Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 133 Rhaegar Damon?

The ancient Valyrian blood, the blood of dragons and gods.The golden mail is covered with black plate armor, and the red, gold and orange satin on the dragon's helmet is like a raging flame.The knights of the entire western region were defeated.In the evening, he played his silver-stringed harp with his long and delicate fingers, and his songs brought tears to his eyes, and his sad amethyst eyes seemed to speak of the sorrow in his heart.

Rhaegar Targaryen was praised for his wisdom when he was a child, and his bravery when he was an adult. He was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

He was loved, and the commoners cheered him twice as much as Lord Tywin.

16 years is too long, until Robert Baratheon changed from brave and handsome to that fat and disgusting appearance, and until no one in the Seven Kingdoms can recall the specific appearance of Prince Rhaegar.

But there are some things engraved in the memory, as long as they are awakened, they will continue to come to my heart.

Those eyes are exactly the same.

Blue-purple, melancholy, and that silver hair, she compares herself to her beautiful Jaime again, Gods behold.
He wasn't Rhaegar, he looked like half a Dornishman, she tried to convince herself.

But that face always brings back certain memories.

Dornish? !

Stupid dwarf, she seems to have thought of some connection, that damned Dornish woman, if it wasn't for her, Rhaegar would not have taken a fancy to that wolf girl.

The wooden sword waved in his hand, and in front of him was the sweaty Duran Bar Emmon.

With a bang, the wooden sword slashed on the oak shield, and the little chubby sat down on the ground, his arms trembling.

The wooden sword turned into a sword flower, one hand was carried behind the back, and the other hand was stretched out to support him.

Dulan grasped his palm and stood up with a jerk.

Such great strength, Duran marveled in his heart.

"Okay, let's go down and rest." Cole said to him, it was also difficult for him to let this little fat man be his partner.

Duran put down the oak shield with relief.

Cole went over to place the wooden sword, only to find a figure leaning against the pomegranate tree, it was the little devil Tyrion.

His clapping hands.

Cole threw him the sword.

Tyrion got up and jumped away. "I don't want to be your punching bag."

Picking up the sword and putting it on the stand, Cole said, "I've heard about your heroic performance on the battlefield."

"I hope the battlefield you mentioned is on the bed." The little devil rubbed his nose, only to suddenly remember that half of his nose was thrown on the battlefield. "If you need someone to play sword with you, I can ask Bronn to come, and if you don't, you have to pay him."

"Sir Bronn of the Blackwater now, I can't afford to pay the commission." Cole wiped his sweat with a wool cloth.

"Meow~" A black cat jumped onto his shoulder.

Tyrion looked at the ugly cat quite interestingly, "You didn't abduct the woman in the castle, but you abducted a disabled cat."

The black cat seemed to understand Tyrion's words, his back arched and his fur stood on end.

"Oh, he's really fierce." The little devil took a few steps back, he didn't want to be scratched by the cat, and he was going to get married the day after tomorrow.

Cole rubbed Balerion's head, "He suddenly appeared here last night."

"There are quite a few cats in the castle, but it looks a little old."

This black cat is showing signs of aging, although it still appears to be active and ferocious.

He grins at everyone but Cole.

Leaving him standing on his shoulders, Cole led Tyrion out into the yard.

"Would you like some wine?" Cole asked.

Tyrion shook his head.

"I remember that you can't leave your body with alcohol." Cole turned his head and told the servant, "Prepare water for me, I want to take a bath."

"I want to get sober for a while, Cole."

He couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that the little devil who called himself Massive would be afraid of getting drunk sometimes.

"Okay, let Duran entertain you for me, I have to wash off the smell of sweat."

"It's better to sprinkle some perfume, so that it will be more popular with ladies. Maybe it's not a cat that climbs into your bed tonight, but a fragrant woman." He joked, and then sat on the chair.

"Are you his squire, man?" Tyrion asked casually, not paying attention to his arms.

The little fat man blushed, "I'm Duran Bar Amon."

Tyrion flipped his clothes off and realized he had made a big mistake. He stood up and apologized. "Forgive me, ser. Forgive my blindness."

"Humph" Duran turned away with an angry face.

Tyrion sat back in embarrassment.

After a long silence, he spoke again, "How old are you, Sir Duran?"

"fifteen."

"Fifteen-year-old knight, that's quite a feat," Tyrion praised loudly. "My brother Jaime joined the Kingsguard at the same age."

"Kingslayer?" Duran blurted out.

He just knew it. "The Kingslayer" is far more famous than "Ser Jaime".

"They say he's the youngest of the Kingsguard."

It's a pity that he is now a prisoner, far away in the dungeon of Winterfell.

Why not use Sansa in exchange?Isn't it enough to exchange a daughter for a son?
"He handles the sword very well, like a born warrior," Tyrion went on.

"Master Cole is a born warrior. No, he is a warrior born."

Tyrion was taken aback by Duran's rebuttal.Oh shit, he was just trying to divert the conversation, how much this kid adores that kid Cole.

"Yes, I admit, Cole is a good fighter." He could only make a compromise.Memories can't help but travel to the Eagle's Nest and the Moon Mountains, and Tyrion has to admit that Cole's sword is also very good.

When I first met him, he couldn't even pick up a sword. He was good at cooking, but he was weak, which was Tyrion's evaluation of him.

He had seen Cole practice swords on the Great Wall, and he had no skills at all. Tyrion even felt that he might end up giving him a few tricks, at least his theory was sufficient.

But what happened later?He led them all the way from the Bright Moon Mountains to the Eagle's Nest City.

Cole has changed too much. The taciturn, unconfident, and thin boy seems to have been completely reborn.

Maybe it was the magic of the Valyrian blood, the gods tossed a silver coin for every Targaryen born, even though he was only bastard.

Tyrion speculates that he is a descendant of Bloodraven Brynden Rivers.

Should I tell him?

"Master Cole, you have never been defeated." Duran said proudly, as if that person was himself.

"Boy, do you think he is Daemon Blackfyre?" Tyrion said in his heart.

He was suddenly startled by the thought.

Like, it's too similar.He compared the traces of the two, boy, 'noble bastard', right?
"What are you talking about?" Cole's voice came.

Looking at Tyrion, he saw that he was wearing a black dress, the coat of arms seemed to be reversed, and the red flame was like a three-headed dragon breathing out white fire.

(End of this chapter)