Chapter 175 - The Reconquest of Eyrie (IV)
"Blame fate for dying like this, if it weren't for fate, you'd still be alive." Aenar thought, watching the man cut in two before him.
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Aenar was sitting in the seat of the Lords of the Vale, looking at all the vassals before him. The death of Lysa and Robert Arryn had already spread and everyone knew that the king and the king's regent had died moments ago.
While Robert died by accident, Lysa died by Petyr's hand.
"I demand justice for my niece!!!" Brynden shouted as he looked at Petyr with an extremely furious gaze. The Blackfish was about to draw his own sword and kill Petyr on the spot with hardly a care in the world.
No one was against his words, every man had the right to avenge his family, Aenar himself had the same motive, how could he stop a man from taking revenge on his niece's murderer?
"The Trial by Combat will take place." Aenar pronounced the sentence, he looked at Petyr and asked. "Will you represent yourself or will you choose a representative to fight in your place, Lord Baelish?"
"I'll choose a representative." Petyr didn't hesitate to speak his mind. He would never dare fight a famous knight like Brynden Tully, the Blackfish.
Petyr's decision made the Northern Lords look at the man with contempt. A man who didn't fight his own battles wasn't even considered a man in his own eyes.
Eddard and Harold stood side by side, both at the side of the Mountain Throne looking at everything happening with calm expressions.
Harold was so happy that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare laugh at such a sad and tragic scene, but inside he was thanking the gods for killing Lysa and Robert without him having to tell them to. Something he would do in the future.