Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 142 Repentance
"Father, the blacksmith,"

Robb and Jeyne looked at each other, opened their lips lightly, and chanted softly in unison.

The monk looked at the two people, the king and the girl, and made an oath of alliance in the name of the Seven Gods.

"Warrior, Virgin, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."

"I belong to her and she belongs to me"

"I belong to him and he belongs to me"

Robb and Jeyne followed the ceremony and recited the oath.

"It begins today and ends until death."

The monk nodded slightly and closed the Seven-Star Bible gently, "Your Majesty the King, and," he turned to Jenny, "Your Majesty the Queen."

Robb and Jeyne kissed each other, inextricably linked.

The monk gradually moved away from the kissing two people, passing through the sparse trees, and the carriage was hidden behind the church.

He looked at the boy holding the whip and said, "Come on, go east. The further east, the better."

"Understood!" The boy nodded slightly to the monk as if he had received a military salute.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" The monk got into the carriage and looked nervously at the direwolf flag flying not far outside the carriage.

"Why did you leave the Young Wolf Lord?" the boy kept chattering as the carriage traveled on the road, raising dust.

"Because we are too insignificant, so insignificant that the Heavenly Father can't even care about her, and the Holy Mother cannot have mercy." The monk sighed slightly in his heart when he thought of finding the Young Wolf Master who had witnessed his marriage, but he just shook his head.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand!~" the boy complained, but he was still skillful in raising the whip.

"We keep going east and rest along the church of the castle. Don't worry, the ones guarding the Golden Tooth City are the knights of the Seven Gods. They won't do anything to the monks. As long as we can reach the Riverlands, we will be safe for the time being." The monk murmured. , the young king may not necessarily know the price of what he does.
But the people under his rule knew it clearly and experienced it firsthand.

In the church outside Brand City, Robb hugged Jenny lightly, "I will definitely, definitely take you to Winterfell, under the weirwood trees, under the watchful eyes of the old gods, to witness the marriage again. After all, the Seven Gods of the South do not belong to north."

"It's all up to you, Your Majesty." Jenny smiled, the sweet happiness wrapped around her and would not fade away for a long time.

Rickard Karstark stood in front of Robb, the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed, "Your Majesty, King, you are really"

Greatjon Umber frowned, "Rickard?" He first protected Robb's right side, while his son Little Jon protected Queen Jeyne behind him.

"Valley, Your Majesty, have you considered the Valley?" Rickard stared, and he couldn't even say it. "You actually hid it from us, from your loyal minister! Go and make a marriage vow with this bitch? That bastard Seven Where is the monk of God? I will kill him!"

Daisy Mormont looked suspiciously at Queen Jeyne, who was protected by Little Jon Umber. The latter seemed to find it difficult to accept this kind of questioning, "Why don't you let the girl return to her own house, your majesty?"

Robb nodded slightly, and Little Jon immediately led Queen Jeyne outside the main hall of Brand City.

"This is extremely irresponsible behavior, Your Majesty the King," Daisy Mormont said to Robb when she saw Jeyne leaving. "The marriage relationship between the Royce family and the Starks for generations may be affected by this."

Willis Manderly, the heir of White Harbor, and his youngest brother Wendel Manderly looked at each other, looking at the angry Earl of Karstark in silence.

Deep worry was written on the faces of the Mandalay brothers, and they knew it.

Robin Flint, the heir to the Flint family, only looked at the somewhat furious Rickard Karstark with vigilance, holding the sword tightly in his right hand, ready to draw it out at any time.

In the small main hall of Brand City, more than thirty of Robb's personal guards and the leaders of the nobles around him were all present, looking at each other warily.

"Yon Royce will never give up, my king!" Rickard Karstark shouted, "if your father Eddard Stark were here"

"My father was beheaded by Joffrey and hung on the wall of King's Landing," Robb interrupted Lord Karstark's words with a restrained expression, "I will not forget my father's education." Rickard Karstark shook his head, turned around and rushed out of the main hall without stopping at all. The door of the main hall slammed against the wall, making a banging sound.

"I have made a promise, I have sworn my marriage vows, my lords," Robb said to everyone, "I will not break my vows and you will have your own queen."

