Lyman Frey was woken up by a splash of urine.
The commander of Frey army sleepily pushed away the white thigh that was pressing on his chest. When he reached the corner of the tent and faced Chamber Pot, there was a loud crash.
However, when he was halfway through urinating, the curtain was suddenly and violently opened, and he almost couldn't hold it back.
The morning light shone in and made him squint.
"Damn, what a bastard...
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But he was stuck in the middle of his curse, because a large group of heavily armed knights rushed in.
There were about seven or eight people, wearing fine full-body plate armor and hanging Longsword around their waists. They were like a pack of wolves breaking into the sheepfold, squeezing the originally spacious tent to the brim.
The two prostitutes were frightened awake by the fight. They rolled and crawled into the corner of the tent with their skirts in their arms, not daring to raise their heads.
Damn it!
The enemy is coming???
As the commander of an army of two thousand men, Frey Ser's first reaction was not to pick up a weapon to resist. Instead, his legs slumped and he sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes in confusion.
Only then did he discover that his eldest son, Edwyn, was also in the team. Well... it didn't look like he was being coerced.
But if it's not an enemy, it's...
Lyman's heart skipped a beat.
His eyes were fixed on the middle-aged knight at the front, whose breastplate had a conspicuous Fleet Hunter badge embroidered on it.
Tully!
You came so quickly, didn't you mean you just set off from King's Landing?
Oh... right.
Lyman Then I remembered that it seemed like almost half a month had passed since I received Ravens.
It's just that in the past half month, he spent almost every day with a hangover, completely forgetting the passage of time.
harm.
Wine is really a good thing.
"I suggest you put on some clothes, Ser."
Randyll Tully looked at the structure of the room, sniffed lightly, and inhaled an indescribable smell.
He frowned and ordered someone to come forward and throw a blanket to Lyman.
However, Lyman Frey himself does not have any similar self-consciousness.
He is the grandson of Walder Frey. What the Freys are best at is sowing seeds in their beds. What's so shameful about that?
Besides, these people broke in without warning. It was you who broke the rules first. Why should I feel embarrassed?
Not only did he have no intention of getting up, but he leaned back on the bed carelessly, with his hairy calves exposed from under the loose lining, and raised his chin. "This is my territory, should you say hello in advance when you break in, Lord Tully?"
As he said that, he actually picked up a wine bottle from the ground, shook it, and found half a bottle left.
Gudonggudong poured it into the stomach.
"Burp"
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"Cool!"
Seeing this situation, even Randyll Tarly, who had never had any illusions about the Freys, could not help but feel deeply disappointed.
This guy's performance simply set a new limit for him.
I originally thought that Duke Mace Tyrell was already outrageous, but I didn't expect that there was someone more outrageous than him.
"Thanks to you."
I wanted to find a place to sit down, but considering that every place in the tent might be stained with descendants of Lyman Frey, I had to give up.
As a result, Randyll Tarly had to stand where he was and taunted: "The Iron Throne believes that your "protracted war" tactic under Riverrun was a great success and successfully consumed the enemy."
"No, it has consumed almost all our food and patience."
"Therefore, I was ordered to come and take over the mess you left, so that you and your sons can return to Lee River City without distractions and continue the great legacy of the Frey family...
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His eyes meaningfully glanced back and forth between Lyman's open skirt and the two prostitutes.
,... the cause of creating people."
"Hahaha!!!"
As soon as these words came out, both the Iron Throne elite and the Frey family members in the tent burst into unbridled laughter.
Seeing this, Lyman Frey finally jumped up from the bed and stared at Randyll Tarly.
"Lord Tully!"
"Don't think that because you are the Minister of Justice sent by the Iron Throne, you can insult the Frey family in front of me!"
"We have been here for three months. The soldiers are hungry and cold, and the food and grass are running out day by day. Is this all for ourselves?"
"We shed our blood for the Iron Throne!"
This guy spoke so righteously that his spittle almost flew to Randyll Tarly's face.
That confident attitude was no different from scolding a servant.
"What do you mean by bleeding, do you mean attacking the city with shit and bare buttocks?" Randyll Tarly said sarcastically.
Hearing this, Lyman Frey's face turned red.
However, at this moment, a knight carrying a hammer came in carrying Edmure Tully.
"How could this prisoner enter my tent!" Lyman Frey reacted almost instinctively, pointing at Edmure Tully: "He should be hung on the gallows and given a good look at those idiots in Riverrun!"
