Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 328 Storm
The hurricane in Shipbreaker Bay seemed to stir up ripples in the world, touching certain rules and causing the riverlands to be in turmoil.

The newly-turned ground of Harrenhal was now covered in mud and puddles.

Attis reached out and touched the stone wall, his eyes casting over the round window of the room, which was framed with gold. A corner of the thin curtain was drawn open, and the sound of rain seemed to be confined to the space outside the curtain.

"More than a year ago, the only sounds here were the screams of rats and ghosts," Myrcella said behind him.

Attis turned around and saw the princess curled up in the quilt, revealing her white neck with delicate lines looming. Her voice seemed to stir up the smoke of incense, making her look lazy and relaxed.

He walked over and asked, "Ghost?", then leaned over and gave Myrcella a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Myrcella's cheeks flushed, and she pulled the quilt towards herself, wrapping herself tighter.

"Father went to the North, and we followed him on the Kingsroad. We came to Harrenhal twice. Once we lived in a tent, and another time we lived in a castle. It was gloomy and scary, even scarier than living in the wild."

Attis sat beside Myrcella and held the princess in his arms, tangling his fingers with her curly blonde hair and quietly admiring the curve of Myrcella's jaw.

"But it's exciting. Tommen and I both like it." Myrcella put her face on Attis' neck. "He wears a black cloak and pretends to be a ghost in the cupboard of the castle. He makes a hissing sound and makes my father's beard crooked."

"Little Qiao," Myrcella said after a moment's thought, "The king was very frightened at the time. I guess that's why my father was angry."

Artis listened to his fiancée's whispered stories of the past, about King Robert, about the fun they had experienced on their way north, about Joffrey and Tommen, about how many strange expressions Moon Boy's flat face could make, about the width of the Red Fork, the thick branches and colorful flowers of the Neck Swamp, and the long howls in the Wolfwood at night.
She mentioned many people, but not her mother.

Attis tactfully did not remind her. His thoughts were also pulled back to that time and space by Myrcella's words. Although less than two years had passed, it seemed like a lifetime ago. Westeros had changed completely.

According to the plan, Artis Arryn will have to guard Harrenhal for a long time. This is the hub where the Kingsroad of the Riverlands, the Vale, the Westerlands and even the Crownland converge. It is also a military stronghold that Artis has painstakingly built. There are blacksmiths from King's Landing, grooms from the Vale, plowmen and fishermen from the Riverlands, and many red-robed monks who want to preach from the East Continent. They bring more than just small tricks such as arson. What Attis values ​​is their skills in dyeing and building walls.

Thanks to the threat of the Ironborn and their long-standing reputation of being hated and feared, even the river nobles who still harbored dissatisfaction with themselves were forced to unite under the threat of the Ironborn and cooperate with the call of House Arryn. A steady stream of knights, logistics convoys, pack horses and donkeys, disassembled catapult parts, kerosene, asphalt and flammable materials gathered in the largest castle in Westeros.

The ever-expanding size of the farmhouses outside the city walls also meant that there was no shortage of manpower for the renovation, decoration, transportation and removal of houses inside Harrenhal. The fertile soil around God's Eye Lake was gradually turning into crisscrossing fields amid the dust raised by the plows and oxen.

If you give him another two years.
Attis just hoped that there wouldn't be any major chaos for the time being.

The sound of "knock knock knock" on the door broke the fantasy.

The letters from Crow's Nest and Griffin's Roost were delivered several days late. The hurricane in Shipbreaker Bay, outside Storm's End, interfered with the flight of ravens. Even if the birds could brave the wind and rain and deliver the letters, they could not withstand the raging waves.

Knowing that Attis was going to the council chamber, Myrcella let go of his hand and told him, "Aunt Mei wants to teach me some knowledge. I can't stay in the bedroom for too long."

Artis nodded, and Myrcella touched his lips lightly, then walked out of the room quietly to find Melisandre.

Of course Melisandre knew what Myrcella was teaching. Although Myrcella's coming-of-age ceremony had not yet arrived, Steward Simon had been in charge of the preparations for a long time. Myrcella would be declared an adult soon, and Melisandre promised to let Myrcella graduate before the coming-of-age ceremony.

Artis has experienced Melisandre's experience more than once.

Attis went out and walked down the stairs. Two blue-robed guards bowed their heads in salute. The wind outside was still strong, and blue flags were flying everywhere. It really looked like countless falcons flapping their wings and standing proudly in the wind and rain.

Horses neighed, hooves stamped, knights shouted, and flags fluttered.

