Aemon·Frey felt that he had never suffered so much in his life.
From morning until now, I have been looking up at Riverrun in the distance, and my neck is almost broken.
Damn Stark girl.
He cursed the red-haired woman repeatedly in his mind, trying to use anger to overcome the uneasiness that lingered no matter what.
He doesn't trust her.
After all, after experiencing such a bloody feud, how could the Freys trust a Stark?
But he had to believe it.
Because Aemon Frey has waited for too long.
He is the second son of Walder Frey. If he does not seize the opportunity of family expansion after Red Wedding, it will be difficult to get even a decent fief in this life, let alone the former capital of the Riverlands such as Riverrun.
At the beginning, nephew Lyman actually proposed using the surrendered lords of the Riverlands as cannon fodder to forcibly attack the city, but Aemon firmly opposed it.
After all, if that happens, the fiefdom that was finally obtained will be completely destroyed.
So when Sansa Stark said in the tent that she "came to help the Freys take Riverrun", Aemon simply couldn't refuse.
He really wants to be the Duke of Riverrun... the Bailord!
Therefore Aemon made up his mind, no matter what the Stark girl's plan was, as long as she got the castle first, and when she became the garrison of Riverrun Earl entered, what else could she do?
But the more anxious I felt, the longer time seemed to pass.
Most of the day had passed since Edmure Tully entered the city, the light began to dim, and the wind blew from the river with a damp coolness.
However, the silver fish flag of the Tully family still fluttered on the city wall, making a hunting sound in the dusk.
The city gates are closed and the drawbridge hangs high.
Why haven't you come out yet?
Could it be that he was detained by that black fish?
Or... are they just doing this to put Edmure Tully back?
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, feeling that he shouldn't have trusted that Stark girl in the first place, but just when Aemon was gradually losing his patience.
"The city gate is open!!! The city gate!!!" Beside him, his son Leonor suddenly exclaimed.
Aemon Turned around suddenly, looking across the river that was glowing in the dusk, and saw that the suspension bridge on the other side was slowly being lowered, and the heavy iron chains made a creaking sound.
And on the city wall, the silver fish flag that had been flying for several months was finally torn off!
Done!
Earl I became it!!!
At that moment, Aemon almost cried.
"Rush! Rush in!!!"
The celebration feast was held in the great hall of Riverrun.
The owner of the castle has just changed his surname, but the furnishings in the hall have not had time to change.
The long table was covered with a gold-embroidered tablecloth that had been dug out of the cellar. The edges had been eaten by insects, but it could barely hold up the scene.
Aemon·Frey sat at the main seat and had already drank three cups of Ale.
For a person who almost never drinks alcohol, this is a record-breaking amount of drinking.
It has to be said that he has been really useless these past few years.
To be precise, he has never lived a comfortable life since the day he married Genna Lannister.
That's right, Genna Lannister!
As the notorious second son of Frey, he never dreamed in his life that he would one day marry a Lannister, and she would also be Tywin's only sister!
All of this was thanks to the initially weak Duke Tytos.
Before getting married, Aemon Frey was extremely happy. After all, the name Lannister alone was enough for him to walk around in River Lee City.
However, he soon stopped laughing because it was not him who was walking sideways in Lihe City, but his wife.
Genna Lannister is much stronger than he thought.
On the first day after marrying into Li Hecheng, Genna took over all of Aemon's private money and stipulated that he could only drink one cup of Ale every day.
Then told him, "Drinking makes people look stupid, but you are already stupid enough."
Not only that, she also stipulated that Aemon must go home before dinner, and even stipulated the number of times he should go to the brothel every month...
Zero.
Under such high pressure, Aemon tried to resist once.
It was the third month after his wedding. He drank two more drinks in a tavern in Li Hecheng and came home half an hour late.
As a result, when I arrived at the door of my house, I saw Genna standing there, holding a Longsword embroidered with a golden lion in his hand. I almost chopped him up in the street!
Since then, Aemon has never dared to resist anything.
But today is different.
Because today, he became the Duke of Riverrun...Earl!
He, Aemon Frey, finally has his own castle and territory!
In my own territory, I can do whatever I want, even if I climb to the top of the castle and the crescent moon reaches the sky, it's no problem!
Thanks to the Seven Gods, Genna is now in Casterly Rock...
Something happened in King's Landing a while ago, and her brother Kevan Lannister took her back to her parents' home with a group of Red-cloaked Knight.
"Another pot!" Aemon, drunk with alcohol, patted the table and shouted boldly.
A young member of the Frey family next to him quickly filled it up for him. Aemon picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a big sip.
"Uncle Aemon is in a very good mood today." Someone next to him said with a smile.
