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Game of Thrones White Dragon Rising
Game of Thrones The Sun Dragon Descends
The main gate of the Twins could hardly be called a gate anymore.
What was once a solid barrier of layered oak and iron, capable of withstanding days of battering from a ram, was now a twisted wreckage. Half hung from the frame, the other half driven deep into the stone pavement of the gatehouse.
A fully armored giant was brutally smashing the remaining frame and walls into powder with fists bigger than millstones, widening the entrance.
The Wildling infantry hadn't arrived; they were still busy cleaning up the mess in the Vale.
So, only the giants were sent ahead.
Now, combined with the Northern army, the Tully forces, and the Riverlands coalition, they poured into the once-impregnable fortress like converging floods—silent and swift.
Edmure Tully and the Blackfish led the way.
Behind them were all the lords of the Riverlands.
Every face wore a complex expression—a mix of shock, awe, and lingering fear.
They stuck close to Lynn's nine "guards," as if proximity to these silent powerhouses was the only way to feel safe.
Inside the castle, resistance had evaporated.
The Frey bastards and garrison, having witnessed the apocalyptic siege, had mentally collapsed.
They threw down their weapons and knelt by the roadside, trembling violently, awaiting the conqueror's judgment.
"Round up every male bastard of House Frey!"
Edmure's voice was filled with suppressed hatred.
Tully soldiers pounced like wolves, dragging the kneeling Freys out one by one and herding them into the square.
The Blackfish led another squad, searching house by house.
Anyone daring to harbor a Frey would share their fate.
A bloody purge had begun.
Lynn didn't participate.
He simply walked slowly to the top of the West Tower, looking down at the castle that was about to be erased.
Roslin Frey followed him like a shadow, nervously twisting the hem of her servant's dress.
She watched the familiar faces being dragged out below. There were no tears in her eyes, only numbness and a hint of hidden satisfaction.
Lynn closed his eyes.
Greensight, activate.
An invisible net instantly covered the entire Twins!
Every corner of the castle, every secret passage, every heartbeat and breath appeared clearly in his mind!
"Lord Edmure."
Lynn's voice carried clearly to Edmure, who was directing the purge below.
Edmure looked up sharply at the tower.
"East stables, third stall, under the hay. Two hiding there."
"Wine cellar, the biggest barrel. It's empty, two inside."
"And the bakery. That fat man kneading dough is Walder Rivers, one of Walder's bastards."
Lynn's voice was calm, calling out coordinates one by one.
Using Greensight to map the area was surprisingly effective.
This was also why Lynn dared to send the Frey women to Dragonstone.
Under Greensight, he could see exactly what color their smallclothes were—for example, Roslin today was wearing...
Not to mention, if they tried anything like arson or poisoning at Dragonstone...
The moment they made a move, Lynn could warg into a city guard and force the perpetrator to swallow the poison herself.
There was no need to worry.
At first, Edmure was skeptical.
But when his men followed Lynn's instructions and dragged out Freys from impossible hiding spots one by one...
His skepticism turned into pure horror!
Not just him!
Every Riverlord present looked at Lynn atop the tower as if he were a god—or a demon!
If the giant siege earlier showed them Lynn's unmatched military power...
Then this display of "omniscience" made them tremble in their souls!
What kind of power was this?
Divine revelation?
Or some sorcery they couldn't comprehend?
They only knew that in front of this man, no scheme, no disguise could hide!
You didn't even know if he was looking right into your heart, seeing your darkest thoughts.
For a moment, every lord instinctively lowered their head.
They didn't dare meet the gaze of the figure on the tower.
Those who harbored secret ambitions broke out in cold sweat, grateful they hadn't chosen the wrong side at Riverrun.
Under Lynn's "guidance," the purge became terrifyingly efficient.
In less than an hour, every male Frey hiding in the Twins—highborn or lowborn, legitimate or bastard—was gathered in the square.
Then, they were beheaded by Tully soldiers in the most direct manner.
