iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 670 Chief Steward of Benliu City
Jenny stood behind Sansa, her fingertips gently running through Sansa's cascading maroon hair, and replied, "Yes, Lord Tully is waiting for you in the study."

Seeing that Sansa seemed to be about to turn to the side, she gestured for her not to move, her hands still moving, and said, "Don't rush, my dear, the master is still having dinner."

My maternal uncle was overworked; every day he had to go out of the city to train the five thousand newly recruited Tuli family soldiers.

It was her oversight; she should have arranged for someone to take care of her maternal great-uncle earlier.

“Jenny, Uncle doesn’t take good care of his health, I think…”

Sansa, standing on the Meyer rug, lifted her right leg slightly, and Rodin's handmaid kneeling below immediately supported her ankle, while her other hand picked up a warm towel from the brazier.

Rodin's maid was very meticulous. She dried Sansa's pearly toes one by one and then carefully slipped on soft deerskin shoes.

Sansa lifted her other foot and turned her blue eyes to Jenny, who was leaning closer to her: "...You can take care of my great-uncle for a while, especially make sure he eats on time."

Jenny shrugged and said weakly, "Yes, my Lord Stark."

Below, Rodin's handmaid was putting on Sansa's other shoe, but her fingers paused almost imperceptibly before resuming their steady movements.

Sansa chuckled softly, "Then I'll have to trouble you, my dear Miss Jenny."

Jenny shrugged and muttered softly, "Okay, but you should tell Lord Tully beforehand, I'm a little afraid of him."

"How loving my great-uncle was."

"Oh, only you would think that way..."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Rodin's maid took the red and blue striped cloak of House Tully and gently draped it over Sansa's shoulders, while Jenny stepped forward and carefully fastened the silver buttons on the cloak's collar, which were adorned with the trout emblem.

"Let's go."

Before opening the door, Rodin's maid stood on tiptoe and struggled to pull up the hood of Sansa's cloak. Her voice was soft but clear: "Miss, it's getting colder at night."

Seeing Sansa's gentle expression, Jenny couldn't help but purse her lips: "The cold wind is a good friend of the people of the North."

For some reason, Jenny couldn't get along with this new maid who was so attentive in everything she did; she always felt that the maid was acting suspiciously.

Jenny grew up with Sansa in Winterfell and is a kind-hearted girl by nature. Even if she doesn't like Rodin, she would never deliberately make things difficult for him.

most……

Occasionally, give her a little "sting" to make her obediently serve Sansa.

"Jenny."

Sansa glanced at her sideways, and Jenny immediately pouted, turning her face away to avoid looking at her.

Sansa shook her head helplessly and reached out to take Jenny's hand: "Alright, let's go. Don't keep Uncle waiting too long, Miss Hanfeng."

"Hmph, fine."

Jenny glanced triumphantly at Rodin's maid, who was obediently bowing her head, then gave Sansa a cheerful smile.

The two women walked ahead, and Jenny continued to mutter to herself, "Sansa, what if Lord Tully scolds me? I'm sure I'll cry my eyes out."

“Oh, don’t think nonsense. My great-uncle is a knight renowned throughout the seven kingdoms. How could he possibly reprimand you?”

"Oh, I didn't even dare to breathe when he wasn't talking. I wasn't thinking anything!"

"Perhaps you haven't gotten used to the Duke of Riverrun's certain imposing presence yet?"

“But I’ve never experienced that in the North. Everyone there is a duke. The duke of Winterfell is loved by everyone.”

"Alright, you'll get used to it eventually. Your great-uncle is..."

……

knock knock knock.

As the knocking subsided, the captain of the guards' voice came from outside the study: "My lord, Miss Stark has arrived."

Duke Brynden looked up from the map on the table, his hoarse voice carrying the message: "Let her in." Creak—

The wooden axle emitted a long, drawn-out grinding sound. Sansa, carrying a teapot, slowly entered the study and gave a gentle bow: "Good night, Grandfather."

A kind smile appeared on the Duke of Brynden's weathered face: "Good night."

He then gestured for her to sit on the wooden chair opposite him, glancing at the darkness outside the window: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, my Sansa."

“You’ve worked so hard, I was so worried about you.” Sansa first poured her great-uncle a cup of black tea before lifting her skirt and gracefully sitting down.

The young lady in front of him looked so much like Kate in her youth that the Duke of Brynden felt as if he were seeing Kate in her younger days.

He felt a pang of emotion; he seemed to be getting more and more used to reminiscing about the past…

To be honest, Sansa's arrival was a solace to him; perhaps... the Blackfish Knight who once dominated the battlefield had truly grown old.

and.

Huiquan adores Sansa, and at such a young age, she is already able to help him with the affairs of the territory, and her growth rate is also surprising.

This is also the main reason why he can focus on military affairs with peace of mind.

……

Duke Brynden's voice became even more amiable: "You've worked very hard too. It's good that you came, otherwise I would definitely be too busy to rest."

"It is my honor to share your burden."

Sansa smiled, placing her hands on her lower abdomen, and said, "Fortunately, my mother taught me a lot beforehand."

“Kate…”

Taking a sip of his black tea, Duke Brynden smiled and said, "She's quite strict, isn't she?"

Meeting her great-uncle's gaze, the little girl mischievously slumped her shoulders and said, "I've secretly cried under the covers many times. My mother hopes that I will be able to stand on my own soon."

The composed Duke Brynden couldn't help but chuckle: "That's so Kate's style."

He remembered that his nephew was more afraid of his strict older sister than his father.

Edmure...

Robb, sigh...

Composing himself, Brynden showed no sign of his grief and put down his teacup. "Not long ago, a raven from Winterfell brought news that Stannis was dead. His Majesty Green personally executed him in the Wolfwood."

Sansa was slightly taken aback at first, then made a prayer gesture with her hands: "Thank the gods, this is wonderful news, Father can finally come home."

"Yes, that is indeed good news."

Duke Brynden nodded. In fact, he was slightly surprised when he received the news. Although he knew that Stannis was no match for His Majesty Green, he did not expect him to die so "simply".

The northern border was vast, and he thought it would take at least six months to completely end the rebellion.

At this moment, Sansa's eyes flickered slightly: "Grand Uncle, now that His Majesty Green has ended the war, do we no longer need those new recruits?"

Between the two years that Riverrun was ravaged by war, nearly depleting the resources accumulated by the Tully family.

If it weren't for the nearby rivers providing enough fish, Sansa knew that Riverrun's food reserves wouldn't have been enough to feed the new recruits.

If the five thousand new recruits were disbanded, it would greatly alleviate the pressure on Flowing City.

Looking into Sansa's hopeful and beautiful eyes, Duke Brynden shook his head slightly: "The soldiers still need to train. There is still a great war on the edge of the world."

After a pause, he added, "A real life-or-death battle."

(End of this chapter)