People peeked at the scandalous and horrifying scene inside the room, whispering amongst themselves.
"Make way! The Governor is here!"
Soldiers pushed aside the crowd gathered in front. "Quickly, let the Governor pass!"
Soon, the crowd parted, creating a path down the middle.
Garlan Tyrell walked the entire length of the corridor towards what would be his office and study in the future.
However, this study was now defiled.
Garlan merely glanced at it before looking away, then used his eyes to force back the prying spectators at the doorway, causing the crowd to thin out considerably.
But many people still lingered.
"Who was the first to discover this?" Ser Stafford Lannister inquired.
"Reporting to the Lords, it was us."
A squad leader from the Royal Guard with an ordinary appearance stepped forward. Behind him stood nine regular soldiers.
"Was it like this at the time?" Ser Daven Lannister frowned deeply, his face showing extreme revulsion at the scene before him.
"It was," the squad leader replied respectfully.
"We were ordered to secure the Main Keep and eliminate hidden dangers, so we arrived first. It was like this then, the Rebel Army soldier's body was by the bed, Lady Aven and her second son..." The squad leader glanced up.
Garlan gazed gloomily at the bed. Yes, the study also had a bed for resting. But from now on, Garlan would never touch that bed.
It was truly horrifying. Garlan stared at the bed.
Thanks to the discipline of the Royal Guard, the scene on the bed was preserved quite completely.
Garlan had to see it clearly.
Lady Aven Oakheart's petite body was slumped powerlessly into the bed, half her face buried in the pillow, the other half frozen in a strange smile, her gray eyes wide and round, one pale hand dangling by the side of the bed, her five fingers clenched into a fist.
She was dead. Probably from suffocation.
Thus, her neck was bruised, her back arched high, her legs tense, lifting the equally naked male corpse on top of her slightly.
The male corpse seemed to have committed suicide.
The five fingers of his Right Hand tightly gripped a Dagger adorned with a Golden Oak Leaf Pattern, which had been thrust from the front of his neck all the way to the back, with a piece of the blade protruding.
He was slumped on Lady Aven.
Dried blood extended from his neck to Lady Aven's back, then spread along Lady Aven's bones and skin texture onto the silk velvet surface of the bed.
The two undoubtedly died on the bed.
How terrible!
What a monstrous and sinful act, unforgivable by The Gods!
And it came from the Oakheart Family, which had been passed down for countless years, was highly renowned, and had a pure reputation!
Garlan shifted his gaze, silently.
"Lords," the Royal Guard squad leader said again, "It seems now that the Rebel Army soldier first harbored evil intentions towards Lady Aven, and Ser Oakheart arrived later and killed this person, but was then misled by lust, thus committing such a heinous crime."
"Perhaps, the reason he committed suicide was also because he realized his infinite sins and wanted to repent and atone."
"Hmph, I'm afraid not!" Ser Lyle Crakehall, "The Boar," said with a face full of contempt. "I think he was afraid of falling into our hands and facing a more just and severe punishment, and was overcome with fear, which is why he chose to commit suicide, and still died on... Lady Aven. He got off easy!"
Others also scoffed and sneered, doing their best to show their disdain for such ugliness.
After a long while, Garlan sighed deeply. "Since things have come to this, separate them and bury them immediately. It's best to handle this discreetly."
"That's a bit too simple." Lord Damon Marbrand of Ashemark offered a different opinion. "How do we explain the Death of the Lady Aven? There are so many surrendered soldiers in the city, and even more common folk outside the city, they won't have no reaction to this."
"It's best to announce the truth to avoid more trouble." The Lord of Ashemark said with a serious face.
Announce the truth? What a sinister and vicious method! A surge of anger immediately rose in Garlan's heart, and he was about to refute this unjust act of wiping out the enemy on the spot!
But as he raised his gaze, his eyes met Lord Tywin's cold and sharp ones.
The anger was instantly extinguished by the Lion's gaze.
Garlan looked around again, besides a few personal guards, everyone else was the King's and the Lannister's people, and it was even more so in the Castle.
Old Oak, though he was nominally the Governor in charge, wasn't it still the King's spoils of war?
"Then let's do it that way." Garlan sighed inwardly, resolving not to oppose any more decisions and to calmly give orders and stamp documents. At least, until Lord Tywin led his army away from Old Oak, he would remain humble.
Lord Tywin nodded silently.
The Royal Guard squad leader began directing the soldiers to deal with the unsightly scene. Cleaning up the stains, tidying up the messy items, wrapping the deceased Lady Aven and the other person in black cloth, and moving them out...
"Perhaps there's more to it." Ser Stafford Lannister suddenly spoke.
"Since Lady Aven and her second son committed such a shameful act, were her relationships with her other sons clean?"
How could it come to this! Garlan's face couldn't help but turn red.
"Heh heh," Ser Harys Swyft's smile was full of deep meaning and ambiguous sarcasm. "Whether they are her own sons is still up for debate."
"Enough!" Lord Tywin raised a hand. "Regardless, let's stop here."
No one spoke up in opposition again.
However, Garlan understood that after this incident, such rumors were bound to ferment and spread, causing Old Oak and even the entire Seven Kingdoms to discuss and laugh about it.
The Oakheart family was completely finished.
Ding~
The light screen sent Garlan the latest instructions.
Garlan then said indifferently, "Victory is not the end; justice has just begun.
In my name, Garlan Tyrell, Governor of Old Oak, I hereby strip the Oakheart family of all titles, positions, rights, and wealth.
Escort all criminals to the training ground to await trial. Especially Lord Matus Rowan."
Deep sorrow was hidden in Garlan's eyes. "In the name of the law, I will personally judge the crimes and carry out the executions."
People exchanged glances, not moving.
"You all heard him," Lord Tywin said to the crowd. "Hurry and act."
"Yes, my lord," the people dispersed.
Garlan wasn't ashamed or annoyed. His power hadn't been solidified yet, and these people were still from the Westerlands; it was normal for them not to obey his orders.
But it absolutely couldn't continue like this.
As he slowly walked with Lord Tywin towards the training ground downstairs, Garlan asked as calmly and casually as possible, "Old Oak has been subdued. May I ask when Lord Tywin plans to send troops to clear out the remaining rebel army, so Garlan can prepare logistics for the army early?"
Lord Tywin slightly turned his head and met Garlan's gaze. "Not too late. Only after the trial is successfully concluded."
Robar Royce, Commander of the Royal Guard, added, "And His Majesty's 'Grace'. As long as the thirty thousand surrendered soldiers accept the grace, Old Oak will have no further reversals, and then we can all perform our duties with peace of mind."
Garlan nodded silently.
They walked in silence until they reached the wide training ground, which had been transformed into a court and execution ground.
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