Chapter 222 - 223 - After the War (IV)
"Fate has merely declared your death; you have the option to refuse, but most fail to fight against their own destiny. A destiny meant for the weak without willpower." Aenar Targaryen.
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Hoster Tully looked at the gates of the Hall of a Hundred Hearths and slowed his pace with heavy steps, his hands were chained and he could not escape. He wanted to run, entering the hall was tantamount to declaring that his House would be destroyed, that it would have an even worse reputation than House Frey.
No noble house would marry his descendants, no noble house would do business with his descendants, not even the Iron Bank would lend money to his descendants.
The Tully House would truly be finished at that moment.
However, his weak and frail body was pushed forward by the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard, Leda Dayne.
"My master is waiting, move along, you worm." Leda spoke in a cold and indifferent tone. She felt no remorse for doing such a thing to a helpless old man.
Under Hoster’s desperate gaze, he entered the Hall of a Hundred Hearths in Harrenhal. Just as he had expected, the entire place was filled with lords and ladies, all eyes fixed on him.
There were all kinds of looks, rejoicing, disdain, contempt, and sympathy.
Hoster trembled as he felt the stares. To him, they were all hyenas, all wanting a piece of House Tully. However, he couldn’t stop anything, for he was helpless and powerless. Not even his former vassals could help him at that moment.
Hoster’s blue eyes fell on the black stone throne, seated on which the young king was dressed exquisitely in purple and red, a Valyrian steel crown studded with rubies visible beneath his hair.