Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 111 The King's Bastard Son
In Aegon Gardens, the fragrance of pine is scattered, and the color of wild roses is dotted with green branches.

The laughter and laughter here seem to be isolated from the world.

The child's laughter could be heard from a distance. Cole carefully calculated his age, but in fact he was only around sixteen or seventeen. He couldn't remember his name day for a long time.

"Under the sea, merfolk don't ride horses. I know, I know, oh oh." The patched figure walked through the garden, the bell on his head jingling.

"My father, King Robert Baratheon, was the bravest and most powerful warrior in the Seven Kingdoms. The tall Duncan couldn't beat him at all." There seemed to be a struggling sound in front of the swing.

"Ser Duncan the Tall is very powerful." It was a timid female voice.

"My father taught me to fight, and his hammer is invincible. I have a hammer too, a smaller one, but they won't let me bring it here, or I can show you." The hammer made him very proud. "Your Tall Duncan is no match for a hammer with a sword."

"It's not mine, it's Cole's, and I take care of 'Tall Duncan'."

"Your fiancé? Oh, I know him, he has silver hair, doesn't he, and he looks so beautiful."

The girl lowered her head slightly shyly.

"Cousin, my father told me that a man can't just be beautiful, scars and drinking are the medals of a man."

"Cole?!" Shirene suddenly looked at the thornbush in surprise, and saw him standing there with a smile on his face. Edric was right, he was too beautiful, no, he should be called handsome That's the right description.

Edric Storm turned his head a little stiffly, meeting Cole's gaze.

He walked over slowly, although he was only two years older than Edric, he was quite taller.

Edric thought silently in his heart that when he was 16 years old on his name day, he would definitely be taller than him.

"Your Royal Highness." Cole greeted her softly.

"You are my cousin's fiancé Cole Julius?" It was the first time for Edric to look at him so closely.His clothes were the same as Uncle Stannis's, which didn't look fancy.

"I am Edric Storm," he announced, speaking his name, "and my father is King Robert."

"Hello, Your Royal Highness." Although he bears the surname of illegitimate child, he is the king's child after all, and he is also the illegitimate child recognized by Robert himself.

"We are playing Adventures of Westeros, which is a very interesting game." He pointed to the chessboard on the mat. "This is my character, carved in my father's mold."

It was a knight with an antler helmet, and the workmanship was much finer than that of 'Balerion the Black Death' and 'Ser Duncan the Tall', so it could be seen that it was made by a craftsman.

Although Cole had never met Robert, he had seen Renly. Although the kid in front of him had protruding ears of the Florent family, his face was full of traces of the Baratheon family.

"Would you like to join us?" Edric asked. He has a straightforward personality, like his father.

Cole shook his head lightly, he was going back to Storm's End soon, he just came over to take a look and say goodbye casually.

"Your Excellency Storm, please allow me to have a word with Xilin?"

Edric had a look of sudden realization, "Oh, I know, I was rude, I apologize for you, brother-in-law."

He left in a hurry, but Cole knew he was peeking behind the stone pillar.

"Edric, your head is sticking out," Shireen told him.

He sprang up like a monkey, explaining, "I'm just picking things up."

"She is Uncle Robert's son, and his father brought him back to Dragonstone Island." Edric Shireen fled in a panic.

"Well, I saw him in Storm's End." Cole picked up the wooden knight, "Do you still have it?"

Her face was reddish, she lowered her head, and covered the gray scales of her face with her clothes.Shireen knew she was ugly, that skin would be scary.

Girls in Westeros can marry at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

"You should ask the craftsman to make a better one for you." He looked at the vaguely carved knight.

"I promised to take care of it for you."

Cole chuckled, the little princess in front of her was just an innocent girl who was involved in the world, maybe she didn't know much about the so-called engagement.

When she grows up a bit and develops fantasies about love, she wonders if she will hate this marriage.

His understanding of love is very shallow, and he doesn't think about pursuing any vigorous and lingering love.

Cole likes Shirene's character, she is different from most people in this world, she has the most simple innocence and kindness, but she also endures the pain that this world brings her.

Judging from her appearance, greyscale undoubtedly ruined half of her face.

"It seems that 'Sir Duncan the Tall' is well taken care of by our princess. I am going to return to Storm's End, let him continue to accompany you."

"Are you going to Storm's End?"

"I must defend Storm's End for you."

"Can I come with you?" Shireen asked.

Storm's End has been granted to Shireen by Stannis, and now she is the princess of Storm's End in addition to being the king's orthodox heir.

"There will be a chance, but not yet." He slowly opened his hand, which was a pearl necklace, "A farewell gift, I hope you like it."

Shireen thanked her and took the necklace.

They gossip like friends, Cole is not a very humorous person, he can't say honey sweet words like a bard, and in his opinion, it is really wrong to talk to a little girl, of course let him say , he couldn't hold back a word.

Cole shared some stories and experiences with Shirene, she listened carefully, frowning and smiling at times.

"Cole, you seem different." Shireen said to him suddenly.

The two had been together for a while on Dragonstone Island. At that time, he was the guard knight of the princess, and of course he was only a bodyguard and companion in name.

Cole touched his cheek, "Really? It's always difficult for people to discover their own changes."

"I used to call you the dumb knight." She covered her mouth and chuckled.

Cole has indeed changed a lot. I don't know when he has stopped being stingy with his words, and he will not feel oppressed and uncomfortable because of the noble status of the person he is facing.

He became more like a Westerosi, or rather, more like a Westerosi nobleman.

Human beings will change silently, and time will not only take away the appearance.

In the early morning of the next day, taking advantage of the northerly wind, the Myrish ship slowly drifted down. The king bid farewell to his son-in-law, but the king's hand was left to the onion knight who spoke out.

He had to go back to Storm's End after all, and he couldn't stay by the king's side to advise him.

　Sorry I only wrote one chapter today.

　　
　
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