Under Riverrun 2

Ser Daven continued venting his fury. "Before this, I sent Ser Forrester as my envoy to the Inn at the Kneeling Man, hoping we could discuss the siege of Riverrun together, only for him to receive treatment that was practically an insult! Not only did he demand that I hand over provisions, he even warned me that if the battle went poorly, he would take over the campaign at Riverrun! He's nothing but a lucky upstart, an upstart from the swamps of Crackclaw Point. A swamp flower keeps provoking a lion!"

Ser Jaime raised a brow. "Did Ser Forrester return safely? He didn't lose an arm or a leg?"

Ser Daven looked puzzled. Jaime shrugged and added, "Don't forget the nickname of the lords of Crackclaw Point... Half-Wildling nobles."

Then, frowning, he looked at Ser Daven and spoke sternly. "My cousin, though you are the Warden of the West, he is the Duke of the Eyrie and a renowned commander known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Back at the Red Keep, even my father and Uncle Kevan respected his counsel... Look at it from another angle. You sent an envoy to discuss the war with him, while he came to care for the Riverlands refugees. Wouldn't that seem like a provocation to him as well?"

Ser Daven scratched his messy hair and said blankly, "Should I go meet Duke Crabb in person?"

Jaime raised his cup to Daven. "Trust me, he's a very easygoing duke."

After taking a drink, Ser Daven sat down. After a pause, he sighed. "In terms of qualifications, Jaime should be the Warden of the West. I'm not saying I dislike the honor, but the title of Warden of the West came as a surprise to me, and it weighs heavily on me as well. No one