The first letter was to sever ties with Lysa, the second was to declare the Frey Family's rebellion, and the third was a request for aid from Riverrun to the Frey Family.
"Do you understand?" Lord Hoster asked Ser Edmure.
"Yes," Ser Edmure nodded vigorously, carefully putting the letters away.
"Very good, now let my son read them.
The content of these letters must be kept absolutely confidential.
I respect that you are all Knights of the Seven Kingdoms, and I ask you to protect Riverrun and my son," Lord Hoster nodded.
"These were written while I was lucid, without any pretense.
If my mind becomes muddled later, please consider these three letters as definitive."
Everyone nodded, looking at Hoster's mind, which might not be clear for much longer; this was also a form of entrustment.
"Begin, Edmure," Lord Hoster gasped for breath.
"The first letter," Edmure read with a choked voice.
"My young daughter, Lysa Tully, was wayward even in childhood… and as an adult, she further disregarded the etiquette of a noble lady, ruining the family's reputation and disgracing its prestige.
The bond of parent and Child is hereby severed… Family, Duty, Honor.
As her Lord, her Father, I am utterly ashamed.
By the old gods and new gods, I hereby sever my father-daughter relationship with Lysa and banish her forever from House Tully."
In fact, the Lords of The Three Rivers had many grievances regarding Lysa Arryn's refusal to aid the Riverlands.
The North was cold and frozen, and it took a long time to mobilize men and recruit soldiers.
However, as the more powerful and closer vale men, who commanded excellent Vale cavalry, they did not send a single soldier due to Lysa's orders, watching the Riverlands being burned and slaughtered.
This was truly infuriating.
"Lord, if you do this, we will completely offend Lady Lysa.
We also need the support of the Vale now; should we reconsider such an order?" Count Tytos was dumbfounded, feeling that this decisive stance was unlike Lord Hoster.
Anger was one thing, but a father-daughter rift would cause major problems, especially now in a time of chaos, to have such a drama unfold.
"Enough… Lord Tytos, this is my command, my will, not a discussion with you.
If Edmure cannot do these things, then let me be the villain.
My daughter, I understand her better now.
Her tragedy in the past might have been my fault, but now it can only be her own." Lord Hoster roared excitedly, and Count Tytos also fell silent.
Ser Edmure stepped forward, comforting his angry father.
"Call your uncle back, I want to see him."
'Yes.'
Lord Jason and the others then stopped speaking.
This was a matter between the Vale and the Riverlands, and even more so a family matter of House Tully.
Since Lord Hoster was so resolute, it could only mean that Lady Lysa was now completely regarded as a liability.
"Lysa, that Madwoman, damn her." Only Bronze Yohn's face was ashen, thinking of the terrible rumors.
Many Knights of the Vale were angry at Lady Lysa's inaction, as the Vale and the North had traditional marriage alliances.
Now there were many rumors about Lord Jon's sudden death, and about Lysa and Littlefinger's special relationship.
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