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?"

 “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.

"No, no..." Mrs. Lysa felt a terrifying pressure, rolling back like a tide, making it almost impossible to breathe.

 She didn’t understand why the king was targeting her so much, but thinking that her brother was about to marry his sister, she was ready to try to improve relations and ease the atmosphere:

"Your Majesty, I don't know when Edmure and Tara's wedding will be. I want to make preparations early and take Robert to watch the ceremony."

Samwell did not answer this question, but looked at Lady Lysa quietly with indifferent eyes. It was not until he saw fine cold sweat oozing out from her forehead that he spoke again:

 “Calling all the knights in the castle, I have something to announce.”

Mrs. Lysa had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she did not dare to disobey the king's order.

Soon, hundreds of knights loyal to the Arryn family in the Eagle's Nest City gathered in the hall.

“Your Majesty, all the knights of House Arryn are here.” Lady Lysa said.

She secretly looked at the king on the high platform. He was sitting on a weirwood throne. The marble wall behind him reflected a pale light, a cold light...but it was not half as cold as the king.

 He came from the Great Wall of Impasse, and seemed to have brought all the black ice from the far north to the Eagle's Nest City.

Mrs. Lysa felt uneasy, but at the same time she kept comforting herself——

 No way, he couldn’t know that!

 But if not, why does the king treat himself like this?

There are also hints of Alessa's tears...

“Everyone,” the king spoke, his loud voice echoing in the hall, “today I want you to be a witness.”

 Witness?

The knights of the Arryn family were a little confused when they heard this, but they still listened quietly to the king's speech.

"Four years ago, Jon Arryn, the last Duke of the Eyrie, was poisoned and died in Starfall City. I was also present at the time and witnessed the tragedy." Samwell continued, "I made up my mind at that time Determined to give justice to Lord Jon Arryn and find out the real culprit who killed him!"

"Hasn't the real murderer been killed, Your Majesty?" Lady Lysa said quickly, "It was Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper. You killed him with your own hands in Skyreach City! You have already served Jon... Duke Arryn has taken revenge! The Seven Gods have witnessed it, and the Arryn family will always remember your kindness!"

"Really?" Samwell smiled faintly, turned to look at Bran Stark and asked, "I heard that the 'Three-Eyed Raven' flew in the river of time and saw the past scenes. Bran, Have you seen the true murderer of Jon Arryn?"

Bran nodded, looked at Mrs. Lysa with cold eyes, and said:

“Auntie, you are the real murderer of Jon Arryn.”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall.

The knights all looked at Lady Lysa with disbelief.

"You're kidding, aren't you, Bran?" Lady Lysa's hands were shaking, and her face became paler than the white stone walls of the Eyrie.

"I can swear on the honor of the Stark family." Bran said solemnly, "What I say is absolutely no lie."

"No! Never!" Mrs. Lysa screamed, "You are lying! How could I murder my husband!"

"Because you don't love your husband at all." Bran continued in an indifferent tone, "You love Petyr Baelish, 'Littlefinger', and it was he who ordered you to poison Jon... Aelin.”

 The discussion in the hall suddenly became louder.

"Lies! They are all lies!" Mrs. Lysa pointed at Bran with a trembling finger, her face gradually became ferocious, "Why do you want to harm me! I am your mother's sister!"

 “The gods will not tolerate those who kill their relatives,” Brand said.

Mrs. Lysa was shaking with anger, but then she saw the king on the high platform and said quickly:

"Your Majesty, please don't believe Bran's lies! How could I do such a thing? I..."

 “What if I believe that?” Samwell interrupted lightly.

Mrs. Lysa suddenly froze on the spot, as if she had become an ice sculpture.

 Samwell spoke again and asked:

"Lysa Tully, when Robert Baratheon held the Red Viper trial in King's Landing and invited you to come and testify, why didn't you go?"

"I..." Lady Lysa immediately shouted, "I am worried about being retaliated by the Red Viper. Yes, I am afraid that he will poison me too!"

"Oh? That's right." Samwell said, "What about the love affair with Littlefinger?"

"It's all lies!" Lady Lysa shouted, "How could I fall in love with a guy of low birth! Have you ever been to the territory of House Baelish? There are only desolate coasts, rugged rocks, sheep dung and Horse manure!”

"If that's the case, why are you pregnant with the child of such a young noble?" Bran asked.

Hearing this, Mrs. Lysa seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, and she stood there without moving for a long time.

"Yes, Aunt, I know it all," Bran said, his eyes flashing with pity and wisdom beyond his years. "You don't have to deny it."

 Samwell also spoke:

"Actually, Littlefinger told me all this before he died. It's just that over the years, I haven't had time to deal with it, and you have been hiding in the Eyrie. But Lysa Tully, you can't last forever Hide. The gods will not allow you to hide anymore.

 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.