Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 307 Adopted Son
The dragons were playing below, and these children of the forest who existed only in Old Nan's stories were still taking turns praying.

Robb calculated the time and found it was already six days.

He gently drew aside the curtains, letting in the faint sunlight that shone onto the velvet white bed.

His wife, his wife who had shared his joys and sorrows, was breastfeeding their son.

Jeyne's face was paler than before she gave birth. Robb was very worried about her health and was unwilling to let her breastfeed the child herself. He hoped to find a wet nurse from Harrenhal.

Artis did not help him find a wet nurse. When Jeyne gave birth, most of the troops in the valley were not in Harrenhal. It was Lord Simon, the steward and acting maester of Harrenhal, who found a healthy wet nurse for his son in a village.

But Jenny had her own ideas and insisted on using her own breast milk.

She was drowsy and often spent the whole day sleeping, with her day and night almost reversed. Her delicate and frail body seemed even more fragile at this time.

So most of the time it was indeed the wet nurse who took care of the child. Sometimes he would ask the wet nurse to take the child to the godswood while the blue dragon of Harrenhal was locked in the dragon cage and sleeping, even though the godswood had been burned and the heart tree of their northern people's faith had been destroyed.

He became very worried when Jeyne's belly became bigger and bigger. After all, Harrenhal was a cursed city, and Robb was afraid that his child would be born there and would be tainted with bad luck.

But after the children of the forest in epic mythology and the dragon that had disappeared for hundreds of years came to this castle, his thoughts changed slightly.

This can also be called the City of Miracles...

That time he stood on the top of the city, watching Artis Arryn riding a Vale warhorse, followed by countless blue robes, and the equipment of the ordinary soldiers in the Vale was also brand new. Robb felt mixed emotions.

"To tell you the truth, Lord Robb," Simon still called himself Lord, even though his father had already returned to the North and most of the Northern nobles who followed him south had been released by Artis. Butler Simon looked at Jenny, who was lying weakly on the bed, with uneasiness. After hesitating for a moment, he said to him, "Miss Jenny is weak, and it will take a long time for her to recover after giving birth..."

Robb looked at the sleeping Jenny, wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand, and nodded vigorously.

After Princess Myrcella came to Harrenhal, she often came to visit Jeyne's bedroom. The princess looked a little clumsy holding the child, but she seemed to learn very hard from her nurse, and told her what her mother often said to other countesses and noble women: "You can come to me if you need anything. If it is my duty and I can do my best to meet it."

This is something only a duchess or a realm mistress would say.

"I seem to have come at the wrong time?" Familiar and frightening words slipped into his ears. Robb looked towards the door. Artis Arryn was standing there, followed by his two guards.

Steward Simon clapped his hands. "My work is done." He bowed to the Lord and nodded to Robb with a smile. "Please allow me to leave."

When Attis walked in, the nurse hurriedly tried to put the child on the bed, but he waved her hand to stop her.

"Let me see..." Attis walked forward, took the child from the nanny, and looked at the child's appearance carefully.

Although he was Robb's first son, he did not have the slightest trace of the Tully family. He did not have red hair, but instead had the iconic black hair of Stark. He had a long face and inherited his mother's brown eyes. Perhaps because he was born not long ago, he could not see clearly yet. He reached out and stroked Artis' cheek as he leaned over.

"Your Excellency the Duke?" Jenny asked weakly, trying to sit up with her hands. Robb hurried over and lifted the pillow to place behind her back.

Attis saw this and said to Jeyne, "Lady Westerling, the rooms in Harrenhal are too old. I hope you will be satisfied with this room."

"Have you decided on a name?" Atis asked as he sat down in the room.

Robb looked at Jeyne, who answered, "I would like him to be called Reynard, after my brother."

Reynald... Artis recalled everything about Reynald Westerling. This knight seemed to have died in the Red Fork during the war in the riverlands. He had seen Robb and his wife hold a small funeral in Harrenhal.

