Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 122 What happened?
The dark dungeon is messy and cold.

The door frame of the corridor was pushed open with a click.

The sound of armor and chains tinkling.

Garland lay down among the rags and looked sideways. In this dark place, there was nothing to do except sleep.

Although there are wine, food and meat points every day.From time to time, I can go out to the school grounds to let the wind go.

Someone else came.

Those armored guards escorted a tall man with his hands tied in his body and walked in.

The jailer leads the way.He opened the cell next to Garland, the rusty iron door creaked, and he heard the jailer say, "This is the cell."

The guard pushed the prisoner into the cell, and the man struggled twice and staggered in.

Garland could barely see the incoming prisoners by the light of the torches held by the guards.

Wait until the jailers and guards are out of the prison.

"Brennie Tass." Garland said quietly. "Why are you here?"

Brienne only felt that the voice sounded familiar. She walked to the iron fence and looked to the next door.

Seeing that she didn't reply for a long time, Garland took the initiative to say, "I'm Garlan Tyrell."

"Master Garland?" Her tone was filled with surprise.

"Is there another fight outside? Why were you caught by them?"

Brienne told him about her own experience.

The two stayed together for only one day in the prison, and Garland left the dungeon the next day.

Brienne didn't know where he had gone, but she guessed that House Tyrell had paid the ransom for him.

The sunlight outside the dungeon was particularly glaring to Garland, like needles piercing his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were narrowed into slits.

He followed the escorting guards, and the shackles on his body had been undone.

They walked towards the sea, could it be that the family reached a compromise with Storm's End, and Julius agreed to let him go?Through the water gate, they went straight to the deck of a sea ship.

Garland saw the busy figures of the sailors, as well as some knights in armor and holding swords.

The soldier sent him here and left. He saw Julius in a dark blue suit greet him, and people around him greeted him. He nodded in response one by one, until he came to Garland.

"Sir Garland, how are you doing?" he asked politely.

Garland wanted to tell him that he was going to be moldy in the dungeon, but he forced a smile, "Master Marquis, what is the purpose of you bringing me here?"

"We must go to Dragonstone, ser. To see the king and your father, Lord Mace. I am sure His Majesty Stannis will treat us well."

"Going to Dragonstone?" Garland looked at him puzzled.

A few days ago, he saw that Storm's End was in a state of war. He guessed that King's Landing's army was about to attack, but when he walked out of the dungeon today, he found that the atmosphere here was extremely relaxed, and there was no possibility of war at all. sign.

Cole patted his arm, sighed and said, "All I can say is that the war is coming, sir."

After saying something incomprehensible, the white-haired boy left, leaving Garland to guess riddles in place.

When the ship set sail, he realized that no one seemed to care about his identity.

"Ser Tyrell," a knight greeted him.

Garland did not recognize this person. He rarely participated in banquets and tournaments, so his knowledge of people was limited.But he recognized the coat of arms on the knight's armor, Dondarrion of Blackport.

"Hello, sir." He saluted Dondarrion.

"I didn't expect you to be on the boat." Jafari Dondarrion said. His family and Highgarden had some friendship in the history of fighting against Dorne, so he took the initiative to talk to him.

Garland guessed the reason in his heart, and was also a little worried.

They chatted for a while, and Jaafari gave him some news.Brienne knew too little, but he admired the girl who single-handedly avenged Renly, and although it was silly, Garland himself didn't.

The boat pavilion and deck were not big, and soon Garland met Cole again.

The ship finally arrived at Dragonstone after traveling for nearly two days. In the past two days, Cole told Garland a lot of things. During the time he was locked in the dungeon, the situation outside had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Dragonstone was closer to the north, and although the waves in Blackwater Bay were not as violent as in Shipbreaker Bay, the wind was much colder here.

Garland's clothes were very thin, but Julius was not kind enough to give warmth to the prisoners in the prison.He has always been wearing the inner shirt wrapped in the armor. When the storm comes, there will be raindrops in the dungeon of Storm's End, so he can only rely on the occasional sunny day to come out to bask in the sun.

A lean man greeted them at the pier.No, it should be said to welcome Julius.

The thick oak plank was connected to the port from the deck, and the white-haired boy went down first. He took off his gloves and shook hands with the thin middle-aged man.

Although he was temporarily free at sea, Garland became a prisoner again after disembarking.

Guarded by several soldiers, he could only use his eyes to look at the island where Aegon the Conqueror was born.On a hill near the sea, Targaryen built a castle like a crawling black dragon, with some winding stairways running between the dangerous cliffs.

Although these soldiers looked stern, they never made things difficult for him, and even asked for instructions in honorific terms.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Cole said to the Onion Knight with a smile.He put on clean clothes and looked like a decent knight at last.

"My lord, don't make fun of me."

"If you call your name directly, the king will probably blame me for being rude." He put the gloves back on. "By the way, did you receive the letter I sent you?"

"The birds came yesterday, and Pylos read the letter to me, and I didn't expect you to arrive so soon," Davos said to him.

"Thank the weather, ser."

They climbed up to Dragonstone Island together, but the castle was on the hill.

"What is the king's attitude towards the matter on the other side of the Narrow Sea?" He asked as he walked.

The Onion Knight shook his head, "Your Majesty's body" he glanced around and did not continue. "You'd better listen to him yourself."

On the way, a red dress blocked the way, and Melisandre's red robe fluttered in the wind, and she looked along the sky.

She looked back, and the soft and charming face made many people's hearts flutter.

"Your Excellency the Marquis, I have been waiting for you for a long time, can you take a moment?" She walked slowly down.

Cole glanced at Davos. He knew that the Onion Knight had always had trouble with witches, but there was no sound at this time.

"I must go and see His Majesty the King first, madam."

"Your Majesty is resting now, and I don't want anyone to disturb you." The queen knight behind the witch said.Sir Axell Florent looked at Cole with a cold expression.

Glancing at Davos again, he lowered his head slightly.

(End of this chapter)