"Who allowed you to put him down? Drag him out! Hang him up again!"
"Kick them out, Edwyn!"
However, the eldest son, who always obeyed his words, just glanced at the knight holding the hammer, and then immediately lowered his head in fear.
Are you kidding me?
This guy just broke the wooden pillar that was thicker than his waist without using a hammer. You want me to go up and fight with him?
And...
Edwyn glanced at one of the prostitutes in the corner, and his face became a little gloomy.
I obviously fell in love with that woman first!
However, at this moment, a clear and powerful voice sounded.
"The prisoner you are talking about is your aunt's husband, Frey!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the knights automatically retreated to both sides to make way. At the entrance of the tent, a slender figure wearing a cloak slowly walked in.
The hood was pulled down very low, covering most of his face.
After arriving in front of everyone, he reached out and opened it without any hesitation, and a head of auburn hair came into view.
Seeing this familiar face in his memory, Edmure, who had never been to Winterfell before, his eyes flickered and he murmured, "Catelyn""
"No, Uncle."
Maiden smiled, "I am Sansa, Sansa Stark."
night.
The dinner prepared by the Frey family was quite sumptuous, but it was obviously impossible to arrange it too extravagantly during a march.
What's more, the Freys don't have any sophisticated taste to speak of.
A piece of linen cloth that was barely clean was spread on the marching table, and bacon, hard bread, and stewed beans were placed on it. A few barrels of Ale were brought in from nearby towns, and it was enough to hold a reception banquet.
This dinner is already considered very good at a time when food supplies are about to run out.
But Lyman Frey doesn't care about that.
They besieged the city for three months, and King Nanwang's division finally received reinforcements from the Iron Throne for another year, giving him the opportunity to finally end this "arduous" siege career as soon as possible.
Even if he was mocked in public by Randyll Tarly during the day, he would quickly forget about it.
Nothing is more important than drinking.
However, what made him feel embarrassed was that Randyll Tully was sitting at the main seat and eating slowly, without saying a word during the whole process, giving him no chance to compare their drinking abilities.
What's even more outrageous is that the personal knights brought by Randyll Tarly don't even drink.
So fucking elite?
Looking around at the Freys who were fighting and drinking, Lyman felt for the first time that his old face was a bit awkward.
But none of this matters.
The important thing is...
He took a sip of wine and pretended to casually glance at the red-haired Maiden, Lyman who was not far away from Randyll Tully, his eyes rolling around.
This Stark girl is indeed very elegant, and her eating movements are very quiet, which is incompatible with the loud and loud noise around her.
He is also very courageous, and when he is among a group of Freys, he does not seem to have any fear on his face.
But... what do those guys at the Imperial Council think?
He actually asked a Stark to come to the Frey family camp, and it was said that he was the fiancée of the Hand of the King?
I don't understand, I really don't understand.
Immediately Lyman shook his head again and took a big gulp of wine down his throat.
Since I can't figure it out, it's better to have a drink first and try to add some younger brothers and sisters to Edwyn later.
The person who had the same doubts as Lyman was Edmure Tully.
He was sitting opposite Sansa. He had already changed out of the tattered clothes that were covered with dirt. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He lowered his head and held the wine glass in both hands, but he barely drank.
The scene during the day is still replaying in my mind.
When Sansa opened her hood and her long maroon hair poured down, he almost thought he saw his sister Catelyn.
The eyebrows, eyes and contours all reflect the temperament of the Tully family.
I still remember that when the wedding had just begun in the Li Hecheng hall, Catelyn was sitting next to Robb, putting a hand on his son's arm and listening to what he was whispering.
Edmure had already drunk a lot of wine at that time. He hugged Ros Lin and smiled stupidly, raising a glass to his sister from a distance.
That was the last time he saw her.
Later, he was carried out by the Bridal Chamber people and became drunk and unconscious in the new house.
The next day, I heard that my sister's throat had been slit, her body had been stripped naked and thrown into the Green Fork River, and that she had become a prisoner of the Frey family.
"I've never met you."
I don't know how long it took, but Edmure finally plucked up the courage to speak, "But you are more beautiful than your mother, Sansa."
Hearing this, Sansa put down the tableware without any change in the expression on her face, and replied very politely, "You are exactly what my mother once told me, Uncle."
As soon as these words came out, Edmure was speechless.
