The Mountain of Ice and Fire

When Gregor and Jeyne appeared together in the stands that morning, everyone except the stone-hearted Lord Tywin felt a slight tremor in their hearts.

The betrothal of Gregor and Jeyne was a marriage that no one saw as promising.

The pairing of a wolf and a beauty was destined to be a twisted tragedy.

It was also an unexpected royal decree. Before this, no one in the entire Westerlands would have imagined that Tywin would marry off a talented and beautiful ward like Jeyne to the Mountain.

However, on the morning of only the second day after the betrothal, Gregor and Jeyne appeared together in the stands of the Great Courtyard, watching the Lannister family cavalry's morning training session.

Moreover, Jeyne's height was not much different from Gregor's, because Gregor had placed a stool under her feet. The floor-length dress hung down, perfectly concealing the stool, making her look like a 'long-legged beauty'.

Jeyne held a snow-white Lysene cat in her arms with a face full of affection. There was no doubt that the cat had sobered up.

Bronn, the master-at-arms who was riding a horse and directing the cavalry's morning training, had a distorted expression on his face. He saw the cat in Jeyne's arms. The cat was originally his wife's favorite, but now it had become a 'small treat' for Gregor to please Jeyne.

This made Bronn feel very uncomfortable.

But Bronn had no way to deal with this swordplay student of his.

A courteous person is less able to deal with an impolite person. Only a barbaric person is the nemesis of an impolite person, but Bronn is a knight who values honor. His sword speaks better than his mouth.

Addam Marbrand did not appear among the crowd watching the cavalry's morning training. His personal maester stayed up all night because Addam could not sleep. His mouth, where teeth had been knocked out, was burning, affecting half of his body. The maester gave him poppy milk to drink, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Having a few teeth knocked out was not a major injury. Addam's wound was in his heart.

Ever since his seventh brother captured Jeyne Clegane and raped her on the mountain, the Marbrand family's nightmare seemed to have begun. Every time he clashed with the Mountain, Addam found that they lost miserably. He wondered how his father would handle the feud with the Mountain if he were at home.

It wasn't until dawn that Addam, in an extremely bad mood, finally fell asleep.

In the Great Courtyard, Gregor and Jeyne's intimacy intentionally or unintentionally stimulated everyone's senses, and Jeyne and Gregor unintentionally became the focus of the audience.

Lord Gawen was also incredulous.

He knew nothing about what happened in the Watchtower last night.

He had not heard any news about Addam and several young men being 'punished for their words'.

After all, it was just a trivial matter in Gregor's eyes.

The only one who was more vigilant about Gregor was Ser Kevan Lannister.

He never would have imagined that the Mountain could get so close to Jeyne so quickly. The Mountain aside, he was like a wild dog, but Jeyne was a lady who had been carefully cultivated in an ancient noble family. She could not have accepted the Mountain so easily.

It was as fast as love at first sight!

The one with the most complicated feelings was Lord Gawen. Watching his eldest daughter, who had been carefully cultivated to be both talented and beautiful, stand beside a jackal with no resistance, he was still very worried. A wolf and a beauty was not the marriage he wanted.

Someone gently nudged Lord Gawen's elbow. Lord Gawen turned around and saw Ser Yarwyck, with a humble smile on his face.

"Lord Gawen, let's go back together today," Ser Yarwyck said in a flattering tone.

This made Lord Gawen feel slightly surprised, surprised by the sudden humility of the other party.

"Okay, everyone lives in the north. It's best to go together," Lord Gawen responded politely.

"Lord Gawen, after we get back, I will send someone to deliver the land deed you mortgaged to your mansion. You can pay whatever you want for the redemption of the land deed," Yarwyck said sincerely, obviously a little afraid that Lord Gawen would disagree.

This was very abnormal. Even if Lord Tywin had taken Jeyne as his ward, it would not have made House Westerling so powerful that Ser Yarwyck feared them to such an extent.

