The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Northern camp outside the Twins.

Entering the king's tent, Lord Roose Bolton stared at Brynden for a while with his pale eyes, and said: "They told me that apart from my own tent, I can only come here."

Compared with during the day, Duke Brynden's face seemed to have more wrinkles at this moment. He glanced at the Earl of the Dreadfort and turned his deep eyes to the burning brazier.

After a pause, he spoke slowly: "It's my order. I'm sorry. You will be free when tomorrow dawns."

Earl Luce took a step forward and said, "What happened in the Twins? Or what is Robb doing? Why did I find that the soldiers were all wearing armor and holding weapons?"

"Tell me, what does Robb want to do?" Count Luce took another step, but was stopped by the guard captain standing guard.

Lord Brynden made a gesture and asked the guard captain to leave the tent.

After a moment of solemn silence, Duke Brynden said in a tired voice: "I don't know the specific time...Old Walder has been secretly communicating with Lannister."

"This is not what the southern lords are best at..."

As he said that, Count Luce was suddenly startled, and his ice sculpture-like face finally showed emotional fluctuations: "Robb entered the Twins to kill Frey?"

Clenching a fist with one hand, Duke Brynden corrected him: "Lord Bolton, King Robb is going to execute the traitors of the kingdom."

Count Luce's eyes trembled slightly: "........., don't you know the consequences of doing this? This is a wedding banquet witnessed by the old and new gods, Robb's honor, Stark's honor, and even the northern lords His honor will be despised by everyone.”

Duke Brynden's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said, "At the wedding in Riverrun, Edmure and Queen Jeyne were poisoned and died, and the gods in heaven also witnessed it."

Lord Roose stared at Brynden for a while before his voice rang out: "Why didn't you stop Robb? Don't mention those reasons to me again. I know that you have no conclusive evidence to prove Lord Frey's crime." ”

Duke Brynden, who looked a little rickety, stood up from his chair. He straightened his back and looked directly at Count Roose: "Robb is not only a Stark, but also a Tully, and I am his great-uncle. He listens." Oh my, I'm ready to go to the seven hells."

Earl Luce shook his head and said: "I have to remind you. Duke Tully, you think too simplistically. Let me stop Robb. I hope it's not too late..."

"Earl Bolton, King Robb has an autograph letter written by Old Walder to Lannister. He indeed intends to betray us for his own benefit."

After listening to Brynden's words, Count Luce frowned and said: "That should be tried in public, rather than handled in private. You should also..."

The captain of the Tully family's guard suddenly strode into the tent and said, "Sir, two flames appeared in Twin River City."

Duke Brynden took a breath and said, "Let the soldiers start preparing. I will be there in a moment."

The guard captain immediately turned around and left. He looked at Count Luce and said, "We have succeeded over there."

After a moment of silence, Count Luce spoke: "Even your eyes are blinded by the fire of hatred, Duke Tully, I think I am no longer needed here."

When Duke Brynden walked out of the king's camp wearing the red and blue cloak of the Tully family, one of his guards came to report: "My lord, the Earl of the Dreadfort has left the camp with his own guards."

Just nodded, Duke Brynden came to the assembled soldiers, drew his sword, and shouted: "In the name of the king, destroy the Frey rebels."

…………

Boom boom boom, lightning and thunder.

Robb stood in front of the window wearing only his breeches, his deep blue eyes staring out the window, his hand clutching his sandy-blond headband.

His bride, Roslin, was sobbing softly and shivering in the corner of the bed.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and suddenly the door was opened, and Sir Leonard Westerling, covered in blood, came over.

"Your Majesty the King, Master Heiyu has entered Hexi Fort."

After a pause, Robb's sharp eyes moved slightly: "Where are the Great Jon and the others?"

After speaking, he picked up the black robe.

Leonard glanced at Roslin and said, "They are all waiting for you in the lobby."

Robb took a step forward. When he reached the door, he paused, glanced in the direction of the bed, and said, "Leonard, let her stay here and don't let others disturb her."

A dozen of the highest-ranking northern lords gathered in the Frey family hall, which was filled with the smell of blood. When they saw Robb's figure appearing, they all looked over.

It was only after the fight that the honest northern lords realized... Aren't the Freys planning to rebel, but why didn't they even prepare weapons?

