The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 54: The Cat

Night.

Two guards from Casterly Rock stood at Miss Jeyne's door.

Gregor walked up, and the two guards, their hands on their sword hilts, blocked his path.

"Get out of the way!" Gregor said, with a very polite tone.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but the lady said she's not seeing anyone right now."

"Get out of the way!" Gregor spat out the words, his eyes bulging.

The two guards hesitated, and one of them said, "My lord, please wait a moment, I'll go in and ask…"

Gregor reached out and grabbed the guard's chest, exerting slight force, lifting him into the air. "Get out of the way!" He breathed hot air onto the guard's face, and with a wave of his hand, the guard flew away.

Thump!

The guard crashed to the ground several feet away. Gregor tossed him as if he were a small toy. Fortunately, the guard landed on his back and buttocks, and the area was even grassy.

The other guard was so frightened that he reached out and drew a small portion of his sword, but Gregor merely glared at him, and he couldn't draw the sword any further.

"Don't draw your sword. If you really draw it, you'll only get it halfway out. I can kill you twice over with a punch and a kick," Gregor sincerely reminded the guard.

The guard was speechless and dared not draw his sword again, his whole body as stiff as a statue.

The guard who had fallen got up, his head spinning. He had screamed in the air, thinking he would splatter his brains, but who knew he would be so lucky as to land on the soft grass.

Gregor was crude but meticulous, and would not kill Jeyne's guards for no reason, and also tried to minimize the harm to them.

Now Jeyne was already his betrothed.

A fiancé visiting his fiancée was perfectly justifiable.

He didn't have the cultivation to be a gentleman who couldn't see his fiancée. For a rogue, he would create a reason even if there wasn't one, let alone when he was in the right.

The betrothal ceremony this afternoon had been very successful.

Gregor and Jeyne sat side by side, received the blessings of the septon, offered many pigs, cattle, sheep, and fruits to the unfamiliar Seven Gods, received the anointment of the sacred oil representing purity again, and then received the blessings of the great and small nobles, and received a large amount of gift money and gift money notes.

Lord Tywin had invited the nobles of the entire realm to Casterly Rock, only telling them that he would take Jeyne as his daughter, and did not say that he would betroth Ser Gregor and hold a betrothal ceremony the next day. The gifts these nobles brought were not enough to cope with the betrothal gifts, so those who had gifts sent them, and those who couldn't send them were not embarrassed, so they signed gift money notes first, and then sent servants to deliver the gifts to Casterly Rock later.

After the betrothal ceremony, Jeyne became Gregor's legal betrothed. As long as a good day was chosen a month later, Gregor could return to Clegane's Keep with the beauty in his arms from Casterly Rock.

As soon as the betrothal ceremony ended, Jeyne said she was feeling a little unwell and returned to her room alone, declining visits from everyone, including her father, Lord Gawen.

In this world, women have no autonomy over their marriages, and everything must give way to family interests. Love is a luxury that the vast majority of people cannot enjoy. Even princesses, princes, and even the king himself, under the premise of huge political interests, love will become a victim of political marriage.

In the face of interests, interests are paramount, and everything else takes a backseat.

For Lord Gawen and House Westerling, the greatest interest was to befriend their liege lord, Lord Tywin Lannister. The greatest loss was to be at odds with their liege lord, Lord Tywin Lannister.

Lord Tywin's betrothal, no matter how unsightly it looked, Lord Gawen could not refuse, and Jeyne could not refuse either.

They couldn't afford the cost of being at odds with their liege lord, Lord Tywin Lannister!

Lord Tywin's willingness to take Jeyne as his daughter was the greatest honor and political benefit for House Westerling. Lord Gawen and Jeyne accepted the honor and political benefit, and had to accept Lord Tywin's betrothal, otherwise they would be at odds with their liege lord.

On the surface, everyone was a winner.

House Westerling was a winner, Lord Tywin was a winner, Ser Gregor was a winner, and the biggest loser was only one person: Jeyne Westerling.

