Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"What do you mean missing?"

Duke of Metz shouted angrily, but then he realized that his voice was too loud, and quickly lowered the volume, "Have you searched all over the city?"

"I've searched for everything." Garlan Tyrell lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look into his father's eyes. "I haven't seen any trace of my sister."

"Where else can she go!"

Garland was silent for a moment, hesitantly said: "Father, maybe my sister didn't want to marry the king, so she hid on purpose..."

"But I have already agreed to this marriage!" Duke Metz was sweating anxiously, "Why is she like this! She was not like this before! She has always been very well-behaved and sensible! Did someone bewitch her! Who the hell is it? bard? Huh?"

"But who do you want her to marry?" Garland felt wronged for his sister.

"I asked her to marry the king!" Duke Metz said angrily, "Hasn't it always been her dream to be a queen!"

"That's not every king is worthy of Margaery."

"There is only one king!" Duke of Metz pushed his son, "Quick! You can go find it again..."

"Lord Mace." Queen Cersei came over, "What's the matter?"

"it's okay no problem……"

"Where's Margaery? Why hasn't she arrived yet?"

"she……"

Cersei seemed to understand something, and hummed softly:

"Why? She still doesn't want to marry my son?"

"No, of course not!" Duke Mace quickly explained, "She just got lost..."

"Okay, Mace!" Cersei flicked her long sleeves, "Do you think I'm a fool? Since your daughter doesn't want to marry, the engagement should be cancelled. My son can't find a queen yet!"

After speaking, he walked away.

On the other side, Samwell came to the seat area of ​​the river bend nobles.

He was seated next to his uncle, Ser Alekan Florent.

After sitting down, the waiter stepped forward to fill the glass in front of him with the golden wine of Qingting Island.

"How is your injury, Sam?" Sir Allerken asked.

"It's all right, uncle." Samwell smiled slightly.

Sir Allerken sighed. "I am really sorry about Dickon."

"I know, uncle, it's not your fault." Samwell glanced at the king on the high platform, his eyes flickering.

"Ah—" Sir Allerken sighed again, "I'm afraid your father will break his heart this time. Sam, have you ever thought of changing back to Tully's surname? I'm sure Randall will agree. In this way, you can also inherit Horn Hill in the future."

Samwell shook his head: "It's not like my father has no heirs."

Lord Randyll Tarly did have three daughters.

"Based on what I know about Randall, he will not agree to let your sister inherit Hornhill."

Indeed, Landao couldn't even tolerate a fat and cowardly son back then, so how could he accept a woman inheriting Horn Hill.

The women's battlefield is on the delivery bed. This is Lord Randyll's attitude towards women.

"Father and mother are still young, maybe they can have children." Samwell really has no interest in going back to Horn Hill to be Earl Randall's heir.

He finally built a foundation outside, why should he go back and be someone else's son.

Could it be that he wants to learn from King Qin in the future, and fight hard in all directions but only push his old father to the Iron Throne?

Aleken frowned slightly. He didn't expect Samwell to be unwilling to return to Horn Hill. Originally, he planned to let Sam marry his daughter instead of his younger brother.

It may be that the young people are in a bad mood and can't turn the corner for a while. Aleken thought. Later he will understand.

The two fell silent.

Samwell picked up the wine glass and sipped the wine while observing the situation in the venue.

At this banquet, the nobles of the northern border also came. However, the king must have deliberately punished them for not obeying orders, and arranged their positions at the outermost edge. Even Ed Stark, the majestic Duke of the northern border, would Sitting so far away, it is estimated that even the king's voice could not be heard clearly.

Of course, the northern nobles might quite like this arrangement, anyway, they don't bother to look at the king's face. If it wasn't for Duke Ed's request this time, most of the northern nobles would probably not plan to attend the banquet.

Duke Ed sat quietly in his seat without saying a word, but secretly exchanged a tacit look with Samwell midway.

When the time was almost up, an archbishop accompanying the army came to the stage and led everyone to pray.

After the prayers were over, King Joffrey was impatient to announce the feast began:

"Everyone, in order to celebrate this great conquest, let us raise our glasses together!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Everyone responded, but their voices were sparse, and anyone could hear the reluctance inside.

Except Joffrey.

The king is still having fun there.

Thousands of cups slammed at the same time, announcing the official start of the banquet.

However, Joffrey did not take his seat, but continued with his wine glass:

"Today, I have to announce one more thing. In order to punish the Dornish people for breaking their promises, I have decided to massacre the city starting tomorrow!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the venue.

Sir Barristan immediately stood up to stop him: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is not a good idea. The Dornishmen have always been rebellious. If you slaughter Tianji City, every city that follows will desperately resist..."

"Then kill them until they dare not resist!" Joffrey said arrogantly.

Barristan would not give an inch:

"Sorry, Your Majesty, you have no right to issue such an order. Sir Ed is the commander of this army."

The king was angry, he drew his sword suddenly, waved it and roared:

"I said, massacre the city! This is an order! The king's order!"

"Then you have to kill me first." Barristan said in a flat and decisive tone.

"Okay." Queen Mother Cersei quickly grabbed her son who seemed to be about to run away again. She still knew the severity. If Joffrey killed the captain of the Kingsguard, it is estimated that tomorrow the Seven Kingdoms will call her son the mad king. Second generation,

"This is the king's banquet, not a military meeting. We can discuss this matter later."

"Yes! Let the food be served, Your Majesty, everyone is hungry." James Lannister helped to smooth things over.

Joffrey then reluctantly died down.

The banquet finally officially started.

The maids began to deliver a series of feasts.

A bard stepped forward, brushed his fingers over the strings of a harp, and began to chant.

The song is called "The Conquest of King Joffrey".

