Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Everyone slowly walked into the castle, walked along the corridor with the simple stone pavement, and soon passed by a garden. The garden is full of flowers, and the colorful flowers sway gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of elegant fragrance, as if they are warmly welcoming every passerby.

At this moment, I saw a woman with a gentle face leading a pair of brothers and sisters to play there.

The two children looked very cute, and there was a sense of cleverness between their brows and eyes.

It was Edmund's son Lucas and daughter Betty who immediately brought their family to Dragonstone after receiving the news that he was marrying Margaery.

The little boy's sharp eyes saw Gavin and the others at once. His eyes lit up immediately and he hurriedly ran over to Gavin. He raised his little head and said expectantly: "Brother Gavin, can you Can't you let me ride a dragon? I really want to know what it feels like to fly on the back of a dragon!"

Gavin looked at the little boy's eager look and couldn't help but smile. He knelt down, gently touched his head, and said gently: "Lucas, of course you can, but not today. Now I I still have things to do. When I have time, I will definitely take you to experience it, okay?”

"You must call your Majesty Lucas." Mrs. Lilith quickly chased after him and admonished the little boy.

"Yes, mother."

Although the little boy was full of disappointment, he still nodded obediently and returned to his mother's side obediently. His little hands tightly held the corners of his mother's clothes, but his eyes were still looking at Gavin reluctantly.

"It's okay, Mrs. Lilith, Lucas is still young." Gavin smiled and waved his hand carelessly.

After hearing this, Lilith hurriedly saluted, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance." Then, she saluted Daenerys, Duke of Mace, Lady Olenna, Margaery and others in turn, showing elegance in her behavior. and decent.

Gavin smiled and said: "Mrs. Lilith, where is uncle? Why haven't you seen him?"

Mrs. Lilith replied: "Emond went hunting in Longshan. He heard that there were a lot of prey in Longshan, and he had long wanted to try his skills. He went out early in the morning, and he was probably enjoying himself right now. "

Gavin nodded slightly and said, "So that's it. Uncle has always liked these things, so he must have gained a lot at this moment."

The two parties exchanged pleasantries with each other, and the harmonious atmosphere seemed to make the garden in the castle more welcoming. Then everyone continued to walk towards the banquet hall in the castle, and there was still laughter and laughter along the way. Continuously.

In the castle of Dragonstone lies the Temple of the Seven Holy Ones, which was built during the Aegon period. For hundreds of years, it has witnessed the devout prayers of countless Long families.

However, since Stannis took control of Dragonstone, repairs to the temple have gradually become indifferent. The entire temple looks dilapidated, and there is not even a monk.

Nowadays, this church has not only been renovated, but also beautifully decorated, with flowers and ribbons complementing each other, and a festive atmosphere permeating every inch of the air. The nobles, dressed in gorgeous costumes, came one after another to witness the grand wedding of Gavin and Margaery.

Bachelor Qyburn stood on the high platform in front of the auditorium. Although he no longer wore the necklace of the school, his black robe still showed his knowledge and status.

He shouted: "Welcome to the Lord of the Narrow Sea, the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria, Lord of Lys, Conqueror of Slaver's Bay, Ruler of Myr, Tyrosh, and Volantis, Gavin Belerys His Majesty’s wedding.” As soon as he finished speaking, warm cheers erupted in the venue.

At the same time, the music sounded melodiously, and the Duke of Metz, dressed in gorgeous clothes, led Margaery, who was wearing a green dress and a rose wreath on her head, slowly into the auditorium. Margaery's beauty is stunning, her face is filled with a happy smile, and her eyes are full of expectation.

The Duke of Metz handed Margery's hand to Gavin and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I hand over my most precious daughter to you. I hope you can treat her well." Gavin leaned forward slightly and took Margery's hand. He held up his hand and responded with a firm look: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will use my life to protect Margaery."

Then, Gavin led Margaery to turn to everyone and loudly announced that Margaery had become his second queen. Amid cheers, the laurel crown representing the queen was gently placed on Margaery's head.

"Long live! Your Majesty! Queen!" shouts resounded throughout the auditorium.

Lady Olenna was smiling, her eyes shining with relief and pride, and she said to the people beside her: "Margaery will definitely become an outstanding queen." Other members of the Tyrell family and nobles also nodded in approval. .

Then, Gavin took Margaery back to the throne and received the blessings of the nobles together with Daenerys.

In the Red Keep of King's Landing, there was a depressing and tense atmosphere in the Royal Conference Hall. King Joffrey blushed, his eyes filled with angry flames. He grabbed the parchment in his hands and tore it hard. The parchment was instantly torn to pieces, and the pieces fell to the ground. , seemed to be trembling under this rage.

Joffrey roared: "Traitors! Traitors! These people are all traitors! I will cut off their heads and hang them on the city wall, so that everyone can see the consequences of betraying me!" After that, he also Angrily, he threw the remaining scraps of paper in his hand to the ground, looking furious, like a cub that was enraged but a little out of control.

Tywin sat aside, expressionless, just glancing coldly at the irritable king, his eyes without any ripples, as if Joffrey's extreme behavior was just a child's unreasonable behavior in his eyes.

Then, he ignored it, tilted his head slightly, and continued to discuss things with his brother Kevan in a low voice. His calm and calm attitude formed a sharp contrast with Joffrey.

