The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Mrs. Xibel pretended to be calm: "You have no right to treat me like this. I want to see His Majesty the King, and I want to tell him that you insulted me without permission."

After saying that, with a stabbing sound, she tore open her collar, revealing a small piece of white flowers.

Seeing the childish threat from the woman in front of him, Duke Brynden couldn't help but shake his head: "Mrs. Xibel, you have failed King Robb's respect for you, and the consequences are..."

He looked directly at her: "I will have reason to hang your husband and children."

Hearing this, Mrs. Xibel trembled and screamed: "No, you can't!"

She was incoherent because of fear: "Robb Stark will kill the Westerlings... My daughter will kill us... My husband knows nothing... My children know nothing... ...You are doomed to fail...I will never let my family be buried with you...There is no way you can defeat Lord Tywin...Lord Tywin will execute all traitors...He will never forgive... I don’t want to hear about the rainy season in Castelme…not at all…oooooooo…”

Listening to Lady Xibel's cry, until her cry became quieter, Duke Brynden slowly spoke: "I'm sorry, although we are a family sharing the hearth, you betrayed the king. This is treason."

After a pause, he sighed: "Elinia (12-year-old daughter) and Loram... I will try my best to keep them alive."

"Oh no!"

Lady Xibel knelt on her knees in front of Duke Brynden, clutching one of his legs tightly, and begged: "Lord Brynden, please let us go. I promise that I will never betray the king again. I beg. Your forgiveness, for Jenny’s sake!”

Duke Brynden's face darkened: "As Janey's mother, you have tarnished her reputation. That poor child, you have made it impossible for her soul to rest in peace."

After saying that, he took a step back and shook off Mrs. Xibel's hand.

Heiyu was so strong that Mrs. Xibel almost fell to the mud. She clasped her hands together and begged humbly: "Please, please give us a chance. I will spend my life repenting and atonement, and asking for your mercy."

There was a deep silence, like the calm before the storm.

Deep fear made Lady Xibel unable to breathe. Just when she thought she would suffocate and die, Duke Brynden's voice came over: "I can hide your shameless behavior from the king."

His eyes were deep: "Be honest about what you have done and what you plan to do. This is your last chance."

Ever since Robb led his army to conquer the Crag City in the West, Lady Sybel has been in secret contact with Lannister.

The letter she gave to Robb was indeed true, because the Frey family had also been secretly communicating with the Lannister.

Giving this letter to Robb was a task given to her by Lannister, in order to arouse Robb's suspicion and anger towards Lord Frey.

The purpose of her leaving the camp tonight was to warn the Frey family, using the method she had prepared long ago, to send the letter to the Twins, telling... Robb already knew that Frey had secretly joined the Lannister, and believed that Frey had secretly joined the Lannister family. It was they who poisoned the wedding. Stark-Tully took the initiative to marry in order to try Frey for treason at the wedding banquet.

The Lannister wants a blood wedding to happen at the Twins.

Lord Brynden clenched his fists. The extremely frightened Lady Xibel even confessed that she had secretly drugged Jeyne's drink. She told him that she did not dare to let his daughter become pregnant with a Stark. kind.

Duke Brynden barely suppressed the anger in his heart, calmed down, and said: "Who in the Twin River City will help you pass the news."

"...Emmon Frey."

Emmon Frey is the second son of Lord Walder and his first wife, Pia Royce, and his wife is Lord Tywin's sister, Jeena Lannister.

Duke Brynden looked up at the dark night sky and stood there motionless...Family, responsibility, honor.

After a while, he lowered his body and stared at Mrs. Xibel. Although his eyes were sharp, his face was very haggard.

"You have to tell Frey, you have to make them believe that if Miss Frey is pregnant with Robb's child, that child will at least be the heir of Riverrun. You have a way to make it a Lannister promise, right? Hope Mrs. Bell?"

Old Walder is extremely cunning, and only the desire for profit can temporarily blind him. Blackfish wants him to feel that as long as the wedding goes smoothly, Tully Stark and Lannister... no matter who wins the final victory, Buddha Ray is a huge beneficiary.

