Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 105 Reaction of the Parties
There was a flash of lightning, lighting up the entire pavilion, followed by a thunderstorm, which repeated itself and rumbled in the tower.The statues of long pterodactyls, hellhounds, and gargoyles seemed to come to life, their eyes glowing and their expressions mocking his failure.

Stannis sat silently in the drawing table hall, listening to the thunder echoing from the Stone Drum Tower.This annoying weather, the rain outside the window sill, is like a hole in the sky, and it will never end.

He hated thunderstorms, it always reminded him of the storm when his parents were on the boat.

"Davan! Davan? Damn squire." He cursed, forgetting that the kid had just lost his father and four older brothers.

The little attendant with red eyes came late, he opened the door and pleaded guilty, but the king just complained because he was depressed, and just cursed a few words verbally.

What he lost was not much less than this kid. His hair was gray and his face was old. He was only in his 30s, but he looked like an old man about to enter the grave.It seems that Robert and Renly are just a few steps ahead of him. Soon they will meet in the Seven Hells, Stannis thought. He doesn't believe in the Seven Gods. Renly and Robert would not fare much better.

And Joffrey, Tywin, Cersei. They're all going to hell, all of them.

The servant knelt tremblingly at the door, but he heard the king say, "Go and see if Melisandre is awake."

When the attendant walked out of the hall, he tapped his fingers on the table, staring at the map of Westeros in the hall, wondering what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty the King?" Shortly after the attendants left, someone walked into the drawing table hall.

The King of Narrow Sea, who was wrapped in bandages, raised his forehead and saw his bachelor Pylos outside the door. This bachelor always worked in silence. Compared with those guys who chattered all day, Shi Tanis liked his character even more.

As he expected, this group of vassals and lords are as capricious as drinking a glass of wine.They just dreamed of their own rights and honors, and this time he would never forgive them.

"What can you do, maester?" the king asked him.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you haven't closed your eyes for two days, which is not conducive to the healing of the injury." The bachelor first cared about Stannis' physical condition, and he was the one who tied those bandages for the king.

It was a very shallow wound, but it couldn't heal anyway, and finally he sewed the wound shut with needles and threads.

Obviously no one saw the king being hit by the sword, but there was still a continuous scar on his back.

"If you want, I can make poppy milk for you," said the maester.

Stannis shook his head. "I don't need milk of the poppy. I've been wounded worse than that maester."

Seeing that the king would not listen, the maester handed him a parchment, "This is news from Storm's End."

Could it be that Storm's End has also turned to Joffrey?He opened the letter volume.

Pylos heard the king laugh out loud, and the laughter merged with the thunderstorm, so that he couldn't tell whether it was the thunder from the sky or the king laughing.

"Do you know what news this is?" the king asked him in turn, but the bachelor shook his head seriously.

"The Marquis of Midsummerhall brought us good news. He really didn't disappoint me. I really regret that I should take him to King's Landing. His ability to lead the army is the only one I have ever seen in my life. But even if he is stationed in the rear, He still brings us wins."

The defeat of the Highgarden army and the capture of Mace Tyrell was undoubtedly a great victory.

"He's a sharp sword, maester," grumbled the king. "I fitted him with a hilt, but it was getting harder and harder to hold. That's why I didn't take him with me. If you don’t use your sword properly, you will hurt yourself. Are the soldiers charging for him, or for me?”

Of course it couldn't be done without Melisandre seeing from the holy flame that he would stop her from marching to King's Landing.Successive victories made his reputation even higher than that of the king.

"He's obviously only half my age, not even half that." The king said melancholy.

The king took the letter to Pylos, "Give it to Alister Florent."

Ser Alister Florent, his new Hand, had shut himself up here, and now Alister was in charge of the castle.

When the busy Prime Minister received the letter, he smiled instantly. This was good news, especially for Dragonstone Island, whose morale was low at the time, this victory was so necessary.

He hurried back to the room and wrote a letter.

The content of the envelope is for Cole to bring Mace Tyrell to Dragonstone quickly.

Alister thought to himself that Duke Mace Tyrell should be able to exchange a large sum of money from the Tyrell family, and even let them return his Brightwater City.

King's Landing received news of Lord Mace Tyrell's defeat at Storm's End before Dragonstone.

At this time, King's Landing was still in the joy of victory, and Lord Tywin, the Hand of the King, rewarded the meritorious ministers in the Red Castle.

Ser Garlan Tyrell, granted the title and fiefs and taxes of Brightwater, became the new earl of the kingdom.

Sir Philip Ford, for beheading the Earl of Nightsong City, Bryce Cullen, was awarded the title of Nightsong City.

Bronn was promoted to Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

Lord Petyr Baelish, created Harrenhal, Duke of Harrenhal, ruler of the Riverlands.

This battle caused the Seven Kingdoms to have a large number of upstarts.

The joy hadn't lasted for a few days, and a thunderbolt instantly brought a cloud of dark clouds to the Red Castle.

Tyrion was still lying on the bed. When he led the army out of the city to meet the enemy, he had been cut from the cheek down and across the entire face.He remained in a coma for four days.

"That little friend of yours did something terrible while you were dying of sleep." Ser Bronn of the Blackwater stood in front of Tyrion's velvet bed.

"Who?" Tyrion looked at him. Bronn's hair was washed back, and he was dressed in fine leather with silver trim on the collar and buckle, and silver nuggets hanging directly from his belt.

Seemingly realizing that the dwarf was looking at him, he pointed to his jacket, "Look, how does the burning iron chain, my knight's coat of arms, compare to the fire-breathing white bird?"

"So are the chains and the white birds." Tyrion curled his lip.

"You mean Cole? What did he do?"

"He routed the besieging Highgarden army, and now Lord Mace Tyrell is a prisoner of Storm's End, and it is not known whether he is dead or alive."

Tyrion frowned, but felt some pain in his face.

"What does my dad do?" he asked.

"Nothing was done, but the Earl of Bright Water City has led a cavalry south."

"The Earl of Bright Water City?"

"It seems to be the elder brother of the Knight of Flowers."

(End of this chapter)