Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The main hall of the Eyrie is not that big compared to other famous castles in Westeros. In addition, the distance is long and the road is rugged. Few vassals will travel a long distance to the Eyrie to report to the person in charge of the Vale. Therefore, the Arryn family used the former main castle of the family, which is now the Gates of the Moon, which is in charge of Lord Nestor Royce, as a place to meet vassals. In order to cultivate the heir's ability to handle government affairs, this castle is usually treated as the heir's fiefdom.

This is similar to Dragonstone to the Targaryens. The person in charge of the Gates of the Moon is often regarded as the second person in the Vale.

At this time, the person in charge of the Gates of the Moon personally climbed to the top of the Eyrie and met Artis in the main hall of the Eyrie.

There were piles of letters of various types, some reporting the neighboring castle for seizing water sources, some reporting the third-tier nobles who had nothing to do with the conflicts and disputes, and some denouncing the neighboring lord for having a mistress and giving birth to a bunch of illegitimate children. Miscellaneous matters were piled up together, filling the entire table.

Attis held his forehead and frowned at the hill in front of him and the valley steward, Lord Nestor Royce, who seemed to be very relaxed at the moment.

"Lord Nestor, how do you usually handle these matters?" Attis had no experience in this, so he could only ask for advice.

Nestor rubbed his palms awkwardly, his slightly white beard moving up and down, and he replied: "Pick out the most worrying things, those involving territorial disputes and those related to the mountain clans that may involve knives, and deal with them first."

Attis listened and filled the wine for Nestor, quietly looking at the steward who had worked diligently for the valley for more than ten years. He did not forget the real reason for calling Nestor here.

"Lord Nestor, you have worked so hard these years." Attis said from the bottom of his heart.

Nestor took a sip of wine and said, "I dare not, I dare not, this is all the appreciation of Lord Arryn."

"I have asked the maester to release the ravens and summon the vassals to prepare to wipe out the high mountain clans in the Moon Mountains in one fell swoop." Attis said straight to the point.

Nestor's heart tightened when he heard this, and he quickly dissuaded him: "Lord Artis, I know you are good at fighting against wildlings, but the mountain clans have been severely suppressed by your army. They are now afraid to act. There are few looting on the roads of the Arryn Valley. Why bother to make a big fuss and waste money and effort?"

Artis did not rush to explain. He whispered a few words in Nestor's ear. Nestor suddenly realized it. He paced in the main hall. In a situation where ordinary people should be anxious, Nestor was particularly calm. He calmly said to Artis: "Master, I will do my best to cooperate."

After Nestor asked for permission to leave, Artis stood in front of the moon door in the hall. This narrow fish beam wood door has a crescent shape carved on it. Almost all executions in the Eyrie are carried out through this door, allowing criminals to fall directly onto the rocks in the valley 600 feet below.

Atis spread the news, recruited many nobles in the valley in the name of exterminating the mountain clan, and asked them to lead their troops to the Gate of the Moon Castle, and ordered the Bloody Gate to remain closed, refusing outsiders to enter the valley. Most of the nobles in the valley were to gather in the Gate of the Moon Castle and the surrounding military fortresses, and the supplies and medicines needed were countless. He wrote a letter to Gulltown, asking the Graveson family to stockpile supplies and strengthen management to replenish the needs of the army.

He came to the garden of the Eyrie, which was originally intended to be a godswood, but unfortunately the soil was too sparse, so it had to be made into a garden. Atis sat on a bench, and the monks and nuns were praying silently beside him, unaware of his arrival. Attis imitated the monks and prayed for the news of his father's recovery from King's Landing as soon as possible.

But the first news came from Dragonstone.

"A letter from Stannis Baratheon, Lord Atis." In the evening, the maester handed over the envelope.

Attis opened the letter, and the contents inside were unheard of. His nails dug deep into the letter.

"Lannister," Attis murmured.

In Lysa and Robin's bedroom, the maid thoughtfully brought hot milk, and teased little Robin with her fingers with a smile, but accidentally looked into Lysa's vicious eyes.

The maid was startled, and quickly retracted her hand, trembling and lowering her head.

"Drink this glass of milk." Lady Lysa's words made the maid confused.

