The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Dafeng couldn't believe his eyes. He had only slept, and the ship had arrived at Lannisport? One sleep, one night, half a day, this was absolutely impossible.

From Oldtown to Lannisport, even taking the fastest water route, it would take more than ten days.

How long had he slept?

Those dreams in between, the feeling of being helped up to drink something, were they all real?

Ordinary dream wine, poppy milk concocted by the maesters, could all induce deep sleep.

What if they had been prepared? And mixed in something different...

Dafeng's ten toes, crushed by the iron hammer, made him feel mentally numb and dazed, but he could still recognize Lannisport!

The merchant ships that used to come and go in Lannisport were gone, reduced by half. He knew the reason. When the news of the Mountain returning with his troops came, the merchant ships in Lannisport chose to leave...

The Mountain stood on the breakwater, and who else was there? Two maids on either side, Rosamund Lannister, Centurion Balon Lannister, Captain of the Guard Gna Lannister, and a large group of nobles and knights from Lannisport. And the naval captains and generals of Lannisport... He didn't see Maester Bancroft beside Rosamund...

Behind the Mountain stood a pack of fierce and unfamiliar guards.

On the long breakwater, and even further on the shore, the city's garrison soldiers, nobles, knights, mercenaries, and commoners were crowded together, men and women, old and young, a sea of people. Had the entire city come? Were they not afraid of the brutal and terrifying Mountain chopping off their heads?

Dafeng looked at the crowds on the shore. He was a Lannister. The Mountain's vicious methods against the Lannisters would soon be known to the king, and Queen Cersei would know immediately. Uncle Kevan Lannister would surely react, and Tywin Lannister, who would soon be freed, would not let the Mountain go. When that time came, these onlookers would all have their heads chopped off...

Footsteps came from the cabin below deck. Torbert pushed a disheveled woman up from the lowest level of the cabin, her hair covering her face. The woman was barefoot, her feet very dirty, wearing a dirty robe of indiscernible color that reeked of stale odor. Her insteps were bloody, and she hung her head, looking as if she couldn't stand at all, just like him.

If Torbert didn't hold her up, she would collapse on the floor! Dafeng himself was the same. His arms were being held up by someone on either side, otherwise, as soon as they let go, he would collapse... Even so, his broken toes rubbed against the deck, and with the slightest movement, each touch was excruciating. Kevan wanted to commit suicide, but he couldn't, he had no chance and no strength... He deeply understood what it meant to be better off dead...

Although Dafeng couldn't see the woman's face... but...

"Carol!" Dafeng said, "Carol, I'm sorry!"

The woman was his wife, Carol Terrick.

Torbert said he had thrown Carol into the sea, but in fact... he hadn't given her a quick death... Dafeng looked at Torbert. These people were too vicious. What had Carol suffered? He would rather Carol be a camp prostitute... Which of these Mountain's dogs was telling the truth? Which one was lying?

Carol raised her head, and from between her disheveled hair, Dafeng saw an uninjured face. Carol was still so beautiful, but her eyes were dull. Thankfully, Carol hadn't been beaten.

"Ah, ah ah!" Carol said.

Her throat was hoarse, and she couldn't speak complete words.

These beasts had made her mute, but hadn't damaged her face.

Torbert felt something warm flowing down his face. Was he crying? That was impossible. In front of the Mountain, Lannisters never cried... However, he was crying after all, tears uncontrollable.

"Lord Torbert, kill me!" Dafeng begged, "Please, kill me!"

Torbert gave him a smiling look, gentle, kind, and full of goodwill: "Don't worry, Ser Dafeng, you will die!"

Despair and fear overwhelmed Dafeng like a tide.

*

The ship docked, and Dafeng and his wife were dragged off the ship.

There was a garrison on the breakwater, all his subordinates from when he was acting city lord. Hundreds of garrison soldiers were watching Dafeng and Carol, silent.

There were many Lannisters in the garrison, but they looked at Dafeng as if they were looking at a stranger, expressionless.

"Ser Dafeng, have you even lost the courage to stand up?" The Mountain's voice boomed, drowning out the sound of the waves crashing against the embankment.

"Lord Mountain, please, kill me!" Dafeng said. His pleading voice and the tears on his face disgusted all the knights.

"You shaved your beard, Ser Dafeng," the Mountain said. "I remember you swore that you would never shave your beard and hair until you killed Earl Castark, because Castark killed your father. But not only did you shave your beard, you also shaved your hair."

Only then did Dafeng realize that his head was cold. Someone must have shaved his hair and beard when he was unconscious. This was to trample on his honor and his only bit of dignity in front of the entire city.

"You are no longer worthy of being a Lannister!" The Mountain announced.

The shore was a sea of people, silent. People looked at Dafeng, who had shaved off the Lannister's signature golden hair and full beard, with different expressions.

