Chapter 69 Chapter 68: Sansa

The stairs to the foredeck were steep and wobbly, but Rosso Brune helped.Ser Lothor, she reminded herself—he had been raised to knighthood for his bravery at the Battle of the Blackwater, but a knightler should not be wearing these patched brown breeches, slippers, and weather-beaten leather vest.He was a muscular, square-faced, snub-nosed, gray-haired man who spoke little but was extremely strong.In his hands, Sansa felt as light as a feather. In front of the "Mermaid King", there is a desolate and rocky coast, bare land, no trees, lonely and shabby.Even so, Sansa was somewhat pleased that she hadn't seen land for so long.At the beginning of the voyage, they followed the coast, and then a big storm came, and they were blown into the middle of the narrow sea. The crazy pitch made Sansa think that the merchant ship was bound to sink.Old Oswell told her that the storm had claimed two lives in all, and that another fell from the mast and broke his neck.

She rarely went on deck, and her small cabin was damp and cold, so she was uncomfortable all the way... Fear, fever, seasickness... Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Joffrey tearing his collar, scratching his throat, struggling to breathe, pie crust stuck to the corner of his mouth, and wine staining his coat.Every sea breeze that blew through a chink in the planks was like that hideously thin, frightened hiss that Joffrey had made.Sometimes she dreams of Tyrion. "He didn't do anything," she had said to Littlefinger when he came to visit her.

"It's true that the dwarf didn't kill Joffrey, but that doesn't mean he's a decent man. Did you know he had a wife?" "He told me." "Really? Did he tell you that when he got tired of that woman, he gave her to the guards under his father's tent? If you stay with him, you will end up like this sooner or later. Save yourself, miss, little devil It's not worth a single tear from you." The salty sea breeze stretched out its long fingers and pulled her hair up, making her tremble.Even with the coast in sight, the wobbling deck was unnerving.She wanted to take a bath and change clothes.I must be emaciated and smelly like a corpse.

Lord Petyr walked to the side, in a good mood as always, "Good morning. The salty wind is refreshing, isn't it? That's how I get my appetite." He put his arms around Sansa's chest protectively. Shoulder, "Are you okay? Your face is so pale." "No, just a little problem, I... am a little seasick." "Drink some wine to refresh yourself, it should help. When you get to the shore, I'll fill you a glass right away." After speaking, Petyr pointed to an ancient nameless flint tower under the gloomy sky, and the waves were on the rocks below it. slap. "Look, it's here. The scenery is good, right? But, I'm afraid the big boat can't get close to it, so I have to change to a small boat."

"Here?" She didn't want to stay here.The Wuzhi Peninsula is dark and remote, and the small tower in front of us is even more lonely and desolate. "I'll stay on board, will you? Go ashore at White Harbor." "From here, the Mermaid King will sail to Braavos - neither you nor I, of course." "But...but, my lord, you said...you said you would take me home..." "This is our home—don't think it's poor, three generations of my grandfather lived here. It doesn't have a name. A great man's castle should have a name, don't you think? Winterfell, the Eyrie, Riverrun . . . Now I have Harrenhal, but before? Before? I was the Earl of Sheep Shit and the owner of the Barren Tower, haha, I always feel that something is missing." He looked at her innocently with gray-green eyes, "You seem to be restless. Don't you think we'll be going to Winterfell? My dear, Winterfell has fallen, burned, and reduced to ruins, and everyone you knew or loved is dead. Some parts of the North are enslaved by the Ironmen, and some are in There are fights, and even the Great Wall is under attack. Sansa, Winterfell was your childhood home, but you are no longer a child. You have grown into a woman, and a woman needs a home of her own."

"But not here," she replied in alarm, "here..." "... Narrow, small and ugly? In fact, the situation is worse than you can imagine. The Five Fingers Peninsula is a paradise of stones, the home of rocks and cliffs. Well, don't worry, we only stay for half a month, and your aunt is already on the way "He smiled slightly, "Lady Lysa and I are getting married soon." "Married?" Sansa felt dizzy. "You and my aunt?" "The Duke of Harrenhal and the Lady of the Eyrie." But you said that my mother is your sustenance and only.Of course, Mother was dead, and if she had given Lord Petyr love and virginity, it was of little importance now.

"Nothing to say, miss?" Petyr said. "Might as well give me some blessing. A boy who was born to inherit only stones and cliffs and sheep dung can marry Hoster Tully's daughter and Jon Arryn's widow, isn't she worthy of praise?" "I... I wish you all the best of luck, long life, long life together, and a full house of children and grandchildren." Sansa has not been reunited with her aunt for many years.Fortunately, she is my relative, for the sake of my mother, she must take care of me.She thought of the beautiful Vale of Arryn in the song, and comforted herself that it wasn't so terrible to take a break.