He didn't know what his sister thought of him on a daily basis, but the only interaction between Sansa and him was probably the scene during the day when he lay face-down among the broken wood of the gallows.
It was really embarrassing to see my niece behave in such a virtuous manner for the first time.
Thinking of this, Edmure picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, trying to suppress his embarrassment with Ale.
"Why are you following... Randyll Tarly?"
After calming down, Edmure asked again, "And those Black Hand Banner, what's going on?"
"I am engaged to the King's Hand Vito·Corleone."
Sansa looked directly at Edmure with her blue eyes, and said in an extremely plain tone what shocked him even more, "He promised to help me take back Winterfell."
"Before that, we need to retake Riverrun and get help from the Riverlands, so I'm here."
Edmure was stunned.
Engaged?
With the Riverlander who rose to fame in King's Landing?
He opened his mouth to say something, but found that his mind was a mess.
When he first heard Corleone's name, Edmure didn't pay much attention to it. He just remembered this person because he was from the Riverlands. After all, how promising can a Farmer be?
But as his reputation becomes more and more famous, Black Hand Mafia's business is now spread almost throughout central Westeros. Everyone knows that there is a big shot in King's Landing named Vito·Corleone.
He was making money every day, and there were even legends that his wealth even surpassed that of the Lannister!
Sometimes Edmure couldn't help but wonder, why didn't his father realize that there was such a talent in the Riverlands when he was the Duke of Riverrun?
And now, Corleone has become the Hand of the King, and his niece is engaged to him?
Is she serious?
Or are you forced by pressure and circumstances like yourself?
"That Corleone...
He spoke with some difficulty, "I heard he is a pretty tough guy."
Hearing this, Sansa did not answer directly, but stretched out her hand to gently cover Edmure's hand and said seriously, "He is very good to me."
"I've never been safer, Uncle."
Seeing her say this, Edmure felt relieved, but at the same time he felt very guilty.
This girl, my sister's eldest daughter, must have faced a lot of hardships alone in King's Landing during the months he was hanging on the gallows, eating and waiting to die.
But as Uncle, he can't do anything...
Sansa seemed to know what he was thinking.
She didn't beat around the bush, but smiled directly at Edmure.
"Can you help me convince Uncle Brynden to surrender the city, Uncle?"
The smile bloomed in the candlelight, as bright as a blooming winter snow flower Rose, which made Edmure feel dazed for a moment.
But he quickly lowered his head again.
"Sorry, Sansa."
"The Freys have mentioned this to me before, but... not to mention that Riverrun is not under my control now, Uncle Brynden's will will not change just because of my few words."
Speaking of this, Edmure sighed, "What's more, the Iron Throne has already promised Riverrun to Lyman's uncle Aemon Frey.
"Even if Randyll Tarly captures Riverrun, the castle will be captured by the Frey family. With Walder Frey's virtue, how can he lead the riverlands to help you?"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a deep drink of Ale, as if he didn't dare to look into his niece's eyes.
"Frey.
Hearing this, Sansa seemed to feel a little disappointed and looked around.
Everyone in the Frey family was drinking and having fun. Lyman had already hugged a prostitute who didn't know where he came from and started drinking like crazy. His eldest son Edwyn was in the corner with a gloomy face, staring at his father.
The younger Frey was having a fist fight and drinking, and someone next to him banged the table and sang "The Rains of Castamere" at the top of his lungs.
There is a relaxed atmosphere everywhere that is about to break up.
"Was your wedding in Twins City also like this, Uncle?"
Sansa's voice reached his ears, and Edmure came back to his senses, just in time to look into his niece's seemingly clear but terrifyingly cold eyes.
"The master of Riverrun has always been Tully, and the North will never forget this."
The corners of Sansa's mouth raised slightly, revealing a pure and flawless smile.
In the eyes of others, that smile seemed innocent and innocent, but in Edmure's eyes, it sent a chill down his back.
Seeing this, Edmure swallowed before he could say anything.
"Why didn't you call me for such a good dinner?" A sinister voice sounded from the entrance of the tent without warning.
Everyone's attention was attracted. Edmure looked and saw a short and thin figure coming from the door.
"Aemon·Frey."
At this time, Sansa's voice sounded in Edmure's ears again.
"As long as he dies, you will still be the Duke of Riverrun after the city is destroyed...
"I guarantee this in the name of my future husband, the former Prime Minister Vito·Corleone."
"Uncle."