Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"You..." Wilfield said angrily, "No matter what, it's me who suffers!"

Domeric looked helpless, spread his hands and said, "Let's not talk about who suffered the loss, but it is indeed inappropriate for this kind of thing to happen between you and me."

"Let's forget all this! How about pretending it never happened?" Domeric's low and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.

"You want to forget it so easily?"

Seeing Domeric holding up his pants and not admitting his fault, Wilfield became furious and kicked him. Regardless of her ladylike appearance, she rushed over and tried to scratch his face, but this was completely self-inflicted.

"Then what do you want?"

Domeric grabbed Wellfield's long legs with one hand and her granary with the other, raised his eyebrows, "I already have a fiancée, by the gods, you don't want me to become an oathbreaker, do you? ?”

"I said, I don't want to argue with Miss Sansa."

Wilfield tried her best to calm down her heart, and at the same time held down the provocative hand on her body.

"Then what do you want?"

Domeric was confused for a moment. He couldn't figure out what this woman had in mind.

Wilfield Manderly is not a love brain like Sansa.

This seemingly intellectual woman is actually sinister and shrewd, no less than her grandfather, the fat Earl Wyman, who is both a sweet-talking and a sharp-edged sword.

"It's simple, I don't want to get married!"

"What do you mean?" Domeric was confused. What does it have to do with me that you don't want to get married?

"My grandfather, Earl Wyman, has recently been looking for a husband for me in King's Landing. He wants me to marry a noble from Wangling." Wellfield looked unhappy.

"After all, you are already eighteen, and it's time to get married." Domeric was not surprised by this.

"But I don't want to get married!"

Wilfield glanced at him, "The gods are unfair. They gave you men dicks and strength so that you can spend your lives wantonly. But they gave women menstruation and swollen granaries, so that they can only moan in pain on the delivery bed. , give birth to children to those stupid men!”

"I just want to pursue my own life, not use it as a tool for marriage or childbirth."

"So, what if I became your lover!"

Wilfield pressed her pretty face against Domeric's chin and teased, "I don't think my grandfather will force me to get married!"

Listening to Wilfield's words, Domeric couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Sure enough, no matter what era, there are pioneers who awaken women's power.

But you are putting me on the fire!

"I don't think your grandfather would agree!"

Domeric shook his head. Fat Earl Weiman could not let his granddaughter be his lover. After all, this involved the dignity of the nobility.

"The love and innocence of a noble woman are exchanged for a little responsibility and pressure."

Wilfield exhaled, "Lord Domeric, isn't this a great deal?"

In the tent, candlelight flickered.

Wilfield's brown hair was dyed a touch of gold under the candlelight, highlighting her angular features and the subtle light shining from her eyes.

There was something in those eyes that ordinary noble women didn't have.

Perhaps this is where her charm lies.

"I really can't help you!"

Facing Wilfield's aggressive gaze, Domeric sighed, thinking about how to explain to Fat Count Wieman and Wendel in the future.

Seeing that her goal was successful, Wilfield clung to his arms like a deer with a smile on her face.

"Lord Domeric, what's wrong with your hand?"

Wilfield raised one of Domeric's palms and held it in front of her.

There was a mostly healed wound on the palm, with an ugly flesh scar like a centipede bulging out.

"I heard that you competed with a group of valley nobles during the day. Was it that time you were injured?"

Wilfield's fingers were soft, the tips were as light as jade, and the touch of her fingertips was slightly cool and soft.

Domeric's hand was sandwiched between her palm and the rich granary. Her skin felt thin and cool, and a numbing sensation like an itch penetrated right into her heart.

Domeric suppressed the fire in his heart and shook his head, "Those idiots can't even touch the corners of my clothes, how could they possibly hurt me?

This was a scratch made by an iron sheet on the armor. "

"You are so careless!" Wilfield said with some distress.

"Scars are a man's medal!" Domeric didn't take it seriously.

"But your medal is too ugly." Wilfield showed disgust.

"I have a medicine that is specially designed to heal wounds. It won't leave scars after using it. Do you want to try it?"

"Yeah." Domeric responded casually.

As he spoke, Wilfield suddenly opened his wound with her nails. The scab on the scar suddenly burst open and blood gurgled out.

"You!" Domeric held back the pain.

This woman is really ruthless when she starts using her hands.

"If you don't get rid of the original scar, how can you use medicine?"

Wilfield was very patient and used her nails to pull out the scars on her palms bit by bit, then took out a white handkerchief, wiped the wounds and wiped away the blood stains.

Then she took out a crystal clear glass bottle from somewhere and said, "This is a potion I specially made using herbal medicine. It can promote wound healing. The most important thing is that it does not leave scars!"

Domeric had no choice but to develop this kind of potion specifically for nobles like Wilfield who had nothing to do.

Wilfield leaned over slightly and sat face to face with him.

They were less than a foot apart, and could even smell each other's breath. From the ravine of the granary, a warm and delicate fragrance floated, which was a bit mesmerizing.

Domeric's eyes couldn't help but wander.

The woman in front of her has extremely slender legs with plump peaches, a slender waist, and a smooth back that is slightly shiny.

Wilphie took his palm, lowered her head and applied the medicine in the glass bottle to his wound, and then pressed it bit by bit.

Domeric suddenly felt a sense of coolness in his wound.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or it's due to the medicinal properties of the medicine.

Domeric watched quietly as Wilfield carefully bandaged it with white silk and tied a small knot on it, "There will be no scars in the future."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing."

Domeric smiled because he felt a long-lost warmth from this woman.

Although a petite and cute girl like Sansa is certainly the love of all men.

But a mature woman like Wilfield who can help you cover your wounds and wipe away your sweat is also rare and valuable in another way.

After taking care of the wounds on their palms, the two still spoke frankly to each other.

Domeric gently patted Wellfield, who looked confused.

Everything in the world happens once, and there will definitely be a second time.

As the saying goes: What has been will be done again, and what has been done will be done again.

Soon, Wilfield's deep voice floated out from the tent.

Domeric couldn't help but think of Mr. Lu Xun's words, there is no road in the world, but after walking many times, it becomes a road.

……

……

Under a tall weirwood tree in Maidenpool.

"Gods above, I hope this battle will go as I wish!"

Under the gaze of the ancient gods through the red eyes of the Heart Tree, Domeric prayed to Him.

A breeze blew by, and the red leaves rustled.

Like deep sighs, whispering to each other.

"Lord Domeric, it's time for us to set off!"

……

When the morning light dyes the thin clouds in the sky blown by the strong wind red.

Domeric, mounted on a tall horse, led the way through the city gates.

The flag of the foundation peeler flutters in the wind.

Earl Yohn Royce walked beside Domeric, followed by a large number of noble lords from the north and the valley.

The knights followed in two columns, their steel spear points shining brightly in the sunlight.

There were cheers in the square.

The fishermen of Maidenpool were on the road to see off the coalition forces in King's Landing Valley, and to see off the King's Hand who was riding a horse.

His black satin star-patterned cape fluttered in the wind.

When the cheers in the distance gradually subsided, it was finally silent, and all the troops in the square left.

Maidenpool seemed abandoned and lifeless.

Only the fishermen around are still looking around...

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at the same time.

A valley less than a day's journey from Riverrun.

The northern nobles are eager to express their opinions. They have been in this valley for ten days.

Jaime Lannister's army is at hand.