The boat was let down, and it was Rosso and old Oswell who punted.Sansa wrapped her cloak tightly, curled up into a ball, and pulled up her hood to keep out the cold wind, not knowing what fate awaited her.Servants came out of the tower to greet them, including a thin old woman, a fat middle-aged woman, two gray-haired men, and a girl of two or three years old with a lump in one eye.They recognized Lord Petyr and knelt down among the rocks, "This is my family," Littlefinger introduced, "but I don't know the child, it's probably Karla's bastard again. She gives birth to a cub every year Come."

The two old men walked up to their legs in the water and lifted Sansa out of the boat so that her skirts would not get wet.Oswell, Rosso and Littlefinger went ashore by themselves.The lord gave the old woman a kiss, then smiled at the middle-aged woman, "Who is her father, Kara?" The fat woman laughed loudly, "I can't say for certain, my lord, I will not refuse anyone." "Good man, lucky lads around here." "My lord, welcome home." One of the elders said.According to his face, he was at least eighty years old, but he was still wearing a studded leather armor and a long sword hanging from his waist. "How long are you planning to live this time?"

"The shorter the better, Bailan, don't worry, I won't cause trouble. Can this place live?" "If we knew of your return first, we would definitely lay out new straw mats, my lord," said the old woman. "Fortunately, there is no shortage of excrement, and there is no problem in lighting a fire." "Dung, ah, the smell of homeland," Petyr turned to Sansa, "Giselle used to be my nanny, and now manages the castle for me, Wolford is the steward of my domain, and Bylan - Bylan , I made you the captain of the guard before I left, right?" "Yes, my lord. You said you would bring some strong young men back to help, but you didn't keep your promise. I had to lead my dog ​​to patrol everywhere."

"You work very responsibly, and I have to thank you for that. I checked with my own eyes just now, and there are a lot of stones and sheep dung," he pointed to the fat woman, "Kara is taking care of my herd. Karla, now we How many sheep are there?" The other party thought about it for a while, "Twenty-three, my lord. There were twenty-nine not long ago, but Bailan's dog ate one, and we killed a few more and marinated the meat for the winter." "Ah, the cold pickled lamb, pure hometown taste! I will probably eat it with seagull eggs and seaweed soup for breakfast tomorrow!" "I hope you are satisfied, my lord," said the crone Giselle. Lord Petyr grimaced, "Come on, let's see if my hall is still as dark as I remember." He led everyone across the coast first, stepping over slippery rocks entwined with seaweed.At the bottom of the deserted tower, a few sheep wandered aimlessly, chewing the thin grass between the sheep pens and the thatched roof from time to time.Sansa walked carefully because there was shit everywhere. The inside of the tower is eerily narrow.There is a winding and open spiral staircase on the wall, leading from the basement to the top of the tower. There is only one room on each floor.The servants lived and ate in the ground-floor kitchen, with a huge brindle mastiff and half a dozen sheepdogs.The second floor is a small hall, and the third floor is a bedroom.There are no windows in the hall, but there are some arrow holes in the stairway.A battered longsword and a battered oaken shield with barely discernible ornamentation hung from the mantelpiece. Sansa didn't recognize the sigil at all: a gray stone head with fierce eyes on a field of verdant green. "It was my grandfather's shield," Petyr explained to her. "His father was a Braavosi sellsword. He went to the Vale to serve Lord Corbray, and when he was knighted, he chose Braavos." The head of a titan as a coat of arms." "It looks mighty," Sansa said. "Yeah, it's very powerful, but unfortunately my descendants are so weak," Petyr said, "I had to choose Bianshengwu." During the gossip, Oswell made two more trips to and from the Mermaid to unload supplies, which included barrels of wine.Petyr asked Sansa to fill a glass, "Come on, miss, drink to refresh yourself." With her feet on the ground, Sansa felt better, but she obediently lifted her glass with both hands and took a sip.The wine is a good wine, a good wine from Qingting Island, with the taste of oak, fruit and