The grievously wounded 'Blackfish,' Brynden Tully, was visibly recovering at an astonishing rate. After coughing up an unnaturally dark pool of blood, he sat up, completely rejuvenated in both body and spirit. It was as if he'd experienced the last burst of vitality before death, yet no one among the nobility had ever seen someone rise from their deathbed so spiritedly.
On the other side, Maester Coleman of the Eyrie looked utterly shocked. "This is impossible," he murmured, his lips trembling. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he hastily made an excuse to leave the Great Hall.
In contrast, Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish and his fiancée Lysa Tully bore opposite expressions upon witnessing Brynden Tully's resurrection. Littlefinger was subtle but visibly shocked, his hand clenched tightly enough to leave a mark. Lysa, however, was beside herself with joy.
"Look, Petyr! The king has saved Uncle!" Lysa exclaimed, gripping her fiancé's arm, oblivious to his uneasy demeanor.
Littlefinger was a man of great resourcefulness. His mind raced to consider the implications and how to adapt to them. Although he wanted to flee like Maester Coleman, he composed himself. "Yes, Lysa," he concurred, "We owe a debt of gratitude to His Majesty for saving your uncle's life."
Turning to the nobles of the Vale around him, he began to loudly proclaim, "Behold the power of our king! He has led us through the darkest of times. And he will lead us to overcome whatever challenges lie ahead!"
The opportunistic nobles seized the moment to heap praises upon King Viserys, filling the Great Hall with a cacophony of flattery.
Standing at the center of the room, King Viserys remained stoic. His eyes met Brynden Tully's, who still seemed a bit disoriented. The Blackfish knew he had been poisoned, but had been powerless to communicate it, making his recent rescue feel like a miracle.
Brynden looked at Viserys, a complex mix of emotions filling his eyes. In theory, he should seek vengeance for the death of his brother Hoster Tully. He had indeed made several attempts to resist Viserys but never thought he would owe his life to him.
Yet, the Blackfish was a man of clear-cut values. He owed Viserys a life debt, akin to owing one's parents for the gift of life. He rose and knelt before Viserys, pledging, "Your Majesty, you've saved my life. I owe you a debt I cannot repay."
Viserys accepted his fealty, gaining an experienced general. Lysa rushed to embrace her uncle, who did not resist. However, his eyes remained fixed on Littlefinger, whose apparent calm didn't fool him. The tension between the two men was palpable, unspoken but understood. The Blackfish also felt deeply disappointed by his niece Lysa, who had wounded him beyond repair.
Viserys dispatched Brynden to King's Landing to await further orders. His strategic acumen and leadership skills promised him a bright future in the king's military. So, the Blackfish departed from the Eyrie for King's Landing.
In another turn of events, Joffrey Bracken and his son led two hundred soldiers on their way to Riverrun.