Chapter 159 - War of the Four Kings (VI)
"A great warrior, unfortunately not fit for reuse." Aenar's thoughts on Brynden Tully, the Blackfish.
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"Brynden Tully, the Blackfish." Aenar greeted the man with an amused smile on his lips.
The characteristic red hair of House Tully was graying, and the wrinkles around his face showed that the man was as old as his brother. But unlike Hoster, Brynden was a veteran of fifty battles. His sword could still kill people as easily as someone could cut vegetables.
"Your Grace." Brynden responded to the greeting with a rough and gruff, yet respectful tone. His blue eyes regarded the long march behind the king with a complex gaze.
"Eddard." Brynden greeted his niece's husband with a kinder look. However, what confused him was that Eddard didn't even look at him or say a word to him.
"Brynden, I'd like to know your niece's mental state." Aenar, not wanting to delve into this drama at the moment, asked with a curious tone. Although he knew that the woman was gradually going mad - or rather, becoming obsessive - he still wanted to hear about her condition from Brynden.
If Brynden had heard about his niece's condition, then the entire Vale of Arryn would know about the Vale Regent's situation.
Brynden showed a complex look, but still answered truthfully:
"The various miscarriages have changed her a lot. With each miscarriage, with each child lost, Lysa's personality became more and more explosive, paranoid and insane. This condition didn't improve with the birth of Robert, it only got worse. The boy wasn't even weaned."
Brynden's words caused many Northern lords to exclaim in surprise. The condition of the Regent of the Valley seemed more serious than anyone had expected. What's more, when they heard that such an old boy was still suckling at his mother's breasts, many began to despise not only Lysa, but also the boy called Robert himself.