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Arya and someone walk across the arch bridge of the Twins.

Below is the turbulent Green Fork River. They first heard the sound of the turbulent water, and they pondered endlessly, like a giant beast roaring. Looking at the turbid, swirling green water, Arya felt shocked.

Her mother, Caitlin, and her brother, Robb, and her uncle, Amed, were at the forefront, pulling some distance.

Arya quietly apologized to someone,

"I'm sorry, I was here to say goodbye to my mother and brother, but Brother Robb has a request from the Frey family. I heard that my uncle is going to marry his daughter here. This banquet serves as Stark I Participation is necessary."

Someone didn't answer, the castle gave him a strong sense of danger.

He remembered what Lynn told him at the fishing village port.

"Don't bring Arya into the Twins if it's not necessary."

Lynn's tone at that time carried a very strong warning.

However, it's too late to say anything.

He was in the city now, and he was full of doubts.

Did Lynn know that Arya's relatives would appear in the Twins? Even a premonition of a possible crisis here?

When he entered the Twins City last night, he even saw the figure of Linn's attendant, the knight Shifu, who came from outside the city. What the heck is going on?

Someone is lost in thought.

The wedding will take place in the ballroom of the Freys' house in the inner castle of the Twins. Before stepping into the hall, Robb straightens the crown he is wearing with his hands, and Caitlin and Edmure also enter, followed by Robb marched from the north to the south. He had just suffered a defeat and was in urgent need of aristocratic officers at all levels to replenish his soldiers.

The flag-bearer, Sir Leonard Westerling, was a lean, rugged young nobleman with tight chestnut hair and a very bushy moustache.

He handed over the snowy flag flying the flag of the Stark family's wolves, and handed it over to a squire at the door.

Then, next to Miss Arya Stark, and right behind her, a thin man he had never seen, walked in.

Leonard jokingly said to Arya: "Miss Arya, I heard that you were welcomed back by a young noble in the north, why didn't you see him personally escorting you to the Twin Rivers City? I can guarantee that you will be able to escape from the dangerous river. The guy who took you away must be a young talent."

Speaking of Lynn, Arya smiled and said, "Yes, Lord Leonard, he is a descendant of the Rothschild family, a viscount who has inherited the ability to tame the ancient lions."

"Gripen?"

"Yes, it has the wings of an eagle and the body of a lion. Its beak is also an eagle's beak, which is very sharp. When it grows up, it will not be inferior to the direwolf."

Arya excitedly introduced, and Sir Leonard listened politely, but he didn't believe that there was such a thing in the world at all. He had never seen an ancient griffin-taming family in the records.

However, as a vassal of the Stark family, she felt that Miss Arya was still young, and her words were always exaggerated.

Sir Leonard felt that it was necessary to mention the second Miss Stark. It is the duty of a Stark to maintain the high status of the direwolf in the north.

He smiled and said: "The lion in the northern kingdom can't be a match for the direwolf, even if it has a pair of... strange wings."

Arya felt that the Gripen Golden Pig had a bright future, but she understood the kindness in Sir Leonard's words.

Erya didn't argue anything. She expected that Lynn and his Gripen would be recognized by these great nobles in the north in the future, and she remained optimistic about it.

She smiled back and said, "Sir Leonard, what you say is always irrefutable."

Erya walked at the end of the line talking about Lynn, while Robb and Caitlin in front were also talking in a low voice.

"Robb, defeat is a common occurrence on the battlefield. No one can win forever. You have to learn from your lessons and be cautious," Caitlin told her son in a low voice, looking at the Frey family servants who were setting tableware in the hall. Lord Wade has a thin skin and a sharp tongue, and now we have things to ask of others, you must not offend his self-esteem."

Robb nodded and said: "Don't worry, Mother, I know the nature of the Foyle family, and I also know that because I broke the engagement with Lord Foyle's daughter, I hurt his dignity, and now I urgently need his help. Today, I will praise them like a monk."

Caitlin continued, "You also need to thank your uncle and the entire Tully family."

Robb glanced at Amade behind him, holding back the smile at the corner of his eyes.

"Of course, the Tully family...mainly my uncle paid a great price for it."

Catelyn knew the son was referring to her younger brother, Emud, who was about to marry a daughter who was said to be one of the many ugly daughters of the Freys.

Caitlin felt a little uneasy.

"I'm not referring to this, but the fact that Amud betrothed her daughter to Foyle as her ninth wife, and the girl wasn't happy about it."

Robb said lightly, "Just an illegitimate daughter."

Robb has never felt much about illegitimate children. As the eldest son of the Stark family, he is closer to his father's adopted son, Theon Greyjoy, and not too close to his illegitimate brother, Jon Snow. Much emotion.

As for the illegitimate daughter of his uncle's house, he didn't even have the slightest impression~www.readwn.com~ As a woman, Caitlin was also a little sensitive to the issue of illegitimate children, but she still felt a little bit of her eldest son Robb's tone. uncomfortable.

She sighed and didn't continue the topic.

"When the banquet starts, please don't be picky about the food the other party provides. You can eat whatever they give you, and enjoy whatever you eat and drink. If they don't open your mouth, ask for it. Once you eat his bread and salt, you It means that you should enjoy the rights of a guest, and under his roof, he has obligations to you as a host."

Robb found it interesting, he understood that this was an ancient tradition, similar to the nobles' commitment to the rights of their guests.

As long as the host entertains a distinguished guest with food, he must ensure that the guest will not die on his own table.

He came to the seat in the banquet hall and said softly when he was about to take his seat: "Mother, although I lost the battle in the Hejian Land, Commander Bolton has already gone to the north and assembled a whole new army to come to protect it, there is no need to send Looking forward to bread and salt. Now, please take care of my sister, Arya must have a lot to say to your mother."

Caitlin sighed, thinking it was time to talk to her little daughter. They were tired when they met yesterday, and it was too late to talk about the mother-daughter bond.

She turned around and searched for Arya from among Robb's many vassals.

I searched for a long time, but found nothing.

Caitlyn called Sir Leonard Westling, who had been walking at the back of the line, to ask.

Leonard said in a low voice, "Ma'am, Miss Arya said that the atmosphere in her banquet hall is too boring, and she wants to go shopping in the city and come back in a while."

"She is alone?"

Leonard thought for a while and said, "No, the thin-faced attendant who had been with the young lady also left."