Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

He stared for a long time at the ships drifting on the sea in the middle of the night.

Dragonstone Island was built on the top of a mountain. Apart from the castle, there is only a small fishing village left on this island. Now the fishing village at the foot of the mountain has become an enemy military camp.

The war came so suddenly that Davos couldn't even guess where the enemy came from, and why a fleet suddenly approached Dragonstone without receiving any news in advance.

But he saw it clearly. It was a sail of black spears with a golden skull hanging on the military flag. Their military formation was neat and the layout of the military camp was strict, orderly and impeccable.

Faced with a sudden attack, the castle almost fell, and all the remaining fleets on Dragonstone were sunk. On the first night, they almost attacked the castle. Their armor was fully equipped and their arrows and crossbows were powerful.

When they attacked the fleet, Roland Storm immediately suggested that the king evacuate Dragonstone and go to Storm's End, but Stannis did not adopt it.

However, he asked Axel Florent and Roland Storm to leave with the queen and princess to Storm's End Castle.

Salladhor Saan told them that it was the "Golden Company", a famous mercenary group on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

The Golden Company was founded by Aegor Rivers the Coldiron, the legitimized bastard son of King Aegon IV. He sided with Daemon Blackfyre in the Blackfyre Rebellion and fled to Essos with Daemon's sons after their defeat.

"Gold above, cold iron below" was the slogan they shouted when the Golden Group was founded.

Although in Essos they spoke loudly and took pride in their credibility, their motto was "Words are like gold". But after all, they are a group of strangers in exile in Essos. They have been exiled from their homeland since the Black Fire rose up in rebellion. One generation, two generations, three generations, or even four generations.

Their number is more than ten times that of Dragonstone. They only launched a fierce attack on Dragonstone in the first night's surprise attack. After that, the Golden Company chose to siege the city. Except for the queen and others who began to escape, now Dragonstone Already surrounded by the golden group.

King Stannis personally led the battle, forcing back wave after wave of attacks.

Davos still remembered his words: "This is my duty, smuggler. Only now do I understand Robert's intentions. He gave this place to me, not Renly, knowing that this day would come." . But look, Renly and I did some stupid things."

The Onion Knight didn't know if King Robert had guessed that the Golden Company would attack Dragonstone, but he knew that as long as Stannis made up his mind, no one could change it.

"How is the king doing?" the Prime Minister asked the maester.

Palos shook his head silently.

At night, although they blocked the attack of the Golden Company, the king was hit in the chest by a crossbow arrow, which penetrated directly through his blade.

The moment Stannis fell, this place could no longer be defended unless a miracle happened.

"Is it really not possible?" Davos tried to ask again.

Seeing the bachelor continue to be silent, the Onion Knight already knew the answer.

"Father!" Dai Feng rushed into the hall, "The king is awake. He said he wants to see you and Maester Pyros."

The maester and Davos looked at each other, then hurried to the king's room.

His chest was heaving, Stannis had slept enough, his body was thin, and now there was an arrow piercing his chest.

"Smugglers." The king's voice was weak.

"Your Majesty." The Onion Knight knelt on the edge of his bed.

"Help me up." The king turned his body sideways, but the tear of the wound made him groan in pain.

Davos quickly reached out to help him, and at the same time advised, "Your Majesty, you should have a good rest."

The wound started to bleed again after the bachelor used medicine to stop the bleeding, but he still managed to stand up. "Do you think your king should die in bed?"

He raised his feet to get out of bed, and the maester leaned over.

"Your Majesty, you can't move now, it will damage the wound." The bachelor also advised.

"I know I don't have much time. Let me take another look." His face, which was pale due to excessive blood loss, was full of pain.

The maester and Davos held his arms together.

The king pointed in the direction of the hall, and Davos and the maester carried him forward. The king's eyes were half closed, and his body was dragged by them.

"I hate sleeping, smuggler, I've slept long enough." The king's voice was thin.

"We all hate sleep, Your Majesty," the Onion Knight agreed.

He heard the king chuckle weakly, "I know you're lying to me, smuggler, you always tell me the truth, but I don't blame you this time."

Stannis pointed to the window sill, "Take me there."

As they passed through the Tutable Hall, the king glanced sideways.

"Is winter coming?" the king suddenly asked. "It's so cold here."

The sunlight filled the window sill, even making Davos feel a little bit hot.

From the window sill they could see out to sea, now filled with ships and flying golden flags.

"I have always hated the sea water." The king's eyes flickered to the sea. "I saw them take away my parents with my own eyes."

"Bring me a chair, I'm too tired." There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Davon!" Davos called to his son, and the little attendant quickly moved the chair and placed it behind the king.

They put the king down, and he slumped in the chair, his arms hanging limply, and his head resting on the back cushion of the chair.

"Pyros, write it down, write it down on the parchment." The king suddenly urged.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He took out the stylus and paper roll he carried with him.

"In the name of Stannis I of the Baratheon family, I hereby appoint Cole of the Julius family as the regent prince, and Davos of the Seaworth family as the lifelong king's hand and the governor of the narrow sea, the commander-in-chief of the narrow sea." His voice was so soft that it was hard to hear clearly. "Help me. Help me take care of Shireen."

The maester helped him put his handprint on it.

". I never asked for anything. Never asked for anything." His eyes were fixed on the sea, he was too tired.

"Your Majesty." Tears welled up on the face of the Onion Knight.

His god, died.

Davos' tears silently flowed down his face.

Maester Pylos sealed the parchment.

"Maester, please keep this news for the time being." Davos held back his tears and looked at him seriously.

Pylos nodded.

They moved the king back to the room.

A cloud suddenly gathered over Dragonstone, covering the sun and making the weather gloomy.

And this oppressive atmosphere also covered the entire castle.

Nine hundred warriors stared at the densely packed enemies at the foot of the mountain, their eyes full of confusion.

In this despair and helplessness, a message suddenly came from the main castle, "The reinforcements to support them have arrived, and they will break out from the west coast tonight!"

A white shadow whistled and flashed above the cloud.