Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"I'm full." Arya remembered the etiquette she had to take into account in front of her mother and many nobles.

"Mother, I will take my leave now." She recited stiffly.

"Not yet," said Lady Catelyn. "You haven't finished your food yet. Please sit down and clear the food on the plate first. Don't waste it."

"Suddenly~~" Before Lady Catelyn could react, Arya ran towards the door.

The other nobles on the oak table laughed.

The gentle smiles of the nobles were extremely harsh in Lady Catelyn's ears.

She suddenly felt that the noble girl etiquette she had always insisted on had been trampled on by her daughter.

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Go back to your bedroom.

Arya dragged out the box at the foot of the bed.

She knelt down, lifted the lid, and using both hands, began to throw her clothes out, throwing her hands full of silk, satin, velvet, and wool clothing onto the floor.

Then he pulled out a rapier.

Arya picked it up gently and unsheathed the sword.

Because Lady Catelyn had always objected to her practicing swordsmanship, when Arya practiced swordsmanship, she would either run to Lord Domeric or find a secluded place where no one was around.

Arya planned to take the sword with her, wear a pair of good boots, and a warm cloak, steal some food from the kitchen for food when going out, and then find a secluded place to practice her sword skills.

A gentle knock on the door brought her back to reality from her beautiful plans.

"Arya," Lady Catelyn called, "open the door, we need to talk."

Arya turned around suddenly and heard her mother's voice.

She reluctantly opened the door.

I saw Lady Catelyn standing alone outside the door, looking rather out of anger than out of unspeakable pity.

When she first returned to Riverrun, her mother was worried about her brother Robb. But although she often visited Robb in the past few days, she was not as stubborn as before. What happened in the meantime?

This makes Arya very strange...

Ever since Lady Catelyn realized that her son didn't need her, but the assistant maester Myriel Lannister, she no longer stayed by her bedside all night.

Over the next few days, Robb's symptoms improved significantly.

As a mother, Lady Catelyn was happy about this and heartbroken at the same time...

Without her son as a spiritual support, Caitlin turned her attention to her two daughters.

The eldest daughter Sansa is a pure noble lady, Lady Catelyn is not comfortable at all, but the second daughter Arya is a "troublemaker".

Lady Catelyn couldn't help but start to worry about her...

She closed the door, saw the rapier in her daughter's hand, and asked, "Whose sword does it belong to?"

"This is……"

Arya forgot that she still held the rapier in her hand, so she had to confess honestly: "This is a gift given to me by Lord Domeric when we were in Winterfell. Don't you know?"

"Give it to me." Lady Catelyn said in a serious tone.

Arya reluctantly handed over the sword, wondering what was wrong with her mother.

Lady Catelyn turned the sword over and over in the light, looking at both sides of the blade, and then measured the sharpness with her thumb.

"This is a sword used to kill people. It is not a children's toy. Girls should not touch it." She said coldly, "Especially a noble lady!"

Arya bit her lip and said nothing.

Lady Caitlin's tone became more severe: "God knows how much I want you to become a lady, but this is simply an impossible task..."

"But I don't want to be a lady at all!" Arya said angrily.

Lady Catelyn sighed, "Ah, Arya, my child, Ned often said that you have a special wildness, called the 'blood of running wolves'. Your aunt Lyanna is like this. She is both beautiful and willful. As a result, The beauty is ill-fated..."

Arya said unconvinced: "What does this have to do with me!"

Suddenly Lady Catelyn's arms embraced her.

Arya turned her head and buried it in her chest.

Mother and daughter embrace each other tenderly.

"Come on, my dear boy, sit down, there is something I want to try to explain to you."

Lady Catelyn whispered, and Arya heard sadness in her voice.

"Okay." Arya sniffed and blushed.

"You are too young to share all my worries." Lady Catelyn told her, "But you are His Majesty Joffrey's fiancée and the future queen..."

"But everyone knows that Joffrey won't sit on the throne for long!"

Arya raised her eyebrows and sounded teasing.

"What are you talking about?" Lady Catelyn asked in disbelief.

"Lord Domeric's subordinates all said so, especially Count Wendel, who looks like a walrus.

If you don’t believe it, you can ask Sansa or Jon!

The unlucky Lord Joffrey has been locked up in the palace of Maegor's Tower in the Red Keep by Lord Domeric, and a group of wild men are responsible for guarding him. "

"You mean, your brother-in-law Domi, he imprisoned the king!" Lady Caitlin sounded frightened.

"That's right! When I passed by there, there was a sound like a slaughtering pig... and someone yelled 'Reek', 'Reek' and so on."

Arya put her index finger on the side of her cheek, thought for a moment and said.

Lady Catelyn suddenly felt dizzy.

By the gods!

Her good son-in-law Domeric Bolton, as the "Hand of the King", actually imprisoned King Joffrey Baratheon?

If Ned were alive, would he allow Domi to commit such a disobedient act?

When Domi assumed the position of "Hand of the King", he must have sworn allegiance to the King!

But now, he has betrayed his oath and honor!

"Arya, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this!"

Lady Catelyn's mood suddenly changed and she returned the rapier to her daughter.

"I will." Arya promised, "Mother, can I keep this sword forever?"

"Whatever you want."

Lady Catelyn knew very well that if she really took the sword away by force, she would probably find the bolas under Arya's pillow soon.

But what really worries her now is that her son-in-law imprisoned the kings of the Seven Kingdoms!

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at the same time.

A bathhouse in Riverrun.

The bathroom was filled with thick steam rising.

A figure suddenly appeared in the water vapor.

That's a man's body.

Domeric's body was looming in the water vapor.

He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, strong muscles, a solid and shapely figure, thick and powerful arms, and is as toned as a sculpture of the ancient Greek god of war...

Domeric is taking a "milk bath" with his fiancée Sansa!

"Milk bath" is a kind of therapy that uses fresh milk or goat's milk for partial or full body immersion.

Milk has the effects of mild nourishment, high moisturizing, and body whitening.

Taking a warm bath or soaking the whole body can not only regulate bad emotions and relieve physical and mental stress, but can also replenish the skin's nutrition, which has the effect of beautifying and anti-aging.

Cleopatra, the peerless queen who captured the hearts of two ancient Roman emperors, knew this well.

It is said that she must take a donkey milk bath every day, which makes her skin tender and smooth, as if water can be squeezed out with a gentle squeeze.

With nothing to do today, Domeric wanted to give it a try.

Early in the morning, he asked his maid Melanie to squeeze a large can of milk, mix it with warm water, plant essential oils, and fresh flower petals, and then add an appropriate amount of honey, juice, refined salt, etc. to make a mixed milk bath...

At this moment, Sansa stood behind Domeric, her hands flat on his back, massaging gently.

Two soft palms moved slowly along the tough and smooth back muscles.

The girl was very patient, until Domeric's back showed a faint red color, and then her hands slid down along the waist...

The main reason is that the original body has a very good foundation, and Domilik's several years of military career have developed a strong body of muscles.

Therefore, Sansa's particularly bright eyes were always wandering around him.

Not only men like beautiful women, but women also like handsome men.

Especially a man with a sculptural beauty.

"Sansa, come in front of me. It's my turn to massage you."

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The maid who was heating water for them couldn't help but twitch her lips.

As a maid serving the bath, Melanie must observe the water temperature at close range and add firewood and water under the bath in time.

At the same time, the water temperature must be kept neither hot nor cold.

Melanie watched the lord press and press her, and then she touched Miss Sansa...

Suddenly, there was a sound in the bathroom...

But looking at this beautiful noble lady... is a bit strange.

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