Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Domeric breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good," he grinned, "My lords, please take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself!" The three of them saluted.

Domeric's team returned to Riverrun, and there were still some wounded soldiers who needed to be transported back to Riverrun for recuperation, including Robb Stark, Duke of Winterfell.

I thought that after rescuing him from the dungeon of Golden Tooth City, the "Young Wolf Lord" would regain his former glory.

Unexpectedly, Robb fell into "post-traumatic stress disorder" and had been lying in bed receiving treatment from Assistant Maester Myriel Lannister, refusing to see anyone!

In this regard, the northern nobles were quite critical.

The most dissatisfied among them is the Great Jon of House Amber.

When he was in Winterfell, Great Jon had two of his fingers bitten off by the direwolf "Grey Wind" because he spoke rudely to Robb. From then on, he was obedient to Robb and told everyone he met that Robb was a A prince worthy of allegiance.

But the defeat at Riverrun completely destroyed Robb Stark's newly established prestige.

In the north, strength has always been respected. How could a vassal who had lost a battle gain the respect of his vassals?

In addition, Great Jon is born in the year of the dog, and he falls out of favor faster than anyone else.

"That kid's pee is always green, and he's nowhere near as good as Duke Ed!" He often said this recently.

Compared with Robb, Edmure Tully, who was also defeated and captured by the "Kingslayer", performed much better.

After exchanging prisoners with the "little devil" Tyrion, Edmure Tully briefly fell into confusion and self-doubt, but soon recovered from his past failures and accepted that he was still the "heir of Riverrun" "fact……

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Castle bedroom.

Arya was packing her belongings in her room, packing her things into a polished hardwood box that was taller than she was, with her maid Melanie helping her.

Arya glanced at the maid, so big!

Why is it so big?

Could it be that Sir Domeric has been doing that kind of thing to her?

Just when Arya was staring at the size of the maid.

The sound of iron boots hitting the ground came from outside.

"Arya, are you okay yet? I'm waiting for you." People outside were asking.

Seeing that it was Lord Domeric, Arya jumped up happily, then made a face and said, "I have packed all my things."

She pointed at the huge box that was not even one-third full and the clothes scattered on the floor, and said angrily:

"But your maid said that I didn't fold the clothes beautifully, so I had to start over. She also said that even a country woman would never throw clothes into the box like rags. inside."

"Oh, so you threw the clothes into the box like rags?" Domeric grasped the key point and asked with interest.

"Gee, these clothes are going to be a mess sooner or later anyway," Arya said. "Who cares if they're folded or not?"

"Forget it, just as you said, we're going to leave soon!"

Domeric then turned around and told Melanie to keep an eye on her daughter and take her own cow with her.

"Lord Domeric, did you forget that thing today?"

A hint of shyness suddenly appeared on Arya's face.

Domeric looked confused.

"That's the thing!"

Arya looked at the corridor outside the door excitedly and nervously, "I'll close the door first."

So that’s what happened!

Domeric thought that the little girl was only three minutes hot, but he didn't expect that Arya persisted for several days. It seems that the obsession of "wanting to grow up quickly and not be laughed at by Sansa" is very powerful.

"Okay," Domeric had no choice but to order to the confused maid, "Melanie, I'm a little thirsty, go and give me some milk!"

He dismissed the maid casually. After all, the less people knew about this kind of thing, the better.

After seeing the maid leave, Arya quickly took off her clothes.

"Lord Domeric, it's okay now!" she said in a small voice, her breathing quickening.

"How does it feel, a little bigger?" Arya giggled at him.

"It's indeed a lot bigger." Domeric didn't want to dampen the little girl's confidence.

"Lord Domeric, when will I be as old as your maid?" Arya suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Domeric felt a barrenness somewhere, "Then you need to work harder!"

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ten days later.

Riverrun.

There are noisy people outside the castle, but inside the thick stone walls, it is still warm and quiet.

Lady Catelyn sat on the edge of the bed.

