Chapter 173: Final Struggle, A Dead End
The Vale, The Eyrie
"Ouch... Darling, you're hurting me!"
Amidst a series of soft cries, Lysa Arryn fell back onto the bed. At this moment, she was completely naked, covered in scars of varying depths.
Petyr, on the other hand, was like a deflated ball, slumped weakly beside Lysa Arryn. His face was contorted and hideous, completely devoid of his usual gentle elegance.
The current Littlefinger was like a gambler who had lost everything; unshaven and disheveled, he could only vent his rage in a frenzy.
On the table in front of the High Hall of House Arryn, stationery lay scattered everywhere like withered lily petals. These papers were crumpled and wrinkled; aside from pleas for help and proclamations, almost no good news could be found among them.
"Darling, you don't need to worry at all. Unless those fellows can fly, no one can possibly conquer The Eyrie. We only need to hold the Gates of the Moon."
Lysa Arryn endured the pain in her body and comforted her lover.
Lady Lysa truly loved Littlefinger. Although the maesters and knights had been advising her to surrender, she had never relented just to keep Littlefinger happy.
And now, sensing Littlefinger's fear, Lady Lysa comforted him directly. For a man to sink to this level, he was truly beyond saving.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this the 'love-brain' Jon talked about? Being bullied like this and still thinking the other person loves you. How pitiful!"
"Who's there?!"
"Ah..."
Just as Littlefinger was about to resume his abuse, a somewhat playful female voice spoke directly into his ears.
Thus, amidst Lady Lysa's screams and Littlefinger's curses, the two of them fell naked from the bed. If the voice had come any sooner, a certain embarrassing accident might have occurred.
"Hahaha, is this the castle defense you're so proud of? It doesn't look like much to me!"
Jynnaera Velarys, dressed in black leather, laughed aloud upon seeing the pair's predicament.
Schwing...
Seeing that the intruder was only a woman, Littlefinger finally found a sword at the head of the bed, along with a hand crossbow.
Since the opponent could arrive here silently, she must have some sort of backing. Therefore, Littlefinger planned to interrogate her to find out how she got in.
"Don't move. This is a triple-shot crossbow. If you don't want to be killed, stand right there."
After obtaining the weapon, Littlefinger's confidence bolstered significantly. Lady Lysa also hurriedly threw on a nightgown and found a cloth to wrap around Littlefinger's lower half.
"Where did you come from, you bitch? Guards!!"
Seeing the exceptionally beautiful Jynnaera Velarys, a flame of jealousy inexplicably surged in Lady Lysa's heart. After cursing Jynnaera loudly, she called for the guards outside the door.
"Are you really sure you want to call them in?"
Jynnaera's voice still carried a hint of playfulness, as if she were a calico cat toying with its prey.
"What!?"
Compared to the highly agitated Lady Lysa, Littlefinger seemed to catch the underlying meaning in Jynnaera's words.
Thud, thud, thud...
Just as Littlefinger was feeling suspicious, the bedroom door suffered a series of impacts.
The frequency was very strange. It didn't sound like hands knocking, but rather like some fleshy objects violently slamming against the door.
Bang...
Groan...
As the door was burst open by some terrifying force, three armored figures appeared directly in the bedroom.
"Kalin, Albus, Nate! I order you to..."
"Wait... what's going on?"
Just as Lady Lysa excitedly prepared to order the three knights to attack Jynnaera, a faint stench of decay suddenly wafted into the nostrils of Lysa and Littlefinger.
Ugh, ugh...
Following a series of suppressed low growls, the three armored knights approached Lysa and Littlefinger with staggering steps.
"You... don't come any closer!"
Seeing these three fellows approach, Littlefinger was immediately terrified and took a step back. He shouted loudly, his fingers beginning to tremble.
Littlefinger knew very well that this small hand crossbow couldn't kill the three men in front of him; their thick breastplates were enough to block the bolts.
"Oh my, didn't you ask them to come in? Why do you seem a bit scared now?"
As Jynnaera spoke, the three eerie figures stopped in their tracks, looking extremely terrifying.
As the three approached, Lysa and Littlefinger finally noticed their difference: their eyes had turned blood-red, looking utterly horrific.
The faint stench of decay mixed with the smell of blood almost made Lady Lysa faint, while Littlefinger's legs shook so much he nearly pissed himself.
Although Littlefinger had seen many dead people in his life and had killed many himself, he had no idea what to do when faced with this bizarre and terrifying scene.
"You... who exactly are you?"
Realizing Jynnaera might be the culprit, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Littlefinger's eyes as he pointed the hand crossbow back at her.
Littlefinger had once heard that there was a terrifying necromancy on the continent of Essos that could bring the dead back to life as monsters, so he guessed he might have encountered such a bizarre thing.
"I am Jynnaera Velarys, and my husband is Jon Targaryen. My purpose here is simple: to give you a chance to surrender. Of course, you can choose not to, in which case I will take your heads!"
Since her resurrection, Jynnaera had been learning about the history of this world. After all, a thousand years had passed, and many customs and habits were different from before.
While studying House Targaryen's conquest of Westeros, Jynnaera saw a very interesting event: Aegon the Conqueror's eldest queen had conquered the Vale without shedding a drop of blood.
As a former Dragonlord, Jynnaera believed she was no less than any Valyrian woman. Thus, after learning this story, she volunteered to come to The Eyrie, wanting to use her own power to seize this castle atop the mountain peak.
"Are you sure your little toy can hurt me?"
Jynnaera's voice was full of confidence. Although she was interested in Jon's magical items, in the end, she preferred—or rather chose—to believe in her own strength.
Accompanied by the appearance of blood-red energy, an eerie crimson light emanated from Jynnaera's eyes.
Seeing that strange red light, Littlefinger subconsciously tried to look away from Jynnaera, but unfortunately, the moment he saw that flash of crimson, his consciousness began to blur.
Thud, thud, thud... Buzz, buzz, buzz...
"Ah..."
With three sounds of bolts hitting wood, Littlefinger's crossbow fired. The three bolts, carrying terrifying force, slammed into the wardrobe to the left of the bedroom's large bed.
"Darling, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Amidst Lady Lysa's frantic words, Littlefinger gradually recovered. Seeing the situation in his hands, he seemed to realize he had just been controlled.
"In the face of absolute power, your puny strength is like that of ants. If you are willing to surrender, I may consider not killing you!"
"I... we..."
Sensing Jynnaera's killing intent, Lady Lysa looked toward Littlefinger with fear. She didn't want to die, but if Littlefinger was unwilling, she wouldn't live on alone.
"I... how will King Jon arrange for us? I... I don't want to..."
At this moment, Littlefinger's brain was stalling. The diplomatic rhetoric he was usually so familiar with was now useless. He knew very well he had no bargaining chips and no right to negotiate.
"I can help King Jon seize King's Landing and Harrenhal. I demand a status of equal value!"
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
"Are you sure you can do that?"
Jynnaera was curious about this man's final words. Why was he so confident, or was he just struggling at death's door?
Glancing at the terrified Lady Lysa nearby, a thought suddenly formed in Jynnaera's mind.
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