Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Domeric solemnly gave her a knighthood and named her in the name of the gods and the Bolton family.

Sure enough, whether it is a young girl or a mature woman, they all need to be coaxed!

Lady Catelyn was particularly fond of this.

With a few words of assurance, Domeric made her put aside her suspicions.

Mrs. Caitlin was still a little worried and said seriously:

"Domi, you must not underestimate the Lannister family. The former Kingdom of Casterly Rock was the most powerful kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms. In ancient times, the purpose of the existence of Riverrun was to resist the invasion of the Kingdom of Casterly Rock in the Riverlands. …”

"I understand." Domeric nodded.

"And you and Sansa," Lady Catelyn suddenly blushed slightly and warned: "You are already engaged. I don't object to you doing that kind of thing, but before you officially get married..."

Domeric naturally understood the mother-in-law's concerns.

She was worried that she would make Sansa pregnant before getting married, which would embarrass the Tully and Stark families.

Lady Catelyn, who has always adhered to "family responsibility and honor", may not be able to accept it...

Domeric smiled innocently: "Madam, I will be careful."

At this moment, Lady Catelyn was completely at ease.

Suddenly, she asked without thinking: "By the way, Domi, do you still have the wine from Qingting Island that you gave me to drink in the church last time?"

Since that time in the Temple of the Seven, she had danced with Domeric and drank a glass of wine that was said to come from the Arbor.

Lady Catelyn slept very well that night, and even met Ned in her dreams.

"wine?"

Domeric suddenly remembered the glass of wine mixed with aphrodisiacs, aphrodisiacs and hypnotic drugs. It was also that night that Lady Catelyn thought of him as Duke Eddard in her sleep.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I want to try that wine." Mrs. Caitlin looked forward to it.

Domeric glanced at Caitlin quite unexpectedly.

He suddenly realized that if he wanted to control the North in a short time, Lady Catelyn would undoubtedly be more helpful to him than Sansa.

But how can I make my mother-in-law be obedient to me?

Domeric didn't think much and said without hesitation:

"Yes, that glass of wine is made from special grapes and has a soothing effect. I will ask someone to send you a glass of it. It is a specialty of Qingting Island and cannot be bought anywhere else."

…………

The night sky was vast and distant, and the pale moonlight shrouded the entire castle.

It was already late at night.

Domeric came to Lady Catelyn's door.

Personal bodyguard Benita was already standing by.

She hesitated and made preparations for her master.

At this moment, Benita complained in her heart, this master is really a pervert!

But when you think about things in the aristocratic circle, having thoughts about your mother-in-law is nothing compared to the brothers and sisters of the Targaryen family.

"Did Lady Catelyn drink that glass of wine?" Domeric asked.

"Yes, she has fallen asleep now. Master, please don't worry, we are all our people here, you can do whatever you want..."

Domeric patted her butt with satisfaction.

…………

in darkness.

Lady Catelyn's face shimmered, and her sleeping posture was mature and peaceful.

Her eyelashes were long and curved, and her beautiful maroon hair was wet with sweat, and strands stuck to her flushed cheeks.

I don’t know if he took it off because he was drunk and hot, or if Benita came to help.

Lady Catelyn's nightgown was gone, and her skin was covered with beads of sweat.

Because of the glass of wine, it seemed to have an attractive red color.

She showed off to Domeric nakedly, without any cover-up.

Domeric leaned forward gently.

"Ned, you're here."

Lady Caitlin hugged Domeric tightly, unconsciously responding to her son-in-law.

…………

a long time.

Domeric looked at his mother-in-law with satisfaction.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a hearty feeling.

In her sleep, Lady Catelyn panted slightly, her round shoulders rising and falling, and finally calmed down.

Domeric reached out and touched Mrs. Caitlin's cheek, looking at her meaningfully:

"Madam, I wish you a good dream tonight..."

Chapter 236: Persuading surrender, good people in Hejian

Golden Tooth City.

dungeon.

The jailer was a sneaky little man with a nose full of raised veins.

Jaime "Kingslayer" Lannister came in with a squire.

When he entered, the jailer was lying next to a large glass of ale and leftover pigeon pie. He looked very drunk.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the golden lion in front of him hesitantly.

"I beg your pardon, Lord Jaime. Lord Tywin has given orders that no one is allowed to visit the captives unless he holds a warrant with his seal."

"My father's order? Don't you know that I am his biological son, the future Duke of Casterly Rock?"

James frowned.

The jailer licked his lips, "No, sir, of course not."

"Well, you can either open the cell door or talk to the sword in my hand!"

Jaime pulled out a long sword decorated with gold and showed a dangerous blade-like smile, "Lord Tywin will not be able to save your life in time."

The jailer was so frightened that he knelt down. He lowered his eyes and said, "Everything is as ordered by your lord."

A large bunch of keys hung from the jailer's studded leather belt.

He searched for a long time before taking out the one that opened the innermost cell door.

"Go back and drink your drink," James ordered.

An oil lamp hung from a hook in the low ceiling, and James took it down and lit the flame.

"Don't let anyone bother me."

The attendant on the side nodded, pressed the round end of the sword hilt with his hand, and stood outside the cell door, "When my lord needs me, just speak out."

"It's just two defeated generals, I shouldn't need you."

James smiled handsomely, pushed open the heavy iron door with his shoulder, and walked into the filthy darkness.

Straw that had not been replaced for a long time was scattered on the ground, making a rustling sound when stepped on.

There are patches of saltpeter on the stone wall, but the color cannot be seen.

Under the dim light, there was a bucket filled with feces at the foot of one wall.

On the other side, there are two huddled figures——

Robb Stark, Duke of Winterfell, and Edmure Tully, son of Lord Hoster, the former Duke of Riverrun, are still uncles and nephews.

The lights were blinding.

Robb Stark raised an arm to cover his face, the iron cuffs on his wrists jingling.

"Who?" He said nothing for so long that his voice became hoarse.

Ever since he was captured at Riverrun that night, Robb had not even been allowed to shave his face. The face that so closely resembled Lord Eddard was now covered in dirt and grime, his unwashed hair was tangled and hanging down his shoulders, and his clothes were also stained. It's tattered, and the face is pale and withered...

"Look at me, Stark brat."

Under the light, the man's long beard shone with golden light. He looked like a huge golden lion, majestic and majestic.

There is no doubt that this man is full of strength and beauty.

When he saw his face, Robb's heart tightened, as if he was trapped in a nightmare that night, "The light hurts my eyes. If you are willing, you can wait a while."

"What happened to your uncle Edmure?"

Jaime kicked Edmure Tully, who was huddled on the ground. The man grunted in his sleep and shrank back again.

"As you can see, he fell asleep. Although the dungeon is dirty and messy, it makes him more relaxed and comfortable than the tension on the battlefield."

"Haha, this place is indeed a bit dirty, but it's all your own fault!"

James laughed, "My father originally allowed you uncle and nephew to stay comfortably in the comfortable cells in the tower in a manner consistent with your status and status, but you repaid it by escaping, and even harmed your uncle Edmure." Imprisoned in a dungeon..."

"A cell is a cell, no matter how comfortable it is, it cannot change the fact that it imprisons us!"

Robb said disdainfully.

James glanced at the kid. If he was afraid, at least he hid it well, "Speaking of which, both of you uncle and nephew were defeated by me, but I must admit that you are much stronger than your poor uncle. .”

Robb ignored his flattery, "Lord 'Kingslayer', why are you here?"

"Here, I'll buy you a drink."

James took out a jug of wine and several wine glasses from behind his back.