So... as soon as Robb took the main seat, they all asked the "doubts" in their hearts.

Robb raised his hand slightly and asked them to be quiet. Then he glanced at everyone and said, "I don't have any definite evidence about poisoning Lord Edmure and Queen Jeyne. But..."

He gestured to Daisy Mormont: "The evidence of Frey's secret collusion with the Lannister is overwhelming."

Daisy took out the parchment from her arms and handed it to the northern lords beside her, and they passed it around one by one.

After reading it, most people didn't speak, only two people hesitated and stood up.

One of them said: "King Robb, this letter... please forgive me, where did you get such a confidential letter?"

Another person said: "Your Majesty, Marquis Frey is dead. It will be difficult for us to convince others with this. It will affect the honor of the North."

The Greatjon, who was almost lying on the chair, stood up suddenly and said angrily: "His fault! According to you, can we keep our honor only when the enemy's knife strikes down first? Who dares to question King Robb's justice? , I will smash his head with one punch!"

There was movement at the other end of the hall, and Duke Brynden appeared. He came to stand next to him, looked around at the people present, and said, "This is my idea."

Robb was slightly startled and said: "Uncle and grandpa..."

Duke Brynden stretched out his big hand to grab Robb's shoulder and interrupted his words. He glanced at everyone again and continued: "Everyone, Frey, who has hidden evil intentions, cut off the North and the Riverlands. With the current situation, We cannot use more time to better deal with the traitors in the kingdom, this is my judgment.”

After the northern lords left, Robb stood up and grabbed Brynden's arm. His voice was a little urgent: "Uncle and grandpa, this is my responsibility. You...you..."

Brynden's voice was gentle: "Child, it is my responsibility to take good care of you."

He looked at Robb kindly and said, "I hope you're fine."

Seeing Robb's eyes turning red, Brynden patted him and said, "The king has no time to lament over trivial matters. The Twins have fallen into your hands. You should think carefully about our next move."

Robb nodded sharply.

He exhaled and said: "Uncle, first of all... I plan to confer Pain Frey as the Marquis of Twins."

Paine Frey is Lord Walder's first child from his marriage to his sixth wife, Bethany Rosby. He is also Roselyn's half-brother. He served as one of Robb's hand-picked guards. Get involved in the fight.

Duke Brynden nodded slightly: "He and Olifa (Roslin's half-brother, Robb's loyal former squire, Chapter 261)... He is indeed a good candidate, you have to talk to him carefully, This is what the king must learn.”

After a pause, he added: "Roslin...how do you plan to deal with it?"

Robb picked up the wine glass and drank more than half of the wine left in the glass in one gulp. He paused and said, "My mind has not changed. Roslin is innocent. I will do my best to compensate her."

"She is a kind child, but she still needs to be comforted."

Brynden picked up the wine glass, poured wine into the empty glass, and said: "Robb, you and her will have more children. One of them... you tell her on my behalf that I hope that you two will have a child. Be my heir."

"Grandpa, you are very strong, you can definitely..."

Brynden waved his hand: "My child, your great-uncle is actually very old. The only thing I want to do now is...while I can still wield the sword, I can help you quell the war in the kingdom."

His face was kind: "I will take time to write a letter to my little Kate recently."

The great-uncle and the great-nephew drank and chatted until late at night.

In the dormitory.

Robb said in a stern tone: "Reynard, what are you doing?"

As soon as he came in, he found that Roslin's hands and feet were shackled, and she was tied up with thick ropes.

Sir Leonard opened his mouth and explained: "You left her alone in the dormitory. I want to ensure your safety, Your Majesty."

Robb stretched out a hand towards Leonard: "Give me the key to the shackles."

After getting the key, he calmed down and said, "Remember, she is my queen."

The door was closed, and Robb came and knelt down in front of Roslin. Just as he was about to speak to comfort her, her pleading voice sounded: "Please, don't kill me. Please have mercy."

Looking at Roselyn with tears in her eyes, Robb trembled his lower lip and whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't make arrangements and made you scared."

"Let me untie the rope for you first."

After waiting for a while, Robb stretched out his hand. While untying the rope, he said: "The war... has nothing to do with women and children. I guarantee that you are safe."