"Nonsense!" Aemon slammed the wine glass on the table. "I'm in Riverrun Earl now! Who the hell dares to control me?"
He raised his head and looked around, his eyes scanning the crowd, as if waiting for someone to stand up and refute.
But obviously, no one refuted, they just unanimously cast a slightly pitiful look at him.
Sure enough, people will go crazy if they hold it in for a long time.
As time went by, Aemon began to get a little drunk, and everyone seemed to be trying to rob him of Riverrun.
Especially Randyll Tarly sitting at the other end of the long table, the surrender of Riverrun headed by Brynden, and... the red-haired Maiden in the corner.
"I am... the Lord of Riverrun!!!"
In order to show his current status, Aemon raised his wine glass and shouted loudly, which instantly attracted the responses of many Freys.
While drinking, he glanced in the direction of Sansa and others, as if to warn them not to covet my territory.
But if you drink too much, you will pee more.
Soon, Lemon stood up holding the table to pour the water. A Frey servant quickly supported him and led him out.
Go around the corridor and turn into a secluded corner.
"Right in front, my lord." the servant said softly.
Aemon waved his hand to signal him to leave, and then he staggered to the corner and untied his belt.
Just then.
"Father."
A slightly familiar voice came from behind the wall, it was the voice of a young man.
Aemon didn't care and continued to release water.
But then, another voice sounded, which made him tremble all over, and he almost had to hold back his half-empty urine!
It's Lyman!!!
"Have everything been arranged?" Although the voice was very low, in this silent night, every word penetrated Aemon's ears clearly.
"It's arranged, father."
Edwyn seemed a little hesitant. "But do you have to do it tonight? After all, he is your uncle, and parricide will be cursed by the gods."
"Shit curse!"
Lyman's voice was cold and decisive. "When we killed the Stark family under the roof, why didn't you pay attention to the curse?"
"Yes.
"Riverrun can only belong to our Frey, that good-for-nothing second son is not worthy of being the city lord!"
Lyman once again interrupted his hesitant son, "We'll do it when he's drunk enough at the banquet!"
"Remember, clean and tidy."
"Riverrun should only belong to us, the orthodox Freys, and side branches like Aemon are just here to eat and wait to die!"
Then there were rustling footsteps.
Only when there was absolutely no movement behind the wall did Aemon dare to breathe!
Damn Lyman Frey, they actually plan to steal my Riverrun!!!
No, never!!!
This is what I need to stand up in front of my wife!!!
At this moment, he was almost sober from the wine, and his back was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't have time to think too much, and he turned around suddenly and staggered towards the banquet hall!
But he didn't notice that the "servant" behind him who was leading the way was standing in the shadows, his fingers gently caressing Black Hand Badge in his arms, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth...
Rushing into the banquet hall, Aemon took a quick glance.
Lyman is not here!
Sure enough!
Son of a bitch, you move so fast!
Aemon The last trace of luck left in his heart was completely shattered, but he knew he had to do something.
Taking a deep breath to force himself to calm down, he searched the crowd with his eyes and soon found his son Leonor sitting in the corner.
"Come with me, Leonor!"
Leonor was startled by his father's fierce look.
In his memory, his father had always been submissive, and he did not dare to raise his head even if his mother pointed at him and scolded him.
But now Aemon seems to be a beast that has been forced into a desperate situation and is ready to fight to the death!!
After the two came to the pillars on the side of the banquet hall, Aemon tremblingly told his son everything he had just heard.
Leonor was silent for a moment after listening.
"Riverrun will always be ours, father, I'm going to call someone now!"
He walked a few steps outside, suddenly stopped and said, "Remember to wear armor."
"It's okay, I'm wearing it!" Aemon nodded.
It wasn't until Leonor quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor that Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.
I touched my chest and felt the cold metal under my underwear, feeling relieved.
Ever since Red Wedding of the Stark family, he always wears armor when attending banquets, which has almost become PTSD.
He took a deep breath, pulled the collar of his coat back up, covered his chainmail, and then walked back to the banquet hall.
Unexpectedly, he happened to bump into Lyman Frey striding in with a gloomy face!
Just half an hour ago, Lyman Frey heard news that shocked his jaw.
His second son, Black Walder Frey, hurried over and informed him that Aemon was going to take action at tonight's banquet.
The target is none other than the three father and son Lyman Frey, the eldest son Edwyn, and Black Walder!
Lyman's first reaction was that it was ridiculous.
How could that uncle who didn't dare to show off his temper in front of his wife have the guts to do such a thing?
But Black Wald's subsequent analysis made his back start to shiver.
Now all the people of the Changfang's lineage are in Riverrun, and there are quite a few of them. If Aemon really takes action tonight and kills all three of them, father and son, then according to the order of succession of the Frey family, the title of Duke of Lee River City will directly fall to Old Walder's second son.