midsummer, blooming in the mouth like flowers in the sun.She couldn't help but secretly prayed that she wouldn't get drunk, that Petyr was so warm-hearted that he couldn't lose his composure in front of him. He studied her over his drink, bright gray-green eyes full of... interest? What exactly? Sansa wasn't sure. "Giselle," he called the old woman, "bring some food up. Don't taste too strong, the lady is not feeling well. Maybe fruit will do. Oswell brought some oranges and pomegranates." "Yes, my lord." "Can I take a hot shower?" Sansa asked. "I'll arrange for Carla to fetch water, miss." So she took another sip of her drink and tried to think of something decent to say.Lord Petyr spared her troubles. After Giselle waited for the servant to leave, he said, "Lysa is coming soon, and she is not alone. Before she arrives, we must clarify your identity." "I... I don't understand." "Varys has eyeliners everywhere. If Sansa Stark shows up in the Vale, he'll be taught within a fortnight, and it will cause a lot of unnecessary... trouble. To be safe, you can't crown Stark again. surname, we must tell Lysa's entourage that you are my concubine daughter." "A concubine?" Sansa was stunned. "You mean... let me be an illegitimate daughter?" "Yeah, I can't say that you are my biological daughter. Everyone knows that I'm never married. What's your name?" "I... I can use my mother's name..." "Caitlin? Too obvious... but my mother's name - Alayne. What do you like?" "Alian is a good name," Sansa secretly hoped that she would not forget it, "but...but can't I be the biological daughter of one of your knights? He died heroically in battle, so..." "I don't have a heroic cavalier under my command, Alian. If this story is told, others will gather around to listen like a crow looking for a carrion. On the contrary, it is extremely impolite to ask about an illegitimate child," he raised his head, "tell me, what is your name?" name?" "Alian... Shi Dong, is that so?" Seeing him nodding, Sansa continued, "Then who is my mother?" "Carla?" "No, please." She begged distressedly. "I'm joking, dear. Your mother was the daughter of a good family in Braavos, and your grandfather was a wealthy businessman. I married her once when I was in charge of customs in Gull Town, and she was born abroad. You died due to dystocia, and the newborn was entrusted to the church—there are several prayer books upstairs, and these few days I have recited some maxims by heart, and when the time comes, I will send a few pious greetings to everyone, and naturally no one is interested in asking more Yes—when you had menstruation, you didn't want to become a nun, so you wrote to me. This is the first time I know you exist," he twirled his beard, "do you remember everything?" "Should be fine. It's like playing a game... pretending to be a house?" "Yes, do you like playing games, Alian?" She is still not used to her new name, "Game? Then... then what kind of game should I watch..." Before he could answer, Giselle came in with a large plate and placed it between them.There were many apples, pears, and pomegranates, a few shriveled bunches of grapes, and a large blood orange, along with a wheel of bread and a jar of butter.Petyr cut the pomegranate in half with a dagger, motioning for Sansa to take a half, "Stop being shocked, miss." "Thank you, my lord." The pomegranate was too small, so she replaced it with a pear, and took a shallow and delicate bite.The pear is ripe and the juice is running down the chin. Lord Petyr picked out the pomegranate seeds with a dagger, "I understand, you miss your own father very much, Lord Ed is nice, brave, honest, and loyal... But in this game, he is a helpless A player who saves medicine." He brought the tip of the dagger holding the fruit to his mouth, "In King's Landing, there are only two types of people. They can either be players or pawns." "And I'm just a pawn?" She was afraid of the answer. "That's right, but you don't have to worry because you're still young. Everyone starts with chess pieces, men and women are the same. Some people think they are players, but in fact..." He chewed the fruit, "The most obvious example is Cersei. She thinks she is extremely smart and has all the tricks, but in fact, every step she takes is not difficult to predict. Her power is based on her beauty, family background and wealth. In fact, except for the first point, the latter two are