Capítulo 47: Chapter 46
In the dimly lit office of Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister sat at his desk, a goblet of wine in hand, his expression a mix of frustration and fury. His eyes narrowed as he brooded over the recent events that had brought humiliation upon his house.
"Seven hells," he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with disdain. "A fool of a son, caught in the bed of the Lady of Winterfell. And now, my eldest son returns with his army, not victorious, but bedeviled by swarms of insects! Thirty thousand strong, and they return looking like they've been kissed by a thousand flies!"
He took a long sip of wine, the bitterness of the drink matching his mood. "Laughingstocks, that's what we've become," he continued, his voice laced with bitterness. "Even in defeat, we would never suffered such humiliation."
His mind raced with plans to salvage the family's reputation. "We must act," he declared, his voice firm and commanding. "We'll strike at the Riverlords. With the Young Wolf withdrawn, it's the perfect opportunity. Perhaps Lord Stark has returned to Winterfell, who knows? But we cannot afford to wait."
Tywin's gaze darkened as he contemplated his next move. "Jaime's return with the main army is a relief, but what of Gregor?" he questioned, his brow furrowed with concern. "Where are his men?" They've vanished, gone mad, it seems. Never returned.
As he pondered the uncertain fate of his forces, Tywin's resolve hardened. "We'll press forward," he thought. "We'll show them the might of House Lannister, and we'll reclaim our honor, no matter the cost.".
Then a knight, breathless and wide-eyed, burst into Lord Tywin's office, clutching a message from the border. Tywin's mood was somber, but he didn't scold the knight for his urgency. Taking the parchment, Tywin's eyes widened as he read the contents.
"By the Seven, this cannot be true," he muttered, disbelief etched on his face. As he continued to read, his disbelief turned into dread.
"More than 50,000 strong? And a dragon?" Tywin exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity. He rose hastily from his seat, the effects of his recent drinking making his legs feel weak.
Summoning all his authority, he bellowed to the knight outside, "Gather the men!!"
The knight, startled by Tywin's urgency, quickly nodded and hurried off to carry out the command. Tywin's mind raced with the implications of this dire news, his every instinct telling him that his house facing disaster.
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Brynden stood at the edge of Golden Tooth, watching in awe as Cannibal rained down flames upon the wall, clearing the way for his army to enter. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the Cannibal would come to his aid when he needed it most.
"Unbelievable," Brynden muttered to himself, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "I never thought I'd see the day when a dragon would fight alongside me."
Despite his Targaryen blood, Brynden had never harbored the same childhood dreams of riding a dragon like many others. But witnessing Cannibal's power firsthand, he couldn't deny the allure of such a formidable creature.
As the army led by Brynden entered Golden Tooth, he marveled at the ease with which they secured passage. Thanks to Cannibal's intervention, there was no need for a costly siege or loss of life. It was a testament to the power of the dragon and the strength of their forces.
"These men... they're not just Knight's," Brynden thought to himself, his mind racing with the implications of their success. "They're like monsters on the battlefield, unstoppable and relentless."
Despite his initial doubts, Brynden couldn't deny the effectiveness of the army under his command.
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Shira's small frame strained against the weight of the boat as she pushed it into the river, her determination evident in the beads of sweat forming on her brow. At just fourteen years old, she was smaller and slighter than her peers, but she refused to let that deter her. With a final heave, she managed to get the boat into the water, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.
Quickly climbing into the boat, Shira grabbed the oars and began rowing with all her might, the muscles in her arms and back working tirelessly as she propelled herself toward the island where she believed Xerneas resided. It had been four long years since she had last seen the forest deity, and the longing to reunite with him burned within her.
The villagers regarded it as sacred, a place where the presence of Xerneas was most strongly felt. Some even refrained from venturing too close to the island, believing it to be disrespectful to the deity.
Despite the restrictions placed upon her, Shira had managed to slip away from her home and her people in pursuit of her reunion with Xerneas. She had often ventured into the forest in search of him in the past, finding solace among the wild animals that seemed to recognize her connection to the deity. Yet, she had never been able to find him again.
But now, as she approached the island, her determination only grew stronger. With each stroke of the oars, she drew closer to the possibility of seeing Xerneas once more, and she refused to let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
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