Lady Roslin's voice was full of annoyance and regret. "I asked him to deal with Wildlings, and he did a good job."
"I asked him to do whatever he wanted. Regarding the disputed land, is this what he did?"
She pointed at the submission, her fingers almost touching the paper.
"He's about to start a war!"
"Does he think he can win?!"
Old Maester Walder opened his clear eyes, his eyes as calm as water. "Madam, from a legal perspective, this document written by Suleiman is watertight."
"And even the good ones will become the model for Seven Kingdoms."
"It will be sung."
His voice was slow and clear, as if he was explaining a difficult problem to an anxious student.
"He put himself in the position of the victim, accused House Legg of crimes, and made it clear that he was only targeting House Legg,
This makes it difficult for anyone to legally accuse him."
"At the same time, it also makes it difficult for others to interfere."
"Legal principles?" Mrs. Roseman raised her voice, almost irritated by the word. "Maester Walder, the problem now is war! He is my vassal! Others will think it was our instructions!"
She walked up to the bachelor, put her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at him.
"He is our House Deddings vassal! He wants to go to war with another great noble! He didn't ask us for permission first! Instead, he directly announced Riverlands!"
Her voice was trembling with excitement.
"It's like my hound, disobeying its owner's orders, goes out and bites people on its own!"
"What does this make the Tully guardian of Riverrun think of us? How does this make the other Riverlands nobles think of us House Deddings?"
Maester Walder was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Mrs.:::
"We told him to take care of it...
?
These words were like a basin of cold water poured on Lady Roslin's anger,
She froze and straightened up, with a complex expression of anger and helplessness on her face.
Yes, it seems that she said it herself...
She was angry at Suleiman for making his own decisions. This kind of behavior that went beyond her direct action was an affront to her husband's authority.
I said I let him take care of it, not let him start a war. A small vassal should behave like a small vassal, asking for instructions in everything and waiting for orders.
But this Suleiman is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, completely ignoring the existence of the reins.
But for some reason, deep in her heart, there was a hint of secret joy and smile.
She has long been dissatisfied with Willow Town's House Legg. Those guys are greedy and arrogant. They despise her husband and occupy House Deddings's land, but they can always use various excuses to humiliate and prevaricate.
Now, with such a submission, Suleiman has almost nailed Roger, Leger to the pillar of shame for the entire Riverlands and even Seven Kingdoms.
This made her feel a sense of schadenfreude.
Moreover, the achievements this young man has made and the toughness and skill he has shown also prove that he is indeed a capable person.
A vassal who can give House Legg a headache is better than a submissive loser.
"What did we say in the reply to him before?" Roslin's voice calmed down, she needed a confirmation,
A step.
Maester Walder seemed to have been prepared. He accurately pulled out a copy of the letter from the pile of documents around him and unfolded it on the desktop.
He pointed at one of the lines with his finger and read softly, "Vicon Gorge has been given to you by me as a hereditary fiefdom for your family. You can enjoy the fire and support. You can make your own decisions on disputes and handle them appropriately."
"Make your own decision." Lady Roslin chewed on these four words and let out a long breath.
She felt her tense shoulders relax. It would be great if my husband was still by my side. This thought flashed through her mind, and then she dismissed it. Now, she manages the territory on behalf of her husband at the front.
She turned her head and said to Maester Walder, with a tone of relief that she had found an excuse. "Let's see."
"He made his own decision. We gave him the power. If something happens now, he should bear the responsibility himself."
She finally made up her mind.
"We don't do anything."
Maester Walder raised his head and looked at her.
Roslin continued, his thoughts becoming clearer.
"We can't help him. If we send troops, it will be equivalent to admitting that we support this war."
"My husband has always been a model family member loyal to House Tully."
"If he were here, he would never allow war to be launched under the peaceful rule guarded by Hoster."
"I can't tarnish his reputation."
She walked to the window and looked at the soldiers waving spears on the training field outside.
"But what should we do?"
Old Walder coughed softly and spoke slowly, "Then we will watch."
"House Legg really deserves some punishment."
"Let the little lion bite by himself. If he wins like Wildlings did, he solved the problem of Leger for us and shocked other neighbors with evil intentions. If he loses...:.:.
Old Man Bei paused and his voice became cold.
"Actually, I don't think he can win without the help of House Deddings. This is simply hopeless."
"If he loses, it will be just a disobedient vassal who has been taught a lesson. When the time comes, we will mediate as his lord, clean up the mess, force House Legg to make peace, and show our power."
Lady Roslin turned his head, hesitating a little, but still nodded, with a hint of approval on his face. "This may be the most beneficial choice for us."
"Then, just reply to Suleiman." Mrs. Rose Lin turned around and said, "The wording needs to be more careful, not only to let him know our dissatisfaction, but also not to make him feel that we are stabbing him in the back."
Maester Walder stood up and bowed slightly. "I understand, madam."
A small group of riders left Deddings Town and galloped towards the Mingyue Mountains in the east.
What they brought was an extremely official and ambiguous reply.
When the messenger arrived at Lion's Den, Suleiman and Evelyn were standing in front of a pile of felled wood outside Lion's Den, pointing.
Suleiman took the letter and started reading it. Evelyn stood beside him and his eyes fell on the parchment.
In the letter, Lady Roslin first reprimanded Suleiman for his recklessness in a stern tone, expressing his "sadness over the possible bloody conflict within Riverlands."
Seeing this, the corner of Suleiman's mouth moved. Generally speaking, I would not interfere.
Then, the letter changed the topic and said, "Since this matter has been reported to Riverlords of the Riverlands, and the cause is House Legg's breach of trust."
"Deddings Town will remain neutral on this matter based on the principle of fairness and pay close attention to the development of the situation."
At the end of the letter, Lady Roslin also "reminded" Suleiman to "keep in mind his identity and honor as a vassal of House Deddings."
Suleiman and Evelyn looked at each other and smiled. In fact, Formal War Petition wanted this result. Everyone did not intervene for various reasons. Some did not want to participate, and some thought that they were not House Legg's opponents and did not need to participate. But in fact, everyone had this situation in mind. They had a good reputation and did not want to bear the infamy.
At this time on the Westeros Continent, not many shocking things had happened. The nobles could use conspiracy and tricks behind their backs, but they could not be caught.
Suleiman folded the letter paper, handed it to Lushen, and said in front of the Deddings Town messenger, "Burn it."
Lushen took the letter and threw it into the nearby brazier without hesitation. The parchment curled up in the flames and quickly turned into black ashes.
The envoy of Lady Roslin saluted with gratitude and respect.
Suleiman looked past the brazier and back at the thick trees in front of him, showing a strange smile.