The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Well said, very well said. Finally, I, an old man, feel some comfort."

Old Walder stood up tremblingly: "Young people, it's easy to get dizzy when you see a beautiful face and a pair of big breasts, isn't it? I think I was the same back then... Huh... Huh... …I did a lot of romantic things when I was young, and I haven’t changed now... Huh... Huh..."

Seeing his grandfather about to go down the steps, Sir Lyman planned to step forward to help him, but Old Walder scolded him: "Go away, I'm not dead yet. Don't think that you can inherit my castle just by being attentive!"

At this time, the Freys who were ready to "show hospitality" all retracted their raised feet.

Old Walder staggered down the steps, while Robb waited patiently.

It took a while before Old Walder came to him. Toothless's mouth was grinding and his pair of cloudy old eyes looked around Robb's body.

"You are strong... Young man, what is your next step? With the support of the Freys, where will your sword point?"

Seeing Robb's eyes sweeping around, Old Walder chuckled: "You are very cautious, which is good. You can lower your voice and let me hear it alone."

Robb hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and said, "Golden Tooth City."

Old Walder's deep eyes showed a little surprise: "Why not King's Landing?"

The distance was very close, and Robb smelled a rotten smell from Old Walder. He coughed slightly and whispered: "I want the Seven Kingdoms to know that the Lannister is not as powerful as they thought."

"You are already halfway there, King."

Old Walder's hand covered with age spots patted Robb's strong arm, and then yelled at the Freys: "Ben Frey, go find your sister, hurry up, how long has the king been waiting?"

He looked at Robb again: "Roslin is a shy little girl. You can't see her body before sharing the bed with her."

Robb forced a smile amid Old Walder's chuckle.

Then, Old Walder pulled Robb and came to the front of the Frey ladies: "This is my daughter Egwene... She is Shireen, my youngest legitimate daughter. These two... Ari Leigh and Marilyn are my granddaughters and great-granddaughters. The one is called Cersei, but we all call her 'Little Bee'. Her mother is a Bisbury family (the Bisbury family originated from Garth Greenhand). The woman—the sweetest Elaine. Her name is...Wada...Tanya...Elsie...Marissa..."

Old Walder kept introducing them, while Robb nodded to everyone with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

At the same time, Old Walder was also secretly observing Robb's reaction. He found that the young king in front of him was not easily deceived by beauty, or... was it because they were not charming enough?

Old Walder rarely took a serious look at the Frey girls. Some of them were pretty good-looking, but the others... forget it.

He gave Robb a lewd smile: "When the wedding banquet starts, you can invite any of them to dance."

Hearing this, Robb's blue eyes trembled imperceptibly, and his brows relaxed slightly: "They are all... lovely, I am honored."

Old Walder pulled Robb towards the other side: "All of them are genuine virgins, oh, one is a widow, but some are more interested."

He glanced at Daisy Mormont who was standing in front of the Northern Banners with a smile: "She is so charming."

Sensing the lewd gaze, Daisy couldn't help rolling her eyes, and Old Walder chuckled.

Although Old Walder seemed to be joking to show his intimacy, Robb felt like a stallion at this time. He had to admit that... his great-uncle was indeed wise.

"Oh, here comes my little sweetheart."

Stopping, Robb followed Old Walder's gaze and saw Ben Frey leading a slender girl over.

Roslin glanced at Robb gently with a blushing face, knelt down and saluted: "Good day, Your Majesty the King."

This is a lovely young lady.

Robb wanted to pull her up, but his outstretched hand paused slightly. There was hesitation in his eyes, but it was instantly replaced by determination.

"Please stand up."

Retracting his hand and holding it behind his back, Robb smiled politely: "Miss Frey, it's an honor to be with you."

After Roslin stood up, she quietly glanced at King Robb again. When their eyes touched, she immediately lowered her charming little face shyly.

"When we sleep together at night, you can watch whatever you want. Not even the gods can control you."

Old Walder waved his hand: "Sweetheart, go ahead, I know you are very busy."

After Roslin disappeared, Robb exhaled slowly and said, "Marquis Walder, please prepare a quiet room for me. Before the wedding, I need to pray to the old and new gods."

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There was a blazing flame in the fireplace, and the torches in a row of iron stands on the wall were burning black smoke. In the hall, three yaks were slowly turning on the barbecue spit. They had been roasted by the chef all afternoon.

