The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Shea and Gracie Tyrell were applying makeup to 'Sansa' while a group of court maids waited around to assist.

Tyrion Lannister said, "Marrying me to a serving girl, and then Sansa appears in the North, the entire royal family and the Lannisters will become a joke, infamous for ten thousand years."

"The people of the Seven Kingdoms will only know that you married Sansa. If all the other Starks are dead, or as long as Robb Stark is dead, 'Sansa' is the heir apparent, and your child with her will be the future Lord of Winterfell." Tywin stared at Tyrion Lannister. "Your task is to get 'Sansa' pregnant as soon as possible and have the child."

"How long do you think this lie can last?"

"As long as you use your brain, you will know that this is not a lie, this is the fact that you and Sansa are married." Duke Tywin was expressionless, his face like iron.

"As you wish, Father. I will continue the Lannister line tonight," Tyrion said. "Now, Your Grace the Queen Mother, Lord Hand, Master of Whisperers, may I ask you to leave? I would like to practice the wedding etiquette with my betrothed Sansa. And, of course, please ask the septon who will be presiding over the wedding to come as well, for the honor of the royal family and the Lannister family."

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In the morning, the groom Tyrion and the bride Sansa held their wedding in the Sept of Baelor's sept dedicated to the Seven, where, under the witness of the Seven Gods, they were anointed with holy oil, signifying eternal union. With the septon's declaration, Tyrion and Sansa were officially married, and the choir's beautiful songs resounded throughout the sept.

After enduring all the tedious wedding procedures one by one, it was noon. Everyone crowded around the bride and groom as they walked out of the sept and into Maegor's Holdfast, where the wedding feast was held in the hall.

Throughout the wedding in the sept, the bride wore a beautiful veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes.

Before the wedding banquet in Maegor's Holdfast began, there was one last wedding ceremony: receiving blessings from relatives and friends and expressing gratitude.

The groom, the Imp, and the veiled bride, Sansa, began to receive wedding blessings from the Queen Mother, the King, Miss Margaery, Lord Mace, Lady Olenna, the Hand of the King, Littlefinger Petyr, and Kevan Lannister. The hall was filled with tables, and crowded with courtiers and generals.

The Master of Ships, the Mountain, the Captain of the Kingsguard, Loras Tyrell, the Commander of the City Watch, Addam Marbrand, and Maester Qyburn were all important officials of the court, but they were stopped when they stepped forward to perform the guest etiquette.

The Hound, Bronn, and Podrick were the groom and bride's guardian warriors, and they stopped all the nobles, knights, ladies, and maidens who wanted to pay their respects and offer blessings to the bride and groom.

The Hand of the King stood up, expressionless, without a hint of joy in his eyes, "Ladies, lords, and ladies, Lady Sansa is not feeling well, so there is no need to step forward to offer your congratulations one by one. Please take your seats. Burk Bog, announce the start of the wedding banquet!"

With the court steward's singing-like announcement, delicious dishes were brought up like flowing water. On the stage in the center of the hall, comedians began performing slapstick comedies, and clowns wearing exaggerated costumes and red noses walked among the nobles and ladies, making ridiculous gestures to please the guests. Harpists played melodious harps, wandering singers sang the most festive songs, and magicians began their dazzling and magical performances...

Outside the hall, City Watch officers, Westerlands generals, Reach generals, Clegane army generals, Kingsland knights—they didn't have as many rules as the nobles in the hall. They opened their wine skins and picked up chopsticks or knives and forks.

Musicians, moon boys, clowns, singers, and magicians were among them, performing programs to add to the fun.

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"What is that?" A gold cloak guard on the Iron Gate wall looked towards Rosby Road.

A team was slowly approaching, with banner carriers holding high flags.

The second soldier also saw it, "Is it a noble coming to attend the Imp's wedding?"

"Impossible," the third soldier said, "Earl Rosby and Knight Bronn are both in the city. House Mooton of Maidenpool cannot come, they are loyal to House Tully. House Rykker of Duskendale already entered the city yesterday."

"Looking at the patterns on their flags, I have never seen them before," the fourth soldier said.

"This is an army," the sergeant-at-arms came. "Sound the alarm horn, order the city gates closed. This is an army from the Claw Isle." The sergeant-at-arms's voice changed.

Claw Isle, an absolute forbidden zone of the Crownlands.

The Claw Isle army suddenly appearing outside King's Landing was a very ominous sign. And today was a very special day, the officers in the barracks had all gone to attend the Imp and Sansa's wedding, and the Iron Gate only had a centurion on duty, and that guy was obviously drunk because he was in a bad mood...

