iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 613 Confirmation and Guidance

Walking out of the main castle, Lady Catelyn's pace quickened unconsciously. Her destination was the oldest godswood in Winterfell.

In the center of the woods stood a weirwood with a carved face, rooted above a pool of black water.

"Daisy."

Lady Catelyn motioned for the guards and maids to stay where they were and walked over alone.

Dacey Mormont, who was kneeling in front of the heart tree and praying, opened her eyes and immediately stood up and saluted: "Lady Catelyn."

[Daisy Mormont is the heir to Bear Island. She was the main executor of Robb's Red Wedding (Chapter 373)]

Since carrying Robb's body back to Winterfell, Daisy has become more and more haggard. Lady Catelyn remembers how cheerful and strong the young heir of Bear Island used to be, a powerful woman who was no less powerful than a man.

Robb's death almost broke the most outstanding female warrior in the North, and Lady Catelyn's heart was hurt again.

……

She took a quick look at Daisy. She was a head taller than Caitlin, so she could only look up at her. "At this time, I know you are praying here."

Daisy's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "I hope the old gods can hear my confession."

Hearing this, Lady Catelyn couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The Mormonts of Bear Island are an ancient, proud, and honorable family, and one of the most loyal vassal families of Stark.

Although the Bear Island of the Mormont family is poor, they have both men and women who are soldiers and are very good at fighting.

Every time a war breaks out, they are the first to respond to the Stark family's orders—standing tall is their family motto, and they are never afraid of fighting.

……

Lady Catelyn stretched out her warm hands, grasped Daisy's cold hands, and said: "Robb is sleeping forever in the tomb. Your confession is enough."

Most of the daughters of Bear Island are short and stocky, but Daisy is tall and has a special feminine charm.

Yet, she could see that the flower of the North was fading.

In the fire of revenge, her son trampled on the rights of guests protected by the gods, and the result was not only irreparable damage to the honor of Stark, but also damage to the honor of the entire North.

If Robb had not died, there might have been a way to make up for it, but he also died that night, as if it was a punishment from the gods.

Ned's prestige can still maintain the unity of the North, but other people's anger needs an outlet, and Robb's "surviving ministers" naturally become their targets of venting.

She knew very well that Daisy and the others were just following orders, but only those who were in the North could understand the cruelty of the ancestors.

She thought... Lord Bear Island, Lady Maggie also knew very well that if she wanted to prevent the Mormont family from being spurned by the entire North, she could only remove Daisy's status as the heir to Bear Island.

It would be best if Daisy wore black and the others kept their mouths shut…

But the Wall had long been turned into a place of exile for criminals, which was too cruel for Daisy. Only her husband stubbornly believed that wearing black clothes was an honor.

Therefore, Daisy was kept by her as the maid of the Lady of Winterfell.

As a mother, she must atone for the sins of her eldest son, and she has sworn an oath to the gods.

……

Daisy's palms were covered with calluses. Lady Catelyn patted the back of her hands and looked gently into her gray eyes that were filled with confusion and stubbornness: "I hope you can leave the city as soon as possible."

Daisy looked a little helpless. Catelyn patted the back of her hand soothingly and continued, "More than an hour ago, Arya secretly left Winterfell with her swordsmanship teacher. I want to send you to protect her."

"Yes, ma'am. Don't worry, I will bring Miss Arya back before dark."

Lady Catelyn held back Daisy who was about to leave, shook her head, and said, "Not bringing her back, but going south with her."

Daisy's expression finally became more lively, and she asked doubtfully, "Go south?"

Lady Catelyn sighed helplessly: "My little wolf girl is going to welcome her good friend to visit Winterfell." Daisy became even more confused: "Good friend?"

Compared to the southern nobles, the northern ancestors were always so impatient and lacked the patience to listen.

Lady Catelyn couldn't help but smile. She motioned for Daisy to sit down on the rock next to her, and she sat down beside her. Then she slowly spoke, "The good friend Arya mentioned is the current king of the Seven Kingdoms. Yes, Grimm I personally led an army to support the North. He may have already set foot on the King's Road in the North."

Seeing Daisy's lips tightly closed, Caitlin couldn't help but chuckle: "You can talk."

Daisy seemed a little uneasy. She moved her thick lips and said, "Madam, is Miss Arya the envoy of Winterfell? She is too young. Will Your Majesty misunderstand the sincerity of Winterfell?"

Lady Catelyn nodded appreciatively. "Daisy, you are the real messenger. You represent me, the Lady of Winterfell, to welcome His Majesty the King and take care of him all the way to Winterfell."

After a moment of silence, Daisy asked the mistress of Winterfell, "Take care?"

Lady Caitlin looked at Daisy, nodded her chin, and said, "Yes, take care of it."

Then, she slowly stood up and patted Daisy's arm: "This may be an opportunity for you. Go ahead. I have asked people to gather the people."

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On the high slope, Green, wearing a blue cloak with a fur collar, was looking into the distance in the direction of Neck Lake. He was surrounded by alert Kingsguards and Kleber soldiers.

The cold wind whistled past, blowing his black hair. Below, Ser Brienne took the letter delivered by the messenger and hurried up the slope.

"Your Majesty, a secret letter from the King's Landing."

Green withdrew his gaze, looked at the four-point seal of marigold and red mandarin fish on the wax seal, and then he opened the letter.

The writer of the letter is Duke Dick Crabbe, who was ordered to monitor King's Landing. The content is...Grand Maester Pycelle and Dean Qyburn (Chapter 518) have both confirmed Queen Daenerys' pregnancy.

Finally he wrote... Pycelle and Qyburn had arranged for the Blue Robes to provide day and night protection.

"Burn it."

Not long after Grimm went north, Daenerys sent out her Queen's Guard to tell Joy that she might be pregnant.

Today's secret letter finally confirmed Daenerys's magical speculation.

Green was naturally very happy, but still a little dazed. He had an Iron Throne in Westeros to inherit...

At the same time, the cautious Majesty Green suddenly felt that his security must be upgraded, after all, he would soon have an heir.

Green has always attached great importance to his own safety, and anything he enters or touches will be strictly checked.

The defensive circles against assassinations are one after another. The assassin can only get close if he kills through the heavy guards composed of the most elite knights and soldiers... His Majesty Green is said to be only good at archery and lance.

Being cautious is just a habit, and Green is becoming more and more cheerful.

"Go back to the tent and have a drink."

Ser Brienne saw Green showing this rare emotion, and her clear blue eyes smiled, and she followed his steps closely.

It's approaching noon.

In the king's tent, Green received the commander of the marshlanders, Chief Holland Reed of Greywater Watch, who came to pay him an audience.

Holland Reed, along with the leaders of the Neck Marsh, including Fen, Bit, Boggs, Kare, Queeg, Green Swamp, and Black Swamp, knelt down and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the noble king, the loyal people of the Marshland welcome you to the North. It is a great honor to receive you. May the new and old gods bless you."

After a pause, he continued, "By order of the Duke and Lady of Winterfell, the loyal people of the Marshland will escort you through the Kingsroad of the Neck. This is a great honor for the people of the Marshland!"

Green, who was sitting upright, nodded slightly and said gently, "Thank you for your help, leaders of the loyal subjects, please stand up."

(End of this chapter)