"...Uh...okay..." Lord Gawen still knew that this was a great bargain even in his confusion. Whatever he wanted meant that he would get back the mortgaged land for free, without having to pay the debt at the time of the mortgage.

This gift was much more valuable than the gifts at the 'ward ceremony' and 'engagement ceremony'. After all, land was the foundation that a family could inherit for generations.

Ser Yarwyck breathed a sigh of relief. He thanked Lord Gawen quickly, and as he withdrew, he said with a smile, "Lord Gawen, please give my regards to Ser Gregor for me. Hehe, my children are still ignorant. Please forgive him for any offense."

"...Uh...okay..." Lord Gawen was confused, but agreeing first was the basic courtesy.

A moment later, Ser Angus walked over.

"Lord Gawen, let's go back together after breakfast," Ser Angus said in a relaxed tone, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, everyone lives in the north, not far apart. It's best to go together," Lord Gawen responded politely.

"Lord Gawen, after we get back, I will send someone to deliver the land deed you mortgaged to your mansion. There is no need to repay the money. Just consider it my advance blessing for Jeyne and Ser Gregor's wedding in a month," Angus said very generously, but his voice was suppressed.

Lord Gawen's heart skipped a beat. Ser Yarwyck's matter just now had given him experience.

"That won't do," Lord Gawen said. "When I get back, I will pay you the principal and interest according to the agreed interest rate, not a single copper star less."

The smile on Ser Angus's face froze, and then his tone became pleading: "Lord Gawen, you and I are old neighbors (actually, they are far apart), so don't say such polite words. I will return the mortgaged land deed to you. But I hope you can talk to Ser Gregor about the few pieces of land you sold to me in the past. If he really wants to take them back, don't let me lose too much."

The money Gawen mortgaged the land for to save his life was actually pitifully small. People are poor and short-sighted, and Ser Angus had taken a big advantage.

When Lord Gawen heard Angus say this, his heart skipped another beat. He looked at the Mountain across the training ground, watching the cavalry's morning training with his daughter, and suddenly felt emotional. His timid courage, which had always been formed because he was poor and short-sighted, became inexplicably bold and strong: "Ser Angus, I will definitely convey your words to Ser Gregor. When I sold the land to you, it was really a small sale with a big giveaway. You and I both know that I suffered a big loss. Alas, now I am very ashamed. My father's status has improved my family's situation a little bit. I will definitely take back those few pieces of land. After all, they are the foundation passed down by our ancestors. This is also what Ser Gregor meant. Everyone is a vassal of Lord Tywin. It is better to discuss things and try not to have conflicts."

These words contained both a warning and a threat, and gradually had the temperament of the 'Mountain Rogue Team'. Try not to have conflicts, which obviously meant 'if you don't agree, we'll fight'!

Lord Gawen secretly looked at Ser Angus. Angus's previous generosity was gone: "Yes, yes, yes, Lord Gawen is right. We are all vassals of Lord Tywin. It is better to discuss things and not have conflicts."

Not long after Ser Angus left, Ser Banclo slowly walked over: "Lord Gawen, let's go back together after breakfast."

"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work. I have something to delay me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go back with you. Ser Gregor has some things to ask me, and I can't be sure when I can leave. Sorry, sorry."

Lord Gawen apologized politely, not giving Ser Banclo another chance to speak: "Oh, I have something that I haven't explained to Ser Gregor yet. Excuse me, excuse me, I have to go to the other side of the training ground first."

Lord Gawen withdrew and left Ser Banclo, who had prepared a lot of words, behind.

The 'alarm bell' that Gregor had Sweetmouth Ralph, Dunsen the Gaoler, and loyal fan Polliver 'ring' echoed back with rare speed.

Gregor seriously underestimated his 'celebrity' effect. After all, a university engineering dog had never been a celebrity.

Looking up at the wolf and beauty opposite him, Lord Gawen suddenly felt that Ser Gregor was not only becoming more pleasing to the eye, but also had a bit of friendliness.

Thank you:墨鈊寒's small reward, happy mood, thank you.