CHAPTER 256: LITTLEFINGER’S THUNDEROUS FALL

Several cavalrymen in red armor patrolled the area, their red and yellow banners hanging limp in the still air. By a stream, an elderly nobleman with striking green eyes and a shaved head was busy dismembering a doe. Though his head was bald, his golden beard flowed down his cheeks, lending him a commanding presence. Despite his age, he moved with the vitality of a much younger man.