Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 209 Martial Arts Tournament (6)

Myrcella walked back and forth in the banquet in the Hall of Hundreds, as if she belonged to this stage, and her behavior had no aristocratic impression of Queen Cersei's perfunctory attitude towards others.

"I remember the princess was blond." Jason Mallister frowned slightly, and then looked at Bronze Yohn, who was not far away drinking and chatting with the knights. The latter also went to King's Landing to meet Princess Myrcella when she was a child. , but didn't seem to take it to heart.

"Earl Jason," Myrcella's voice was close at hand, soft and gentle, "I hope that Seaside City will recover from the ironborn's plunder as soon as possible. If the earl needs it, I am willing to be a messenger. Your need is iron." The needs of the throne.”

The princess lowered her head slightly, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Oh, I" Jason didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only bow and thank you, "Thanks to your concern, the people of Haijiang City are well protected behind the strong city walls. That group of bastards seems..." Realizing that these foul words to describe the ironborn were not suitable to be spoken in front of the princess of the Iron Throne, Jason quickly stopped and said, "Those people."

"Misguided ironborn?" Myrcella said.

"Yes," Jason Mallister nodded in agreement, "Misguided. It's a very appropriate description. They don't believe in the old and new gods of the land. It's ridiculous to believe in the Drowned God."

"I believe that the ironborn will return to the embrace of the Iron Throne under Mallister's correction." Myrcella looked sincerely into Earl Jason's eyes. The latter could not refute him face to face, but agreed repeatedly.

Myrcella raised the wine glass lightly, "I'm afraid I can't bear the sour grape wine that the warriors of the Riverlands can drink happily, so I have to use fruit wine mixed with spices instead. I hope you can understand."

"That's natural." Jason was not good at dealing with women, let alone a princess, so he used alcohol to hide his inner discomfort.

He subconsciously glanced around, but unexpectedly saw his eldest son and the daughter of the Royce family chatting happily beside the stone pillar on the side of the Hundred Furnaces Hall. The latter listened to Patrick with slightly red cheeks. words.

"A well-matched couple, isn't it, my lord?" Myrcella said softly, "Royce is one of the oldest and noblest families in the valley. The ancient blood of their ancestors is still flowing through them. Miss Yasina also expressed her gratitude to me. She confided her heart's belongings."

"With Patrick?" Jason asked hesitantly. "Royce has always married with the families in the valley and the ancestors of the north, even with the Riverlands." He looked at Tytos who was close to Bronze Yohn. ·Blackwood, "Blackwood's ancestor bloodline is more accessible to Royce."

Myrcella followed Jason's gaze and looked at Earl Blackwood who was approaching Royce.

Bracken's daughters were in full bloom and received the most attention among the new rich and traditional aristocratic men in the valley, while Blackwood's sons sat silently at the banquet and watched with cold eyes.

The Bracken family has five daughters, and the Blackwood family has five sons. The two families have been feuding for thousands of years, which is really an evil fate.

However, Bracken was the first to surrender to the Valley, and even played a major role in defeating Robb Stark's northern rebels in the Battle of the Red Comet. Naturally, he was favored by the nobles, but Blackwood was the last to surrender. A nobleman of the Riverlands, Lord Tytos almost ruined his future for honor.

At least in the eyes of Lord Bracken, Myrcella thought to herself.

"But he doesn't have the princess as a matchmaker, Earl Jason," Myrcella smiled, "Blackwood and Bracken have a great hatred, and they are both the most important families in the Riverlands, and Royce," she looked at Attis Arryn, who was in the first place and looked at him, said, "Royce is the nobleman of the valley after Arryn, Lord Jason."

"If the princess can be Mallister's matchmaker, I would be very grateful." Jason looked at Myrcella, who was an extraordinary talker, in surprise. He was about to take advantage of the tournament to get close to Aelin and blend in with the nobles of the valley. Sela's words of help solved this problem for him, not to mention her marriage to the Royce family.

Myrcella happily accepted Jason's thanks and looked up at Attis, who slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The noise of the banquet seemed to disappear. Myrcella nodded slightly and lowered her eyes. Attis could only see her eyelashes trembling slightly, like fluttering butterflies.

The crowd at the banquet gradually became swaying in front of her eyes. Myrcella's eyes suddenly had many double images, and the floor and ceiling of the Hundred Furnaces Hall seemed to be shaking upside down.

Dokasha held her arm in time, "Princess, you must be drunk," the chubby face of the maid appeared in front of Myrcella, "I will help you go back to rest."

Myrcella staggered slightly and lowered her body, "Go through the side door." She did not object to the maid's decision. Myrcella put her hand on Docasa's chubby shoulder, feeling dizzy in front of her forehead, "I don't want to be there. Causing trouble to others at the banquet." "Fruit wine is also wine," a familiar but unfamiliar voice sounded in her ears, "You can get drunk if you drink too much."

"Duke, princess..." Dorcasa timidly responded.

Myrcella felt a pair of strong arms around her waist, and Attis's face came into her eyes.

The girl was very light. Attis nodded to Sir Alex and Ange who were coming over. The carriage parked quietly at the side entrance of Hundred Furnaces Hall for a long time.

"Let's go." Attis helped the princess in his arms into the carriage, letting the girl lean on him.

The renovated ground of Harrenhal was neatly paved with stone slabs, the wheels drove smoothly, and the only sound in the carriage was Myrcella's slight breathing.

Attis looked at the princess's flushed cheeks and slightly open mouth, and a long-lost sense of relaxation came over him.

Watching the maid Dorcasa helping Myrcella into the bedroom, Attis breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and entered the carriage again, closing his eyes to rest.

Melisandre sat across from Attis without saying a word.

"A good girl," she said.

Attis opened his eyes and turned to look at the castle outside the carriage curtain, which was full of play and noise.

"I don't know how many illegitimate children will appear tonight," Attis said with a calm expression. "Being born in this castle is considered bad luck."

"The ice blood of Stark can suppress the curse of the castle," Melisandre responded. "Under your rule, even if you are born in this castle, you will be favored by the eagle of the valley, and your life will be extraordinary. .”

"You think highly of me," Attis shook his head slightly, "In other words, the King of Light thinks highly of me."

There seemed to be some amusement in Melisandre's smile. She looked at Attis firmly, "You are the prophesied prince. This is a destined fact. Even if the prince is self-effacing, he cannot deny it."

Attis was silent and looked outside the carriage quietly.

After a long silence, the Duke broke the silence, "Princess Myrcella's hair, is it your magic?"

The stone road ahead became bumpy for some reason, and the car swayed slightly.

"The princess's own choice, hair color." Melisandre replied calmly, "The hair color changes according to the princess's will."

Attis frowned slightly and looked at Melisandre in confusion.

"The storm of Baratheon and the pride of Lannister are both contained in the princess's blood," Melisandre's mouth curved, "The caste is strong, isn't it?"

Attis's eyes moved slightly, "Are you sure?" His question was full of doubts.

Melisandre still wore a familiar smile, "Whether you are sure or not depends on you, my true king." Her red eyes stared at Attis, very tempting.

(End of this chapter)