"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Every aisle, every exit, every corner of the High Hall!
Hundreds of soldiers of House Frey drew the swords at their waists at the same moment!
The gleaming blades reflected a cold, bloodthirsty light beneath the flickering flames.
They turned the entire hall into a steel cage bristling with fangs!
At the same time, the High Hall's two massive oak doors were locked tight!
"Boom!"
That resounding crash cut off everyone's escape and shattered the last shred of hope in the hearts of House Tully.
"Ah!"
A woman of House Tully let out a terrified scream, only for her husband beside her to clamp a hand over her mouth.
Panic spread through the Tully seats in an instant, like a plague.
"Walder Frey! You godforsaken bastard!"
"Fuck your mother!"
Brynden Tully, the Blackfish, glared with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.
He overturned the table before him and drew the sword at his waist.
Cups and plates shattered across the floor with a piercing crash.
Yet the moment he rose, the world spun around him, and a savage cramp tore through his belly!
"Pfft-"
A mouthful of black blood gushed from his lips, splattering the white tablecloth in a horrifying stain!
"The wine... the wine was poisoned?!"
Brynden dropped to one knee, propping himself up with his sword.
His weathered face was filled with disbelief and fury.
He looked at his nephew Edmure, then at the Tully vassals whose faces were likewise contorted in pain as they collapsed one after another.
They had all drunk that so-called "wine of reconciliation"!
"Lysa!"
Brynden raised his head with every ounce of strength he had left.
His bloodshot eyes fixed on the woman at the place of honor, her face twisted with venom and madness.
"You... you poisonous bitch!"
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