illusory. And no one can stay young forever. She longs for power, but when she really has power, she doesn’t know how to use it. Alian, everyone has desires, and if you understand their desires, you can understand each other, and then you can manipulate him.” "So you can manipulate Ser Dontos into poisoning Joffrey?" She decided it was Dontos' doing. Littlefinger laughed loudly, "Ser Dontos, the red knight, is just a walking wine bag. I dare not entrust him with the burden. Look at his virtue, he will either screw up or betray the secret. No, Dontos only Responsible for getting you out of the castle...and making sure you wear a silver hairnet at the banquet." Black Amethyst. "If... if not Dontos, who would it be? You have other... pawns?" "Turn all over King's Landing, and you won't find a man with the Fake Black emblem stitched on his chest, but that doesn't mean I, Petyr, don't have friends in the city," he went to the stairs, "Come up, Oswald Well, Miss Sansa wants to see you." After a while, the old man climbed to the second floor and bowed with a smile.Sansa eyed him blankly. "What does that mean?" "You don't recognize him?" Petyr asked. "I don't know." "Look carefully." The old man has weather-beaten cheeks, a big aquiline nose, white hair, and a pair of giant hands with tangled muscles.It was somewhat familiar, but she just couldn't tell, "I really don't recognize him. I'm sure, I haven't seen this Mr. Oswell before I got on the ship." Oswell grinned, showing his crooked teeth, "That's true, but you know my three sons, Miss." Three sons... and his laugh... "Kattleblack!" Sansa's eyes widened. "You're a Kettleblack!" "Yes, madam, you are right." "Look, Miss is happy because of the memories." Lord Petyr waved away the servants and continued eating pomegranates. "Tell me, Alian—what is more dangerous, the enemy wielding a sword and spear, or the dagger hidden behind the back?" "dagger." "Smart child," he praised with a smile, the bright red juice flowing from the pomegranate seeds dripped down his thin lips, "after the Queen Mother's guards were dismissed by the little devil, she was busy asking Sir Lancel to recruit for her. Blue Sayre found Kettleblack, your little husband is very happy, because he has already paid for the three of them through Bronn," Littlefinger giggled, "But why are the three of them sent to King's Landing by Oswell? , all because I learned that Bronn is going around buying mercenaries. Look, Alayne, these are the three hidden daggers, they are perfect." "So one of the Kettleblacks poisoned Young Jo's cup?" Remember Ser Osmond was with the king all night. "I didn't say that," Petyr cut the blood orange in half with a dagger, and handed one half to Sansa, "how can these three lads, who are capricious, take part in such a conspiracy? . . . Meng, after joining the Kingsguard, the white robe will change a person's mind to some extent, even a rascal like him cannot be guaranteed." He opened his mouth and squeezed the blood orange with his hand, but the juice did not splash out. "I love juices, but I hate them getting on my fingers," he grumbled, wiping his hands. "Wipe your hands clean, Sansa. Whatever you do, remember to wipe your hands clean." Sansa gracefully scooped up the flesh with a spoon, "If it's neither Kettleblack nor Ser Dontos, you...you're not in the city yourself, and you're not Tyrion..." "Can't figure it out, dear?" She shook her head, "I..." Petyr smiled. "I'm sure someone was kind enough to straighten your hairnet earlier that day, bemoaning your messed up hair." Sansa covered her mouth with her hands in shock, "You mean...but she wants to take me to Highgarden and ask me to marry her..." "—gentle, pious, good-hearted grandson Vilas Tyrell. It's a good thing you're not married to him, or you'd be bored to death. But the old woman is so hot that even I have to give in. She's a terrible Shrew, the weak appearance is just a faux pas. When I went to Highgarden to contact Margaery about her marriage, she arranged for her duke son to scare me, while privately making insinuations about Joffrey's situation. Of course, I was bragging over there. , and put Little Joe in the air...but my men are spreading some disturbing rumors among Duke Tyrell's servants. And so the game begins." "It was a plot of mine to put Ser Loras in white robes. Obviously, I wouldn't be so stupid as to suggest that I start by asking my men to