Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

His arms were shaking a little, and the stormy waves were already rolling in his heart.

Grandpa Eamonn's handwriting and the letter are all an old man's sincere teaching and love for his descendants.

"This letter?" he whispered.

"Letter from the Citadel. Generally, the Citadel will send letters to all parts of the Seven Kingdoms in this form. You can turn the letter over and there will be the towering ancient tower of the Hightower family on the back." The prince seemed to know this kind of letter very well. .

Cole thought of the letter that Grandpa Aemon gave him on the Great Wall. He had said that he had left a gift for himself in Oldtown, and this letter was obviously different from that letter of introduction.

On the cold winter night, they left the Great Wall together to accompany each other.

His purple-blue eyes were full of complex colors, "I always thought that I was a lucky orphan who was saved from the ice and snow by the kind-hearted night watchmen."

He smiled bitterly, looking a little sad, "Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen, and the Lannister killed."

There was a long pause in the middle of his sentence.

"Boy, a letter doesn't mean anything."

What can a letter from Varys mean?

Cole has been with Maester Aemon for so many years, so he naturally recognizes his handwriting, and the letter mentioned many things about his childhood, so he already believed it in his heart, but this Westeros version of the civet-cat exchange Prince, this is so bizarre.

But the hatching of Caesar and Balerion seems to have explained something.

He is the son of Rhaegar and the prince of the Dragon family - Aegon Targaryen.

He is also the nephew of Daenerys Targaryen.

Maybe even Jon Snow's half-brother.

He put the letter back into the envelope and a smile appeared on his face, "You are right, Your Excellency. A letter means nothing."

Cole's mood has already changed unconsciously, Aegon Targaryen? If he had known his identity when he was young, or if he had known it when his memory had just awakened, he would probably have considered it his duty to revive the Targaryen dynasty.

He never considered himself a wise man, or a brave man, or even a noble man.

Cole thought of Little Griffin, Viserys, and Jon Snow, and then compared himself.

Only then did he realize how lucky and blessed he was. No one had placed heavy responsibilities on his shoulders since he was a child. Maester Aemon allowed him to indulge his natural instincts, and Commander-in-Chief Kogel only hoped that he would be fatter.

I don’t know whether I am a cloth dragon or a real dragon.

"You don't seem surprised," asked the prince.

"So, Prince, do you want me to be angry, or do you want me to be ecstatic?" He slowly closed the envelope, then walked to the lamp, melted the sealing wax, and resealed the letter. "Whether I'm Aegon Targaryen or not, it doesn't change anything."

"That chair in the Red Keep is stupid."

Cole shook his head slightly, "When Aegon the Conqueror used a sharp sword to forge the Iron Throne, he hoped that the person sitting on it would not be too comfortable, and the chair Aegon the Conqueror used to rule the Seven Kingdoms was not that chair, but a dragon. "

Martell sarcastically said, "The dragons cannot conquer Dorne, and besides, they are extinct and cannot help you."

"Who knows?" Cole tilted his head and immediately sat at the table next to him. "So it's not just you who has read this letter, Varys also knows about it."

"I can send you to Dorne first, just in time to show Doran what I brought back to him." Oberon said.

"His Royal Highness, do you think I am Aegon?"

The prince knew that he was asking questions knowingly. "Boy, I knew you were Dornish from the first moment I saw you."

He did ask that when they first met.

At this time, Cole seemed to understand who was causing the riot. I think Lannister should know it.

"Your Highness, the dwarf is asking for an audience below." The Dornish guard asked at the door.

Here comes the Lannister, as soon as he thinks of it, the Lannister arrives.

"Bring the woman in first," the prince said to the guard. "Tell the Lannister dwarf that the prince is doing business."

Soon several prostitutes were called into the room.

When Tyrion came in, it was already an hour later. He stepped onto the threshold of the pavilion and saw the Prince of Dorne hugging a smooth blonde girl.

"Dwarf, do you know the consequences of disturbing the prince?" The red viper seemed to be spitting out a threatening message.

"No intention to disturb, sir. I just heard that you seemed to be injured, but I felt relieved after seeing you." Tyrion said cautiously.

"Would Lannister be so kind?" The prince's eyes seemed to be examining him, "A little injury, those guys who shot arrows were all trampled to pieces by my horse."

He was half lying down, with the prostitute's body covering him from the neck down. The little devil saw the woman looking at him with interest.

The golden robe told Tyrion that he had not left anyone alive, and at least hundreds of civilians died on the scene, including several implicated merchants and blacksmiths.

"You are so brave." Tyrion praised.

The prince just smiled coldly.

There was a trickle of sweat on Tyrion's forehead.

"Tyrion?" Cole's figure came from another room.

Okay, now he has to face two people at the same time, although he has already imagined it in his heart.

Lord Tywin appointed him as Minister of Foreign Affairs, responsible for appeasing these friends and enemies, but the little devil knew that they all came with a purpose.

Martel demanded his justice, while Cole demanded the Stormlands.

"Cole." The little devil nodded at him.

"What? You just got married and you're in a brothel?" He had a smile on his face, and seemed to have no intention of blaming or questioning.

"As the host, I should do my part as a host." The little devil grinned.

"Oh? Does that mean that Lannister has regarded himself as the master of King's Landing?" asked the Prince of Dorne.

"The master of King's Landing has always been the king, but now the Prime Minister will act for him until he comes of age."

"So when will the Hand of the King fulfill his promise?"

Tyrion knew he would ask this.

"My Lord, you also know that the king's wedding is in these few days. Maybe after the wedding, my father will have time to uphold justice for you."

"I hope so."

They didn't mention the riots at all. From their conversation, it seems that the relationship between Prince Dorne and Cole seems to be very good.

Tyrion carefully dealt with it in the middle.

Prince Dorne introduced various interesting things about Dorne to Cole, and he showed great interest.

After Lannister left, he didn't seem to plan to stay here overnight.

"What is your Excellency going to do?" Cole asked him.

Oberyn Martell looked at him and said, "You should call me uncle."