The next day.
Twenty-five thousand Vale troops left Harrenhal and rushed to Duskendale.
Before leaving, Vale lords, in accordance with the rules, each left their eldest son (heir) with Gary to act as a bodyguard.
Warden of the East, Robert·Arryn Duke was also left in the North military camp by them.
Robert·Arryn himself was very happy about this. He dragged the newly recruited dwarf jester and ran to Tyrion's camp all day long.
Tyrion was so disturbed that he no longer worked in his tent. He would hide in Barristan's tent during the day to handle affairs.
Gary's the North army stayed in Harrenhal for a few days. After the North's rear supply line extended here, he led the army south to Maidenpool.
House Tully is reorganizing Riverlands, and I'm afraid there is no spare power to support him. Not only military support, but also material support will not be available.
Every time I think of this, Gary becomes sad.
Riverlands, which he spent so much effort to capture, could not help him in his southern expedition? It's really... sad.
Crownlands, King's Landing.
In the conference hall of Red Keep, Cersei learned of Jaime's defeat at Riverrun, and urgently convened Small Council.
She sat on the main seat with a solemn expression, "Everyone, the North is marching south. They have captured Riverlands and stationed troops at Harrenhal. The next target of these rebels is King's Landing! You are still hanging around the damn J Hall all day long, do you want to sit back and wait for death?"
Cersei and Small Council are just a bunch of idiots with no use at all. They have a rather "share the blessings and share the hardships" culture, and they don't worry about the outcome of the war at all.
Treasury Manager (Master of Coin) Harris Swiffer said with a smile, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother is overly worried. We have an army of 70,000. How can the North be able to shake it? If they dare to set foot on Crownlands, they must be prepared to bury their bones here."
Cersei also thought so and nodded in agreement, "That's right. We have to defeat them before they arrive at King's Landing!"
Master of Whisperers Qyburn brought them back to reality, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, the North has Dragon, they can fly past our army and fly to King's Landing. I think the top priority is to repair the giant ballistae."
Cersei quietly clasped his trembling hands and forced a smile, "Well, I'll leave this matter to you."
"Yes." Qyburn bowed his head and said yes.
Hand of the King Alton Mariweis, scoffed at the so-called Dragon and Magic, "What Dragon? That's the North Lies fabricated by E. Before I saw Dragon with my own eyes, I would not believe that the North had Dragon."
Qyburn looked sideways, "Lord Mariweis, regardless of whether the North has Dragon or not, it is an indisputable fact that King in the North has occupied the land of the Three Kingdoms. We cannot take it lightly and must fight the enemy with all our strength."
Alton Marewes couldn't stand this gloomy guy, and replied, "Master of Whisperers's duty is to gather information, not to participate in decision-making."
Qyburn has no intention of arguing and just keeps silent.
Cersei looks to Master of Laws on the left Mace·Tyrell, "Does Duke Tyrell have any good opinions? According to my information, the North's first battle will attack Maidenpool. I remember that it is guarded by Randyll·Tarly Earl, right?"
Among the Small Council members, the strongest one is naturally the Reach Duke Mace·Tyrell. He has thirty thousand troops stationed in various places in Crownlands.
It's just that he is currently worried about the dispute between the Reach and Ironborn, and is not concerned about the war between Lannister and Stark, so he has remained silent.
Now that the Queen Mother took the initiative to ask, he could only stand up and answer, "In the town on the north side of Crownlands, the only one who guards Maidenpool is Randyll·Tarly, who is the Reach Noble, other towns are guarded by the nobles Crownlands and Westerlands. I hope Her Majesty the Queen Mother can send people to support Randyll·Tarly and not let him fight alone."
Cersei already has a plan in mind, "Tyrell Duke, don't worry, my military order was issued as early as yesterday, Crownlands towns in the north will send troops to support Maidenpool."
Mace·Tyrell did not put forward any constructive suggestions. After saying this, he sat back in his seat.
Cersei couldn't come up with any results after discussing with them, so he left for a while feeling a little annoyed.
After the meeting.
The Queen Mother secretly summoned Qyburn. She took out the secret letter "Littlefinger" Baelish and discussed countermeasures with Qyburn.
Qyburn read the letter and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty rejected Duke Baelish?"
Cersei didn't know the North was so powerful at first, so she didn't take Baelish's advice seriously. Now that she learned that the North's army had both Dragon and Giants, she immediately panicked.
She drank the wine awkwardly, "No, I haven't replied to Baelish yet. What do you think of Baelish's strategy?"
Qyburn thought about it carefully for a while and said with a smile, "It is difficult to implement, but once it is successful, it can be done once and for all. It is a good idea, Your Majesty will consider it carefully."
Cersei finished the wine in the glass and said nervously, "The person who executes the tactics is very important. Now that Jaime is not here, who should I choose?"
Qyburn said slowly, "Your Majesty, with Duke Baelish taking care of things, the general who leads the troops is actually not important. Your Majesty just needs to remember that this general can only be one of House Lannister's own, not the Reach's general."
Essos, one of Nine Free Cities, Lys.
In an open-air hot spring in a courtyard, a blue-haired man slowly stepped into the pool, wanting to wash away his fatigue with the warm water.
He dived into the hot spring and relaxed his body.
It wasn't until he heard footsteps that he came out again.
An old man with white hair walked to the hot spring and said, "Prince Prince, Varys sent a secret message. The North and Iron Throne are at war again. The Reach is invaded by Ironborn and has no time to take care of itself. Now is a good opportunity to counterattack Westeros."
The man called the prince leaned against the wall of the hot spring, "Hand of the King, what do you mean?"
The old man has been waiting for so many years and can't wait to return to his hometown. "Prince, we have Golden Company and Unsullied. In addition, you have inherited your brother Viserys's engagement. As long as you return to Westeros and show your identity, Dorne will also support us."
Unknowingly, the man's hair began to fade, turning from blue to silver. His purple eyes were almost exactly the same color as those of a certain Targaryen princess.
"Iron Bank, have you contacted me?"
The old man nodded, "They sent a reply. If Cersei·Lannister refuses to repay the debt, they will turn around and support us. But the premise is that we must admit the debt Iron Throne owed before."
The man closed his eyes and said calmly, "No problem, as long as we can get back Iron Throne..."