After a "deep" gaze at each other for a while, Lord Walder suddenly shouted towards the door, "Someone get in here and bring me what I've prepared."
At the hall entrance, a figure wearing a leather cap soon appeared, carrying a tray and practically scurrying in.
Lord Walder grinned: "Duke Brynden, please."
Brynden saw the salt and bread on the tray. He glanced at Old Walder's smiling face, then reached out and took a small piece of bread, dipped it in some salt, and put it in his mouth.
"Welcome, Duke Brynden."
Swallowing what was in his mouth, Duke Brynden gave a slight nod and said, "Lord Walder, thank you. I would like to adopt two young Freys as my foster sons. This is a token of my gratitude."
Lord Walder cackled, "You are very thoughtful. I will select those two lucky lads as soon as possible."
In the seemingly pleasant atmosphere, the smile on his face suddenly vanished, and he said, "Duke Brynden, I look forward to seeing King Robb's sincerity first."
Hearing this, Duke Brynden nodded: "It should be so. Please tell me your conditions directly. I can promise you on behalf of King Robb."
Lord Walder grinned and said, "King Robb must first marry a Frey maiden here at The Twins... My request isn't too excessive, is it, Duke?"
Without waiting long, Duke Brynden displayed the expression he had practiced hundreds of times in private. He sighed, "It should be so. This is the King's sincerity. I hope to use your ravens here so that His Majesty can arrive as soon as possible."
The suspicion in Lord Walder's eyes did not dissipate. He smiled, "I'd be happy to serve you."
He paused, then added, "One of my grandsons writes very beautifully."
Duke Brynden seemed not to notice Old Walder's wariness. He clenched his thick hand, saying with slight pleasure, "Excellent, it's been a long time since I held a pen."
After a few casual remarks, Old Walder noticed Duke Brynden's face growing increasingly hesitant.
His gaze flickered: "Duke, would you like to rest?"
Looking at the old weasel's concerned face, Duke Brynden opened his mouth, and finally spoke: "I might have a small condition..."
Old Walder's eyes narrowed into slits.
He moved his lips and continued, "If possible, please choose a beautiful queen for My King... try to choose a beautiful one."
The slight surprise on Old Walder's face quickly vanished, and he smiled ambiguously: "As a King, being infatuated with beauty... is not a good habit."
Duke Brynden couldn't help but rub his head, his tone slightly embarrassed: "Catelyn... the King's mother, has loved the beautiful stories in poetry since childhood. Perhaps... the young King has also been greatly influenced. He has indeed grown up a bit now, and I just don't want him to be left with... regrets in his heart because of an old man who doesn't understand romance."
He looked at Old Walder: "I am not forcing it. No matter which Frey maiden you choose, I promise you on behalf of the King that she will always be His Majesty's respected Queen."
After a pause, Old Walder's shoulders trembled: "Who doesn't like beauty... Hmph... Hmph..."
He turned and shouted, "Someone, bring me my 'treasure,' quickly!"
After a while, footsteps were heard from the other end of the hall. Duke Brynden looked over and saw one of Old Walder's sons leading a young girl.
Old Walder rose shakily and walked to the girl's side. He seemed to be displaying a cherished treasure: "Duke Brynden, this is my daughter Roslin, seventeen years old, my dearest little flower. Hey, she is the beautiful queen I have prepared for the King. Are you relieved now?"
Roslin Frey wore a light blue gown, appearing somewhat delicate, with extremely fair skin, as if she had just bathed in milk.
Her face was delicate, with large brown eyes, a refined nose, a small chin, and a mass of loosely curled, dark chestnut hair that reached her slender waist.
The maiden was very shy. She curtseyed, "Duke, I hope I will not disappoint His Majesty the King."
Duke Brynden withdrew his gaze, his lowered blue eyes trembling imperceptibly, and he said kindly, "Good child, King Robb will take good care of you, I promise."
...Bang, bang, bang.
After the banging on the door, the small window on the cell door was opened, and a large, wide-eyed face appeared, then cautiously peered into the dim cell.
"Hey, over here."
Stepping back a few paces, Tyrion looked up and grinned, "I want to see Duke Green. Tell him for me."
With that, a gleaming golden dragon coin flipped through the air and passed through the small window.
Low voices could be heard from outside the door.
Not long after, the jailer's large face reappeared at the small window. He looked down at Tyrion for a moment, his eyes flashing with undisguised greed: "Generous sir, there are three people outside the door. You're making things very difficult for us."
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