Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 204 Martial Arts Tournament (1)

"Earl of the Pink City, Clement Piper of the Piper family! He brought his eldest son and legal heir Ser Marco Piper, and his second son Lince Piper to Harrenhal to meet the Governor of the Trident, Attis. Aelin!"

The steward of Harrenhal raised his voice, and his voice sounded particularly loud in the spacious Hundred Furnace Hall.

Red hair is the symbol of House Piper in the Riverlands. Pink City? It was indeed appropriate. Attis nodded slightly towards the Piper family who were bowing to him, "It's been a hard journey, Earl Piper."

The Piper family slowly retreated and found seats at the banquet in the Hundred Furnace Hall under the guidance of the maid.

Janos Bracken walked in impatiently, while the Steward of Harrenhal was still flipping through the roster in his hand.

"Earl of Stonehedge City, Janos Bracken of the Bracken family! Take him with him." The steward looked at the daughter who was surrounded by Earl Janos with some hesitation.

Genos stepped forward quickly and bowed slightly, "Duke Attis, please allow me to introduce the women of the family, my daughters, Barbara, Jayne, Caitlin, Beth and Alexa," He shouted in the hall, "The maidens of the Bracken family, I have long wanted to entrust them to the splendid and brave knights!"

This sentence caused a burst of cheers, thunderous applause and whistles in the banquet.

Attis studied Genos's behavior. So many daughters meant an equal number of allies. Earl Bracken did not hide his thoughts at all, but faced himself calmly.

He smiled slightly. It was his purpose to marry to stabilize the new territory. The Bracken family was the first batch of Riverland nobles to surrender to him, so they should naturally receive preferential treatment.

Artis raised his glass and said, "Here's to Bracken!"

Everyone at the banquet echoed, "Here's to Bracken!"

Lord Tytos Blackwood of Crowtree City, who had arrived early to take a seat in the Hundred Furnace Hall, looked at Janos Bracken who was receiving preferential treatment from Attis with a worried look on his face. His eldest son Brynden Blackwood whispered He secretly said: "Cowards who follow the trend of others!"

Genos waved to everyone with a smile, glanced at Mallister's seat twice, and followed the maid in high spirits, his smile not diminishing at all.

"People who don't know think he is Aegon the Conqueror." Lucas Blackwood, the second son of Earl Tytos, took a sip of wine and said angrily.

Lord Bracken did win the applause and cheers of Hundred Furnaces Hall like a victor. Tytos lowered his head. He knew that if Bracken gained favor among the people of the valley, Blackwood would have to be suppressed by his enemies for decades to come.

Tytos looked at his sons who had accompanied him to Harrenhal to participate in the upcoming tourney, and then looked at the meritorious knights who were guessing and drinking in the distance, and he was silent.

Artis used the cover of the wine glass to see Earl Blackwood, who was bowing his head in thought. He knew that reconciling the relationship between the feuding families of Bracken and Blackwood might be a key to the stability of the Riverlands, and he must not make any mistakes.

At least, the impression of disparity in strength between the two parties cannot be allowed to be implanted in either family.

"Jason Mallister!" the steward shouted loudly, "Earl of Seaside City, slayer of sea monsters! Knight of the Seven Kingdoms! With his eldest son and legal heir, Sir Patrick Mallister!"

Jason was clean shaven, and his chiseled face still retained the handsomeness of his youth.

And his son, Patrick Mallister, easily won the eager eyes of the women of Harrenhal. He smiled broadly and confidently followed his father to Attis.

"He is very handsome, father," Yassina Royce, the daughter of Earl Yohn and who was once married to the Young Wolf Lord Robb Stark, leaned on her father's shoulder. The Young Wolf Lord's regretful marriage did not give this The young and beautiful lady brought too many blows. She whispered in her father's ear, "Mallister is also a great noble of the Riverlands. It is said that he has a nobler bloodline than the Tully family."

Bronze Yohn frowned slightly, "There are too many nobler families than the Tully family, Yasina." He originally wanted to bring his daughter to Harrenhal to have contact with the knight he liked first, but he did not let his daughter The idea of ​​freely choosing a son-in-law, "Sir Michelle Redford, you have always known him. He has the best swordsmanship among the knights of the valley who have made meritorious deeds. I think"

But Yasina turned her head to the side, her tone a little bored, "Father, I have already obeyed your arrangement once, and all the White Walkers know the result."

Jon was speechless and his face turned red instantly. His daughter's accusation made the resentment towards Robb Stark well up in his heart again.

"I deserve to die, I swear, I will never hurt you again, believe me, Yasina." Jon dropped the iron fork in his hand, held Yasina's face, and said solemnly.

"Father means what he says, sister." Anda Royce swallowed a piece of bacon and said to Yasina.

Yasina just nodded slightly, her eyes still focused on Patrick Mallister who was kneeling in front of Attis.

