"What!!"
"Engagement???"
In the hall of the Eyrie City, Petyr Baelish yelled in a very uncharacteristic manner, and his face that usually had a gentle smile turned red at this moment.
Beside her, Lysa Tully was sitting on a chair breastfeeding eight-year-old Robert Arryn Arryn. She was so frightened by the roar that her hands shook and she threw her son away.
"Ah!!!"
Robert Arryn Aylin screamed, and his face was covered with warm milk.
But Lysa didn't even look at him, she just rushed to Petyr's side and hugged his arm tightly with both hands, pressing her plump chest against it, her eyes were full of worry and flattery.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"What makes you so angry?"
Robert Arryn Aylin, who was thrown to pieces, sat on the ground, blankly watching his mother and stepfather get along, but no one paid any attention to him.
What the hell did I do wrong?
In the hall, Eagle Nest City High Steward Nestor Royce could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.
He really couldn't figure out what Lysa Tully liked about this guy.
In terms of family background, the Baelish family is just a small noble in the Five Fingers Peninsula, without even a decent castle.
In terms of physical quality, Petyr's face would be hard to spot in a crowd. He is not taller than most women and has small arms and legs. Nestor felt like he could knock him to the ground with just one slap.
As for looks...
Well, it's just a little bit worse than myself.
I stroked my flowers Whitebeard, Nestor felt extremely unhappy.
Speaking of which, it's all the fault of those losers from the Alliance of Justice.
When the news about Petyr's alleged murder of King Joffrey reached the Valley, he sent someone to tell his cousin, Earl Yon Royce of Runestone City.
The other party was also very powerful and immediately united with Earl, a figure with great influence in the valley, to form the Alliance of the Righteous to denounce Petyr.
The army even arrived at the Eagle's Nest City and even besieged the city for a period of time, cutting off the flow of food and other supplies to the Eagle's Nest City.
Nestor At that time, I thought that this guy who got up by marrying Lysa was doomed.
What's the result?
Petyr didn't know what means he used, but he actually broke up the alliance during a negotiation and let the aggressive princes disperse.
It is said that... this matter is related to Lyn, the second son of the Corbrai family, but Nestor can't find any evidence.
But what makes Nestor even more upset is that after this battle, Petyr was not only not driven out of the valley, but also used this crisis to further consolidate his power.
Today, more than a quarter of Earl in the valley have clearly expressed their support for him, and the rest are waiting to see which direction the wind will take.
As High Steward of the Eagle's Nest City, he could only stand here and watch helplessly as this outsider encroached on the Aelin family's territory step by step.
And Lysa, the widow...
"Is this news accurate?"
Petyr's voice interrupted Nestor's thoughts.
He raised his head and found that Petyr had become gentle and gentle again, but his eyes clearly exuded extreme anxiety.
Nestor Royce despised him again in his heart, but remained calm on his face and answered in a deep voice.
"It was sent by Ravens from King's Landing. It is stamped with the seal of the King's Hand."
"It is said that they have started to prepare for the wedding, and the wedding date will be at the harvest banquet next month."
Hearing this, Petyr gritted his teeth and said, "This is really...
","This is so wonderful, my dear!"
Lysa Tully came to her husband first, with a happy smile on her face.
Sansa is getting married!
This news is simply the best gift Qi God's Gift has given her!
"Sansa's child has finally found her home. As her only relatives, we should send her a generous gift."
"What do you think?"
She looked up at Petyr, her eyes full of anticipation.
Even though I don't have a high IQ, I still have the instinct as a woman.
Petyr has always been obsessed with Catelyn, and now that Catelyn is dead, he has transferred his obsession to Sansa.
Lysa knew this, but she never pointed it out.
Because she knew that as long as Petyr couldn't get Sansa, he would always be hers.
And now, Sansa is getting married!
From now on, Petyr will completely stop thinking about her and stay by her side.
Thinking of this, the smile on Lesa's lips deepened.
She turned her head and ordered Nestor Royce arrogantly, "Please immediately send someone to prepare a generous gift and send it to King's Landing to congratulate Sansa on her marriage, Ser!"
"This is my niece's big day. She can't be embarrassed. By the way, prepare two barrels of old red wine. I remember there is some Dorne Summer Red in the cellar...
","Enough!"
Lysa's endless chatter made Petyr interrupt her with an extremely annoyed voice.
She was stunned for a moment, and saw that her husband, who was always gentle at all times, now looked quite gloomy.
"What's wrong with you?" Lysa was a little uneasy.
"Nothing." Noticing that he was a little out of sorts, Petyr took a deep breath and his expression softened slightly.
