Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"Have we met before?" The prince stared at his face.

Cole nodded, "We met on Silk Street."

"Inside this dunghill, that's a good place."

They sat in the front hall of the courtyard.

"Are you a Dornishman?" Oberyn asked him as soon as he sat down.

Cole shook his head. He remembered that Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, had asked him the same question.

"I grew up in the North."

"A silver-haired northerner." He looked at Cole with a fake smile.

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "I have always had black hair since I can remember, until something strange happened."

"Oh? I'm curious about what happened?" He kept comparing something in his mind.

"That's too absurd. I don't think you want to know, Your Highness."

"I have traveled around the nine free trade cities and have seen many absurd things. Wizards and sorcerers have potions that change hair color. I have also seen many people with silver hair. They are all descendants of Valyrians."

Yes, his silver hair is also Valyrian, and it may even be the blood of the Targaryen family, but I don't know how far away from the main line.

Cole also speculated that it might be Caesar who aroused his Valyrian bloodline and turned his hair from black to silver.

Of course, it may also be that Maester Aemon used some potion.

"No, I take back what I said just now. I should call you a Dornishman with silver hair." When Oberyn changed the color of his silver hair, at least half of the traces on his face were the resolute salt man.

"You are joking, Your Highness." He himself had not seen many Dornishmen, so he could not make a comparison, and he did not care what race he was, whether it was Valyrian or Rhoynar.

"Your Excellency, are you here for the wedding?"

"For justice." He replied, for justice for his sister Elia and the two children. "Lord Lannister promised to uphold justice."

"In terms of strict laws and justice, I think it would be better to let His Majesty Stannis preside over it." Cole did not forget to mention his own king. He knew that the alliance between Dorne and Lannister was not solid.

"He can't judge the real murderer now."

"Can a lion do that?"

Oberyn chuckled, "You are very interesting. Dornish people never expect to get justice from others. We only believe in the spears in our hands. I heard that you are good at martial arts, but I don't know how good you are with the spear?"

"Your Excellency the Prince has come here. Are you going to compete with me in martial arts?"

"I just heard that there is an interesting person in King's Landing." The prince answered him.

"In order to prepare for the wedding, many interesting people have gathered in King's Landing, including jesters, clowns, singers and craftsmen. Dragonstone is much more monotonous. There are only soldiers and fishermen there. His Majesty Stannis even prohibits prostitution." Cole diverted the topic.

"Oh, that's too boring."

"War is always boring, my Lord. Recently, there have been frequent wars and the situation has changed. Soon the storm will cover the continent of Westeros again."

"You don't have to scare me, kid. I know those guys across the narrow sea. Speaking of which, that girl can be regarded as my relative." A smile appeared on his face.

Cole seemed to understand what he meant on his face and what he meant.

The Martells could have supported Daenerys Targaryen to sit on the Iron Throne, and then the Dragon Queen would certainly seek justice for Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia of Dorne.

Then why did you come to King's Landing? Did you want to hear Lannister say that they were the masterminds behind the scenes?

"I hope you get the justice you want, Your Highness."

"I wish you the best."

The two of them exchanged some polite gossip.

After the prince got up and left, Cole's expression became solemn.

Dorne actually intended to turn to the Dragon Queen. There were eyes and ears everywhere in the Red Castle. I don't know if he was talking to Cole or to someone else.

So what was the point of his visit? Did he want Dragonstone to join forces with them, but who would sit on the Iron Throne at that time? Stannis? Or the Dragon Queen?

Cole did intend to form an alliance with Dorne, which is why he frequently mentioned Stannis and justice. He hoped to use Stannis's reputation for strictness to tell Oberon that as long as they supported Stannis, the justice they sought could be achieved.

In fact, the best time to form an alliance was before the Battle of the Blackwater. When Cole was about to meet Stannis, he wanted to advise him to form an alliance with "Stark" in the north and "Dorn" in the south, and then send troops together.

Now Dorne obviously has a better choice.

And the alliance between the North and them is probably now cracked. After all, Cole attended the wedding of Tyrion and Sansa, which was not recognized by the Stark family.

So, he felt that he had made a stupid move, but now he had to take this step, after all, the current crisis would affect them first.

It was a helpless move. The alliance with the Lannisters was destined to be just mutual use.

Cole touched his face, drew out the sword and looked at it, and vaguely looked at the figure reflected in the sword.

Dornishman? Are they similar?

Oberyn had come to visit Cole with a purpose. In this castle, he could tell who was an enemy and who was a friend.

But after seeing this child, he suddenly changed his mind.

The child brought a sense of intimacy to Oberyn, which made him feel extremely subtle.

He had thought of supporting the child named ‘Viserys’ of Mad King Aerys to let Targaryen return to the Iron Throne. He even went to Braavos in person and signed a contract with William Darry.

They agreed that when Viserys came back to fight for the Iron Throne, Dorne would raise an army for him, and he would marry Dorne’s princess Arianne Martell as queen.

Now this contract has become a waste paper, William Darry has entered the eternal night, and Viserys is said to have been killed by the horse king.

The only girl left is ‘Daenerys’, who was traded to the horse king of Dothraki and gave birth to a son for the horse king, and they are twins.

Oberyn found that Ellaria was looking at him frequently, and they had been honest with each other for many years.

“What are you looking at?”

“Looking at you.” Ellaria answered him. “He gives me a familiar feeling.”

Oberyn knew who she was talking about.

"Then I found the answer from your face." Lady Ellaria smiled. "You look at least half alike."

A silver-haired Dornishman, a silver-haired Martell.

Oberyn's heart suddenly shook.