The sergeant-at-arms ordered the alarm horn to be blown!

Woo woo woo!

Woo woo woo woo!

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The horn was blown, the alarm horn.

The first horn was to alert the soldiers, the second horn was to alert the people, and the third horn was to close the city gates.

The people outside the Iron Gate stumbled and ran back to the city, many people dropping things in their hands.

Clang clang clang! Clang clang clang!

The heavy iron-clad oak city gates slowly closed.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

On the city walls, the soldiers' neat footsteps sounded.

In the barracks under the city walls, soldiers came out to watch.

The drunk centurion was sleeping soundly! The guards could not wake him up!

The sound of the horn reached the Blackwater Rush docks.

Tax collectors, cargo inspectors, patrol soldiers, merchants and boatmen, sailors and coolies ran together, some running to the Mud Gate, some boarding ships, some shouting loudly, some looking for places to hide... Patrol soldiers gathered at the captain's command, and naval warriors jumped onto warships...

Flags appeared, some with a horn painted on them, some with a horseshoe with an iron hook, some with a tree full of arrows, some with crabs and turtles, some with poisonous snakes biting bows and arrows, and some with colorful paints that did not show any patterns...

Basically, the City Watch warriors on the city walls had never seen these patterns. The flag patterns of the great nobles of the Crownlands were the nobles' family crests, and everyone was familiar with them. This was the first time everyone had seen the various flags that this army was carrying.

The team came to the city walls, with cavalry in the front and infantry in the back. The infantry were all archers, about three thousand people, and the cavalry were more than a thousand people. This was a very strong army.

The faces of the leaders were painted with colorful paints. Some leaders did not wear sophisticated armor, and the soldiers were lucky to have leather protection. But this team had high morale, and everyone was sturdy. The City Watch warriors on the city walls could clearly feel the killing intent.

"Where are you from? Who is the commanding general? What is your purpose?"

The sergeant-at-arms stood on the city wall and shouted to the people below in an official tone.

The sergeant-at-arms already knew that the other party was from Claw Isle, a nominally subservient but actually independent unruly people that the kingship could not manage, extremely combative, and savage and cruel by nature. When the late King Robert was alive, the Claw Isle people and the Crownlands nobles had fewer conflicts. After the late King Robert passed away, the new king was still a child. Did the Claw Isle tribes want to come here to demonstrate?

The leading general was the new leader of the Forca tribe, Aester Forca. He did not answer, took down his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow up, hitting the sergeant-at-arms's arm.

This was a green arrow!

The sergeant-at-arms's armor was pierced by the arrow, and the injury was minor, not hurting his bones, but this behavior was a bold provocation.

The City Watch belonged to the royal family, representing the supreme kingship.

There were large armies stationed in the city. —The Westerlands army that had not yet returned to the Westerlands, the Reach army that had not yet returned to the Reach, the Clegane army that had not gone to Dragonstone, and the royal City Watch gold cloaks, two thousand people—in wartime, the gold cloaks expanded to six thousand people. After the war, four thousand temporarily recruited soldiers were disbanded. This was a move to save royal expenses. With the armies of other nobles protecting King's Landing, Littlefinger Petyr Baelish would do everything possible to save expenses.

Although the generals were not there, the sergeant-at-arms was nervous, but he had confidence. The courtyard near the Iron Gate was stationed with the Imp's three hundred-man teams, the Clegane army of two thousand people was stationed in the left barracks, and this army was not easy to provoke if released, plus the three hundred City Watch on the right... It was a pity that the sergeant-at-arms had no right to mobilize these legions...

The sergeant-at-arms pulled out the arrow, threw it down the city wall, and shouted, "Are you looking for death? This is King's Landing, we are the King's..." Suddenly, the sergeant-at-arms could not speak, his face was pale, his eyes were bulging, and white foam and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. In his eyes, the sky was rapidly reversing, and the city walls were shaking frantically. The sergeant-at-arms crashed down and fell off the city wall, dying from poisoning...

"Enemy attack!" The soldiers panicked. "Sound the horn, enemy attack!"

Woo woo woo woo woo woo!

The high-pitched, majestic, solemn, and urgent horn sounded, different from the low, suppressed, and slow horn of the alarm. This time, it was the horn of an enemy attack. When the horn of an enemy attack sounded, it sounded from the Iron Gate, and the Mud Gate immediately followed, and then the horn blowers of the King's Gate followed... In a short while, the horn of the enemy attack resounded throughout the city.

In the City Watch barracks under the Iron Gate wall.

Splash!

