Chapter 353

GENNA LANNISTER POV

She looked at the army camped below Casterly Rock and snarled in anger and grief.

Three sons. She had sent three of her four sons in the war with with the army led by Ser Devan Lannister.

Two of them died when the Bolton army destroyed that army and the third was now held captive in Riverrun.

The Bolton boy didn't even cared about the prisoners. He just hoisted them all off to the Tulleys who were now asking a high price as the ransom money.

The only reason her fourth son didn't join the war was because he was too young to do so.

She had thought that he would at least remain safe in Casterly Rock for the duration of the war.

She clenched her fists so hard her palms started to bleed.

Now she was not sure how safe her son truly was.

Most of the experienced knights and veteran guards from Casterly Rock had gone with Ser Lucian as he needed all the help he could get to put his army into decent shape.

Now… that army was broken. Ser Lucian and the other commanders dead. And not a single one of those so called veteran returned back to Casterly Rock.

"Casterly Rock has never fallen before. Casterly Rock has never fallen before." She repeated the words to herself like a chant.

'Casterly Rock had never been up against giants, direwolves, wargs and wyverns either' a voice echoed in her mind.

She wanted to blame Tywin and Kevan for this war. Or Cersei and Jamie.

Her brothers might not be willing to believe the 'rumors' about King Joffrey's true parentage but she had been like a mother to both Jamie and Cersei after Joanna's death and she knew what those two did behind closed doors.

She let out a sigh and put those thoughts off her mind.

There was really no point in blaming other people at this point.

She could only hope that the squares and the barely trained boys left in the castle would be able to defend it against the Hungry beast.