Dafeng's oath was well known throughout the city, and it was also his famous quote that inspired the three thousand soldiers he had once recruited to train hard in military skills: I will never shave until I kill Earl Castark!

"Miss Rosamund, please, kill me," Dafeng turned to Rosamund to plead.

Rosamund had been moved by the wounds and sad expression on Dafeng's face. This time she didn't cover her face with her hands, but turned her head away.

"Centurion Balon, Captain Gna, Knight Orliss, give me a sword, please, for the sake of the Lannisters, give me a quick death!"

"Ser, I can't help you!" Knight Orliss said coldly.

Centurion Balon said sternly: "Ser Dafeng, please maintain your honor."

"Hold your head high and stand up! Ser! It's not that difficult!" Captain Gna said indifferently.

"I, cannot stand!"

The boots on Dafeng's feet had been specially polished by one of Torbert's brothers, and they looked brand new. Torbert did everything down to the details, and it was said that details determined success or failure.

The Mountain waved his hand, and the group went up to the shore avenue. Two carriages came over, one was a real carriage with curtains, and the other was a 'pillory cart' invented by Earl Amory Lodge at the Crossroads Inn on the Trident River, which everyone had never seen before.

The pillory cart was very narrow, and no child could enter such a narrow space, but Ser Amory Lodge was a genius, and he had a way to lock an adult in it. Lady Harrenhal had enjoyed Earl Lodge's 'pillory cart' treatment.

Lady Carol was helped into the real carriage, and everyone couldn't see her. The Mountain showed unprecedented kindness and mercy to a lady, a woman.

Torbert came to Rosamund and presented a package: "Miss Rosamund, unfortunately, Clayton and Aaron only left these for you."

Rosamund took the package, and Sansa helped her open it. It was some children's clothes, and a 'suicide note'.

"Miss Rosamund," Torbert said with a sad expression, "Clayton and Aaron were strong-willed. When I told them about the heinous crimes committed by Ser Dafeng, the two children could not accept the family's honor being so tarnished by their father. They left this package and this suicide note for you in the middle of the night, and then resolutely chose to jump into the sea. Such strong and unyielding Lannister children, I propose that we should bury their remains in the Lannister crypt, and ask a scholar to write them into the Lannister family history. I hope to commend their integrity and courage."

Rosamund looked at Torbert's serious nonsense, and at Sansa's prompting, she said: "Knight, I am very grateful for everything you have done, and I think your suggestion is very good. I am very grateful that you can give me the remains of Clayton and Aaron..." Rosamund's tears couldn't help but well up in her eyes. She was in a sad mood and couldn't continue.

Clayton, Aaron and Rosamund were good friends! They were only a few years older than Rosamund!

"I am also very sad, Miss. It is my dereliction of duty that I failed to protect Clayton and Aaron, and I am willing to accept any punishment from Miss Rosamund." Torbert reached out and wiped his dry eyes, hardened his heart and suppressed the goosebumps on his body, and insisted on finishing these disgusting words that disgusted himself and others.

His palms and back were sweating. This operation didn't require force or drawing a sword, but it was actually much more difficult than chopping people!

*

Dafeng was stripped of all his clothes, leaving only the pair of boots on his feet. He was sent to the pillory cart. The steel lock of the pillory cart was opened, and one side of the iron bars was laid flat on the cart. Dafeng grabbed one side of the pillory cart's iron bars, and the flattened side was pushed up. Several strong men worked together to forcibly close the two sides of the iron bars, and Dafeng screamed...

When the iron bars were embedded into Dafeng's snow-white flesh, the two sides of the iron bars successfully met, and Dafeng's fat body was squeezed into a thin space, and his entire body of flesh overflowed from the iron bars of the pillory cart.

Dafeng, who couldn't stand, successfully stood up. He couldn't turn around, couldn't turn his head left or right, and his hands, feet, and neck were all stuck, leaving only a pair of eyeballs free.

"Miss Rosamund!" The Mountain said.

Rosamund glanced at the city's executioner, and the executioner hurriedly replied, "Yes, Miss." He got into the pillory cart, and the pillory cart moved forward. The executioner's voice was extremely loud, which was a basic skill required for his profession: "All the city's lords, knights, soldiers, and citizens, listen up, Dafeng Lannister, on June 17, 299 of the Aegon calendar, led the three thousand new soldiers of Lannisport, and committed heinous crimes of indiscriminate killing, crime number one... crime number two... crime number three... Dafeng's wife, Carol Terrick, knew that her husband had committed heinous crimes, but did not choose the side of justice. Instead, she helped Dafeng and did some unforgivable and outrageous things, crime number one... crime number two... crime number three..."

The executioner's voice was extremely loud, like a giant bell, constantly announcing to the entire city the heinous crimes committed by Dafeng Lannister - Dafeng and Carol's Lannisport day trip began... The tour group had a strong lineup...