The maid said "Huh?" in confusion, but was frightened again by Lysa's shrill voice, "I said, drink! This glass! Milk!"

The maid hurriedly drank a sip of milk. Fortunately, the temperature was adjusted just right, otherwise she would be burned all over her mouth.

Lysa looked at the maid with satisfaction, "Pour another glass, you cheap thing."

The maid hurriedly said yes, stumbled out of the room, and packed her dress outside, panting loudly in shock.

The maester happened to see this scene when he passed by. He just looked at it in confusion, without stopping his steps, and returned to his residence.

Lysa drank milk, and Robin happily played with the wooden pony made by the carpenter, muttering words like "knight, sir".

She remembered what Littlefinger said.

"Teardrop, put the teardrop in the Prime Minister's wine glass. This will be good for our future and Robin's future. Lysa, you need to take control of your own life. Think about who will hinder the happiness of the two of us, who?"

At that time, Lysa thought of two names in her mind, "Jon Arryn" and "Artis Arryn".

"That's right, Lysa. The other teardrop is hidden on the necklace. After the two Arryns are gone, you and Robin, including me, can live together and never be separated." Littlefinger kissed Lysa's lips and whispered in her ear.

"You have to tell Artis that you want to return to Riverrun and be a strong mother in front of him. This will make him relax his vigilance against you, let him approach you actively, and let him try to comfort you. At that time, you can..."

Lysa did it, but Artis did not do anything else except arranging a warm place for the mother and son and a bunch of maids, not even a word of comfort.

Lysa once saw Artis in the main hall. He seemed to be handling government affairs. Lysa wanted to try to go in, but the blue robe outside the main hall door would not let her in no matter what. The identity of the mistress of the valley was not majestic at all.

Lysa now did not let the maester enter her room. Every time the maester came in, he was solemn and persuaded Lysa to remember the duties of the Duchess and send dear little Robin to Runestone City to serve Bronze Jon.

She didn't see her dignity as a duchess in anyone now, so what responsibility could she talk about? Lysa felt that she was going crazy. She grabbed her hair in vain in front of the maester to scare away the maester who tried to persuade her.

The maids whispered behind her back, and Lysa always passed by with a sneer. Don't think that the duchess of the valley will be fooled by the naive maids. She endured these noises until she heard the maids' words in the garden.

"Sir Artis is so handsome. When I went to bring him wine, I saw the way the sir handled the letters seriously. He was so handsome!"

"Unlike the skinny young master Robin, I was scared when he had an epileptic seizure last time!"

"Alas, serving the lady is so terrible. I dare not say a word when I go in."

"Maybe it's because my son is so inferior to others. Alas, bless the Virgin Mary."

Lysa was furious. Her face was distorted. She rushed out of the corner of the garden and yelled at the maids who gathered together. Her sharp voice quickly attracted many people.

Knights, maesters, squires, damned grooms, my God, even the servants who were repairing the gardens came around? The doubtful and contemptuous eyes around her magnified in Lysa's eyes, making her scream. "Petyr! Where are you!", she screamed loudly and squatted on the ground.

Gradually, the crowd dispersed, Lysa looked up, it was the damned Atis.

"Madam.", Atis reached out to help Lysa up, Lysa felt Atis's gentle tone. "You should go back to your room, madam. You can meet in the main hall tonight."

Opportunity! The opportunity is here! My life with Petyr is coming, tonight!

Lysa nodded excitedly, her neurotic emotions seemed extremely unstable to others. She just screamed and cried bitterly, but now she was full of joy.

Atis smiled, and the people around him looked at all this with ridicule.

Lysa stayed in the room, dancing happily, and even little Robin was puzzled by her mother's behavior and looked at Lysa in confusion.

"Little Robin, I promise, we will be able to leave Attis soon, I promise!" Lysa hugged Little Robin tightly and cried with joy.

Little Robin was not as happy as Lysa imagined, but pouted, with two eyebrows tightly locked, "Why do you want to leave Brother Attis?"

"Brother?" Lysa was a little puzzled.

"These days when Mommy was not around, it was Brother Attis who played toys with me, and there were real-life knight games!", Little Robin was a little excited when talking about Attis.

"When!", Lysa screamed.

Robin seemed to have gotten used to Mommy's overreaction, and said to herself: "When you are not around, I look for someone to play."