tell some gruesome story to the table, like how the mob killed Preston How Sir Greenfield raped Miss Norris and so on, and then, there are so many singers in Highgarden, for some money, they would be happy to take Ryan Redwyne, Mirror Shield Savin and Dragon Knight Yi Praise the prince. A harp is better than a sword when the time is right." "So Mace Tyrell got hotheaded and thought he had come up with a brilliant idea, insisting that Ser Loras join the Kingsguard in the terms of the marriage contract. It is not the most beautiful and heroic knight son to protect the precious daughter Is it the right way? Besides, this will save a lot of trouble, Loras is only the third son, and he will need a territory and a bride in the future, and he... hehe, it is not easy to find a partner." "The development of the situation will definitely touch Mrs. Olenna. She is smarter than her son. On the one hand, she will not allow little Joe to harm her precious granddaughter, and on the other hand, she is more aware that although Sir Loras looks brave on the outside, he is a true hearted person. Jaime Lannister of the buckle. Put him and Joffrey and Margaery together, and sooner or later something will happen. The old woman can see it well, although her son is determined to make Margaery queen, so need a king... But not necessarily Joffrey.Look, there will soon be another wedding in King's Landing, with Tommen and Margaery as the protagonists.Margery kept her crown and her virginity. Although neither of them may be to her liking, what does her wish matter? The key is the continuation of the Western Conference...at least, for the time being. " Margaery and Tommen.Sansa didn't know what to say.She liked Margaery Tyrell and her thin and bitter grandmother, longed for the high garden full of flowers and dancing warblers, and dreamed of taking a flower boat for sightseeing along the Mande River, but now she came to this desolate and lonely place. coast.At least I'm safe here, she reassured herself. Joffrey is dead, and he can't do me any harm.I became an illegitimate daughter, and Alian Shidong had no husband, no inheritance rights, and no one to pay attention to.My aunt is coming, and the long nightmare of King's Landing will be left behind, along with my ridiculous marriage.As Petyr said, I can make a home here. They waited for eight days, five of which rained, and Sansa could only sit bored by the fireplace, secretly anxious.She was accompanied by an old blind dog, toothless and sick, unable to follow Bylan on patrol, and sleeping all day long.But when Sansa patted him, he whined a few times and licked her palms, and they quickly became friends.After the rain stopped, Petyr showed her around the territory, and walked all over within half a day.As he said earlier, he really only inherited a pile of stones.There is a hole in the middle of a certain rock by the sea, and the tide rushes in, forming a thirty-foot-high fountain, which is the best scenery; another rock cliff has a seven-pointed star-Petyr said it commemorates the old days of Andal. Where men landed, they came across the sea, and drove the First Men out of the valley. More than a dozen families live in the interior, leaning on a swamp and building some stone houses. "This is my people." Petyr introduced, but only the elders seemed to recognize him among them.It is said that there is also a cave where hermits live in the territory, but there is no one in it. "He died. When I was a child, my father took me to meet him. This man hadn't bathed once in forty years. You can imagine the smell. He claimed to have the power of prophecy. After reading my palmistry, he said that I would become a Big man, and then father gave him a bag of wine." Petyr snorted, "I can do this trick, and I shouldn't give him half a glass of wine." On the afternoon of the ninth day, when it was gray and windy, Bylan came back with a pack of barking dogs and reported a large group of knights to the southwest. "Lysa has arrived," said Lord Petyr. "Come, Alayne, let us meet you." So they put on their cloaks and waited outside the tower.There were less than twenty people who came, and for a nobleman as prominent as the Lady of Eagle's Nest City, the standard was very simple.There were three maids in the procession, a dozen or so knights in full armor, a monk, and a handsome singer with a moustache and long sandy curly hair. This is my aunt? Lysa