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#244 - Chapter 18: A Game of Thrones (I)

After the two left, old Walder stared at the mysterious man before him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Alright, now can you tell me what's going on with that Galon? I heard those guys talk about him like he's some kind of god. I just want to know if he will have any impact on our plan?"

The mysterious man slowly lifted the hood on his head, revealing a cold and resolute face. It was Roose Bolton. He calmly sat opposite Lord Walder and replied in a calm tone, "Galon is indeed not simple. According to the information we have, in addition to the thousand cavalry here, he has gathered at least ten thousand troops in his own territory. Moreover, his father is Marquis Adrian, and now the entire Claw Peninsula is under the control of their family. Although the Lannister army was active in the Maidenpool area, they did not dare to easily set foot in the territory of House Celtigar."

Old Walder snorted coldly with a displeased expression, "Hmph, just a bunch of nouveau riche. It seems we can't easily get rid of him now." The Frey family has always been unpopular among the noble circles of Westeros. Everyone thinks they are just a bunch of wealthy bumpkins, and they are simply not worth mentioning compared to those ancient families with thousands of years of history. Despite this, the Frey family still has more than six hundred years of history. Old Walder also looks down on families like the Celtigars and Velaryons, who only have four hundred years of history.

A hint of contempt flashed in Roose Bolton's eyes, "Actually, killing him is not difficult, but we have to think in advance about how to deal with possible retaliation. Galon has repeatedly provoked the king and the small council, and even dared to publicly kill members of the Kingsguard and the Royal Guard. Just a few days ago, he even defeated Duke Mace and annihilated more than 10,000 soldiers from the Reach. If we can eliminate him or capture him alive and send him back to King's Landing, I believe that from the king to Duke Tywin, they will give generous rewards, and even Duke Mace will probably send a thank-you gift."

Old Walder frowned slightly and said, "What you said is very true, but the problem is how to deal with the cavalry led by Galon? Our original plan didn't take them into account."

Roose: "Tomorrow's battle is crucial, and we must ensure that nothing goes wrong. We must not only prepare more wine to make the enemy drunk, but also tamper with the food we send. When they relax their vigilance, our entire cavalry can launch a surprise attack. Even if we can't completely defeat the enemy, we must at least drive them out of the country. The primary task tomorrow is to eliminate Robb's army, but for the lords of the North and the Riverlands, it would be best if we could capture them alive, and if not, execute them decisively."

Old Walder replied confidently, "Don't worry, Marquis Bolton! Once they step into the Twins, they will not be able to escape. I have already moved ordinary clansmen, women, and children to the East Tower in advance, to make room for tomorrow night's wedding. Marquis Bolton, let us raise our glasses together and wish ourselves a brighter future!" After saying that, the two drank it all in one gulp.

Roose Bolton raised a question that had been bothering him for a long time, "Lord Walder, to be honest, there is one thing that I have never been able to figure out. The reason why I chose to join forces with Tywin is nothing more than to seize control of the North. The Stark family has suppressed the Bolton family for thousands of years. I am doing this to restore the glory of the Red Kings! But what exactly is your reason for doing this? Your daughters and granddaughters are about to marry Robb and Edmure respectively, one of whom will become a noble queen, and the other will be a duchess. With this marriage alone, the Frey family will be able to go further. Obviously, Riverrun alone is not enough to make you make such a decision!"

A meaningful smile appeared on Old Walder's face, "Hehehe~ Riverrun alone is certainly far from enough, but Tywin promised to send his daughter to me."

"Pfft~!" Roose Bolton spat out a mouthful of wine. "Cough cough cough! Are you talking about... Cersei? The Queen Mother! Did Tywin really say that? But the problem is, Lord Walder, don't you already have a wife?"

Faced with the question, Old Walder didn't seem to care, "Then let her disappear at tomorrow's wedding. Anyway, as long as we can show our Frey family's loyalty to the king, plus some appropriate contributions, it's okay to remarry the Queen Mother to an old man like me. Hmm, isn't this a reasonable thing? Hahaha!"

At this moment, Roose Bolton had a new and profound understanding of these shameless old men.

Old Walder continued, "Not only that, Tywin also agreed to choose ten of his brother's children to marry into the Frey family. For this, I am willing to give each Frey woman who gets married, a dowry of silver coins equal to her weight. Lord Bolton, are you interested in marrying into our Frey family?"

Roose Bolton was silent for a moment, then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Lord Walder, actually, I have not remarried since my wife passed away."

Old Walder laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha, great, after tomorrow, except for those who are engaged, you can choose any of the Frey women."

Roose Bolton laughed, "Then we will wait for tomorrow's wedding to see how this game of thrones will unfold."

Old Walder also laughed, "That's right, the game of thrones is always full of variables. But as long as we seize the opportunity, our family will surely rise."

The night grew deeper and deeper, and the candlelight in the study flickered, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

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At the same time, in the Pink Rose brothel in King's Landing, Varys was led to a room. Littlefinger Petyr was comfortably half-lying on a soft couch, with two girls feeding him fruit. He said to Varys, "You've come, please sit down!"

Varys said unhappily, "Lord Baelish, you wouldn't invite someone like me to this place just to humiliate me, would you!"

Petyr: "If I have offended you, I apologize. I will be leaving King's Landing early tomorrow morning and may not be back for a long time. I invited you here just to say goodbye to an old friend. For five years, we have been fighting openly and secretly, but I have to say that you know me best. Have a drink!" He picked up a wine glass, poured a glass himself, and handed it over.

Varys took the wine glass: "No, I don't know you well enough. I didn't expect you to give up everything in King's Landing so simply. Don't you often say that you want to climb the ladder of power?"

Petyr laughed: "Hehehe, Lord Varys. What do you think power is? Is it the king's crown? Or the prime minister's badge? Power does not come from badges, it is only born from swords or lies. As long as the lie is big enough, the whole damn world will play along with you."