"Governor of Old Oak reporting!" the young Knight with the Boar Sigil announced loudly, specifically for Garlan.
Instantly.
Dozens of people in the tents turned to look at Garlan Tyrell, who had just entered.
Garlan stepped forward silently.
According to the King's arrangement, Old Oak had been placed under the temporary administration of the Westerlands, and Garlan's position as Governor was precisely under Lord Tywin.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him.
Garlan walked to Lord Tywin's desk, knelt on one knee, and said, "Greetings, Your Grace. Garlan, with Old Oak, awaits the Lord's instructions."
Lord Tywin was stern-faced. "Governor Garlan, please rise."
Garlan then stood up, glanced around briefly, and took his place in the dense formation, neither too close nor too far from Lord Tywin.
People's gazes gradually moved away from him.
No one spoke, and the Main Camp was quiet.
Occasionally, someone would walk in from outside, simply bowing to Lord Tywin and the other Lords, then taking their assigned place, waiting for the meeting to begin.
Garlan observed silently.
The Lord of Crakehall, Lord Roland Crakehall, stood in the first position to Lord Tywin's Left Hand. Behind him were three Knights around Garlan's age, clearly having brought all three of his sons.
A dark brown background with a black and white boar. Garlan looked at the Sigils on their armor and couldn't help but think of the Knight at the entrance of the Main Camp.
That Knight had only addressed him as "Governor of Old Oak," refusing to even add his name.
Lord Tywin also called him "Governor Garlan."
Garlan understood what that meant. Here, he could only be a subordinate of Tywin Lannister, the Governor of Old Oak, the target of revenge for the newly deceased souls.
Even if he himself might not shed a single drop of blood.
Looking around, he wondered how many people were willing to clear out the stubborn and hidden dangers for him, to sort out Old Oak.
Almost all of them were prominent families from the Westerlands.
Directly opposite Garlan, a Knight wore White Armor with a golden longbow carved on his breastplate. This was the Yew Family, whose ancient bloodline could be traced back to "Blind Bowman" Arlan Oak from the Age of Heroes. They still produced many archers today, with extraordinary skill.
Further in front of the golden longbow was a man wearing a black hood.
The Banefort Family of Banefort, who once held the Throne of the "Hooded King," which ended at the hands of the first King of the Rock, "Mighty Lion" Lann the Clever.
Although they lost their kingdom and Throne, the Banefort Family of Banefort remains prosperous and powerful to this day.
There was also the displaying Peacock, the Serrett Family of Silverhill; the White Badger, the Lydden Family of Deep Den; the Crimson Bull, the Plumm Family of Feastfires; the White Shell, the Westerling Family of Crag...
All the prominent families from the western, southern, and central Westerlands were present, including the purple Unicorn, the Brax Family of Hornvale.
Behind Lord Andros Brax stood seven or eight young men, as if the entire family had turned out.
In addition.
Next to the Unicorn was the orange-gold Burning Tree, the Marbrand Family of Ashemark.
Lord Damon Marbrand had not brought his heir, but Garlan knew that Adam Marbrand had already shown his "talent" in Rising Stone Town.
Although the Cavalry that launched the Night Raid on Rising Stone Town were mostly led by Nobles from The Vale and the Riverlands.
But Adam Marbrand and the other Generals also participated fully in the tactical planning and troop movement arrangements, and successfully completed the task of clearing out the outposts and Scouts. Their contributions were no less than those from the two northern kingdoms.
Moreover, many of those people had already died.
Died in the darkness from Dagger, sword, Spear, Bow and Arrow from who knows where.
Garlan looked around and saw several green Bow and Arrow, the Sarsfield Family of Sarsfield. They had clearly also brought many elite archers.
For many years, Bow and Arrow have been indispensable battlefield weapons for both open battles and city defense.
The advantageous side uses long-range Bow and Arrow to reduce losses and scout the enemy. The weaker side uses them to ambush forces and turn the tide of battle.
For all Soldiers, Bow and Arrow falling like Rain are a terrifying Nightmare.
However, today, would Bow and Arrow still be useful?
Garlan looked at the three Six-Pointed Star Warriors gathered together. The King's Royal Guard, but all three faces were very ordinary, and Garlan didn't recognize any of them.
How would Old Oak be taken? How much resentment would I bear?
The tents were as quiet as before, people slowly filling the space. Garlan felt as if he was surrounded by a large army, alone, waiting to face a harsh Trial.
Hoo~ hoo~
A breathing sound grew closer from behind. Garlan turned his head sharply and saw Ser Robar Royce, who had entered before him.
Ser Robar Royce smiled at him.
Ding~
Garlan focused and opened the Light Screen. Robar Royce had sent him a message.
Garlan then knew:
Lord Tywin's thirty thousand strong army was not just waiting idly outside Old Oak.
Within these few days, scout vanguards of a hundred men each had spread out across the vast area between Old Oak and Goldengrove, gathering military intelligence from various locations to prepare for the next step.
Old Oak was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
The day before the siege, Old Oak had received news that King Joffrey's Royal Guard had smoothly entered Highgarden, so they canceled the plan for a decisive battle in the field and instead withdrew their forces into the city to await surrender.
However, Lord Tywin led his army to surround Old Oak without making any demands for peace talks, and he shot down every raven sent out from or received by Old Oak.
Old Oak thus became an isolated city in a state of confusion.
Before long, the Lords and Knights became increasingly uneasy, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
Rumors spread throughout the city.
Many speculated in fear: Highgarden has been wiped out by King Joffrey, and the Westerlands will seize the entire Reach; no one will be spared!
Some held onto a glimmer of hope: Perhaps King Joffrey wants to personally accept Old Oak's surrender, which is why the army outside is waiting. Maybe the King will arrive soon, and we just need to be patient.
Some became decadent and depraved: While the city is still stable and supplies are sufficient, why not enjoy the present? As for the future, we can worry about that later.
And others...
Regardless, everyone shared the hope of a successful surrender.
Each day, Lord Matus Rowan, the commander of the Allied Forces, sent teams out of the city to negotiate and gather information, but they were all detained by Lord Tywin, and none returned.
The Lady of Old Oak, Aven Oakheart, was relatively firm in her stance and proposed fighting outside the city.
She had good reasons: If we win, we can show our strength and gain Lord Tywin's attention and concessions. If we lose, we can end the confrontation and submit. I don't believe he would refuse.
It sounded good, but many Ser still hesitated. After all, there was risk. Why gamble their lives on a war that was already lost?
Lord Matus Rowan remained silent, and so the matter was dropped.
They endured until today.
King Joffrey's Fleet appeared At Sea, and the Golden Rose banner of Highgarden was among the troops disembarking from the ships.
Lord Tywin finally sent a letter:
"By order of His Majesty, Garlan Tyrell is appointed Second Class Governor of Old Oak from this day forward, with full authority to handle the political affairs of Old Oak and its subordinate territories. From now on, it will be overseen by the First Class Governor of Casterly Rock and be responsible to the Royal Family and the court."
"Governor Garlan," Lord Tywin said, putting down the Document in his hand, "Do you understand?"
Garlan knelt once more: "Yes, my Lord."
"Then, the meeting begins."
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