Chapter 244 Dragonstone Rebellion and Going North (1)
Dragonstone Rebellion and Going North (1)
Imrie Floren returned to his bedroom, his eyes filled with anger. The woman sleeping with him looked at him in horror and curled up in a corner of the bed.
Imri looked at her impatiently. The woman's hair was silver, which was not uncommon on Dragonstone. Many Valyrian families, such as Targaryen and Velaryon, lived on this barren island. Leave seeds on top.
He lifted up the quilt and twisted it into knots with both hands. The woman stared at him with some confusion, carefully recalling where she provoked this irascible knight.
"A bunch of idiots, they really inherited Stannis's pedantry! Support that little girl who has no teeth and still has gray scales on half of her face? It's crazy!" Imri Florent's face turned red. Panting, he put down the quilt and laid his head on the woman's soft belly.
The woman remained motionless, observing Ser Imry Florent with bated breath.
"Sir?" she asked tentatively, but he didn't respond at all.
The woman let out a long sigh, stretched out her hand to rub her shoulders, relaxed and leaned against the bed, closing her eyes to relax.
"This morning..." Imri said coldly, and the woman's relaxed body tensed up again.
"Is there a secret message from the other side this morning?"
The woman nodded and pointed to the drawer aside. There was still a crack in the drawer, and the tips of the feathers from the letter were exposed outside the crack.
Imri snorted and left the bed, walked to the drawer and took out the secret letter.
The familiar handwriting of Earl Alister came into his eyes. Imrie slowed down his breathing and read carefully while holding his breath.
"Is it sent here by Aeron?" He asked the woman out loud. Although Aeron was reckless, he was his younger brother after all, and he was one of the few people he could trust on Dragonstone.
Only the news he brought from the fleet could he dare to believe.
If this letter had still passed through the old immortal Maester Cressen, I would have loved to have jumped from the main hall of Dragonstone. It would have been better to be buried at the bottom of the sea than to die stupidly.
The woman nodded, gently pulled the quilt up, and held it tightly with her hands.
Imri let out a long sigh, feeling a heavy weight drop in his heart.
He clutched the letter, and his fingernails made a small mark on it, which was dented. The hints in the letter from Earl Alister, his grandfather, seemed to put him in an ice cave, and he thought of failure. I can't help but be afraid of the consequences.
Imri is well aware of the family's situation. He has bounced between Renly and Stannis twice, and his credibility among the nobles in the Reach is probably at its lowest point.
This will return to Lord Tyrell again, and I am afraid that he will have to use enough credit to offset the previous debt.
Helping the Arbor Fleet to deal with Dragonstone would be the best olive branch, Imri thought to himself.
Fortunately, he didn't mention surrendering to King Joffrey in the main hall, but threw out Renly to confuse the audience. Otherwise, he might have been arrested and thrown into prison by Asser's stupid uncle.
"Uncle Axel, I'm really sorry, but you have been fighting against the earl and dragging the precious Florentine infantry to the battlefield of the Blackwater River. I can't save you..." Imri thought to himself.
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Harold Hutton, who looked exactly like his father when he was young, faced him, "Leading the army to the Twins?"
Attis sat on the main seat and whispered softly, "The war-weariness in the army is high. You can just lead this army. Most of the others may have to be transferred back to the Riverlands and Arryn Valley."
Harold frowned, "Won't Corbray and Royce's armies fall back?"
"They have other military orders," Attis took the trouble to answer one by one. If the Arryn family still has close relatives in the valley, Harold in front of him must be among them. Even the Golden Eagle of Seagull Town, who is a distant relative, He also behaves like his own child. Although he doesn't know why, Attis always puts a lot of trust in his blood-connected clansmen. This is something that even the Royce family who raised him as a child cannot match. "You serve as the vanguard of the army heading north. This mission is not a battle. Jon Grafson of Twins City will be your barrier. Give your trust to him and everything will be easy to worry about."
Harold nodded and repeated Attis's words several times in his mind, "Yes."
Attis nodded slightly, Harold stood up, turned and left.
It is true that war weariness is growing in the army, but most of the recruiting teams come from the valley. As the weather gets colder, the instinctive fear of the valley people will be awakened. It is not surprising that they want to go home at this time.
But the team of the Gaoshan clan didn't buy it. They came out of the valley with the most sophisticated equipment in the valley, but they couldn't see any blood. People kept coming to their door and asking to fight.
But it is undeniable that the available combat power of the more than 30,000 valley troops at this time is slowly weakening. Although the consumption of successive battles will soon be filled by the fat of the Riverland, after all, Aylin has not yet conquered the river. The lands were completely digested, and the trust between the Vale and the Riverlands was only just established through marriage.
The brief silence didn't last long before it was broken by a "Duke".
Attis looked at the person who was wearing silk clothes that looked like a businessman. If he were fatter or had his head shaved, Attis could even mistake him for Varys.
It was just the golden eagle medal on the ring he wore that revealed his identity. Perhaps he was a brother of Evan Aylin.
"The Duke wants the Golden Eagle to stop moving?"
Artis nodded, "Just work in the brothel left by Littlefinger to collect intelligence. There is no need to make any external moves or take any action against the Red Keep."
The visitor didn't understand, but he didn't say much, just lowered his head, "I will report it to the Golden Eagle."
Attis watched the visitor leave. Ever since the news came that Eddard Stark had "resurrected from the dead" in the North, he knew that Varys could never belong to Stannis.
Thinking of Varys's actions, he wasn't even sure who the spider was loyal to, but it was definitely Stannis.
Blackwater Bay has long been blocked by the Dragonstone Fleet, and Varys is in the royal territory and has no possibility of escaping from the sea.
This eunuch has laid out so many things and messed up the kingdom in such a mess. Will he easily leave King's Landing, the center of the spider web, where there are countless little birds delivering information to him?
Absolutely impossible.
Unless he's crazy.
Attis concluded so.
The spider was waiting for an opportunity, and Attis thought of the wildfire rising and burning at the gates of King's Landing, green, like the flames of hell.
Even including Tommen's death, his identity as Myrcella's fiancé directly touched Tywin Lannister's nerves. Artis also suspected that Varys was causing trouble.
Tywin's way of putting the blame on Tyrion really puzzled him. In his opinion, the most worthy person for Lannister to befriend and win over was the "little man" who seemed to be on the edge but actually saved Lannister several times. Devil" Tyrion.
But this at least makes it clear that the internal conflicts between Tywin, Tyrion, and Lannister are much greater than they imagined.
This strengthened Attis' determination to protect Tyrion, which is why he insisted on letting Corbray and Royce's cavalry stay in the king's camp.
Evan Arryn also has this mission in King's Landing, acting as Arryn's dark side in King's Landing.
Although Attis said that he had left the political center of King's Landing and the Red Keep, he was not likely to give up his right to speak in the Royal Council, so he chose to let Robert Royce enter the Red Keep instead of him and act as the face of the Vale in King's Landing. To speak out for themselves, Anda and Weimar led their troops to camp in the royal territory to communicate inside and outside.
Tyrion's case is full of holes, and he trusts the impartial Royce to make a judgment.
As for Bronze Yohn, he wants to accompany him north to meet more important people.
(End of chapter)