should have been born two years later than her mother, but the woman in front of her looked ten years older.Her thick reddish-brown hair fell to her waist, and her body looked bulky and flabby beneath her expensive velvet dress and jeweled corset.With her pale powdered cheeks, large breasts, and fat limbs, she was not only taller than Littlefinger, but certainly heavier than him.Lysa dismounted eagerly, without a trace of grace. Petyr knelt on the ground and kissed her fingers, "I was dispatched by the imperial council and traveled thousands of miles to win your heart. Ma'am, are you willing to accept me as your husband and reliance?" Lady Lysa licked her lips eagerly, pulled him up, and planted a deep kiss on his cheek, "Oh, that depends on how you behave," she giggled, "to win my heart, you What gift have you prepared?" "Peace in the Kingdom." "Oh, fuck his peace, have you prepared a gift?" "I have brought my daughter," Littlefinger beckoned Sansa to come forward. "Madam, please allow me to introduce you to Miss Alayne Stone." Lady Lysa didn't seem too pleased to see her.Sansa bowed deeply, her head bowed. "Bastard daughter?" she heard her aunt say. "Petyr, you scoundrel, who is her mother?" "The woman is dead. I want to bring Alian to Eagle's Nest City to raise her." "Then what should I do with her?" "I've thought about all of this," Lord Petyr said, "Now...I just want to know what I should do with you, ma'am." At this, all the unhappiness on her aunt's round pink face disappeared, and Sansa thought Lysa was on the verge of tears. "Baby Petyr, do you know? I really miss you, no, you don't know, you can't know. Jon Royce has been causing trouble for me all day, advocating that the vassals should be called and go to war .Others flocked to me like crows, Hunter, Corbray, and Nestor Royce that stupid bull...all wanted to marry me and adopt my children, but they Neither loves me. Only you, Petyr, only you. I dream of you every day." "Me too, ma'am," he put his arms around her and kissed her neck, "don't worry, we will get married soon." "No, I want it now," Lysa said excitedly, "I brought my monk, singers and fine wine, and I will arrange the wedding banquet immediately." "Here?" He wasn't very happy. "I think it's better to take it easy and get together in the Eyrie City in front of the princes of the whole valley." "Go to his valley lords, all I want is you. I've waited so long, I can't wait any longer," she hugged him back tightly, "Honey, we'll share the bed tonight. I want to have another baby for you, Add another lovely brother or sister to Robert." "It's my dream too, my dear. But please think about it carefully, there are many benefits to having a grand wedding in front of the princes of the whole valley—" "No," she paused, "I've already said, I want you now, I want you tonight. Let me tell you, I've been forced to hide and hide for so many years, and now I just want to scream .Oh, dear Petyr, I think my groans will be heard all over the Eyrie!" "Perhaps we can go to bed first and get married later?" Lady Lysa giggled like a little girl, "Oh, Petyr Baelish, you are a veritable villain. No, I say no, I am Lady of the Eyrie, and I order you You must marry me immediately!" Petyr shrugged, "Okay then, just follow Madam's orders. In front of you, I have never been so powerless." So they stood in front of a sky blue tarpaulin an hour later and said their wedding vows.As the sun went down, the trestle table was moved under the little tower, and a wedding feast of goose, venison, roast boar, and good light mead was enjoyed.As twilight fell and torches were lit, Lysa's singer sang "The Unbreakable Vow," "The Season of My Love," and "Two Hearts Beat Like One," and the young knights invited Sansa to dance next.Auntie danced too, her skirt flying and radiant, being held in Petyr's arms.The mead and marriage worked wonders, and Lady Lysa looked young and alive again, and whenever she took her husband's hand, she put a smile on her face.Her eyes were full of admiration, and she only had Petyr in her eyes. When it was time for the bridal chamber, her knights carried her into the tower, where they stripped her naked while making dirty jokes.Tyrion didn't make me suffer, Sansa remembered.According to common sense, it is not terrible if the man who loves deeply and his loyal companions take off their clothes.But, by Joffrey... Just thinking about it