Mrs. Xibel trembled her lips and said: "Lord Brynden, Marquis Frey and Lady Gina will definitely ask Lord Tywin to confirm this matter... The messenger crow can fly to King's Landing in two or three days..."

Duke Brynden glanced at Lady Xibel coldly and said, "Only if you do it, Westerling can be pardoned."

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The firelight flickered, and there were fourteen wooden boxes with open lids in the hall of Twins City. They were filled with jewels that shone brilliantly, and the Freys were surrounding them.

Old Walder, supported by Roslin Frey, walked tremblingly and looked at the jewelry in the box: "I have seen many of the jewelry here on Targaryen's bodies... and now they all belong to me. My daughter... Huh... Huh..."

After a pause, he suddenly said angrily: "Who asked you to take it?! Get out of here, get out of here, I'm not dead yet, how dare you steal my daughter's things, get out, get out of here!"

Amidst Old Walder's curses, dozens of Freys left one after another.

Not long after, only Old Walder, Black Walder and Roslin were left in the hall.

Old Walder continued to look at the jewelry: "What was the result of the test?"

Black Walder glanced at Roslin, whose face was slightly lowered, grinned, and said: "He is still so arrogant. He still seems to look down on our family."

Old Walder was not angry. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Then he must be extremely uncomfortable. Now he is asking for help from the Frey family."

Old Walder stopped, patted the back of his daughter's white hand with his withered hand, and said: "Move all these things into your room, and watch carefully, don't let those idiots steal any of them. You should go to bed early, you will be the bride tomorrow ”

Roslin carefully let go of Old Walder and gave a gentle salute: "Yes, father."

When Roslin left, Black Walder kept staring at her graceful back. He was angrily scolded by Old Walder: "Asshole, I'm not dead yet, show some respect to your great-aunt!"

Black Walder smiled at his great-grandfather: "My great-aunt is too weak. I am worried about her."

Old Walder snorted coldly and said, "You set up the military camp next to them. Didn't Brynden and Robb say anything?"

Black Walder's smile became weird: "As you expected, Lord Blackfish will stay outside the city."

After a pause, he couldn't help but ask: "Great-grandfather, why did you leave Master Heiyu outside? Are you planning to..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and made a slashing motion.

Old Walder's cloudy eyes flashed sharply: "If I really plan to kill someone, it doesn't have to be so complicated. Brynden is a cunning fox. Only in his absence can I see the true nature of Robb Stark." "I want to understand the role of the Frey family in his mind."

Black Walder seemed a little surprised: "Do you believe Robb can defeat the Lannister?"

"idiot!"

Old Walder glanced at Black Walder: "Sixteen years ago, most people did not expect that Robert would win the Targaryen Iron Throne."

Black Walder curled his lips, this was his great-grandfather's "old habit". In that war, it was not until Robert Baratheon won the victory by killing Prince Rhaegar at the Battle of the Trident that my great-grandfather led the Frey army to the battlefield. From then on, Lord Hoster called his great-grandfather "The Late Margrave Frey".

Old Walder seemed to see what Black Walder was thinking: "Idiot, if I can always be on the winning side, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little stigma. I am not doing it for the Frey family!"

Black Wald shook his head: "I have always admired your wisdom. Really, the inheritance of the family is the most important. I understand this truth."

Old Walder nodded with satisfaction: "You still have some brains."

There were footsteps on the other side of the hall, and two figures appeared. One was the bald, short and thin Emmon Frey, and the other was the tall and wide Gina Lannister.

Old Walder glanced at Sir Emmon, who was following Lady Gina like a servant: "My most annoying son is here."

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In the early morning, on the way to the Twins, Great Jon looked at Daisy Mormont, who had put on a green velvet dress, with a bolas and sword on her waist, and suddenly said: "You look really impressive in that dress. If you’re not used to it, why are you staring at your vagina? Are you very charming in their eyes, Bear Island woman?”

Daisy glanced back coldly and said, "In your eyes, what woman is more charming than a sow?"

After her words fell, the people around her burst into laughter.

The Great Jon said in a loud voice: "Damn it, I was drunk that day! If you dare to mention this again, I will make you pay for the power of the Amber Giant sooner or later!"

Daisy glanced at the Great Jon's body with disdain: "Be careful I cut your little giant."