A bucket of cold water was poured on the face of the drunken centurion. The centurion suddenly sat up, his eyes widened in anger, about to explode, when the sound of the enemy attack horn was heard in his ears: high-pitched, loud, and urgent.

The centurion was shocked, jumped up, "Guard, immediately go to the Red Keep and notify Commander Addam Marbrand."

"Yes, sir!" A guard hurried away.

The centurion came out of the room, not understanding any of the situation, but he had basic military qualities: "All soldiers, form up!"

The soldiers in the barracks were already dressed neatly, but no one gave orders, and they were in a mess in front of the barracks. With the centurion's order to form up, the soldiers quickly formed a queue.

"Get on the wall, defend!" the centurion shouted. The water on his hair flowed down his hair to his face and then to his chin. In the wailing of the enemy attack, the atmosphere was tense, and no one laughed.

On the other side, the Clegane soldiers were sitting lazily in the barracks, eating and drinking, as if they had not heard any horns at all.

The enemy attacking King's Landing seemed to have nothing to do with them.

At the entrance of the barracks, several Clegane soldiers laughed loudly at the City Watch's appearance of being faced with a great enemy, not concealing their ridicule.

This was Chiswyck's army under Clegane's command. Most of the soldiers were cruel bandits before becoming official soldiers. After being baptized by several wars with tens of thousands of people on each side, these street hooligans and recruits had quickly become real iron-blooded veterans.

They did not hear dense war drums or the thunderous sound of horses' hooves that slightly shook the ground, so they knew that there were not many incoming troops. A small group of troops came to attack King's Landing, and heavy troops were stationed in King's Landing. The people who came were either fools or simply tired of living.

The mountain tribe warriors who originally lived here were transferred to the Mud Gate because the mountain tribe warriors were addicted to alcohol, and tribes often fought and killed people because of drinking, gambling, or a word or a charming look. Moreover, they ridiculed the Mountain for training troops and queues, so the Mountain focused on rectifying them, and all one thousand warriors were pulled to the Mud Gate and handed over to Ser Jekko Bywater to train hard.

Compared to their past lives, the mountain tribe warriors' lives were simply entering paradise. Under the Mountain's strong oppression, they had to accept queues, offense and defense, and various formation changes that they thought were very ridiculous.

*

The Kingsguard knight Osmund Kettleblack, guarding the hall of Maegor's Holdfast, pushed open a narrow crack in the door. The noise inside suddenly rushed out, making the soldier who came to report feel uncomfortable.

The soldier was wearing a gold cloak, so Osmund let him in to find Commander Addam Marbrand himself.

Inside the hall, people came and went, all with exquisite makeup and sparkling jewelry. Noble ladies and ladies competed for beauty, knights were noble and elegant, singers, harpists, clowns, magicians, and comedians showed their skills, trying to win the favor of the nobles in front of them. If they were lucky, the nobles would be happy and reward a piece of jewelry, which would be enough to sell for a lifetime of food.

This was the first time the soldier had entered the hall of Maegor's Holdfast. He finally had to ask several gold cloak guards for help, and finally found Addam Marbrand with the help of the Captain of the Kingsguard, Loras Tyrell.

Addam Marbrand was drinking happily. He was startled when he heard the report, glanced at the Mountain beside him, got up, and came to the Hand of the King, who was sitting like a sculpture, and whispered in his ear.

Duke Tywin's expression did not change. Soon, his guard captain, Waltyr Lannister, came to the Mountain's side: "Mountain, the Hand of the King wants you to come."

The Mountain did not move.

Waltyr Lannister's expression changed slightly, but today was a special day, so he decided to endure it: "Mountain, the Hand of the King has something very urgent to see you about."

Two maids were cutting thinly grilled meat for the Mountain and coating it with honey. He was using chopsticks, chewing slowly: "Waltyr Lannister, are you a knight?"

"...Uh...no..."

"Are you a ser? A viscount? A baron? An earl? A marquis?"

Waltyr Lannister's face turned red immediately. He had not touched a drop of wine: "I am not a ser, Mountain."

"I am the Duke of Dragonstone." The Mountain put down his chopsticks and stared at Waltyr Lannister. "Now do you know how to address me? Soldier Waltyr Lannister!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wallis Lannister's forehead and the tip of his nose. "Yes, Ser Gregor Clegane, the Hand requests your presence."

The Mountain slowly stood up. "Wallis Lannister, remember this: do not let your impudence shame the honor of House Lannister, though you are not a true Lannister."

"Yes, Ser!" Wallis Lannister felt a flush of heat spread through his body. He lowered his head, bowed, and gestured. "This way, Ser!"

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