The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 41: Adopted Daughter

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Casterly Rock is located on the western coastline of the northernmost part of the Westerlands and is the castle of House Westerling. Due to a lack of funds, the castle has not been repaired for many years and looks like a ruin on a cliff from the outside.

Morning. The main castle in the city. Study.

Lord Gawen sat wearily at a desk.

He had spent the night in the study. There was a small bed in the study, but he suffered from insomnia and did not sleep all night.

The Earl frowned, his hair was disheveled, his big black beard was also messy and he had not had time to comb it, and the long beard on his chin was curled.

The paint on the desk in front of him was peeling off, and on the desk was an ancestral map of the Casterly Rock territory.

The map had three colors: red for the outermost area, blue for the middle area, and black for the innermost area near Casterly Rock.

More than a dozen small red tofu blocks on the map were markers of Lord Gawen and his deceased father selling off the territory passed down by their ancestors.

Every time a piece of land was sold to subsidize the family, Lord Gawen and his father, who had not yet passed away, would use a red pen to mark off that location on the ancestral map.

Looking at the dozen or so red blocks of different sizes, Lord Gawen hoped that one day he could revitalize the family and buy back the land he had sold at a high price.

Behind the red tofu blocks were nine blue squares, which were marks for mortgaging land to nearby nobles due to lack of money. If he did not redeem these nine places with money within the specified time, the blue color of these nine places would soon turn into red marks.

Gawen was not old, in his prime at around thirty years old, but he already had crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and forehead wrinkles. Although the family burden was heavy and money was becoming more and more difficult to earn, in order to maintain the family's appearance and the honor of the ancient nobility, his family's servants had not been reduced at all. Whenever family members went out, the things they wore and the accessories they wore were still very high-end and exquisite.

The Earl looked at the map in front of him, holding a quill in his hand, with a small bottle of red paint in front of him. His quill hovered over the map, moving slowly.

Because the family urgently needed money, Lord Gawen was preparing to sell a small piece of land again, to House Marbrand of Ashemark, about a hundred miles south.

Lord Marbrand's younger sister was married to Tywin Lannister's second younger brother, Tygett Lannister. Tygett was a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms, and his martial arts were the best among Duke Tywin's four brothers, but he unfortunately died of smallpox a few years ago. He had a very good relationship with the Imp, Tyrion.

Lord Gawen looked at the ancestral map and sighed deeply, deciding to sell another piece of land cheaply. His pen was about to paint it, but, knock, knock! There was a very polite knock on the door outside.

House Westerling was very particular about etiquette, and the servants were trained to be very well-mannered.

"Wait a moment!" Lord Gawen said.

"Yes, my lord!" A very soft female voice came from the door.

Lord Gawen got up and came to the dressing mirror. After a while, he changed his clothes and groomed his hair and beard, making him look completely different from the dispirited and soulless person who had been sighing just now.

"Come in!" Lord Gawen sat back at his desk, the map already rolled up and gently placed in the drawer of the desk.

A clean and dignified maid walked in with small steps, silently, her voice elegant: "My lord, a letter from Duke Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock."

"Give me the letter!" Lord Gawen said with a smile.

Even to his own servants, Lord Gawen showed the good manners of a true nobleman.

"Yes, my lord." The maid handed a parchment scroll to Lord Gawen.

Lord Gawen did not unfold the letter. He watched the maid leave the study, and after watching the maid gently close the door, he slowly unfolded Duke Tywin's letter.

His gaze fell on the letter and he was immediately stunned, a little disbelieving. He closed his eyes slightly, slowly opened them again, and slowly read the letter again. As his gaze moved, a smile slowly bloomed on Lord Gawen's face, a long-lost bright smile.

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After breakfast, eight guards and two servants on horseback escorted a carriage with curtains made of noble silk fabric out of Casterly Rock.

The carriage was spacious and high-end, pulled by four good horses, and two well-dressed coachmen sat in the driver's position.

Two people were sitting in the carriage, one was Lord Gawen, and the other was the bright-eyed and white-toothed beauty, Jeyne Westerling.

Jeyne had a slender figure, a standard S-shape. To use Gregor's evaluation of her in his mind, Jeyne was beautiful and moving, and her figure hidden under her skirt was sexy and alluring, which was in line with this world's definition of beauty and also in line with the standard of beauty in Gregor's mind.

She had naturally curly chestnut hair, a very beautiful heart-shaped face, and amber eyes. What the nobles in this world appreciated even more was that Jeyne had a fat butt, which was a sign of good childbearing for the next generation, and it was also a feature that young, unmarried women in this world wanted to have, which could help them win in competition with the opposite sex. But in Gregor's eyes, this was called a 'bubble butt', which had little to do with good childbearing, but was mainly sexy.

Jeyne wore a knitted silk dress from across the Narrow Sea, elegant and beautiful, with charming demeanor. But men can always see through women's flowing skirts and see the more precious physical beauty covered by women's skirts.

"Father, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart," Jeyne said softly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Don't worry, how many girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to be Tywin Lannister's adopted daughter," Lord Gawen said with high spirits. Climbing up to the Lannister family was a dream come true for Lord Gawen.

"...Father, why does Duke Tywin suddenly want to adopt me as his goddaughter? Is there something else we don't know about..."

Lord Gawen looked at his radiant daughter with loving eyes: "Child, even if Duke Tywin has something, what are you afraid of if you become his daughter? It is a wonderful thing that the Duke is willing to take you as his goddaughter. Moreover, the adoption ceremony will be held in the sept of Casterly Rock, with septons, sisters, Maester Polliver, and the knights and lords of Casterly Rock attending. This is the honor of our family, and it is also a sign that our family will rise."

"Father, I don't understand!"

"Haha, my good daughter, think about it, after the ceremony, you will be Duke Tywin's youngest daughter. Who is Duke Tywin? The wealthiest man in the Seven Kingdoms, even the royal treasury of King's Landing owes him millions of gold dragons. And as his daughter, who can be worthy of your marriage in the future except for great noble families like the Duke? Ordinary nobles, who would dare to propose marriage? Since you are his daughter, he will not watch you unable to marry. Haha, hahaha, my dear daughter, the prosperity of our family in the future will depend entirely on you."

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