Heads rolled, blood flowed.
The Twins, the castle named for House Frey, was thoroughly "cleansed" today.
When the last Frey was executed, the Blackfish found the castle's main vault.
When the heavy iron door, crafted by dwarves of Essos, was blasted open by a giant's punch, everyone gasped.
Inside, mountains of Gold Dragons and Silver Stags reflected dazzling light under the torches.
Chests of jewelry, bolts of fine cloth from Essos, rare antiques—the vault was bursting at the seams!
This was the vast wealth House Frey had accumulated over centuries by tolling the only bridge across the Green Fork.
The breathing of every Riverlord present grew heavy.
Unabashed greed shone in their eyes.
They remembered Lynn's promise at Riverrun.
This fortune, enough to drive the entire Riverlands mad, was to be shared among them!
However, when their eyes met Lynn's as he walked down from the tower, that greed was instantly doused.
Replaced by bone-deep awe.
Share?
Share spoils that didn't belong to them with a man who wielded god-like power?
Were they worthy?
Sometimes, polite words are just polite words.
Taking them seriously shows a lack of emotional intelligence.
Edmure Tully, pushed forward by the other lords, steeled himself and walked up to Lynn.
His posture was respectful to the extreme.
"Lord Lynn."
"All Frey bastards in the Twins have been executed."
"This castle and all the wealth within are trophies of your conquest."
"We dare not touch a copper."
"We unanimously agree."
"Only you, the King-Beyond-the-Wall who orchestrated all this, are worthy of possessing it!"
As soon as he finished, all the Riverlords behind him knelt on one knee in unison, echoing:
"It should be so!"
"All belongs to Lord Lynn!"
Their voices echoed in the vault, full of "sincerity" and "respect."
Lynn looked at the kneeling crowd, a look of "difficulty" on his face.
He hadn't expected this.
His casual display had triggered such a magical reaction.
Thinking this, Lynn frowned at the right moment.
"My Lords, please rise."
"I, Lynn, always keep my word."
"Since I promised at Riverrun to share the Frey wealth with you, I will not go back on it."
"Are you... trying to make me a man who breaks his faith?"
Hearing this, the kneeling lords nearly wet themselves in terror!
They wouldn't dare!
Edmure broke out in cold sweat, hastily explaining:
"No! Lord Lynn! You misunderstand!"
"It's just... your achievements are too dazzling. We barely lifted a finger."
"Yes, yes!"
Another lord chimed in.
"We have no face to accept these things..."
"My Lord, we are grateful enough that you led us to punish the treacherous Freys. How could we dare ask for rewards? What would we become?"
They just wanted to clear themselves, terrified of being seen as coveting Lynn's treasure.
Lynn looked at their fearful faces, laughing inside, but keeping a stern expression.
"No."
He refused flatly.
"Honor is what I value most."
"I cannot stain my name for a bit of coin!"
He looked around, his tone heavy.
"If you insist on this, you are forcing me."
"I would rather burn this wealth to ash than swallow it alone!"
Burn it?!
Hearing those words, the lords' hearts bled!
That was enough wealth to buy half the Reach!
"My Lord!"
Edmure was frantic, almost shouting.
"This is not breaking faith; it is our voluntary offering!"
"It is our respect for you! It belongs to you!"
"If you don't accept, you look down on the men of the Riverlands!"
Seeing them on the verge of tears, Lynn finally sighed with "helplessness."
"Sigh... since you put it that way..."
Lynn looked around, "reluctantly" accepting.
"Fine."
"To not disappoint your good intentions, I will accept this wealth on your behalf."
"Rest assured, if you achieve merit in the future, I will not be stingy with rewards."
Hearing this, all the Riverlords felt like they had been granted amnesty, letting out long sighs of relief.
Genuine smiles of "relief" appeared on their faces.
As if Lynn accepting the money was doing them a huge favor.
Damn, it worked!
The lords rejoiced secretly.
