Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

 Chapter 499 The belated judgment

The white dragon flies over the snow-capped Mingyue Mountains.

Seven closely connected slender white towers are looming among the clouds and mist, like seven pure white daggers piercing the heart of the sky.

“Your Majesty, the Eyrie is ahead,” Bran Stark said.

Samwell nodded silently, patted Cleopatra's neck, and motioned for her to land.

As the political center of the valley, the Eagle's Nest City is located on the top of the Moon Mountains. It is the tallest castle in Westeros and is also known as the most unbreakable castle.

To reach the Eyrie, the invaders must first capture the Blood Gate on the narrow mountain path, then capture the Gate of the Moon at the foot of the mountain, and then climb up the mountain through a very narrow narrow path. The entire process will be exposed to attacks from the Eagle's Nest City and the three auxiliary forts on the mountain.

This city on a hilltop is built of gorgeous white stone, which blends in with the snow and reflects dazzling brilliance in the sun.

The arrival of the white dragon caused a commotion in the castle, but soon Lady Lysa Tully, mother of Robert Arryn, Duke of the Eyrie, came to see her, surrounded by several well-armed knights.

"Your Majesty Caesar, I really didn't expect you to come to the Eagle's Nest City, and we were not notified..."

"We just happened to be passing by, and we didn't pay an official visit." Samwell said, "We won't stay too long. We will rest for one night and then leave."

"well."

 Compared to the last time we met in Starfall City, Lady Lysa seemed to be a completely different person.

She looks like she is twenty or thirty years older. Her reddish-brown hair is sparse and mixed with gray, and her bloated and flabby body is hidden under her expensive velvet dress and jeweled bra.

Her pale cheeks were powdered, but they still couldn't hide the ravine-like wrinkles. She was obviously only in her thirties, but she looked no different from an old woman in her fifties or sixties.

“Auntie,” Bran Stark said as he jumped off the dragon’s back with Hodor on his back, “how have you been lately?”

"Very good, very good." Lady Lysa forced a smile, "Bran, I heard that you fell from the tower. It was really terrible! Fortunately, the Seven Gods blessed you and you survived."

“It’s a pity that the Seven Gods did not bless my uncle.” Bran said suddenly and abruptly.

Mrs. Lysa's face froze, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared immediately. She walked diligently to the king and said:

“Your Majesty, please come in quickly, it’s cold outside.”

"No matter how cold it is here, can it be colder than the Great Wall?" Samwell said calmly. But he still walked towards the castle.

 The garden has been covered with heavy snow, and it is completely white.

Samwell stopped in front of a white marble statue of a woman weeping, turned back to Lady Lysa and asked:

“This should be the statue of Alyssa of the Arryn family, right?”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Although Lady Lysa didn't know why the king was suddenly interested in this statue, she still replied respectfully.

"I heard that six thousand years ago, Alyssa Arryn watched her husband being killed without shedding a tear." Samwell said pointedly, "So the gods punished her to die. I couldn’t stop crying afterwards.”

"Yes. The huge waterfall Alessa's Tears is named after her. The tears that the gods punished her flowed out from the Mingyue Mountains day and night, watering the black fertile fields of the valley plain." Mrs. Alessa felt guilty. said.

 “The gods are just,” Bran commented.

Samwell said nothing and continued forward, passing through a narrow weirwood door and entering the hall.

The dim sunset shone in through the arched windows, and dozens of torches were inserted into the iron candlesticks between the windows. The heat emitted warmed the entire hall.

At the end of the blue-grained white marble floor is a throne carved from weirwood, with the crescent falcon crest of House Arryn painted on the back of the chair.

 Samwell sat down on the throne and asked:

 “Where is Lord Robert Arryn?”

 “He fell asleep,” said Lady Lysa.

"So early?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Robert is still young and sleepy."

“Now that the king is coming to the Vale of Arryn, the Duke doesn’t even come out to greet him personally?” Bran questioned.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. Robert has been in poor health. He just drank poppy milk. I'm afraid it will be difficult to wake him up..."

"Forget it." Samwell waved his hand and asked, "Where is Lord Anda Royce?"Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

 “Count Anda has returned to Runestone City.” Lady Lysa said.

 Samwell narrowed his eyes and his tone became serious:

"He is the guardian of the valley appointed by me. Before Duke Robert comes of age, he should be the one to preside over the political situation in the valley. How can he return to Runestone City?"

"Count Anda is not used to the cold of the Eyrie." Lady Lysa glanced at the king cautiously and said, "And your majesty, the position of guardian of the valley has always been hereditary to the Arryn family..."

 “You are questioning my appointment?” said Samwell.

The coldness in his tone instantly swept across the entire hall, and even the torches on the wall dimmed.

 Just judgment will come sooner or later. "

Mrs. Lysa staggered on the spot a few times, collapsed, and stopped trying to defend herself.

She smiled sadly, put her hands on her stomach and rubbed it, and said:

"Yes, I love Petyr. How much ups and downs and tortures we have gone through between us. You don't know. I did have a very sweet little baby for him."

Her face turned ferocious: "But they took him away! With a cup of moon tea... When my father served it to me, I didn't even know what I was drinking! They murdered my child!"

 Then leave me to a smelly old guy!

 I hate them!

 I hate everyone!

Petyr told me he would avenge our children!

 I have indeed taken my revenge!

Ha ha ha ha!

Jon Arryn, that old guy didn’t even know who killed him until he died!

Hahaha…"

Listening to Lady Lysa's crazy words, the knights of the Arryn family changed their expressions. Finally, someone couldn't help shouting angrily:

 “Kill her! Avenge Lord Jon!”

 “Kill her!”

 “Kill her!”

More and more voices began to echo, filling the hall.

Samwell stood up from the weirwood throne, walked down the platform, came to Lady Lysa, and reached out to grab her arm.

 She did not struggle and allowed the king to drag her away.

Samwell came to the center of the hall, where two slender stone beams stood, and a narrow weirwood door opened in the marble wall.

It was tightly closed, with three heavy bronze bolts.

But through the gap, you can still hear the sound of the howling wind.

"This is the Moon Gate..." Mrs. Lysa's face turned extremely pale when she saw the crescent moon pattern carved on the door.

She must have realized what the king was about to do, and she suddenly began to struggle.

 But in front of Samwell, this struggle was in vain.

While holding down Lady Lysa, he lifted a bronze bolt, pulled it out, and threw it onto the marble floor.

 Then the second one, the third one...

boom-

As soon as the third door bolt was pulled open, the heavy wooden door was blown open by the strong wind and hit the wall hard.

 The wooden frame was covered with snow, and the cold wind kept pouring frost into the hall.

 Lady Lysa trembled:

“Please, Your Majesty! Mercy! Mercy! I have a child! My brother is going to marry your sister! Mercy!”

 “A woman like you does not deserve mercy.”

Samwell said, clasping her wrists with his backhand, locking them behind her back, and forcefully pushed her to the moon door.

 Outside the door, there is only blue sky, white snow, strong wind and emptiness.

Mrs. Lysa screamed and stepped on a piece of snow with her right foot. The snow piece quietly slid down the moon door and disappeared into the boundless void.

 Obviously, there is nothing but air below. The Eagle's Nest Castle is built on the mountain, and below it is an abyss.

 “No! Don’t!” cried Lady Lysa.

 “This is a belated judgment,” said Samwell.

 Then give it a gentle push.

Mrs. Lysa stumbled forward and plunged into the moon door.

She screamed, but it quickly dissipated into the void.

 For a long time, only the cold wind howled endlessly.

 (End of this chapter)

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