Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 205 Martial Arts Tournament (2)

It seems that just like the "wrong spring", the weather in Harrenhal at this time, after many days of drizzle, finally saw the light of the clouds and fog. The sunshine was like a long flame, tearing at the clouds, burning and spreading. .

The mist on the surface of God's Eye Lake gradually dispersed, rippling out green and clear water waves, gurgling and flowing, with fish and shrimps scurrying around on the water from time to time. The rare silence after the war began seemed to be in Harrenhal, a cursed city. The castle was filled with smoke.

Even Mrs. He'an, who had been bedridden for a long time, accompanied by her maid, took a rare opportunity to stand on the tower on the lake side of Harrenhal, quietly overlooking this rare beauty.

Baratheon's crowned stag flag was flying at the forefront of the convoy, passing through the intricate bushes and puddles around Harrenhal. The wheels were stained with mud from the rain, and the blue crescent falcon flag seized control. On both sides of the convoy originally protected by the banner of the Lannister Lion, Waymar Royce and the blue-robed Vale Cavalry behind him held spears and shields and marched neatly on the ground with "Da" The sound of horse hoofbeats clearly shows the majesty of the royal family and the valley.

The large number of knight camps set up at the gate of Harrenhal City look like colorful ribbons from a distance. The colorful flags not only flutter on the walls of Harrenhal City, but also rattle on the wooden ropes that fasten the knight camps. , not to mention that the materials of these tents themselves are painted in various colors.

"Tommen will definitely like it here." Myrcella looked at the huge castle in front of her in amazement. She had been here with her father, but Harrenhal was so deserted at that time. The lonely and widowed Lady Hean was there. Joffrey's mouth became an old witch covered with wrinkles of toads. This terrifying castle was like Balerion, the Black Death with its bloody mouth, and now...

Groups of masons and stonemasons were playing leisurely beside the city wall, and the smell of honey could be heard from afar. Myrcella looked at the wooden barrels mounted on the donkey cart, and was sure that the group of people riding donkeys came from Maidenpool or The sugar makers in Yanchang Town, because the princess was in the palace, had only tasted the candies produced in these two places.

The pot-bellied brewer, the weaver operating the spinning wheel, the miller commanding the carts of grain sacks

I'm afraid the entire Riverlands may have come here, Myrcella thought.

She looked at the tallest tower of Harrenhal, with the blue and white flag of the Crescent Falcon waving in the wind, and her anticipation of seeing Lord Attis grew stronger.

"No one can stop me from getting out, I am the king!" Joffrey shouted at his mother.

Cersei could only be so patient when dealing with Joffrey, and she kept smiling as much as possible, "You are the king, no one can deny it, so you have to stay in King's Landing to defend against the rebels from Storm's End and Dragonstone. ."

"Pfft!" A sneer came from Joffrey's mouth, his tone still disdainful, "I have long ordered the City Guard and Tywin Lannister to go south to fight against Stannis, the traitor. It is he who is cowardly and cowardly. , huddled within the walls of King's Landing and did not dare to send troops, otherwise under my rule, the seven kingdoms would have long since surrendered to my throne, so how could there be any war?"

Even Cersei would find this sentence ridiculous, "Lord Tywin is your grandfather, my father, and a member of the royal family." Cersei suppressed her smile and wanted to show off the majesty of the queen mother.

"I only see a careerist who controls the government and the public and is greedy for power!" Joffrey shook his sleeves and roared.

Cersei's mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. She walked closer to Joffrey and held his hand. "If it weren't for grandpa, your head would have been hanging on the top of King's Landing. If it weren't for Lan You have been slaughtered countless times by Stannis in Nestor’s army, why do you feel so?”

Joffrey broke away from Cersei's hand, "I have only heard the minstrel tell the story of the Eagle Red Comet defeating the wolf cubs in a battle, but I have never heard of a lion winning on the battlefield." He stared at his mother, "Maybe the real My loyal vassal is Attis Arryn, whom my father Robert wanted me to follow as a squire, not my dear grandfather."

