Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 253 Revisiting old matters
Rehash
The exquisite scissors shone in the sunlight, and were interestingly engraved with the image of a direwolf baring its teeth and claws. Eddard Stark held the scissors and reached between the nails, trimming them and cleaning the mud.

Only White Harbor can produce such exquisite gadgets in the North, and the barbers in Winterfell can only use knives to repair people's nails.

The flag of the direwolf is once again flying on the Bay of Cailin, and the letter of the Stark family of Winterfell is also floating in the swamp of the Neck. Maybe one day it will be picked up by the people of Graywater and executed. The order of the Duke of Winterfell.

Burning the causeway in the Neck, Ed thought, would at least give the North some time.

Stark's army marched slowly on the King's Road in the Tombs of the First Men. A small number of cavalry were leading the way. The raven that sent the letter had been sent to the Tombs of the Ancients. Although Lady Barber and himself had always been at odds, he She still maintains a certain degree of hope, hoping that she can focus on the overall situation of the North.

Like the Manderly family of White Harbor, the Dustin family of the Wilderness Tombs is one of the few families that has maintained relatively complete strength during Robb South's journey.

"The Stone Coast, to Wolfwood, Deepwood Motte, etc. are all in the hands of those damn ironborn, the iron bitch Asha Greyjoy, and there are thousands of ironborn entrenched in our land." Marlon Mann Dele, the younger brother of the Earl of White Harbor, followed Eddard and said rather boredly.

Ed shook his head, "Sir Caleb of Severn City has led his army to return for reinforcements. The Ironborn never dare to go deep into the land. We will retake Winterfell sooner or later."

Marlon Manderly nodded solemnly, swung his spiked riding crop, gasped for air, and his eyes fell on the lazy and slow White Harbor cavalry in front of the team.

"Duke, I'll come as soon as I go. These weaklings are half soft even before they fight!" Marlon Mandler didn't wait for Ed's order, and galloped over alone.

He thought of Ser Rodrik Kelso.

Margaery's alluring appearance appeared before her eyes again.

The dull Red Castle seemed to be brightened by the intrusion of this "little rose". Servants and maids from Highgarden carried large and small objects into the palace garden of the Red Castle. There was even a gardener holding a bundle. Bundles of greenery and bags of fresh seeds.

Ed looked at Malone's back and felt confident in his heart. There were hundreds of such dedicated officers in the North.

Ed looked beyond the marching army and looked further north. The gloomy and lonely Dreadfort on the north bank of the Weeping River was like the bloody skinned man's open arms. The skinning knife stained with the blood of many Stark Dukes in history was waving in the air. Dun waved his hand, and the sharp end of the knife was stabbing Stark's abdomen.

Roose Bolton's pale and plain eyes are no longer a symbol of the calm winter general, but a careerist with scheming hidden in his heart.

……

The short, fat, and pimple-covered Witch Ji’s prophecies blared by her gods rang in her ears again.

"No," Cersei retorted. She noticed the pretentious way the maids in the Red Keep surprised and complimented each other. She didn't want to be called a talkative woman and a mean old witch in private. "Keep it, I like it very much." ”

"A royal welcome, Miss Margaery Tyrell."

The same careerist as Tywin and the dead Littlefinger.

She turned around and walked towards her bedroom. When she turned around the corridor, her pace suddenly accelerated, and she almost left in a hurry.

There is no room for careerists in the North.

Cersei swallowed, her messy steps showing her inner panic.

"It's a great honor, my dear Queen Mother," Margaery nodded slightly, her brown eyes blinking, she seemed to notice her doubts, and said softly, "The King and the Prime Minister were afraid that I would be homesick, so they allowed me to bring him to High Court. If the people and green plants disturb the Queen Mother, I can..."

"In the future, your mother will grace the world...until another woman comes, younger and more beautiful than you, who will overthrow you and take away everything you hold dear."

Cersei's eyes fell on the woman known as the Rose of Highgarden, the former beauty and future queen.

Cersei shrugged slightly, and the maid next to her immediately stepped forward to straighten her golden shawl, "Get familiar with this place and get rid of some of the stench of the Red Keep Pavilion and Palace. The rest is pretty good."

"Queen Mother?"

The maid's voice reminded her, and Cersei came back to her senses and looked at the maid.

"Ser Jaime has been waiting for you for a long time." "Oh," Cersei replied perfunctorily, the hideous scars under Jaime's gold mask appeared in her mind, "Tell him that I am too tired, I need... "

Another maid ran over panting and whispered something into Cersei's ear.

"That Velaryon's bastard?" Cersei asked. Orion Waters, who looked exactly like Prince Rhaegar, had pledged allegiance to King Joffrey, and she kept the maids' attention.

Cersei cleared her throat, "Tell Jaime that I'm not feeling well and don't come to me."

She walked straight outside.

……

Tywin looked at Sir Robert Royce in front of him, still wearing red armor.

The arrogance he had during Tyrion's previous trial was completely gone. Robert lowered his head and was respectful.

The second son of the Royce family, apart from appearing arrogant and domineering when he broke into the palace to save Tyrion at the beginning, he has brought the noble etiquette to the extreme in these days in King's Landing. Several resolutions of the Royal Council were in agreement and praise, and even There was not much interference in the selection of the new tax collector of Seagull Town.

"You are the Acting Minister of Justice. Since Duke Attis Arryn has handed over the authority to you, you can naturally review bloody cases without being restrained." Tywin shook the teacup on the table. He rarely drank tea. He was young and Like most knights in the West, Shi likes to drink foreign wine imported from Lannister Port.

Robert still nodded, with humility in his words, "It is best to have the support of the Prime Minister. After all, everyone knows that doing things in King's Landing is different from other places, and you need to know how to abide by the rules of the palace. With the support of the Prime Minister, everything will be better." will be different."

Tywin frowned, and the compliment in Robert's words couldn't be more obvious.

He put the unread documents on the table and said, "Old old cases, tell me directly. What are they?"

Luo Ba took a long breath, and the embarrassment on his face eased a little. He said in a very soft tone: "These are cases that are easy for the Prime Minister to grasp. They have a lot to do with Runestone City and my Royce family. , now that I have the convenience of my position, I also want to share some responsibilities for my father. "

The corners of Tywin's mouth slightly raised, "The son who shares his father's worries will be blessed by all the gods."

Luo Ba took the document he had drafted and slowly opened it.

"The theft of caravan wealth in Seagull Town..."

"The Royce family sword 'Lament' was stolen in King's Landing"

Many old cases popped up in Robert's mouth one after another, many of which Tywin had never even heard of. Gradually, he frowned.

But it must be admitted that there are still many chores in the Royce family, including the disappearance of the "lamented" Valyrian sword.

A Valyrian steel sword...

Robert paused briefly and drank a cup of tea, "They are all trivial matters not worth mentioning."

Tywin nodded, agreeing with Robert's statement.

He took a long breath, sat up straight, moved the teacup aside, and Tywin bent over, preparing to stand up.

"The Assassination of King Robert."

Robert's young voice broke in boldly.

Tywin stopped and froze in place.

(End of this chapter)