Daisy Mormont gave Robb a deep look, "Perhaps I am presumptuous, Your Majesty," she approached Robb, "but we must give Lord Royce an explanation. If he hadn't led the cavalry to contain him tightly, Tywin’s main force.”

"That was obviously a failure," said Robin Flint. "Tywin's twenty thousand troops easily crossed the Blackwater and forced their way across the Red Fork."

"That's because." Daisy Mormont looked at Robb and did not point out that he did not inform the Arryn family in advance about becoming king. "No matter what, our retreat lies in the hands of the people of the Vale."

"Even if we don't go to the Twins," Robin Flint, who was beside Robb, told everyone, "and Theon, who is going to the Iron Islands, will bring us a transport ship, we can still go back to the North. He turned to look at Robb, "He has a fateful relationship with the king. Will the Greyjoy family help us?"

"The Greyjoy bastard? Does he have such a future?" Greatjon Umber frowned and asked aloud.

Daisy Mormont shook her head slightly, "Your Majesty, we must at least express it."

"I will personally write a letter to Attis and Lord Royce to express my apology and promise generous compensation. They can take away the gold mines in the West. We northerners don't need much," Robb said.

"All the southerners like golden dragons," the Greatjon added, but he turned around and looked at Robb, "But it's different in the Vale. At least half of them are northerners. King, this matter is important to everyone. It’s all bullshit and humiliating!”

"You are the king, and the Amber family will obey you," Greatjon pursed his lips, "but the bitch of the West is definitely not as good as the girl from the Royce family!"

There was silence in the main hall. No one would have thought that the head of the Amber family, who had been protecting the king just now, would actually despise the king's actions at this time.

Robb's face was uncertain, and sullenness had climbed onto his cheeks, but he did not choose to speak out.

Willis Manderly looked at the King of the North, "Since His Majesty has decided this, let's talk about the handover of the gold mine."

"Let the Manderlys do it." Robb straightened his upper body. He was the invincible King of the North. Robb thought to himself, gradually gaining confidence.

Willis and Wendell nodded slightly, turned and left.

"Write a letter to White Harbor. I am too stupid to know how to deal with this matter," Willis Manderly whispered to his brother. "Father needs to know this matter as soon as possible, and it is best to Send a letter to Cailin Bay and make preparations in advance. I will talk to the king about this later."

Wendel nodded slightly, looking straight ahead with a daze in his eyes.

"The Arryns and Royce families are not outsiders. Stark and they are brothers and sisters. I believe they will understand me and forgive me, and I will also bring them the glory of victory." Robb's words echoed in the main hall. , gradually becomes smaller.

In King's Landing, Tyrion sat on the Prime Minister's Tower, holding up the battle report sent by Tywin, thinking deeply.

"A disastrous defeat at the Red Fork Mountain," Tyrion murmured, "The cavalry of the West marched against Garlan Tyrell's front army, and the front army was defeated on its own initiative."

He touched his chin uneasily and wrote, "The Lannister family has nothing to rely on now. The Greyjoy family has an heir serving in Robb's army, which cannot be counted on. Tyrell and Stark are both strong enemies. Mattei Although it will be beneficial to us if you march alone, the hatred from decades ago is still there, and we can't rely on distant water."

Tyrion took a deep breath and said, "Although fighting Tyrell will bring small gains, it will not last long. Once Aylin joins forces with Stark again, our army's logistics will be cut off and King's Landing will fall."

"The top priority," Tyrion said aloud, "is to preserve our strength, return to Casterly Rock, defend the West, force the Starks to retreat, and sit back and watch the two deer fight for hegemony, reaping the benefits of the fishermen."

The little devil took a deep breath, blew on the surface of the letter paper, and shouted loudly, "Pod! Pod!"

Pod stumbled over and said, "Your Majesty Prime Minister."

"Give the letter to Bronn and have the scouts take it back to the barracks," Tyrion said.

After Pod left, Tyrion got out of the table and chair and lay down on the soft bed, mentally calculating the time for the envoy to go to the Eagle's Nest.

(End of this chapter)