemed to hurt Petyr: "Catelyn, I think you should also know that after Lysa married to the Valley, she had many miscarriages, and her mental state has always been... very bad."

Petyr sighed and took a small step forward. He added: "At least Lysa believes that my childhood friend will not hurt her. She is willing to believe me and listen to my advice...since my Love can help her who is helpless, how can I hesitate? Kate."

Five miscarriages, plus two stillbirths... Caitlin could not imagine Lysa's grief. She thought that if it were her, she would definitely be indescribable.

When Caitlin came to her senses, Petyr was already standing in front of her.

Catelyn's voice was filled with warning: "Petyr!"

This time, Petyr ignored Catelyn's warning: "Cate, my heart has always stopped there and never moved."

Catelyn's anger grew stronger and she warned again: "Petyr!"

Petyr smiled sadly and took a step back.

Caitlin then said: "Petyr, I don't want to repeat it again, please call me Mrs. Stark!"

Petyr pretended to be angry and said: "The most I can accept is calling you Lady Catelyn, and letting me call you Star... Why don't you let me go see the Stranger!"

Catelyn was indifferent to Petyr's teasing. She turned sideways and stretched one hand towards the window sill. She sneered: "Please!"

Petyr was stunned for a moment, then coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment at this time.

He avoided Catelyn's eyes in shame, but said in a dissatisfied tone: "Mrs. Stark."

Caitlin looked coldly at Petyr, who looked embarrassed. Although she didn't show it on her face, she was... in a daze, as if the scene from her childhood was reappearing.

What a cunning guy, this little finger.

Caitlin turned around, faced the window, and said calmly: "Please leave here, I don't want to be disturbed by you anymore."

Caitlin's auburn hair shone charmingly in the morning light. She was still so beautiful that he was fascinated by her.

"Dear Lady Stark, are you sure you want me to stand down?"

The corners of Petyr's lips raised slightly and he continued: "I just received news about your eldest son. If you are not interested..."

Catelyn quickly turned to Petyr and said in a somewhat urgent tone: "News from Robb? Tell me, what news is it?"

"It's good news, don't worry, Kate."

Petyr first comforted him and then said, "I may have to give up all the names I used to call you..."

He bowed slightly gracefully, raised his eyes to look at Catelyn, and said: "Robb has claimed the title of King of the North, Queen Catelyn."

King in the North? Caitlin covered her mouth in disbelief.

Why would Robb do such a reckless thing!

Their enemy originally only had one Lannister, but now they have to add the two Baratheon brothers. The North will soon become isolated and helpless, or it may be said that it is surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Ned's misfortune has made Catelyn miserable. When her two daughters return safely, she longs to return to her homeland and cry for her late husband until the end of her life.

Catelyn hopes that Robb can inherit his father's title in peace, rule Winterfell, kiss a girl's lips in the godswood, marry a wife and have children, and live happily.

Caitlin said angrily: "If I were not imprisoned here by you, I would definitely be able to prevent this from happening."

Caitlin's heart was in a panic... She and her son had summoned the northern army for the safety of her family. How much she wanted to end this war as soon as possible... Will Lannister and Baratheon join forces to deal with her? son?

Petyr's smile gradually deepened, and his eyes flickered: "Kate, it sounds like... you think it was because of the instigation of others that your son claimed the title of King of the North?"

"Of course it is!"

"not necessarily……"

"You don't know my son!"

Petyr maintained a smile on his face: "Kate, I really don't understand your son, but I understand people's hearts."

He said slowly: "Who can shake Stark's stubbornness except myself?"

Catelyn's body was weakly leaning on the window sill... Robb's character was very much like his father... No one could shake their decision... Why was he in such a hurry to claim the throne? Didn't he see the problems after becoming king? Caitlin couldn't guess why.

Caitlin suddenly looked at Petyr and said: "Petyr, I must return to my son. He needs me! Please help me!"

Petyr was embarrassed: "Kate, you know I am reluctant to reject you..."

He sighed and added: "Lisa will not let you leave. Even my current situation... can be said to be similar to yours. The only place I can move is this castle."

You are very cunning and you will definitely find a way! Caitlin thought to herself: "Petyr, help me, I owe you a favor."

After a moment of silence, under Caitlin's expectant gaze, Petyr nodded helplessly and said, "Let me think about it..."

After saying that, he took a few steps back and forth, then held his chin in thought.

After a pause, Petyr looked at Caitlin and said, "Kate, Robb's declaration of being the King of the North is irreversible, and... I don't think your son will agree to take back this decision. This is related to the majesty of the ruler."

Catelyn had to admit that what Petyr said made sense...Robb was not just his son, he was Ned's heir, he had claimed the throne, he had come this far, and his vassals all Watching him... If she tried to stop him, it would be like a mother pushing a child to bed without giving him supper. His bannermen would make fun of the lord being disciplined by his mother behind his back... Robb needs bannermen respect, even their fear, and ridicule is the poison of fear.

Petyr showed an elegant and confident smile: "Kate, don't worry, since I raised the problem, I will naturally help you solve it."