makes me tremble all over. The aunt only brought three maids, and to join in the fun, Sansa also had to help take off Lord Petyr's clothes, and then push him to the marriage bed.He's poised, graceful and submissive, just constantly cracking nasty jokes.When the women hugged the naked lord to the tower room, they were all red-faced, with disheveled crowns and disheveled skirts.All the way, until they went to bed, Littlefinger kept his eyes on Sansa and smiled. Lady Lysa lived with Lord Petyr on the third floor, but the tower was so small, and my aunt had kept her word... Her groans were terrifying.It was raining every now and then, and the guests gathered in the small hall on the second floor, hearing every word and phrase very vividly. "Petyr," groaned Auntie, "oh, Petyr, Petyr, Petyr baby, oh oh oh. Here, Petyr, here. This is your place." Lady Lysa's The singer sang a bawdy ditty, "The Lady's Supper," but neither the song nor the piano could drown out Lysa's screams. "Give me a baby, Petyr," she cried, "and a sweet little cutie. Oh, Petyr, my sweetheart, my sweetheart, Petittytittyr!" Her drawl made the dogs bark in response, and the two maids couldn't help laughing. Sansa descended the stairs alone, into the night.The thin drizzle sprinkled on the endgame of the banquet, and the air was fresh and clean.She couldn't help thinking of her wedding night with Tyrion.Blow out the candles, and I'll be your Cavalier of Flowers, he said, and I'll be your good husband.But that was just another Lannister lie.Dogs can smell lies, the Hound had reminded her, the hoarse voice was still in her ears, take a good look at this place, and smell it carefully, they are all lions... and each of them is better than you.She didn't know where Sang Feng Clegane was now? Did she know the news of Joffrey's murder? Would she care if she knew? He was Little Qiao's bodyguard for many years. She stood downstairs for a long time, and when she returned, she was wet and cold.There were only a few embers of charcoal fire left in the dark hall, and the moaning had stopped.The young singer sat in the corner, humming a little song leisurely.An aunt's maid was kissing a knight in Lord Petyr's seat, their hands busy under each other's clothes.Others were drunk, some even vomited in the toilet.Sansa found her little alcove under the steps, noticed that Bylan's blind dog was there, and snuggled up to him.It woke up and licked her face. "Poor old Hound," she said, stroking his fur. "A-Lian," the aunt's singer came over, "lovely A-Lian. My name is Marillion. I saw you coming back from the rainy night just now. It was cold and wet outside. I'm afraid it was very uncomfortable. Please let me give you some warmth." .” The old dog raised his head and growled, but the singer threw his hand and punched him, causing him to run away whimpering. "Marillion?" Sansa said hesitantly. "You...you are so considerate, but...but please forgive me, I am too tired today." "Oh, you're so beautiful. Do you know? All night long I've been spinning songs for you in my head. I've written a ditty for your eyes, a musical score for your lips, and a musical note for your breasts." Next words. But I can’t sing them, because compared with your beauty, they are all pale and not worth mentioning.” He sat on the bed and put his hand on her lap, “Oh, Alian, Let my body replace my vocal cords and sing for you." She smelled his panting, "You're drunk." "No, I'm not drunk, mead makes me high, I'm like a poet possessed," his hand slid into her crotch, "you too." "Let go! Are you crazy?" "Be merciful, my beauty. After singing love songs for so long, I have already lost my passion, and you, I know... illegitimate daughters have the most desires. Are you wet for me today?" "I'm still a virgin." She protested loudly. "Really? Oh, Alayne, Alayne, my dear virgin, give me your virginity. Gods be with us, I'll cry louder than Lady Lysa." Sansa struggled to break free, full of fear, "If you—you don't go away, my aunt—my father will hang you. Do you know? He is the great Duke of Harrenhal." "You mean Littlefinger?" he chuckled. "Miss, Lady Lysa likes me, and Lord Robert can't leave me. If your father dares to offend, I can destroy him with a few words." He put one hand on her breast and began to squeeze. "Come on, take off these wet clothes. I know you don't want them to be torn. Come on, sweet lady, listen to your heart—" There was