The wedding ceremony ended and the wedding banquet began, with cheerful music played on the musician's balcony at the bottom of the hall.

On the high platform, King Robb and Queen Roslyn sat on the right side of Old Walder, and Ser Lyman and his eldest son Edwin sat on the left side.

The first course of the wedding banquet was oxtail soup, followed by a salad of green peas, onions and beets, river fish stewed in almond milk, roast duck, and mounds of ox brains and tendon.

The guests and the Freys were eating, drinking and noisy.

The bolas were placed haphazardly on the long table, and Daisy gnawed on her ribs and drank a spoonful of soup.

"Miss Mormont, why don't you drink?"

Daisy first heard Black Walder's disgusted voice, and then a big hand came up on her back curve.

"I am the king's guard tonight and cannot drink."

Daisy glanced at Black Walder with a wretched expression coldly: "If you don't want me to break your hand, you'd better take it away immediately."

With a chuckle, Black Walder squeezed it hard before retracting his hand: "Beauty, we can spend a wonderful night like the king and queen."

"I'm not interested in you."

After saying that, Daisy looked at the roasted yak that was being smeared with butter by the chefs.

Seeing that she refused his "invitation", Black Walder's interest became stronger: "Madam, it seems that you like it, they are so lucky."

When Black Walder got up and came to the barbecue grill, the chefs were cutting the meat on both sides of the yak's spine. The meat in this part was dedicated to the king and queen.

He gave a few instructions, and soon, the servants brought the huge beef thighs that were roasted and crispy and full of fat to Daisy's table.

Black Walder took the wine jug and returned to his seat next to him. Daisy curled her lips at him: "You are quite interesting."

Black Walder grinned: "I am actually more interesting in bed."

Daisy tore off a large piece of meat and put it into her mouth to chew. She glanced at Black Walder's body and said: "You are so concerned about the heir of Bear Island. Is it to marry him?"

Black Walder stared at Daisy's fullness and poured wine into her mouth. A lot of wine flowed into his beard.

"Wait until tomorrow morning before thinking about it!"

Daisy suddenly pointed at the Great Jon who was drinking one cup after another and said, "Are you better than him? Women on Bear Island like men with a good alcohol tolerance. Such men can make women happy all night."

Not far away, the Great Jon soon realized that Daisy was looking at him. He roared drunkenly: "Don't think about me, stay away from me, bear girl!"

Black Walder pinched his chin and stood up: "Just watch, I'll help you teach him a lesson."

On the high platform, King Robb's eyes were a little blurred. He had drunk several large cups of wine with Sir Lyman and Edwin.

Seeing this, Queen Roslin whispered to the maid to bring a cup of steaming honey milk.

Putting the cup carefully in front of Robb, she said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you will feel better after drinking this."

Looking at the shy and sweet Roslin, Robb first blinked, then shook his head. He just thought it was...Jenny who came back.

He took a sip of milk from the cup, paused, and said, "It's very useful, thank you."

Roslin's beautiful brown eyes flashed with joy, and she said shyly, "This is what my mother taught me. I often prepare it for my brothers who drink too much."

Sitting quietly for a while, Robb moved his lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Seeing Roslin's doubts, a hint of bitterness passed by his lips, but it quickly disappeared: "This is not the first time I have held a wedding, um... I will treat you well."

Rob's "explanation" became a romantic oath in Roslin's ears. The deep touch brought her incomparable courage. The shy girl took the initiative to lean on her husband's arms regardless of the eyes around her.

Her husband hugged her with his strong arms. She just felt his body stiffen for a moment, which seemed to be a normal reaction, but the sensitive Roslin couldn't help but suddenly feel a panic.

Amid the hustle and bustle, Old Walder saw the sweet interaction between Robb and Roslin, and his mouth curled slightly, and then he clapped his hands.

When Sir Lyman and Edman saw this, they banged their glasses on the table, followed by the Freys closest to the platform, and finally everyone banged on the table.

Old Walder raised his hand to suppress the noise, and when the hall gradually quieted down, he looked at Robb and said, "Everyone, the monks have said their pious words, and the promise of marriage has been made. His Majesty has wrapped up the Freys' sweetheart in his wolf cloak, but they are not yet real husband and wife... Hoo... Hoo... Our king and queen can't wait... Hoo... Hoo... The swords are ready for the scabbard, and the wedding is in the bridal chamber. It's time to make a fuss in the bridal chamber!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone shouted, "Make a fuss in the bridal chamber! Make a fuss in the bridal chamber! Make a fuss in the bridal chamber!"

