Meanwhile, Tyrion, the "Little Imp," separated from Caesars, was heading back to King's Landing along the King's Road when he was ambushed by several mountain clans emerging from the Moon Mountains. Two of his squires were killed, leaving only Yoren of the Night's Watch and himself. Just as
Tyrion was about to meet his end, he was rescued by a passing mercenary—the same free rider named Bronn who had offered him his room at the inn. However, that same night, they were again surrounded by the Stoneraven tribe. Tyrion eventually won them over with promises of weapons, armor, and honor. Seeking better weapons and armor, the Blackears, the Scorched, the Lunari, and the Stoneraven joined Tyrion's army in the Westerlands.
From Tyrion's words, Eddard Stark learns that the "Stone Dragon Lord" who has swiftly unified the Stone Steps is none other than the former Lord of Ravenshoe—Caesars Thanatos! And Catelyn Stark was kidnapped by him.
Upon learning this, Eddard Stark becomes even more anxious. He knows Caesars's character all too well; he's a thoroughly dangerous man, a womanizer who has slept with countless noble ladies. His wife in his hands...
That very night, after receiving the news, Petyr Baelish comes to him. Eddard has never seen the usually composed and calm Petyr so frantic. He's come to ask Eddard to help him plead for Catelyn's life.
Yes! He and Catelyn were childhood sweethearts, and Eddard nearly died in a duel with his brother when he learned of Catelyn's engagement to him.
However, Eddard is now uncovering a major secret in King's Landing, following clues left by Arryn, and discovering that his two daughters are still there. Ultimately, Eddard chose to stay in King's Landing, while Petyr left in anger.
Unbeknownst to these two men, the woman they loved was being pinned down by Caesar.
"Ugh..."
Catelyn felt as if her lower body was being torn in two. Despite no longer being a virgin and having already given birth to five children, she couldn't withstand the relentless thrusting day and night.
Caesar held Catelyn's waist with both hands, thrusting repeatedly.
It must be said, this woman was quite resilient, never yielding despite being raped by Caesar countless times.
"Lady Stark, do you know, because of you, the wolves and lions have started fighting..."
"...Wh...what..." Catelyn no longer had the strength to even groan; her lower body was gradually losing sensation.
"And our good Ned even led a group to attack the Kingslayer, but the Kingslayer escaped, and your husband is said to have lost a leg, truly...hehehehehehe..."
Upon hearing this news, Catelyn felt the world spin, her vision went black, and she fainted.
Seeing that she had fainted, Caesars felt bored and pulled out his still-unsatisfied penis. He ordered the maidservants outside to take Catelyn out for treatment. Catelyn's genitals were already in a terrible state from being violated; if she didn't get treatment soon, they might be unusable forever.
Knock knock...
It was Rhaenys.
She wore a white dress embroidered with light blue starfish patterns, which accentuated her curvaceous figure. In Tyrosh, people loved bright colors, even dyeing their hair that way. Her originally Dornish black hair had now become Targaryen-style silver-gold hair, and her heart-shaped face had one blue and one green eye.
"I wonder how these Tyrosh people manage to do this," Caesars thought to himself.
But Rhaenys was full of charm at this moment, and her heterochromatic eyes added a touch of mystery. Caesars pulled her into his arms, removing the silk from Rhaenys's body while caressing her snow-white, delicate skin.
"How are you, my little dragon? Did you miss me?" Caesar chuckled, his still-angry penis twitching between her thighs.
"Ugh... Master, no... I have something important to do..." Rhaenys felt something pressing against her buttocks and gently thrusting, her serpentine waist swaying, her body trembling slightly.
"Hmm! Your important task is to tighten your lip a little..." Reaching its peak hardness, the spear plunged in, Rhaenys groaning as it was fully inserted.
Rhaenys's body was exceptionally well-trained. With just a simple insertion, she climaxed, "Ugh..." she clung to Caesar's neck, her face flushed.
"Ugh... No... It's... It's... Mother... She's sick..." Rhaenys stammered intermittently during Caesar's thrusts.
With a thrust of his hips, "Ah! Okay... Okay, I'll go see her in a bit..." After ejaculating, Caesar casually threw on a coat and headed towards Ilya's room.
Reaching the door of Ilya's room, he bumped into an elderly man with half-white hair and a beard, who stumbled out. "Grey...greyscale!"
"What!" Having been intimate with her for several years, he had long since developed feelings for her.
Caesars rushed into the room and saw her lying quietly on the velvet bed, a hand protruding from the covers, a small patch of hardened skin covered in blackish-grey spots on her palm. Soon, it would spread throughout her body, and she would die in pain and fear.
No! She's mine, she can't die like this!
Caesars burst out of the room, and moments later, he carried the unconscious Caitlin into the room, followed by several women wearing dragon masks, dressed as priestesses.
He stripped the two women naked and laid them side by side on the bed. Caesar, holding a sharp dagger, plunged it deep into Catelyn's heart…
…
"The Dragonborn returns, the illusory lies shattered, the false dragon prostrates, the prince falls…"
…
Catelyn struggled to open her eyes, feeling excruciating pain all over her body, struggling to breathe, or rather, not breathing at all. Catelyn reached for her heart…
Her hand was snow-white and wrinkle-free; the frostbite that had once troubled her was gone, but her heart…
felt no beating!
"Oh… you're awake…" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside her, "My Lady Stoneheart!"