Because he drank a lot with his uncle and uncle, Robb's movements were a little slow. It took him a while to untie the rope and throw it aside.

Roslin was only wearing a white nightgown, and Robb saw the clear marks left on her body: "Tomorrow... I will ask Leonard to apologize to you for this matter."

At this time, Roslin calmed down a bit. She shook her head and whispered: "It doesn't matter..."

"Yes, as long as you are willing..." Robb glanced at Roslin, and with a click, he unlocked the heavy shackles on her wrists.

He moved and then unlocked the shackles on her ankles.

He threw the shackles aside, looked at the girl who was like a frightened deer, and said in a sincere tone: "Miss Roselin, as long as you are willing, you will always be my wife and my queen, and I will... forever I respect you, I promise.”

Roslin carefully looked at Robb with red and swollen eyes, and then immediately lowered her face.

Robb wanted to continue to comfort her. The habit he had developed in the army was to pat her shoulders or arms, but he found that she was too thin, and her expression at the moment... seemed to break at a touch.

Withdrawing the slightly raised hand, he stood up slowly: "I'll ask someone to arrange a room for you to rest."

Robb's steps paused slightly, and the hem of his robe was pinched by Roslin's slender fingers. She seemed to be pleading: "Tonight, tonight...can I stay here...someone else... …I am afraid………"

Robb felt bitter, but he quickly suppressed this emotion and said, "Okay, you can rest in bed, I will protect you."

Roslin staggered to her feet, wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, and whispered, "I can rest on the chair... You are the king... Thank you for forgiving my sins..."

"You didn't..."

Robb saw Roslin tidying up the bed like a maid, rubbed her drunken head, and continued, "Miss Roslin, you can ask the maid to do this."

Hearing this, Roslin's body trembled: "I'm just... I'm just too scared... I'm sorry... I ask for your forgiveness..."

Uncle Grandpa is right, some things take some time, don't be too anxious.

Robb shook his head, came to the bed, climbed up, leaned his back against the headboard, and said, "I'm sorry, do whatever you want, I promise, I have no ill intentions, Miss Roslin."

After a moment of silence, Roslin whispered, "Shall I take off your boots for you?"

Robb closed his eyes and nodded silently.

Roslin finally took off Robb's boots and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She quietly observed Robb, who was frowning, hesitated, and opened her red lips: "You have drunk a lot. Do you want a cup of honey milk? You will feel better after drinking it."

Robb's eyes opened slightly: "Thank you, lady."

Roslin gently opened the door and saw Sir Reynard guarding outside the door. Seeing him, she couldn't help trembling.

She didn't dare to look at him: "Sir, the king wants a cup of honey milk, the kind he drank at the wedding banquet today, it should be sweeter."

After more than ten minutes, the door was reopened, and Roslin took the cup from Reynard and nodded to thank him.

Sir Reynard ignored her and said to the room: "Your Majesty, I have been outside the door."

Hearing Robb's low response, he lowered his eyes to look at the timid Roslin and closed the door.

Sir Reynard seemed to scare Roslin. She stood facing the closed door for a while before she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the bed.

"Reynard won't embarrass you."

Hearing Robb's voice, Roslin almost dropped the cup in her hand as if frightened: "Sorry... sorry."

Robb sighed secretly, looked at the cup Roslin handed over respectfully, he reached out to take it, and he was a little thirsty, so he took a big sip directly, and then frowned.

Roslin seemed to be frightened again: "Is it too sweet? I'll ask someone to change it..."

Robb interrupted: "It's okay, it tastes good, I'm just not used to it, thank you."

After drinking the honey milk, Robb felt more drunk and his eyelids became heavier.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Before falling asleep, he vaguely heard Roslin's call.

Boom boom boom, thunder bursts.

After midnight, Roslin, who was almost bloody, climbed up to the window with difficulty, looked down blankly for a while, then jumped and fell into the turbulent Green Fork River.

Boom boom boom, thunder rolled.

On the bed, Robb's limbs were firmly fixed by shackles and thick ropes, lying in an X shape in a pool of blood that made people palpitate, the muscles on his face were twisted, and the eyes that were still open were filled with pain, anger and unwillingness.