That is Aemon Frey himself.
Immediately afterwards, Lyman remembered the cruel words that uncle Aemon said before leaving a few nights ago. At that time, everyone thought it was just the gibberish of a crazy old man, but what if... that was true?
You must know that in Lihe City, there are already so many Freys that they are worthless!
However, Lyman did not completely believe Black Walder's words, but he was not a fool either. To be on the safe side, he put on his chainmail and put on his long gray robe again before attending the banquet.
But as soon as he entered the door, Lyman bumped into Leonor Frey who was hurriedly walking out.
The two people passed by each other, but Leonor's eyes dodged, and he walked into the night in a hurry without even saying hello.
Lyman felt a chill in his heart.
It's so late, where is Leonor going?
He raised his head and his eyes met his uncle Aemon, and almost at the same time he saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
However, only a moment later, the two of them laughed at the same time.
"It's Lyman!"
Aemon patted the table and stood up, spreading his arms. "Quick, quick, come over and have a drink! The banquet is waiting for you, father and son!"
"You want to kill a few of us..." Lyman thought to himself, but he also greeted him with a calm smile, "Congratulations, Uncle Aemon!"
"From now on, you are Earl of Riverrun!"
The two met in the center of the hall and reached out to hold each other's arms at the same time.
The scene was extremely passionate, almost like an uncle or nephew...
But almost at the same moment, their eyes slightly moved down and landed on each other's collar.
The candlelight danced, and two extremely fine metal reflections flashed from under the necks of the two people.
Sure enough!*2
This guy really wants to take action!*2
The banquet continued, but every moment was extremely painful.
Lyman had a stiff smile on his face, but his fingers were digging at the base of the wine glass unconsciously.
He wanted to get up and leave several times, but every time, Aemon stuck to him in time and found various excuses to hold him down.
"Lyman nephew! Why are you so anxious? I haven't finished the glass of wine yet!"
Aemon patted his shoulder with a force that was not unlike an old man in his sixties, and then pushed another glass of Ale in front of him.
Lyman had no choice but to pick up the glass and drink it down in one gulp, the corner of his eye never leaving the direction of the door.
Before coming, he had already informed Black Walder to tell his eldest son Edwyn.
How will those two boys deploy it?
Damn... I really shouldn't have come to the banquet. If I had known, I would have taken advantage of you!
I was thinking about these issues over and over in my mind, but on the surface, I still wanted to continue this damn arrogance with Uncle Aemon.
The two of them started talking about the weather in Lihe City, awkward chats about old Lord Walder's health, and then the defense of Riverrun. They were almost talking about each other.
Why doesn't he take action?*2
What is he waiting for?*
Fortunately, just when Lyman felt that his butt was almost unable to sit still, two hurried figures appeared at the door of the banquet hall almost at the same time.
Walking in front was Leonor, the eldest son of Aemon.
Followed closely by are the eldest sons of Edwyn and Lyman.
The two young men had unconcealable urgency on their faces, and as soon as they entered the door, they each searched for their father.
"Leonor!"
"Edwyn!"
The two old Freys looked at each other for a moment, and then invariably walked up to their sons, each occupying a corner of the hall.
Aemon grabbed Leonor's arm, pulled him behind a thick stone pillar, lowered his voice and asked urgently, "Are the arrangements made?"
Leonor nodded, with beads of sweat still hanging on his forehead. "Everything has been arranged, father!"
"Twenty people, all our confidants, are hiding in the weapons depot behind the side corridor. As soon as you drop the cup, rush in from the side door and kill them directly!"
At the same time, at the other end of the hall.
Lyman grabbed Edwyn's arm, and his fingers almost dug into his son's flesh. "How is it?"
Edwyn replied in a low voice, "Don't worry, father, I have arranged everything according to your arrangement."
"Our people are lurking in the kitchen behind the banquet hall. They will rush in as soon as they hear a cup being dropped on the floor!"
I arrange it?
When should I arrange it?
Lyman looked confused, but had no time to pay attention to the problem. He excitedly patted his son on the shoulder. "Edwyn, this is a beautiful thing!"
"After tonight, you will be Earl of Riverrun!"
After that, the father and son returned to their seats.
Lyman picked up the wine glass, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
My son is indeed reliable!
Glancing at the opposite side, I happened to see Aemon and his son turning out from behind the stone pillar and sitting down again. The originally constipated expressions on their faces seemed to have relaxed a lot.
The two of them raised their eyes almost at the same time, their eyes meeting in the middle of the noisy banquet hall.
Then, just as they had rehearsed countless times, smiles as bright as chrysanthemums bloomed on their faces at the same time.