"You are right, but the relationship between us and Junlin is not very good after all. Don't worry about the gift in advance. Let me think about it carefully."
Petyr's tone was gentle, but his eyes were a little wandering and seemed absent-minded.
Lysa opened her mouth to say something, but saw the coldness in Petyr's eyes and finally swallowed her words.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." She nodded obediently and stepped aside.
Petyr turned back to face the window, cursing in his mind.
Damn Vito·Corleone..
That damn Farmer had always opposed him when he was in King's Landing, forcing him to leave in despair.
Not only did he steal his position as Chancellor of the Finance, but he also used vicious tricks to steal the property he had run in King's Landing for many years. Now, he wants to steal Sansa from him!
Petyr closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Calm down.
He told himself in his heart that now was not the time to be angry.
Sansa was his, he knew it from the moment he first saw her in King's Landing.
That girl has the same red hair and blue eyes as her mother Catelyn, the same elegance and dignity, the same... heart-warming look.
He had waited for so many years, climbed all the way from a poor boy in the Five Fingers Peninsula to the position of Minister of Finance, and then went to great lengths to marry Lysa and become the master of the Eagle's Nest.
All this is to one day legitimately claim her as his own.
But now...
Petyr's breathing became rapid.
No.
You can't just give up like this.
Sansa was his, and only his.
But what to do?
You can't go back to King's Landing now.
The suspicion of Joffrey's death has not been cleared. Although Tywin has fallen, the Iron Throne is still there. Corleone is now Acting Hand of the King. When he goes back, he will fall into a trap.
Send someone to rob him?
Nope either.
Corleone's power in King's Landing is too great. Even Tywin can't defeat him. No matter how many people he sends, they will die.
Write to block?
Even worse.
After being away from King's Landing for so long, Petyr was not sure whether the little girl who had been brainwashed by him still obeyed his words.
He thought of countless ways, but every one of them was rejected by himself.
Damn Corleone.
Damn Farmer.
Just when Petyr was scratching his head and having no idea what to do, a rush of footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.
I saw a Blood Gate knight walking in quickly.
"My lord, madam!"
"A group of knights came outside, and the leader said...
"It's Sansa Lady Stark asking to see you!"
What?!
Petyr turned around suddenly, and the expression on his face became extremely ecstatic in an instant.
"Quick, ask her to come in!"
"No, I'll pick it up myself!"
He pushed Lesa away without hesitation and strode towards the door, so fast that he almost ran.
Behind her, Lysa stood there and looked at Petyr's impatient expression, the smile on her face slowly disappearing.
Outside the Blood Gate, the cold wind is biting.
Hundreds of Black-armored Knights stood silently and solemnly, with only the horses under their crotches occasionally exhaling white air and snorting.
At the front of the team, Randyll Talley reined in the reins and looked back at the winding mountain road behind him.
Riverrun was hundreds of leagues away, but Earl of Horn Hill's brows were still furrowed.
He turned his head and looked at the red-haired Maiden riding on a gray mare beside him.
"With all due respect, miss."
"Riverrun has returned to the Iron Throne, and the rebellion in the Riverlands has been basically put down. Now our top priority is to return to King's Landing to discuss how to deal with the Twins' counterattack."
He paused and his eyes fell on Maiden's calm profile. "After all, so many Freys have died, that old guy Walder Frey will never give up easily."
"His son, grandson, great-grandson... lost most of their lives overnight. He will definitely hold this blood debt on our shoulders."
Randyll Tarly's analysis was very clear.
In his opinion, since the matter at Riverrun was over, there was no point in coming to the Vale again.
Rather than wasting time here, it is better to return to King's Landing as soon as possible to deploy defenses and prepare for the Frey family's revenge.
However, Sansa Stark, who was riding on horseback, just smiled, as if what Randyll Tarly said was just an insignificant thing.
The morning light fell on her long maroon hair, and her collar was trimmed with a circle of gray rabbit fur, which made her delicate face look even whiter.
"What happened to the Frey family was entirely caused by their own internal strife and has nothing to do with us." Her voice was soft but very determined.
Hearing this, Randyll Tully frowned even more.
Of course he knew this was an excuse, even if this matter was indeed a civil war within the Frey family from beginning to end as Sansa said, but with Walder Frey's weasel temper, he would never let it go.
But then again.
From the beginning to the end of the bloody feast in Riverrun, he never took action, nor did he make any plans for the opponent even once.
As Corleone said, he just went to Riverrun for a formality as a representative of the Iron Throne.
But Sansa gave him a surprise. She quietly played the Freys around and made them kill each other.