Seeing this, Cersei felt distressed, hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Joffrey's hand, tried to calm him down, and whispered: "Don't be like this, Joffrey, we have enough troops, they can't break into King's Landing. Soon, your grandfather will bring you the heads of those usurpers."

But Joffrey didn't listen at all. He swung his arm and swept the red wine glass in front of him to the ground. With a "pop", the glass broke instantly, and the red wine splashed on the ground, like a shocking pool of blood, reflecting his unquenchable anger at the moment.

Obviously, Cersei's comfort did not have any effect, but even so, Joffrey's irritable behavior still did not cause any reaction from Tywin. The "old lion" still talked calmly with Kevan, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, the oppressive atmosphere in the royal meeting hall became more and more intense, as if the air became heavy, making people a little breathless. Kevan frowned, his face full of worry, and he said worriedly: "The food shortage in the city is too serious. So far, there have been more than ten incidents of mobs attacking the capital garrison. If this continues, I am really worried that it will cause a large-scale riot. By then, the situation will be completely out of control."

Hearing this, Tywin was silent for a long time, his deep eyes were like two deep pools, making it difficult to understand his thoughts at the moment. Then, he slowly asked, "How long can the army's food last?"

Kevon sighed helplessly, his voice full of powerlessness and frustration, and responded, "The army's food can only last for half a month at most. Even with the support of the royal nobles, it can't even feed half of the army."

After hearing this, the old lion did not reply immediately, but stretched out his fingers and tapped the table gently, again and again. The "dong dong" sound was particularly clear in the silent conference hall, as if every tap was hitting everyone's tense nerves. Obviously, he had fallen into deep thought.

Kevan paused, and then continued: "Should we consider evacuating King's Landing? Otherwise, the existing food reserves are not enough for the army to return to the West."

Tywin listened, shook his head slowly, and said softly but with an unquestionable tone: "Don't worry, we can replenish food from the villages in the riverlands along the way, so we won't be in such a desperate situation."

After hearing this, Kevan stopped talking, but his brows were still furrowed. It can be seen that he still has doubts about this response in his heart, but it is not good to say more at this moment.

Varys, who participated in the meeting, kept his head down as much as possible, trying to reduce his presence. The parchment that angered the king was presented by him.

After all, there are many nobles who secretly went to Dragonstone Island, and it is impossible to hide it. As the chief intelligence officer, he must inform the royal meeting.

At this moment, he fell into unprecedented fear, feeling that everything was like a wild horse that had broken free, completely beyond his control.

Illyrio's disappearance, the destruction of the Golden Group, and the death of little Aegon, this series of news like a heavy bomb, made him at a loss for a moment. He seemed to be in a vast fog, and he was deeply confused about what to do next.

In this suffocating silence, Joffrey suddenly shouted: "My grandfather, the Hand of the King, Lord Tywin. What do you think of these usurpers?" The voice echoed in the conference hall, revealing a bit of urgency and questioning, and finally at this moment, it successfully aroused Tywin's response.

Tywin raised his eyes, looked at Joffrey calmly, and said slowly: "The usurpers you are referring to are those who went to Dragonstone and knelt down to Daenerys." Although the words were plain, they seemed to carry an invisible force, which instantly focused everyone's attention and waited for his next words.

"What else? My Lord Prime Minister, will you allow those rebels to betray me openly?" Joffrey's eyes widened, veins on his neck bulged, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice full of anger and unwillingness, like an enraged beast that could devour anyone at any time.

"Your Majesty, those people are endless, unless we kill Gavin and Daenerys. If we deal with them rashly, it will cause a backlash from the nobles of the royal domain, and the situation will be even more serious, and it is very likely that we will lose the support of the nobles of the royal domain." Tywin frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. Although he was very reluctant to pay attention to Joffrey's impulsive questioning, he still patiently explained it, his voice was low and steady, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

"I am the king, I don't need support. Is this the Prime Minister's advice? Be a coward, a turtle." Joffrey raised a mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said mercilessly, the words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Tywin.

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard this, and many of them subconsciously took a breath of cold air. The already heavy and depressing atmosphere was now like the dead silence before a storm, so depressing that it was almost impossible to breathe.

When Tywin heard this, his eyes instantly turned cold as a knife, staring at Joffrey, and that look seemed to penetrate his soul. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Your Majesty, a real king will not shout that he is the king."

Then he looked at Cersei and said: "Your Majesty is tired, send him down to rest." The tone was terribly calm, but it made people clearly know that he was angry.

Seeing this, Cersei's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to grab Joffrey and dragged him out of the hall. Joffrey was being dragged away, and he kept cursing, all kinds of dirty words poured out of his mouth, but Cersei seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, just holding him tightly, step by step, firmly away from the increasingly dangerous Royal Council Hall.

As Joffrey's angry shouts gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, the solemn atmosphere in the Royal Council Hall still enveloped everyone like a haze. Tywin slowly turned around and looked at Kevan beside him. His eyes were cold and resolute. He said in a low and powerful voice: "Get ready. We will leave King's Landing within five days." Although the voice was not loud, it echoed in the silent space, like an unquestionable order, which made Kevan nod slightly.

Kevan knew the severity of the situation at the moment. Without any hesitation or doubt, he immediately responded: "Yes, I will arrange everything right away. Try to leave as soon as possible." He frowned slightly, his expression serious, and his mind was already quickly thinking about the details and steps of the various preparatory work.