"damned!"

Greatjon shouted to the people around him: "Don't let her get close to me when I'm drunk!"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Days of heavy rain had swollen the Green Fork River, making it one and a half times wider than when Robb led his army across the river last year.

When approaching the Twins, Robb put on the bronze and black iron sword crown that symbolized the King in the North. Behind him... Ser Leonard, who served as the flag bearer, held high the banner of the Ice Wolf Runner. .

The bridgehead blocked the front like a tall ghost, and four Freys rode out from below, all wrapped in thick gray wool cloaks.

The squire who was born in the riverlands introduced beside King Robb: "At the front...the fat and round one is Ser Stevron's eldest son, Ser Lyman Lord Frey; the thin and pale one is Lyman Lord Frey. Ser Man's eldest son, Edwin Frey; Pockmarked is Ser Lyman's youngest son, Petyr Frey."

The last one needs no introduction, he is Ser Lyman’s second son, the bearded Black Walder.

Under Robb's order, the group temporarily stopped their horses and waited for the Freys to greet them.

They turned over in front of Robb, and Ser Lyman stroked his chest awkwardly: "Your Majesty, on behalf of my father, I salute you and welcome you to the Twins."

Robb nodded slightly: "Thank you for the welcome. It's an honor to visit Lord Walder and Sir Lyman again."

Behind the king, Great Jon suddenly said loudly: "Where is the bride? Why didn't she come out to greet His Majesty?"

Seeing that Sir Lyman did not react for a moment, his eldest son said in a cautious and polite tone: "Your Majesty the King, she is waiting for you in the city. Please forgive my aunt's shyness. She is still young. These days, she has been waiting for you in the city. Looking forward to your arrival nervously.”

Black Walder grinned and said, "Why don't we talk inside, Your Majesty?"

"good."

Sir Lyman climbed back on the horse, turned the horse's head, and said: "Please follow me, my grandfather is waiting for you."

Everyone rode towards the gate of the bridgehead together, and Greatjon's loud voice was filled with anger: "Lord Frey should come out in person to greet King Robb."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in front became solemn.

Daisy scolded coldly: "Shut up, Lord Frey is over ninety years old, and Sir Lyman has already greeted him on his behalf."

Black Walder slowed down his horse and came to Daisy's side. His eyes glanced at her curves obscenely: "You are so charming today. Welcome to the Twins as a guest, Miss Mormont."

Daisy twitched her lips, but she really couldn't face this man with a smile: "Black Walder, if you stay away from me tonight, I might be able to eat a few more yak legs."

Seeing Black Walder deflated, Great Jon laughed loudly: "You'd better stay away from this cruel woman. I'm kindly reminding you."

When he wanted to continue mocking the dark-faced Black Walder, he felt Robb's stern gaze move towards him, and the Great Jon shut up.

Lord's Hall of the Twins.

Marquis Frey sat high in the ebony lord's chair. The huge chair made the old man inside look like a weird child.

Robb looked up and saw that Lord Walder's bald head was covered with age spots, his long pink neck grew on his bony shoulders, and his small eyes were dim and full of suspicion.

Lord Walder's sons, daughters, grandsons, great-grandsons, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law and servants occupied half of the hall, and the other half were the vassals and retainers from the north who followed Robb.

"Your Majesty, I know you will forgive me for the embarrassment of not being able to kneel down and salute. My legs are getting worse and worse... huh, but the thing between them is fine."

He looked at Robb's crown: "No one has the kindness to remind you...doesn't a king wearing a bronze crown look shabby?"

"Bronze and black iron, they are harder than gold and silver."

Robb turned his head to warn the Great Jon who was about to step forward, and continued: "The former King in the North wore the same crown as me."

Marquis Walder continued to blame: "It's useless to wear anything when the dragon comes... Huh... Huh... By the way, I heard from my great-grandson that Your Majesty has forgotten his sacred promise?"

"I know that no words can heal the hurt caused by my recklessness."

After a pause, Robb caressed his chest solemnly towards Lord Walder, who was sitting high up, and continued: "I am here this time to solemnly apologize to you and your family for offending the Frey family, and to plead Your forgiveness.”