Gregor bent down and walked into Jeyne's room, holding a delicate brocade box in his hand.

Jeyne's petite body trembled when she saw Gregor. She was afraid.

Fifteen-year-old Jeyne was still a young girl, while Gregor was almost as old as her father: a middle-aged man in his thirties.

In this world, men and women marry early, in their teens. They don't need to get a marriage certificate, they only need to go to the sept and ask the high septon to preside over the marriage and record it, and there is no family planning.

Gregor said softly, "Jeyne!"

His 'gentleness' made Jeyne's body tremble slightly again.

"Can you do me a small favor?"

"…Wh…what is it…" the little girl's voice was pitiful.

A little lamb facing a drooling direwolf with bared fangs.

"Can I ask you… to do me a small favor?"

"…" Jeyne nodded subconsciously.

Even in her fear, she was still so beautiful, without affecting her charm in the slightest.

Flowers in dew and sunshine, in moonlight and silence, show beauty in any environment, different beauty.

Gregor squatted down and gently placed the brocade box on Jeyne's lap. The little girl was tearful, and her lips turned gray. She was under tremendous pressure. Being alone in a room with a monster like the Mountain put even strong men under great pressure.

"…My lord…I am willing to give you all the gift money…pearls and jade…Can you…annul the engagement."

Gregor looked at Jeyne's rapid breathing, helpless eyes, and fearful expression, and he said softly, "Jeyne, I don't lack money. Ser Addam set up a public gambling game, bullying me for being poor, wanting to humiliate me. I asked Ser Kevan's knight to pass on a message, and relying on Ser Kevan's word as a guarantee, I took all of Ser Addam's bets. I won more than three hundred gold dragons, and Ser Kevan also made a net profit of fifty guarantee gold. I don't lack money anymore, but I lack a lady, a wife, a woman."

Silence!

After a while, Jeyne said softly, "Ser Gregor, you deliberately gambled with Addam, and asked Lord Kevan to guarantee your gambling money, because you already knew that the Duke would betroth you the next day. Lord Kevan is a very cautious person, but he still dared to guarantee you, which shows that Lord Kevan also knew the secret of the betrothal. This is a carefully designed game, perhaps from the moment the raven arrived at my home in Casterly Rock. Have you always wanted to marry me?"

Jeyne's words made Gregor more determined to marry her as his wife: a woman who combines beauty and talent, it is better to marry the wrong one than to let her go.

"Miss Jeyne, maybe the Seven Gods know the truth. But I'm more concerned about the cat in the brocade box now." Gregor opened the brocade box. Inside the brocade box was a snow-white cat, spotless, with no stray hairs on its body, of pure quality, and expensive.

When Jeyne saw the cat, her eyes immediately lit up, with a heartfelt love, it was her nature, unable to be controlled by reason in an instant.

"A Lyseni cat?" Jeyne said in a surprised and delighted voice.

"Yes, but it hasn't eaten anything for several days. Jeyne, can you do me a favor, help me raise this poor Lyseni cat and save its life."

"You like cats too?" Jeyne said in an unbelievable voice. She reached out and picked up the cat, her heart melting into the cat's amber eyes. "My God, it has a fever, we have to find medicine for it quickly."

"I don't know what to do?"

"I know, my mother used to raise a Lyseni cat. I specially learned medical skills to save the Lyseni cat at home." Jeyne forgot everything. The snow-white jade-like cat's life was in danger, and it grabbed her heart. "Ser Gregor, we have to hurry to the Citadel."

"Okay, Miss Jeyne. But Archmaester Polliver doesn't know how to treat it, I've already looked for the maester."

"I know!" Jeyne's voice became louder.

Gregor picked up Jeyne and the cat together. Jeyne was as light as a feather in his arms. "Miss Jeyne, I can walk faster if I carry you."

Gregor strode out the door, one step exceeding three steps of ordinary people.

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