Lynn shook his head.
He really had intended to split the loot.
But they didn't dare take it. He couldn't be blamed for that.
Lynn turned to face the Northern soldiers and Free Folk behind him, whose eyes were glued to the gold.
He kicked open a chest filled with Gold Dragons.
Clatter—!
Golden coins poured out like a waterfall, covering the floor in a thick layer.
The dazzling light stung everyone's eyes.
"Brothers!"
Lynn's voice exploded in everyone's ears!
"The lords of the Riverlands are noble and high-minded; they have voluntarily given up their share of the spoils!"
"So, now, everything in this vault..."
Lynn spread his arms, his smile brilliant and heroic.
"Belongs to you!"
"Every brother who followed me through life and death has the right to an equal share!"
Silence.
After a few seconds of dead silence.
A volcanic eruption of cheers!
"YEAAAAHHH—!!!"
"LORD LYNN IS THE GREATEST!!!"
"FOR THE NORTH!!!"
The Northern soldiers went mad!
A bearded Wildling, clutching his share of gold, trembled with excitement.
He knelt on the ground, kissing the cold metal, tears streaming down his face.
A young Northern soldier hugged a helmet full of gold coins, giggling foolishly.
"Enough... this is enough to redeem our family's mortgaged land..."
"Hahaha! I'm going to Oldtown! I'm going to buy the most beautiful whore for a month!"
"A month? You're dreaming! You can barely climb onto the bed! I'll show you what real stamina looks like!"
...
Cheers, cries, and wild laughter echoed through the Twins.
These men who followed Lynn into war had traded their loyalty for wealth they never dared dream of.
And this was just one battle.
They barely bled!
And they got Gold Dragons just like that!
This solidified their resolve to follow Lynn even more.
The Riverlords could only watch with envy.
But that was all they could do.
It was their choice to give it up.
They understood in their hearts.
Though Edmure managed the Riverlands in name, in reality, it belonged to Lynn now.
This was an unspoken truth.
But a thought suddenly popped into their minds.
Maybe... following Lynn isn't a bad choice?
After all, they saw the benefits his soldiers got with their own eyes.
Those were real, solid Gold Dragons!
Who else was as generous as Lynn?
Keeping nothing for himself, giving it all to the soldiers?
Such a figure had never appeared in history!
They used to think being a lord or a warden was about grabbing benefits for one's own house.
But Lynn's actions, though incomprehensible to them, were shocking.
In this moment, Lynn's status in their hearts surpassed that of a lord, even a king!
He was a god!
Lynn stood at the vault entrance, quietly watching the fanatical gazes of his men and the thoughtful looks of the Riverlords. He smiled.
A thousand gold pieces to buy horse bones.
Sincerity is always the ultimate technique.
This way, his soldiers would work even harder for him.
Objective achieved!
Behind him, Roslin stared blankly at the frenzied soldiers, then at Lynn's back.
She suddenly felt that the terrifying thing about this man wasn't just his martial power.
It was his insight into the human heart.
He used Frey blood to intimidate the Riverlands.
And used Frey money to buy the loyalty of the North and the Free Folk.
Killing two birds with one stone.
No, perhaps, he even calculated her, a insignificant pawn, into it.
Maybe she would be useful to him later.
Judging by Lynn's actions, he never did anything without a benefit.
Could it be...
Am I just a tool to him?
Roslin lowered her head, hiding the complexity in her eyes.
She didn't want to be just a tool anymore.
Lynn ignored the commotion behind him.
His gaze looked past the immediate celebration, toward the distance.
The Riverlands were pacified.
Next, Lysa should be arriving at the Eyrie soon, led by "Petyr."
Lysa was a crucial piece in his subjugation of the Vale; he couldn't let her die easily.
At least, she had to fulfill her value before she died.
He wanted to take over the Vale legitimately!
Once that was done, only the Boltons and the Ironborn remained to be dealt with!
Unifying the North was just around the corner!