From this point of view, he is a guy who can flatter, no wonder he was arranged to perform first.

Samwell listened with great interest while observing the expressions of the nobles.

Although everyone smiled and listened politely on the surface, if you observe carefully, you can easily find sarcasm, disdain, and even anger in their eyes.

Joffrey's coquettish operation in the war has obviously angered these military nobles. After all, it's their soldiers who died and their blood was shed, so it's okay for Joffrey to sit there and help , and shamelessly took all the credit for himself.

Do you really think that the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are the dogs of the Baratheon family?

When this song was over, the bard changed to "The Rainy Season of Castamere", which was composed by Duke Tywin Lannister after he slaughtered the vassals of the Western Territory who did not obey orders. To flatter House Lannister.

After that, the bard changed to "Golden Rose", which is a tribute to the Tyrell family.

But as soon as the song started, Cersei stopped the bard and asked him to change it.

Samwell immediately understood that the marriage between the two families had completely failed.

The bard replaced it with "The Maiden, the Madonna and the Crone" to please the church.

After the song ended, a clown in colorful costumes came up and performed various juggling.

Breathe fire, throw fruit, turn into a pigeon...

At the beginning, everyone watched happily, but when the clown performed the show of dueling with the puppet, the laughter on the field suddenly faded away.

Because the puppet used by the clown as the target of the "duel" is exactly the appearance of the "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn, and more importantly, the puppet is supported by a skeleton!

Needless to say, this is probably the remains of Oberyn Martell!

Although the Red Venomous Snake is an enemy and deserves to die, it is one thing to kill on the battlefield, but another to humiliate the opponent's remains after the battle.

This matter was done too disrespectfully.

Besides, it's the king's name-day feast.

Even the nobles in the valley, who wished to skin the red viper and cramped, frowned when they saw this scene.

The venue gradually quieted down, and Joffrey's smirk became abrupt and harsh.

"Hahahahahaha...why don't you guys laugh anymore? Hahahahahaha! Red Viper, die well! Damn it!"

Joffrey laughed for a while, but found that there was no response at all, and finally pouted his lips boredly, and restrained his smile.

He took a sip of wine, seemed to think of something, and asked:

"The one who killed the Red Viper was Baron Caesar of Yingzui Island, right?"

Hearing the call, Samwell put down his wine glass, stood up and left the table to salute, saying:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Very good!" Joffrey said with a smile, "Baron Caesar, I want to reward you for your achievements. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Your Majesty, it is my honor and my responsibility to fight for you. So I dare not ask for any extravagant rewards. However, with your permission, I would like to make a small request."

"you say."

Samwell had an extremely bright smile on his face: "I would like to ask you to allow Duke Eddard Stark to come to the stage. He has a gift for you."

"Ed Stark." Joffrey snorted softly, a little unhappy, "Didn't he say he would no longer obey my orders? What? Now you want to ask for my forgiveness?"

Samwell said sincerely: "Yes, Your Majesty. Lord Ed has brought his most sincere apology, and I hope you can give him a chance."

Joffrey immediately showed a smug smile, but deliberately put on a reserved look:

"Okay, let him come up. I'll see what the gift is, and then decide whether to forgive him or not."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Samwell turned his head and winked at Duke Ed.

Duke Ed slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards the front desk of the venue.

In his hand, he was holding a heavy tome book.

All the nobles looked at the guardian of the northern border with curious and puzzled eyes.

"His Majesty."

Duke Ed stood under the stage and saluted the king respectfully.

Joffrey looked sideways at Duke Eddard, snorted softly, and said coldly:

"Ed Stark, what gift did you prepare for me? Couldn't it be a book? I hate books the most, and I can't forgive you for that."

"No, Your Majesty, my gift is not a book, but an interesting piece of history. I want to share it with you and all the nobles here."

"History is also interesting?" Joffrey changed his sitting position impatiently, waved his hands reluctantly, and said, "Okay, tell me, if it's not as interesting as you said, I'll punish you Be my waiter today!"

After speaking, he burst out laughing.

Duke Ed did not laugh. He waited patiently for the king to calm down before he lifted up the book in his hand and showed it to everyone:

"Everyone, this book "The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" was written by the grand scholar Melion during the time of King Mekar I. There are some interesting contents in it, and I would like to share with you here."

With that said, Duke Ed opened the book, and soon found a marked page, reading:

"In the 207th year of the Conquest, Miss Tia of the Lannister family married Sir Gwen of the Baratheon family. In the following year, they gave birth to their only boy, who was big, good eater, with black hair, and lived for three months. Unfortunately, he died young."

Joffrey yelled, "What's the fun of it? Eddard Stark, you pour me the drink yourself."

As he spoke, he slapped the golden cup in front of him on the table, making a bang.

Duke Ed ignored him and continued to flip through the book:

"In the 179th year of the Conquest, Miss Rhianna of the Baratheon family married Sir Ilion of the Lannister family. Within seven years, Miss Rhianna gave birth to three daughters and a son, all with black hair."

Joffrey grew impatient and raised his voice: "What the hell is this. Eddard Stark..."

But before he finished speaking, Queen Cersei stood up abruptly, her face visibly pale.

She finally realized something was wrong, and screamed:

"Enough! Eddard Stark! I command you to shut up!"

This movement startled everyone present, they did not expect the Queen Mother to lose her composure in such a way.

But also because of this, everyone immediately realized that Duke Ed's seemingly inexplicable behavior might be hiding something deep!

Duke Eddard glanced at Cersei, the light in his eyes was as cold as the ice and snow in the north.

Of course he will not shut up, and continue to flip through the book decisively:

"In the 146th year of the Conquest, the Lannister family..."

"Shut up!" Cersei yelled wildly. "Jaime! Shut him up! Shut him up!"