The drunk people took the lead, and everyone rushed to the platform. Men, young and old, surrounded Roslin and lifted her into the air, while women and girls grabbed Robb and took off his clothes.

The hall was filled with cheers, and the band on the balcony picked up the flute, drum and violin to play more cheerful music.

Robb and Roslin were lifted up by the crowd with laughter and left the hall.

The seats at the wedding banquet were vacant by more than half of the people. Half an hour later, Frey and the guests from the North returned to the hall one after another.

At this time, Daisy put down the half-eaten beef leg, wiped her hands, stood up, and walked gracefully to the balcony.

On the balcony, Black Walder lowered his voice beside Old Walder and said, "I saw that they are entangled. King Robb is impatient."

The Marquis of Weasel showed a satisfied look: "Very good."

Black Walder's drunken eyes saw Daisy coming down from the balcony. He swallowed his saliva: "Great-grandfather, don't worry, I'll go first."

Old Walder reminded Black Walder's departing back: "Don't provoke that woman, she is very dangerous..."

Black Walder, who was in a hurry to leave, didn't hear it at all. He cursed: "Fool, all idiots!"

After cursing, Old Walder picked up the wine glass and sipped the wine happily.

"Did you go to find the musician?"

Daisy picked up the beef leg again and began to chew it. She glanced at Black Walder who came to her side, chewed a few mouthfuls of the meat in her mouth, and said, "I went to choose the next song."

"What did you choose?"

Black Wald suppressed his drunkenness and poured two glasses of wine, pushing one of them to Daisy: "Have a drink."

"You'll find out soon."

Without much hesitation, Daisy picked up the wine glass and took a long sip. She exhaled and said, "The wine in Twin River City tastes good...I told you, I can't drink tonight."

Black Walder laughed, hugged Daisy, and moved his big hands up and down: "Our king has no time to pay attention to you as a guard, you can drink with confidence."

Boom, boom, boom, the compact drum sound suddenly sounded.

Then came the wail of the flute, the trill of the flute, the shriek of the violin, and the roar of the trumpet.

The northerners who were eating, drinking and laughing suddenly stopped all their movements and sang loudly one after another.

The stars in the dark night are the eyes of running wolves————

The howling wind is them singing————

Black Walder's big hand: "What song is this?"

"The running wolf of the night."

Robb's execution plan was only told to Daisy and her attendants, and she carried it out, while the others... He only told them to let them be alert to the Frey family's sudden rebellion. If they discovered Frey's abnormal behavior, he would A battle trumpet will sound, and this trumpet sound is the song "The Running Wolf in the Night".

，,, 境, the northern people pulled out the sword.

"You..." Black Wald, who was quite drunk, suddenly woke up. He reacted quickly. He reached out his hand and planned to pick up the meteor hammer on the table.

With a muffled bang, Daisy waved the beef leg bone with only a little muscle left in her hand, and hit Black Walder firmly on the back of the head.

Bang bang bang, plasma splashed everywhere, Daisy hit hard several more times before stopping.

Everything happened so fast, almost everyone stared at Daisy who was splashed with blood, and time seemed to stand still.

"His!"

Big Jon suddenly roared, grabbed the half-eaten yak head, and slammed it against Frey next to him. He roared one by one and slammed Frey whenever he saw the person wearing the Twin Towers emblem.

A scuffle broke out, and rows of tables were overturned. Cups, wooden spoons, wine bottles, plates, plates, and peas flew everywhere.

Although the people of the North did not wear plate armor, they all wore chain armor and held swords in their hands. Facing the Freys who could not even find weapons, it was a one-sided massacre.

Sir Lyman and Edwin, who were resisting, had half of their heads smashed by Daisy's meteor hammer and rolled down the stairs.

Throwing away the plasma-stained bolas, Daisy drew her sword.

Old Walder was still looking straight at Mormont who came to him. He was still holding the golden goblet with the three-headed dragon emblem in his hand.

The sharp Mormont sword pierced Old Walder's heart and twisted it.

With a clang, several of the king's attendants stepped on the sticky blood-red stone slabs and worked together to close the heavy wooden door of the hall.