Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

I just feel that he is really too young.

"Lord Domeric!"

Sansa took her sister Arya's hand and walked over holding the hem of her skirt.

"Sansa, your beauty eclipses the stars tonight." Domeric stepped forward and kissed the girl's cheek.

This is not bragging.

Sansa is a rare beauty.

Sansa was even more beautiful tonight.

She wore a dignified and elegant palace dress.

The waistless and backless design fully reveals the girl's soft figure in an elegant but not vulgar range.

There is a silver hairpin inlaid with gems in her maroon hair.

A drop-shaped crystal necklace hung in front of her elegant and long neck.

An almost perfect and delicate face, paired with pure and lovely eyes.

It perfectly combines noble and pure temperament.

Give Domeric a feeling of being free and standing.

If the situation was different, he might have gone straight in.

"Lord Domeric, what about me?"

Seeing that all his eyes were on her sister, Arya couldn't help pouting.

Arya was also dressed up tonight, looking noble and cute in a purple dress.

It’s just that Arya, who has always dressed as a tomboy, is obviously not used to this complicated and bloated dress, and her speech and behavior are a bit stiff.

However, this youthfulness and the perseverance in his eyes can easily arouse a man's protective desire.

Originally, Arya wanted to attend the banquet dressed in leather armor and a thin sword hanging from her waist, pretending to be Domeric's attendant.

But Domilik decisively refused.

After all, she is a young lady from the Stark family.

"Of course, Arya, your beauty also eclipses the stars." Domeric praised.

In fact, Arya's appearance is not bad. With a little dressing up, she becomes a pretty little girl.

Many people in Winterfell say she looks like her aunt Lyanna Stark, the beauty who started the "War of the Usurpers" and whom King Robert dreamed of!

Arya smiled sweetly and was about to say thank you when she heard another voice behind her.

"No one can overshadow the light of the stars, Lord Domeric." A sharp voice sounded.

Domeric turned around and saw that there were less than 20 people coming. In the team were three maids, a dozen fully armed knights, a monk and a handsome singer with a mustache and long sand-colored curly hair.

For a prominent noble like the Duchess of the Eagle's Nest, the specifications are quite simple.

It can be seen that the current situation in the Eagle's Nest City is more embarrassing than Domeric thought.

The leader was a lady with thick reddish-brown hair flowing down to her waist. Her body looked bloated and flabby under her expensive velvet skirt and jeweled bra.

Is this Lysa Tully?

Domeric thought, he forced his trademark aristocratic smile.

Lysa Tully was probably born two years later than Lady Catelyn, but the woman in front of her looked a full ten years older than her mother-in-law.

Her pale cheeks were powdered, her granary was huge and droopy, her limbs were short, and her body was obese.

Such an ugly, obese, selfish, short-sighted, jealous woman!

No wonder even "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, who was known for his forbearance, couldn't stand it.

In the plot, "Littlefinger" Petyr simply pushed Lysa Tully off the moon gate, fell from a height of thousands of feet, and fell into a puddle of flesh...

Chapter 174 Return

Mrs. Lysa held her long skirt and slowly came to Domeric, surrounded by people.

Domeric bowed and kissed the back of Lady Lysa's hand according to noble etiquette.

"Lady Lysa, your beauty eclipses the stars tonight."

Domeric boasted without any shame, using the words he just praised the Wolf sisters again.

It's just that she is facing someone like Lady Lysa who is against her will.

It gave him the urge to feel sick and want to vomit.

Domeric forced himself to speak: "Madam, I heard that the Eagle's Nest has been harassed by mountain people. I was sent by King Joffrey to come here to help you. I didn't expect that the mountain people would besieging the city... …”

Mrs. Lysa licked her lips eagerly and took his hand, "Oh, Lord Domeric, thank you so much. Without your reinforcements, I'm afraid the entire Eagle's Nest City would have suffered a catastrophe.