For the past two days, she had been guarding Robb almost day and night.

She had meals brought to her room, along with a chamber pot and a small hard bed, but she never closed her eyes.

Lady Catelyn herself fed her son a drink of honey, boiled water, and herbs.

She never left the room for a moment, but Robb's condition never improved.

The person lying on the bed in front of her was no longer the heroic and upright son in Lady Catelyn's memory.

Lady Catelyn had always thought that Robb looked most like her.

He has the beautiful colors of the Tully family - auburn hair and blue eyes. He also has the look of his father Eddard Stark, a kind of resolute and coldness that belongs to the north.

But the man lying on the hospital bed now was haggard and skinny, with sunken eyes, like two black holes, open, but as if he was at a loss.

He looked like a weak leaf that could be blown away by a strong wind.

"Robb, my dear son," said Lady Catelyn, "forgive me for not being able to see you until now."

Lady Catelyn felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but she cared no more.

"Robb, please stand up quickly. Your sister and I are waiting for you to recover..."

Lady Catelyn wiped away her tears and leaned over to kiss her son's cheek.

Robb looked so pale that she wondered if the bed could be moved to the window so he could get some morning sun.

"Mother, do you want something to eat?"

Sansa brings a steaming meal to Robb's hospital room.

She said, "You haven't slept for two days, it's time to rest."

Lady Catelyn looked at Robb on the hospital bed and was brushing away the fine hair from his forehead. She suddenly realized that his hair was very long and she had to find time to trim it for him as soon as possible.

"Just put it aside," she told her daughter, never taking her eyes off Robb.

"Mother, why are you doing this?"

Sansa's eyes held unbearable look, and she realized that her mother's gaze was not on her at all.

Lady Catelyn seemed to be talking to Sansa, but she was actually distracted, as if no one was watching.

"What's wrong with me?"

Lady Catelyn responded in confusion, "How can you ask such a thing? What do you think I am doing? I am taking care of your brother, I am taking care of Robb!"

"How can this be taken care of? You haven't stepped out of this room since Robb returned to Riverrun... You have been looking at him, but you didn't care whether he wanted to or not..."

"I can't leave him, not even for a moment, he is already so haggard..."

Lady Catelyn took Robb's hand and slipped his fingers between hers.

He was so fragile and thin, with no strength at all in his hands. Fortunately, he could still feel the warmth of life through his skin.

"Mother, what Robb needs is quiet cultivation, not hysterical company like yours!" Sansa said in a serious tone.

"What if I'm not here when Robb needs me?" Lady Catelyn murmured.

"Arya and I will take turns accompanying him, as well as the assistant maester, Miss Myriel Lannister..."

Sansa had seen Robb call the woman's name in his sleep more than once, instead of his mother and sister. It can be imagined that the woman was in his heart.

"That damn Lannister? No, no! I won't let her near my son again!"

Mrs. Caitlin said dully, "He is my darling. I prayed seven times to the seven faces of the gods in the church, praying for his speedy recovery. The gods will definitely fulfill my wish..."

Lady Catelyn looked crazy.

Sansa shook her head helplessly, turned and left. She had to find Lord Domeric for help.

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"Gods, why are you torturing me like this! Ned is no longer here, and my son has become like this... The gods are unfair! Gods deserve to die!"

Mrs. Catelyn kept cursing in her mouth.

"lady!"

Lady Caitlin didn't hear Domeric's footsteps, but when she looked up, she found her son-in-law standing a few steps away, looking at her intently.

She remembered her yelling behavior just now, and her face suddenly turned red, feeling ashamed of herself.

What is wrong with me?

She just felt so tired and had constant pain all day long.

Domeric looked from Lady Catelyn to Robb.

He seemed even worse than when he was in Golden Tooth City!

How is this going?

But looking at Mrs. Caitlin's appearance, Domeric instantly realized something.

Robb, who originally recovered from "PTSD" in a good direction.