Countless banners, the blue moon falcon of House Arryn, the rune pebbles of House Royce, the broken wheels of House Waynwood, the fan of silver arrows of House Hunter.
There are also the riverlands, the twin towers of the Frey family, the scarlet warhorse of the Bracken family, the crows perched on the weirwood of Blackwood, and the initiators of the fight against the iron race, the silver eagle proudly spreading its wings on the indigo background, and the Mallister family of the Seagate City.
His brother's new personal flag, the Riverrun battle flag that is a combination of the Blue Moon Falcon of House Arryn and the Silver Trout of House Tully, will probably soon become the real flag of the Riverrun lord's family.

Artis walked through the long, wide road, and Weimar stood in front waiting for him, the two walking side by side.

"Does Barristan know this news?" asked Artis.

Wilma Royce shook her head. "I don't know."

The two men said nothing as they passed the large parade ground, the stables, and the grain transport point, and walked through the land amid the stench of soldiers' sweat and the smell of horse and mule feces, and finally arrived at the foot of the Burning King Tower.

The Lord's room was on the top of the Burning King Tower, where Attis usually lived. At the bottom of the tower was a hall, which was not as large as the Hall of a Hundred Furnaces, but was comparable in size to the meeting halls of ordinary castles. John had put on his armor, and he nodded to Attis, glanced at his youngest son, and held the letter in his hand.

"Ser Barristan's message has just arrived."

"Simon isn't here?" Artis asked hastily.

Jon followed Artis into the meeting hall of Kingspyre and said, "Barristan has gathered nearly 10,000 troops, all from the crown and part of the northern Stormlands. Blackwood has also contributed, and Queen Margaery has asked Loras Tyrell and his soldiers from the Reach to join. The cavalry you appointed, Harold Hatton, has arrived in King's Landing with 2,000 Vale cavalry. With the speed of the cavalry and their light equipment, they should be able to catch up with the main force soon."

"He knows about Storm's End?"

"Barristan received it earlier than us, and he wants to reassure you, Prime Minister."

Attis said no more. He glanced at the nobles from the valley and riverlands and sat directly on the main seat.

"Bring the wine," he said to Anguy.

Ange did not pour the wine himself as he did in the past, but instead ordered his servants to pour wine for each noble who arrived.

Attis glanced around the hall and saw many young faces. His own squire and cupbearer positions had been vacant since Ange was knighted. It was obvious that these nobles had come to Harrenhal with their families.

"The Golden Group," Attis threw the Golden Group's badge onto the long table, "an inexplicable force."

"It's a curse left over from the Targaryen dynasty," Jason Mallister explained. "It's a force founded by Aegor Rivers the Cold Iron. It's the most powerful sellsword in the Free Cities. The latest intelligence we've heard tells us that they have at least 50,000 men."

"You're just bluffing," Jon sneered. "If Grafson and the others were here, they'd probably laugh at you, Lord Jason."

Jello Grafson frowned, "Hey, Royce, I'm here."

The nobles of the Vale burst into laughter, even Jello and John were no exception, while the nobles of the Riverlands seemed timid, not knowing what kind of behavior this was and which side they should take.

"However, as far as the information about Seagull Town is concerned, Lord Jason's words are a bit exaggerated. The Golden Group had only a little over 10,000 people at its peak, and it's probably around this number now." Jello Grafson said to Artis.

"Prime Minister," said Jon Grafson, Gerold's eldest son, standing up. "It is worth noting that these mercenaries landed in the Stormlands, and Shipbreaker Bay just experienced a big storm. If they crossed the sea, the losses would not be few."

Jon's eyes were filled with admiration. "I think Ser Barristan and his 10,000 troops are enough to deal with these sellswords. Besides, they are not our enemies yet. The Ironborn are the biggest threat right now."

After this statement was made, many nobles in the riverlands nodded in agreement. Even the Bracken and Blackwood families rarely took the same stance.

Artis held the top of the armrest of the main throne, his palm pressed hard, and his eyes looked at Jason Mallister. "It seems that the king Euron Greyjoy did not try to land from the river."

"Haijiang City is on alert day and night, and the number of patrols has doubled. We can confirm that there are indeed no Iron Race movements around." Jason replied.

Attis flipped open the map with his scabbard and pointed at King's Landing.

"No matter what means Euron uses to take Oldtown, he will be helpless once he reaches the inland. King's Landing, Seaward, and even Gulltown may be his targets."

Janos Bracken chuckled. "Prime Minister, forgive my impoliteness, but the Ironborn rebellion is not uncommon. These people have always been accustomed to plundering our Three Rivers from Seamarsh. Once they take Seamarsh, their longships can freely sail through the riverlands. However, Euron Greyjoy's main force is in the Reach, and there is no news of the Ironborn fleet setting out from the westerlies. Could it be that they want to take over King's Landing?"

Attis put down his scabbard and murmured, "I really want them to come to King's Landing for a decisive battle. There is a king and an Iron Throne there."

And there are wildfires.

The King and Wildfire, if Euron really takes King's Landing, it will be equivalent to solving two difficult problems for him.

(End of this chapter)