Lannesport, the largest city in the Westerlands, and also the largest trading city. Many goods from Lord Horst Tully's Riverlands are imported through Lannesport. Much of the goods sold are also loaded onto ships at Lannesport.
The three major thoroughfares of the Westerlands—the River Road, the Gold Road, and the Coastal Road—converge at Lannisport, then merge into one, leading north to Casterly Rock, the capital of the Westerlands. Therefore, the road emerging from the lion's mouth at the gates of Casterly Rock is exceptionally wide, several times wider than the other roads, allowing dozens of horses to ride abreast—a small marvel indeed.
The Clegane Territory is very close to Lannnesport.
After Tywin Lannister granted Gregor Clegane a new territory, Gregor's territory became a long, narrow triangle, bordered by the Golden Road at the back and the Sea Road in the front, making it extremely convenient to travel to Lannisport to buy or sell anything.
Odd Lannister is the Lord of Lannisport, an Earl, and a branch of House Lannister of Casterly Rock. He has a daughter named Rosamund Lannister, who bears a striking resemblance to Cersei's daughter Myrcella Baratheon; those unaware of their past might mistake the two sisters for twins.
Odd Lannister's hair was yellowish, unlike the golden hair of the Lannisters of Casterly Rock, and it wasn't naturally curly; it was straight, which also distinguished him from the main Lannister bloodline. However, his only daughter, Rosamund Lannister, inherited everything about the Lannisters—her hair color, eye color, and even the curl of her hair were exactly the same as the Lannisters of Casterly Rock.
Rosamund Lannister was born in Aegon 290, the same year as Myrcella Lannister, and is eight years old this year.
At dawn, the innocent and lovely Rosamund swung on the swings, chased butterflies, sang and danced in the garden, tossing white pebbles into the garden stream. Gardeners were trimming the lawn and branches, and Rosamund was like a little, beautiful elf,'stirring up trouble' in the huge garden. Suddenly, she let out a scream, and when the servants rushed over in a panic, they saw a humanoid behemoth appear in the garden: Gregor Clegane.
Rosa was in Gregor Clegane's arms.
The servants all stopped, their hearts pounding, and no one dared to utter a sound. The maids had already covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide with shock. They were all terrified.
Gregor was dressed in a well-tailored, noble aristocratic robe; his steel armor was gone, as were his imposing, massive, flat-topped helmet and his fearsome two-handed greatsword. He faced Rosamund with a gentle demeanor and soft gaze, yet even so, he still intimidated his servants.
A servant secretly slipped away and hurried to report to the Earl.
"Rosamund, will you be my adopted daughter?" Gregor lowered his voice.
But his voice was still as loud as a normal person's, and it echoed loudly.
Rosamund remained silent, her large, bright eyes fixed on Gregor. Gregor's smile was friendly, but her fear was still evident.
"Are you afraid of me?" Gregor pulled out some candy from his pocket.
However, the little girl forcefully put her hands behind her back, indicating no.
"I'm a big bad guy, aren't I? You must be thinking to yourself that I'm a big bad guy," Gregor smiled.
It seemed the Mountain wouldn't do anything terrible right away, and the servants secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But still, no one dared to go forward to ask for Rosamund back; the damned guards had vanished somewhere, and the servants could only wait helplessly for the Earl to come in person.
Gregor placed the candy into Rosamund's small, flower-embroidered pocket on her chest: "Rosamund, is your father here?"
Rosamund nodded, the fear in her large eyes fading somewhat.
"Okay, let's go find him. Can you give me directions?" Gregor's smile wasn't exactly cute, but at least it wasn't menacing.
Rosamund nodded again.
Gregor had barely taken his first step when a flurry of footsteps came from both the front of the garden and the main gate of the castle.
Two teams of guards appeared simultaneously from both the front and the back.
The captain of the guard was named Gna Lanny.
The surnames Lannister, Lannister, and Lantel are all branches of the Lannister family, and most of them are distant relatives.
Grenadier Lannister was clearly a head of completely blond hair, a common feature among Lannister distant relatives.
Gregor only glanced at Gna Lanny, and Gna Lanny stopped abruptly in his tracks.
The two groups of guards stopped at the same time, each with their hands on their sword hilts, yet fear was evident in their eyes.
Throughout the entire Westerlands, besides the garrison of Casterly Rock, the garrison of Lannisport is the strongest and most well-trained. Even the Goldcloaks of King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, and the oldest garrison in Oldtown, cannot compare to the Lannisport garrison. The strength of the Lannisport garrison is largely due to the nearby Iron Islands. The Ironborn of the Iron Islands have repeatedly and openly raided Lannisport, attacking the port and plundering goods at any time, forcing Lannisport to establish a powerful naval fleet and an equally formidable city garrison.
Count Oder's guard was the elite of the city's garrison, but in Gregor's eyes, these soldiers, feared by the Ironborn and renowned centurions of the Seven Kingdoms, were utterly insignificant.
"Lord Gregor…" Garnard began, his eyes fixed on Rosamund Lannister, revealing barely suppressed anxiety.
Gregor interrupted Grenard: "Lead the way, I need to see Count Oder."
Genna glanced at Rosamund again, and the little girl turned her head and said pitifully, "Uncle Genna, hug me."
"Lead the way." Gregor didn't give Gna Lannny a friendly look.
"Yes, sir." Genna dared not use force.
Gna's bronze face was hard, and he was clearly a very strong man. However, compared to Gregor, he was like a small hill meeting a peak in a real mountain, and his aura and strength were completely insignificant.
Grena led the way, his expression respectful.
Gregor's gaze softened immediately as he looked at Rosamund, filled with affection, but the little girl didn't appreciate it at all. However, he was thick-skinned enough not to feel embarrassed in the slightest.
"Lord Gregor!" Count Oder's cheerful voice rang out from afar. He strode out, followed closely by a grey-robed maester named Bancroft.
"Count Od!" Gregor replied without smiling.
His expression could switch effortlessly between gentle kindness and cold cruelty.
"Rosamund, get down," Earl Ode scolded his beloved daughter. "How dare you act so coquettishly in front of Sir Gregor! Sir Gregor is a distinguished guest. Maester Bancroft, take Rosamund to the Maester's Tower; it's time for morning lessons."
"Yes, sir," the scholar replied.
Maester Bancroft approached Gregor: "Sir, please give me Miss Rosamund; she has to attend her morning classes."
Gregor gently handed Rosamund to Maester Bancroft and gave her a soft, friendly smile, but Rosamund snorted and turned her head away.
With her father and grandfather, a scholar, by her side, the little girl became much bolder.
Gregor laughed heartily.
Count Oder, without revealing his true feelings, and in a reasonable manner, "reclaimed" Rosamund from Gregor's hands.
"Lord Gregor, please have a seat in the dining room. You are a distinguished guest, and it is a rare occasion for you to visit me. You must have a good drink with me today." Earl Odd smiled amiably. "Yesterday I received Lord Tywin's raven. In ten days, the sergeant will be marrying Miss Jenny Westerling in Casterly Rock. Congratulations."
Gregor did not decline, but said, "Sir, give me a stool, I'll just sit by the gate."
Count Oder was completely baffled, but he couldn't disobey. Gregor was highly regarded by Tywin, and it was said that the vicious dog had been acting strangely for a long time because he drank poppy milk. But his daughter was safe, and he only needed to be careful.
"Bring them here!" Count Auder ordered. Since Gregor was only willing to sit at the gate, then they would keep him company. "Bring all the fruits, wine, meat, snacks, long tables and benches, Qingting Island wine, chopsticks and cups to the gate."
"Yes, sir!" the servants replied in unison.
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