Glory belongs to Dafeng!

Sansa stood beside the Mountain, watching the people on both sides of the street spit on and scold Dafeng, and rotten cabbage and rotten eggs were thrown at Kevan. She suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She remembered the riot in King's Landing that she had experienced, that nightmare-like experience, which she would never forget.

Yes, King's Landing, unforgettable. Unforgettable was also a person, another Sansa Stark who still remained in King's Landing in her place!

*

King's Landing, Prime Minister's Tower.

"It's okay, Lady Sansa, I think the beef and beets you cooked are really delicious," Little Devil softly comforted the crying Sansa.

Little Devil sighed in his heart, he had to eat all the unpalatable food again, this was really... very him!

Sansa worked hard to learn how to cook, but she always messed it up. She hoped to cook a delicious meal for her husband with her own hands, and she hoped to make her husband happy, but her cooking skills were really too bad. This time she forgot to add salt, and the beets were not beets, but were stir-fried into bitter vegetables.

However, Sansa's daily embarrassment of the young couple - resulted in Little Devil's ability to comfort people and tell lies greatly improved in a short period of time.

Although this Sansa was not that Sansa, it could be seen from her cooking skills that she was worthy of being Sansa's best friend, living a 'noble lady' life like Sansa, opening her mouth to be fed.

"I'm sorry, my lord, the better you are to me, the more I feel... guilty."

*

Guilt?!

Little Devil glanced at Sansa sensitively. He signaled with his eyes, and the servants and maids all went down, including Shea.

As Sansa's personal maid, Shea moved into the Prime Minister's Tower with Sansa. When Little Devil wanted her, he no longer needed to sneak through the underground secret passage of the Prime Minister's Tower to Shea's Courtyard at the Iron Gate to meet her secretly.

Although his father gloriously put on the black clothes, Little Devil ushered in a new life. The only flaw was that the people of King's Landing liked to call him a traitor in person and behind his back, and the name Little Devil was not very famous. This made Little Devil somewhat disappointed.

When all the servants and maids left! When Sansa was cooking, were these people deliberately pointing out the bad side? Or were they turning a blind eye?

Little Devil shook his head, okay, except for him, the servants and maids didn't really respect this lady.

*

"Sansa, I just heard you say... guilt?"

"No, I didn't, my lord, please forgive me!"

What was Sansa hiding?

She was lying.

But who hadn't told a lie, even Sansa herself was a lie that could be exposed with a single poke.

"It's okay, my lady, we are a legal couple, no matter what you have done, what you have done, I will not be angry with you, I swear to you in the name of the Seven Gods, come on, tell me what's in your heart... tell me, and you will feel much better, really, I often do this to Bronn."

"...My lord, the King, the Queen Mother, Lord Petyr, Ser Kevan..."

"Oh, they are all my family, Lord Petyr is not, but he is my best Imperial Chancellor. What's wrong with them?"

"...They...they...they are investigating the disappearance of Sansa Stark at the Maiden Residence..."

"Oh!" Little Devil heard the sound of an egg falling from the air and breaking on the ground in his heart. He smiled: "We are all concerned about the truth of that matter, what, did you hear something?"

"They questioned me, Shay, and Gracey Tyrell. I don't know how Shay and Gracey Tyrell answered, but I told the truth..."

What a stupidly honest child!

"Oh, what truth did you tell, Sansa!"

"They already know that you let Sansa Stark go. I'm sorry, my lord, you, you, kill me!" Sansa burst into tears.

The Imp doubted whether her tears were more for her own misfortune or for her guilt.

Since marrying Sansa, the Imp had treated her with courtesy and had not taken her virginity! After Lord Tywin donned the black cloak, the Imp promised that he hoped to send her back to Winterfell when the time was right.

The Imp's kindness was rewarded with good, Sansa, Shay, and Gracey Tyrell had betrayed him.

"My lord, I'm sorry, but don't be afraid."

"Why?"

"Lord Petyr Baelish said that the king will soon have a grand wedding, and Lord Tywin has donned the black cloak again. The Martell family will soon arrive in King's Landing. At this time, the Hand cannot have an accident."

The Imp knew very well that Petyr Baelish would never let Sansa hear these words, but he let Sansa hear them. Why?

"My lady, I understand. Listen to me, all these things have passed. I am the Hand, you know, they chose me to be the Hand."

"Really? My lord!"

The Imp, who was lying, smiled: "Of course it's true, Sansa. When have I ever lied to you!"

He needs to get Bronn to rebuild a legion, a personal guard legion that belongs entirely to the Hand.

So, where's the money?

If the Hand wants to use the treasury's money, he has to find the Master of Coin, Littlefinger!

*

ps: There's more.

Thanks to [Chau534] [Unlike What] for the reward, thank you, handshake!