Gods above, those mountain people deserve to go to the seven hells! "

……

Domeric exchanged a few polite words and was no longer prepared to talk to this woman.

But this Lady Lysa kept him chattering.

"I heard that you are engaged to my niece Sansa, and you are now my sister's good son-in-law."

She giggled, wishing she could stick to Domeric's arms, "It's such a pity that you are so young and promising!"

What a pity?

Domeric glanced at the fat woman whose face was covered with powder.

You stupid woman, you don’t want an old cow to eat young grass!

When he goes out, Domeric understands that he must learn to protect himself in front of old women.

"I brought your niece Sansa, and her sister Arya."

In the many teasing words of Lady Lysa, Domeric realized that the atmosphere was not good.

He quickly pulled away from Mrs. Lysa and introduced her two nieces.

Sansa bowed slightly, with a good girl smile on her face, "Aunt Lysa, nice to meet you. I am Sansa Stark, and this is my sister Arya."

Sansa and Arya were also very familiar with this aunt, after all, they had never seen her before.

They only knew about the aunt of the Duchess of the Eyrie from a few words from their mother, Lady Catelyn.

Seeing them, Lady Lysa didn't show much joy on her face.

These two nieces are both born and raised, and they look like beautiful women at first glance.

Especially Sansa, with her auburn hair, matching dress and exquisite accessories.

Even more beautiful than her sister Lady Catelyn!

It has more than doubled her popularity!

The necklace around her neck, the hairpin inlaid with gems on her head, the noble and elegant silk dress... made Mrs. Lysa a little envious.

Gods above.

When did Winterfell become so rich!

The more Lady Lysa thought about it, the angrier she became. She had been oppressed by her sister Caitlin her whole life, and she didn't want to be oppressed by her daughter now.

"Oh, my two nieces, I didn't expect to see you here. It's really a gift from the gods."

Mrs. Lysa gave a slightly perfunctory smile, but it was clear that her eyes were cold and emotionless.

Sansa foolishly thought that this aunt was very enthusiastic, but Arya keenly felt the coldness in Lady Lysa's eyes.

She said a standard greeting and stayed away from the woman.

The banquet has begun.

The maids and servants brought a variety of food and wine, including goose, venison, roasted wild boar and fine wines.

These foods were originally stored in advance by Nestor Royce, the former steward of the valley, in preparation for the siege by the mountain people.

At present, all of them have been taken out by Lady Lysa and used at this banquet.

In her opinion, the mountain people have been beaten away anyway, so there is no need to save the food. Supplies from nearby towns will be continuously shipped to the Eagle's Nest City.

The twilight is deep and the torch is lit.

Lady Lysa had a handsome singer named Marillion with a mustache and long, sandy curly hair, who sang various songs.

Domeric carried Sansa out of the dance.

The skirt of her skirt flew up and shone brightly, making Lady Lysa on the side look dim.

Mrs. Lysa sat on her seat angrily, and under the attentive service of several knights, she drank wine crazily for herself.

There was laughter everywhere.

warmed with wine.

Dishes are messed up.

There were only a few embers of the fire left in the dark hall, and the noise gradually died down.

This banquet completely released the tense nerves of the Knights of the Eagle's Nest City after fighting hard for many days, and vented countless suppressed things.

They staggered around one by one, some were drunk, and some even vomited on the table.

Others were hanging out with the maids, their hands busy under the maids' clothes.

The drunken Lady Lysa came to Domeric's side with the support of a maid.

"Lord Domeric, I want to ask you about a person, Lord Treasurer Petyr Baelish. I heard that he encountered an accident in King's Landing..."

Mrs. Lysa asked under the influence of wine.

"Madam, do you know Lord Petyr?" Domeric pretended to be surprised.

"He is the adopted son of my father, Duke Horst, and an important vassal of my husband, the old Duke Arryn. We grew up together." Lady Lysa explained.