But what made him even more confused was that Sansa finally let Edwyn go and let him rest in Riverrun for several days before finally leaving with a thousand soldiers from the Frey family.
"What's more... that dinner party was just the beginning."
"Walder Frey still owes us a blood debt, and the people at Riverrun alone can't repay it. Are you right, my lord?"
"What are you going to do?" Hearing Sansa say this, Randyll Tarly stared at her face, trying to read something from her expression.
However, this Maiden just smiles gracefully, hiding all his true thoughts behind it.
Just like when he faced Frey at Riverrun.
Randyll Tarly sighed inwardly.
Now he knows why Corleone chose to marry this girl.
"When Edwyn Frey returns home, he will be Earl from the Twins!" Sansa did not answer directly, but gave an ambiguous answer with a smile.
Hearing this, Randyll Tully looked at the smiling face, but felt a chill in his heart.
Edwyn Frey is the only "eldest house" heir who survived the civil strife. As long as Old Walder dies, he can legitimately become Lihe City Earl.
Based on what happened to that kid in Riverrun, I'm afraid it will leave a psychological shadow for the rest of his life, and it will be difficult for him to cause any trouble to them.
But now the problem is... Walder Frey isn't dead yet!
Although the old boy is over ninety, he is said to be in good health and just married his eighth wife last year.
How are they going to kill him?
Randyll Tarly really couldn't figure it out.
If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it.
"Even if we have to visit relatives, now is not the time."
He looked at Sansa again and advised in a sincere tone, "The current situation in the valley is very complicated. Although your aunt Lady Lysa is the nominal owner of the Eyrie, the actual control is no longer in her hands."
"Petyr Baelish has been operating in the valley for more than a year and has won over many lords."
"After he dismantled the Alliance of the Just, its power has grown even more. Moreover, he was once considered the murderer who poisoned King Joffrey. Until now, he has not fulfilled his obligation to go to King's Landing for trial.
"I'm worried that it might be dangerous for you to go in now."
His analysis makes sense. The Vale is no better than Riverrun, and Petyr Baelish is no fool like the Freys.
Going into the Eagle's Nest under such circumstances is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.
However, in the face of Randyll Tarly's dissuasion, Sansa just tilted her head slightly, with a meaningful arc at the corner of her mouth.
"Lord Tully."
"You seem to have forgotten that Dickon Tarly Ser is still in King's Landing."
As soon as these words came out, Randyll Tully's face instantly darkened.
Here we go again.
Along the way, Sansa had threatened him with these words countless times. Every time he tried to stop her from taking risks, she would move out of Dickon.
And there was nothing Randy Tarly could do.
He couldn't risk his only heir.
However, Sansa just continued to mind her own business and explained, "Even with the help of Riverrun, not all the vassals in the Riverlands are of the same mind as Tully. Uncle It takes time to integrate the territory and gather the vassals. This process will take at least several months."
"To retake the North, my husband and I need more allies.
, as she spoke, she cast her eyes towards the white castle standing on the top of the mountain in the distance.
"The valley has the strongest defense line in the Seven Kingdoms, the most loyal knights and a fertile land that has never been affected by war."
"If we can get the support of the valley, taking back the North will no longer be a dream."
Hearing this, Randyll Tarly knew that Sansa was right.
The valley is indeed the most special the Seven Kingdoms in the Seven Kingdoms. It is surrounded by mountains and has one man in charge of the Blood Gate, making it difficult for any army to invade.
Moreover, the valley was hardly affected by the War of the Five Kings, with sufficient food and grass and complete military strength.
If we can get the support of all the lords in the valley, let alone recapturing the North, it won't be a problem even if we start a war with three the Seven Kingdoms at the same time.
But the problem is...
"I'm afraid I won't be able to guarantee your safety after entering the Eyrie." Randyll Tarly tried to dissuade him for the last time.
"When I was in Horn Hill, I heard some merchants mention that Petyr Baelish was a very unruly guy who always cheated his partners out of their money."
"He may lock you up and demand ransom from Lord Corleone."
"Your plan is too risky."
"Don't worry." However, Sansa just turned her head and smiled at him.
"If I die, I believe Dickon Tully Ser will die too."
Randyll Tarly's mouth twitched slightly.
Here we go again..
He took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly.
Why does this girl seem to be more difficult to deal with than Corleone sometimes?
After all, Corleone will not act rogue like her..
But what Randyll Tarly didn't notice was that just when he said that he couldn't guarantee Sansa's safety, a scorching flame flashed in the eyes of Black-armored Knights who was holding the hammer behind him.