the slight sound of steel sliding on leather from the opposite side. "Singer," someone said harshly, "if you don't want to cause trouble, get out." The light was dim, but she could see the reflection of the metal. The singer also found out. "Go find some fun for yourself—" With a flash of the knife light, he howled in a miserable voice, "You move!" "If you don't leave, you will die." Marillion was nowhere to be seen in the blink of an eye.Instead of leaving, her savior enveloped her in darkness. "Lord Petyr ordered me to protect you," it was Lothor Brune.It's not a hunting dog, how could it be a hunting dog? There is only Rosso here... Sansa suffered from insomnia that night, tossing and turning, as uncomfortable as on the "Mermaid King".She dreamed of Joffrey dying, scratching his throat, blood running down his fingers, but when she looked closer, she saw her brother Robb.She also dreamed of her wedding night, Tyrion watched her undress with hungry eyes, and Tyrion in the dream was very tall, and when she climbed into bed, she found that half of his cheek was burned . "I want to hear you sing a song," he said harshly, and Sansa woke up instantly.The old blind dog came back again, "I wish you were a lady," she said to it. In the morning, Giselle climbed up to the third floor and brought a plate of breakfast bread with butter, honey, fruit and cheese to the lord and his wife.When she went downstairs, Xuan Alian went up.Sansa thought drowsily for a long time before realizing it was herself. Lady Lysa was still in bed, but Lord Petyr was fully dressed. "Your aunt wants to talk to you," he said to Sansa as he put on his shoes. "I told her who you really are." Gods bless, "Thank you very much, my lord." Petyr slipped on the second shoe. "I've had enough of the taste of home. This afternoon, we're leaving for the Eagle's Nest City." He kissed his wife goodbye, licked a little honey from her lips, and went out and down the stairs. Sansa stood at the foot of the bed while her aunt watched her as she ate a pear. "I can tell," Lysa spat out the core, "you have inherited Caitlyn's looks." "thank you." “我没有夸张，而是说实话，你和她简直是一个模子打出来的……得有些防范措施，起程之前，你要把头发染黑。” 把头发染黑?“遵命，莱莎阿姨。” “万不可如此称呼，你的存在不能教君临城内众人知晓，这样我的小亲亲才不会受伤害。”她一点一点地咬蜂巢，“一直以来，我的首要目标是让谷地远离战火。我们这边土地丰饶，山脉险峻，鹰巢城更是难攻不破，即使如此，若是惹怒了泰温公爵也大大不妙。”莱莎吃完蜂巢，舔着手指上的蜜汁，“培提尔说，你嫁给了提利昂·兰尼斯特。那可是个讨厌的小坏蛋。” “他们逼我嫁给他，并非出自本心。” “我不也一样?”姨妈道，“琼恩·艾林虽非侏儒，却是个老头。你看我现在的容颜，多半不以为然，可当年我结婚时，美得让你母亲无地自容。那个琼恩，他要的只是父亲的军队，好支持他所钟爱的孩子。我早该彻底回绝他，可看他那么老，能活几年?牙齿掉了一半，呼吸闻起来活像酸败的干酪……我最不能忍受的就是他的味道，培提尔的口气多么清新明朗……你知道吗?我的初吻便给了他。父亲说他出身太低，简直是个无耻之徒，可我知道他总有一天能够出人头地。在我的要求下，琼恩让他管理海鸥镇的海关，没过多久，税赋便翻了十番。夫君发现他的才干，就提拔他节节晋升，最后带到君临城中当上财政大臣。接下来的几年，对我来说真不容易，每天都能见到他，却必须始终和那个冷冰冰的老头待在一起。没错，琼恩懂得在床上履行责任，可连给我一个好孩子都做不到。他的种子又老又弱，我们之间有过三个男孩、三个女孩，结果除了我的小亲亲劳勃，一个也没活成。我的小宝贝们全死啦，可这老头还每每臭气熏天地爬上我的床铺。你瞧，我说得没错吧?我和你一样，”莱莎夫人吸吸鼻子，“你知道你那可怜的母亲已经死了吗?” “提利昂对我说过，”珊莎道，“他说佛雷家族在孪河城中把母亲和罗柏一起谋害了。” 莱莎夫人眼中陡然间噙满泪花，“我跟你，都是同病相怜的苦命女子。你害怕吗，孩子?勇敢起来，我绝不会抛弃凯特的女儿，我们是血脉相连的骨肉。”她示意珊莎靠近，“你可以吻我的脸颊，阿莲。” 她乖乖走过去，跪在床边。姨妈全身散发着甜腻的香水味，底下却是一股酸败的牛奶气息。她脸上粉扑得太多了。 吻完后，珊莎向后退开，不料被莱莎夫人一把拽住。“现在给我说实话，”她尖声道，“你怀孩子没有?说实话!你瞒不了我的。” “没有。”她怎能这么问?珊莎有些惊讶。 “我看你有月事了，对吧?” “是的，”反正月事无法在鹰巢城内隐瞒，“但提利昂他……他没有……”红晕爬上双颊，“我还是处女。” “侏儒没有性能力?” “不，他只是……只是……”好心肠?她不敢这么说，不敢在这里说，不敢对这个仇恨他的姨妈说，“他……他跑去找妓女，夫人。他说他喜欢妓女。” “妓女，我明白了，”莱莎松开她的手，“不错，这样的怪物，除非为了钱，哪个女人愿和他睡呢?在鹰巢城，我早该宰了他，可惜却被骗过。告诉你，这侏儒只会耍小聪明，他唆使佣兵杀了咱们的好爵士瓦狄斯·伊根。但一切都怪凯特琳，她本不该把他带进来，我告诉过她，可她临走前居然还连带把我叔叔也拐跑，真是不可原谅。黑鱼是我的血门骑士，缺了他，山区原住民越来越猖狂。好在现下有了培提尔，我会封他做峡谷守护者，”姨妈脸上头一次露出笑容，笑得很温馨，“他外表虽不出众，不高也不壮，但我告诉你，他比世界上所有人加起来还能干。你要乖乖听他的话，不可违拗。” “是，姨……夫人。” 听她这么称呼，莱莎似乎很满意。“我记得乔佛里那家伙，经常给我的劳勃取些恶毒绰号，有回甚至还用木剑打人。在男人口中，毒药是最不名誉的东西，但在女人眼里，一切就不一样了。天上的圣母要我们保护自己的孩子，我们的荣誉只系于孩子的冷暖安危。等你怀孕生子后，自然会明白的。” “怀孕生子?”珊莎不确定地说。 莱莎不耐烦地挥挥手，“再等两三年，你现下还太小，挑不起这个担子。不过女人嘛，在这个年龄总是成天想着结婚生产。” “我———我结过婚了，夫人。” “不错，但你很快会成为寡妇。你应该庆幸，小恶魔只喜欢妓女，我儿子可不会屈就侏儒留下的残货，不过既然他没碰过你……你愿意嫁给你的表弟，劳勃公爵吗? ” 这提议让珊莎倍感疲惫。到目前为止，她只知道劳勃·艾林是个病恹恹的小男孩。她想要的不是我，而是我的继承权。没有人会因爱我而娶我。好在经过这几年的磨炼，谎话她是越说越容易了，“我……我等不及要见他呢，夫人。可他还没长大，对吧?” “他今年八岁，身子强健得很，是个好孩子，聪明伶俐，阳光开朗，将来定会成为大人物。阿莲，我夫君的临终遗言便是“种性强韧”，你知道，诸神赐予凡人在弥留之际瞥见未来的能力，因此他注定前程无量。等你的兰尼斯特丈夫一死，你就嫁给我儿子。当然，婚礼得秘密举行，可不能教外人知道鹰巢城公爵娶了一位私生女。乌鸦把小恶魔人头落地的消息从君临带来，第二天你就和劳勃结婚庆祝，这不挺美的吗?他身边该有个小伙伴。前次回鹰巢城，他与瓦狄斯·伊根的儿子，以及总管的那些孩子们玩，可那帮家伙都太粗鲁，我只能将他们统统赶走。你会读书吗，阿莲?” “好心的茉丹修女从小就教我读书。” “劳勃眼睛不行，可他爱听别人读故事，”莱莎夫人保证，“尤其是那些动物的故事。你知道那首小鸡扮狐狸的曲谣吗?我每次都跟他唱，他最爱这首歌。他还喜欢玩青蛙跳、轮转宝剑和城堡游戏，但你记得，每次都要让他当赢家。他天生就是赢家，对不?堂堂的鹰巢城公爵，可不能忘了他的身份。我知道，你出身世家，临冬城的史塔克向来很骄傲，可如今临冬城成了废墟，你不过是个乞丐，所以别在我们面前摆谱。如果我是你，就会心存感激。对，感激，服从。你要做我儿子温顺听话的好妻子。”