"Your arrival has brought glory to Harrenhal, Lord Jason Mallister." Attis stretched out his hand to signal the earl to stand up. "I can't wait to see Mallister's outstanding performance in the tourney." .”

"As you wish, Duke Attis," Jason Mallister nodded lightly at first, and then continued, "On behalf of the people of Seaside City, I would like to express my gratitude to you and your knights. If the people invade without the help of the valley, I'm afraid."

The corners of Attis Aylin's lips slightly raised, "This is my obligation. The king has personally appointed me as the governor of the Trident River. Naturally, I should protect the people of the territory. Seaside City is also under the protection of the Aylin family." Jie Sen didn't respond, just nodded slightly, stepped back slowly, turned and entered the banquet.

At least he didn't object, Attis thought to himself. He glanced at Patrick Mallister, who was following his father. The latter looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

Seeing that there were no more guests outside the open stone door of Bailu Hall, the steward tapped the bell in his hand, "Dang, ding, ding, ding!"

"Mrs. He'an is unwell, please ask Duke Attis to deliver the speech instead." the steward said loudly.

He turned to look at himself, "Duke Attis." Seeing the Duke gently nodding, he immediately stood behind Attis.

Attis stood up, raised his glass and looked at the guests.

"Knights who have traveled thousands of miles to get here, from the tallest tower in Harrenhal, I can hear the sound of oars of ships on the wide and winding Red Fork River. Such sounds come from the riverlands, laden with goods, following the The tradition of the Trident River, the lords who rush to Harrenhal to trade money, they come from your lord’s castles, farmlands, fishing ports and towns.”

Attis raised his eyebrows slightly and joked softly: "I advise everyone to take care of their money bags, lest the golden dragon falls into the pockets of these fishermen and businessmen unconsciously, and the gain outweighs the loss."

Laughter rippled through the Bailu Hall, and people unconsciously grinned and followed behind.

When everyone's laughter subsided, Attis continued, his voice echoing in the majestic and spacious Hundred Furnace Hall, "The long bridge in the Twin River City has resumed operation, the towns and fishing villages on the Trident River have resumed trade, and your lords' farmland Farming resumed, the Riverlands survived rebellions and wars, and it returned to its former peace. Sirs, this honor belongs to everyone who makes the right choice."

"The Andals and the ancestors of the Riverlands finally no longer have to bear the price of the lord's foolish coercion, and they no longer have to accept the sanctions of the Iron Throne for the betrayal of the northerners." Attis looked around at everyone, "Joffrey The king has to sit and command in the war and cannot come in person, but to show the importance of the Iron Throne, my fiancée, Princess Myrcella, will send the royal blessing and protection to the knights."

"Enjoy this feast to your heart's content, what follows is a two-week martial arts competition!"

Attis raised his glass high and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Valley Eagle!"

The knights of the valley were the first to shout, followed by the nobles of the riverlands, and then the whole venue was excited.

"Princess, we will arrive at Harrenhal soon," said Ser Arys Oakheart, the Kingsguard responsible for the princess's personal safety. "The civilians we saw along the way with their families are also rushing to get there. Go ahead.”

Myrcella opened the curtain on the carriage, blinking with bright eyes, looking at the flying birds that fluttered and splashed in the distance.

"I wish the horses could grow wings and fly like the birds," she whispered.

The sound of galloping horse hooves came over. Sir Alex held his sword vigilantly and looked at the flag held by the cavalry who stepped out of the smoke in the distance.

"Crescent Falcon, my fiancé's flag!" Myrcella said first.

"Yes," Sir Alex looked helplessly at the excited princess, "This is the team of Duke Attis. In the Riverlands, this is probably the only possibility."

Wilma Royce reined in the reins and stopped where she was, bowing to the princess in the carriage, "Princess Myrcella, we are so far away. Duke Attis is still receiving guests at Harrenhal. It is really difficult to get away." Come and greet me personally, and tell me, Waymar Royce of the Vale, to come and meet you.”

"I follow the Duke's arrangements." Myrcella smiled softly and nodded lightly to Weimar.

"Ser Arys, follow Ser Waymar." Myrcella closed the curtain and ordered the White Knight.

She breathed softly and stroked her long blond curly hair with her hands, "Do I look good, Dokasa?"

Dorcasa is a fat maid. Her smiling mouth looks like she can swallow a whole piece of pizza, but Cersei trusts this fat girl unusually and specially arranges her to serve as a personal maid next to Myrcella.

"You can't look any better. Even a man with the most demanding eyes will lose his mind in front of you." Dokasha put down the sesame cakes that the princess had stolen from the kitchen for her, her eyes were wide open, and she didn't care at all. Be stingy with praise.

Myrcella sighed, "I hope so," she whispered.

　Let’s slow down the pace for a while, and I’ll update it today

　　

　

(End of this chapter)