"It's just too southern, and too westerly," Jeyne Westerling's mind was clear, but her face was a little pale. "Robb, including his father, Lord Eddard, I'm afraid they won't agree..." Artis shook his head. "No, Andal names have long been popular in the north. The Seven Kingdoms have been unified for hundreds of years. The names that nobles take for intermarriage tend to be local. Not all northerners lived in the north before adulthood."

Jenny smiled softly when she heard this, "The Duke is right."

Robb pursed his lips and opened his mouth slightly: "I..."

"Alright," Artis stood up. "Reynard Stark, a rare name in Winterfell, but it's not a bad thing, as the Seven Kingdoms will be unified." He didn't look at Robb again, but bowed his head to Jeyne. "May the Virgin Mary bless you, Lady Westerling."

"May the Virgin Mary bless you, Duke Arryn." Jenny simply winked at him in good faith.

After walking out of the door, Attis did not rush to leave, but stayed in front of a window outside the door, looking at the unused training ground below through the window pane. Because of the pregnant woman, the servants and knights from the valley and riverlands chose to open a training ground somewhere else to train swordsmanship and archery.

After a few seconds of silence, Robb pushed the door open and walked out.

"Ah... Lord Artis?" Robb closed the door and stared, "You are here?"

"It seems you didn't tell her," Artis said straight to the point, "You are Eddard Stark's son. You should keep your promise."

Robb heard his father's name and gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, Jenny hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid..."

"Reynard Stark will go to the Gates of the Moon to be my adopted son. I have already informed you of this." Atis said in a low voice, but there was no doubt about it. "Lord Eddard has already agreed to this. This is an agreement."

"I know," Robb did not deny, "but I think Jeyne will need some time to accept it. After all, mother and son have to separate..."

Artis shook his head. "I don't think it's necessary. Jeyne Westerling will go to the Gates of the Moon with her eldest son, your eldest son, the future head of the Stark family and the Duke of the North, to receive knight education in the Vale. She will raise him until he grows up and then return to Winterfell."

"This..." Robb was dumbfounded.

"I have given you a chance," Artis said, his sandy blond hair moving in the wind, his light blue eyes like a pool of spring water, reflecting the shadow of the frustrated young wolf. "During this period, you may have many lovers, but Jeyne Westerling is your legally wedded wife. Under the witness of the Seven Gods, if you need, you can also hold a ceremony under the heart tree. I will prepare it for you."

"There is only one child, and he is not with me?" Robb asked a question, as if asking himself.

Artis nodded, "And he has only one wife, and she is not with you." He approached Robb. Anger and Harold Hatton behind him held their swords nervously, fearing that Robb would suddenly attack. "This is indeed risky for the Duke's family, but I swear to you, on the honor of the Arryn family and in the presence of the gods in heaven, that Reynard Stark will become an excellent Duke and an excellent knight, and will grow up healthily in the Gates of the Moon."

He patted Robb's shoulder, which was still tender as a big boy, and said, "Cherish this time. Tell the child what you want to say as early as possible. When he is fifteen years old and an adult - I know that in the North it is even earlier - you can take him back to Winterfell."

"I……"

"This child symbolizes peace between the North and the Vale. Perhaps he will marry a girl from the Royce family in the future. Cherish this achievement, Robb," Artis continued to attack his heart, watching Robb's eyes gradually become confused and guilt fill his pupils. "It is also a guarantee of the honor of your father and even the Stark family. It is of great significance."

Artis nodded, "Jeyne Westerling will not be treated unfairly. No one in the Vale will disobey my orders. Perhaps you think that Nestor Royce is a member of the House of Bronze after all. I can send her to the Eyrie, or even live in Harrenhal in the future. In a short time, the Vale and even the royal family will take root here, and everyone will treat her as the Lady of Winterfell."

Robb swallowed, knowing his opinion was meaningless, and forced a smile, "I understand, Lord Arryn."

"Tell her," Artis said. "It may be a year or so before you return. Harrenhal is big enough for you to go hunting if you wish."

Robb seemed to have just experienced a war, and he was exhausted. He didn't answer and turned back to the room.

Attis stared at his back, thinking of the past Starks in the Stark family annals, and ordered Ange: "Send more guards to keep an eye on the young wolf master."

(End of this chapter)