"No! You can't, I don't allow it, it's okay, dear Robin, everything will be back to normal after tonight", Lysa's eyes suddenly showed a fierce look, one of her hands tightly pressed against the necklace on Bo's neck.

The Eagle's Nest is the first castle to see the sun set, Lysa thought, the sun fell into the embrace of the gorge, countless lakes reflected the afterglow of the sunset, and the sacred light sprinkled on the giant's spear, shining brightly.

Lysa held the bottle and the glass in her hand and stepped into the main hall confidently. The blue robe made way for her tactfully. Lysa raised her head proudly. Atis was sitting on the throne of the King of the Valley in the middle of the main hall, looking at Lysa below the stage.

"You want to see me, Lord Atis." Lysa said.

Attis stood up and stepped down, bowing to Lysa, "No need to be so polite, Lady Tully."

"Lady Tully?" Lysa was briefly puzzled, then pretended to pour the wine naturally. The tears on the necklace had long been hidden in the wine. "I found that since King's Landing, our family has not had a good drink, Atis."

Attis watched everything she did and saw her holding the glass and handing it to his hand. Attis picked up the wine and raised it to the air, with a smile on his face.

"Have a drink? Sir." Lysa stared at the glass in his hand, but did not notice that the blue robe behind him was approaching.

"Lady Tully, are you still in touch with Littlefinger?" Attis asked with a smile.

Lysa didn't react. Just as she was about to speak, she was hit hard on the back of her head. She felt dizzy and fainted.

"Master Maester, take this bottle down and check it." Attis said to one side of the main hall.

The maester ran out, ignoring Lady Lysa on the ground, picked up the bottle that had fallen on the ground, and ran out of the main hall again without looking back.

"Put her in a room and don't let her out. If father wakes up, report to him. If not," Attis paused, and the blue robe listened quietly to Attis' instructions.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes," Attis replied weakly. He just felt exhausted now.

The blue robe left the main hall. The last ray of sunset shone on Attis' face through the open door of the main hall. His shadow crawled at the foot of the throne like a prisoner.

Tyrion lay on the velvet bed in the room that Jaime arranged for him in King's Landing. The female servant beside him handed him peeled grapes. The sweet and sour juice filled his mouth. Tyrion burped with enjoyment and lay in the gentle land.

The door was pushed open rudely. Tyrion raised his head dissatisfiedly. It was his brother, Jaime.

"Tyrion, how long have you been lying in bed?" Jaime pulled open the curtains unceremoniously, and the light of the sunset poured into the room.

"Then I will." Tyrion opened his mouth and pretended to bite the girl beside him. The girl dodged with a delicate voice and left the room under Jaime's impolite gaze.

"What's wrong, Jaime? You have to pay me ten boxes of gold royals for ruining my good deeds like this!" Tyrion muttered dissatisfiedly.

"The king has decided to go north, Tyrion, I can't leave you in King's Landing." Jaime knew his brother very well. He knew that his brother always wanted to go to the North, especially to the Wall.

"Go north?" Tyrion put on his pants. "Where to, the Riverlands?"

"To Winterfell." Jaime answered.

Tyrion was even more puzzled. "Why did our dear King Robert leave the gentle land of King's Landing?"

"The Prime Minister is dead, Tyrion. The king gave a temporary order. I can't do anything." Jaime answered calmly. Tyrion saw a trace of relief in his brother's eyes.

"Dead!?" Tyrion pulled up his pants in surprise. "What does the king want to do by doing this?" Tyrion had a rough answer in his heart, but he didn't say it clearly. He just followed Jaime out of the room in astonishment.

"Robert seemed very angry. He sent a raven to ask his dear eagle of the valley to meet him at Harrenhal and ask him why he left Jon Arryn." Jaime said to himself.

Tyrion blocked his mouth. "Not necessarily. The servants and maesters around the Prime Minister had already told Robert the truth. Could it be the old trick of the heir to kill me?" He reluctantly rode on the horse and stretched his muscles.

Jaime didn't answer. He frowned tightly. In fact, he also had a little doubt about the death of the old Prime Minister. He even suspected that Cersei had done this without telling him.

Seeing that his brother didn't answer, Tyrion had to follow in silence and said no more.

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