The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The aftermath of revelry is always drunkenness and unconsciousness.

When Edmure woke up, he felt something was amiss. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see a woman with a flushed face and timid eyes, her features delicate and pretty.

The woman's body was curled up.

Edmure was a 'gentleman.' He was shocked, wondering how he had ended up here in a daze last night.

Edmure got out of bed, dressed, but found his limbs were weak and disobedient in his haste. He looked up and saw that it was already bright outside. This was not his room, but a fragrant boudoir decorated with great elegance.

Edmure was anxious. Such an elegant girl's boudoir must be a room belonging to a Westerling woman. He had indeed drunk too much last night. Everyone had drunk too much. Even the Mountain, with his huge frame, had collapsed directly on the ground, and no one could lift him, so they had to leave him sleeping on the ground.

Edmure dressed quickly.

This matter was of great importance. A guest trampling on the host's honor was unforgivable by the Seven Gods.

Footsteps sounded outside the door: "Elynneia Westerling, aren't you getting up yet?"

It was Lady Sybell's voice, Sybell, the wife of Lord Gawen, the mistress of Crag Castle.

Elynneia?

Edmure remembered that Jeyne had a younger sister named Elynneia, who had come to toast him last night, and he had praised the girl's beauty and loveliness.

Yes, he remembered now, the girl was Elynneia Westerling.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and then Lady Sybell's gaze was fixed in horror on the dumbfounded Edmure.

Both sides stared at each other, their minds suddenly blank.

Edmure was still more composed. He spoke first, stammering incoherently, "Madam, I...I don't know...really...I don't know what happened...and then...I was here!"

"No!" Lady Sybell's voice was so loud that it startled herself.

Lady Sybell rushed to the bed. She pulled back the quilt and let out an incredulous gasp, "No!"

This was very embarrassing and damaging to honor!

But why, although Elynneia covered her head in panic, Lady Sybell did not feel her true panic in that fleeting glimpse.

Sybell turned around, her beautiful face already pale, her lips trembling and turning purple.

She was graceful and had a noble temperament that was not inferior to any true noblewoman, even though she was the daughter of a spice merchant who was looked down upon. But at this moment, her demeanor and temperament were overwhelmed by her anger, and she pointed at Edmure.

Sybell's voice was filled with heartbroken sobs and tremors: "...Edmure...My Lord...Elynneia..."

"Madam...please calm down, I...I will compensate you, I swear!"

"...This is simply...an indelible disgrace to the Westerling family..."

"No, it won't be, Madam, I assure you, no one will talk about this, it's a secret between us." Edmure just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately, but then footsteps sounded outside, it was Jeyne's personal maid, Serene the Bull, "Elynneia, get up quickly, Lady Jeyne is waiting for you to have breakfast."

Before she finished speaking, Serene's huge body blocked the door.

"Madam, Lord Edmure..." The smile on Serene's stony face slowly solidified and stiffened.

Edmure stood stiffly on the spot, his face very ugly, as if he had been punched hard a few times.

Elynneia began to cry softly, her voice very small, her small body trembling, very pitiful.

"No!" Serene's stiff face gradually turned into anger. Her past 'grievances of being bullied for many years' were projected onto Elynneia, and she strode in, the flames in her eyes burning fiercely, "Lord Edmure, what did you do to my young lady Elynneia last night, you beast!"

Serene rushed straight at Edmure.

The room was not big, but it had enough space.

Edmure ducked his head to avoid Serene's slap: "No, no, no, stop!"

Serene seemed to have lost her hearing, just staring at Edmure fiercely. She swayed left and right, suddenly pounced, hugged Edmure around the waist, roared, lifted Edmure around the waist, and ran quickly to the corridor, threatening to throw Edmure from the third floor.

Below the main fort was a large open space, with a bluestone slab floor.

"Serene, put down the Lord." Two women's voices sounded at the same time, one was Jeyne's voice, very cold and stern, and the other was Sybell's voice, very flustered.

The two mistresses' orders were like a basin of ice water, splashing on Serene's angry flames: "Madam, he humiliated Elynneia!"

"Serene, put down the Lord first! Don't publicize this matter, don't let anyone know, it will disgrace the honor of the Westerling family." Jeyne's voice revealed calmness.

"No, I want to tell Lord Gregor."

"I order you, put down the Lord first." Jeyne said again, raising her voice.

Edmure was being held upside down, his head was down and his feet were up, but his eyes were not blind. He looked out from the hollowed-out part of the corridor railing, he saw his servants downstairs, he saw the Mountain and Bronn, these people were all downstairs, looking up at him.

The shame made Edmure really want to be thrown down from the楼上 by Serene and die!

This matter, he was really fucking...dirty!

Edmure was put down by Serene the Bull. He stood still, but he had already opened his mouth in a panic: "...Mountain...My Lord...calm down...this matter needs to be calmed down..."

"I am very calm!" The Mountain's voice was as cold as an ice cube hitting Edmure's bare chest, "Lord Edmure, you have to marry Elynneia Westerling."

"...No...impossible..." Edmure instinctively refused flatly.

"Impossible?" The Mountain said indifferently, he glanced at the generals who had come upon hearing the news, "Lord Edmure, then you will not be able to return to Riverrun. Serene, grab Lord Edmure. - Rofer, Polliver, Reynard, Bronn, tell the brothers to keep all of Lord Edmure's guards."