Cersei grabbed Joffrey by the collar and forced him to look into her wide eyes, "Listen clearly to me, little Joe, your father Robert married me just so that you could have a Lannister hero behind you." The lion’s support is not Arryn of the Vale, Eddard Stark is still your father’s self-confessed brother, doesn’t he still assassinate your father and want to sit on the throne that belongs to you?”

"So far," Cersei's high-pitched voice almost tore Joffrey's eardrums, "only the Lannister, my father Tywin, and your uncle Jaime are fighting in bloody battles, and that Attis... Arryn defeated Robb Stark by luck, but used a lot of trophies to let you, the king he should bend the knee to serve, stand on the front line of King's Landing, while he held a grand tourney at Harrenhal behind. , this is contempt for the Iron Throne and contempt for the king!"

Joffrey's neck was red from being strangled by the collar. Cersei quickly let go of her hand when she saw it and watched Joffrey adjust his collar in disgust. Joffrey looked at Cersei and said, "Remember, I am your king, don't call me Little Joe again." He turned and left angrily, and the Kingsguard quickly followed behind him.

Cersei stood alone behind her, watching Joffrey's back getting farther and farther away, her eyebrows furrowed deeper, and worry filled her brows.

On the outside of the castle, a huge high platform for people to watch has been built. In the middle of the jousting contest, the crowned stag symbolizing the royal family and the crescent falcon flag of the valley are flying side by side in the wind. The dyer is doing the final color mixing. , the carpenter is checking the quality of the high platform, everything is ready for the tournament.

Myrcella's motorcade stopped next to the tower. Weimar whispered to Myrcella in the car: "Princess, the residence the Duke has arranged for you is here."

Dorcasa suppressed her excitement. It seemed that she was even more excited than the master she served. "Princess, maybe we should meet with the Duke as soon as possible. We have never met since you got engaged."

Myrcella took a deep breath and looked at the towering black tower in front of her. "Don't be impatient, Dokasha," she held her chest, her face gradually returning to calm, "I am a princess of the royal family, and I should maintain my dignity."

She opened the curtain and said, "Sir Weimar, please give me directions to my servants and let them put my luggage. I am a princess and represent the royal family and my brother King Joffrey abroad. I should visit Lady Hean first to express my gratitude. My royal condolences." Myrcella looked apologetically to Wayma, and nodded slightly to Ser Arys of the Kingsguard.

Weimar frowned slightly and pointed to the city wall in the distance, "Mrs. He'an should be in the bedroom or the city wall near the God's Eye Lake. The steward of Harrenhal may be able to show you the way."

Myrcella nodded slightly and smiled, "It couldn't be better." She pulled up the curtain again, lowered her head and played with the ends of her golden hair.

"Aren't you looking forward to the stars and the moon, counting the days until you can see the Duke outside King's Landing? Why do you calm down when you are already there?" Dorcasa asked in confusion.

Myrcella winked playfully and said nothing. Instead, she lay back on the soft bed and closed her eyes to rest.

After all, Harrenhal still belongs to the He'an family in name. As a princess, if she goes beyond Mrs. He'an to see the Duke directly, I am afraid that not only will the Duke regard her as frivolous and unruly, but the Duke's own situation in Harrenhal will also be criticized by the nobles. The old tradition questioned that she was not willing to cause such unnecessary trouble to Attis.

She touched her chest, her heart beating so hard that she couldn't calm down. Myrcella pursed her lips, remembering her uncle Tyrion's words.

"Fall in love with Duke Attis. It will be good for Lannister, for you, for Cersei, and for Joffrey." Tyrion said to himself at the gate of King's Landing when he was trying to persuade him to stay.

When Attis won the tourney on Joffrey's name day and presented him with a wreath, Myrcella could never forget it.

(End of this chapter)