Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 135 The Little Devil's Wedding
Cole sat at the round table, Duran and Jose sat on both sides.

The wedding was held in the hall of the Prime Minister's Tower. When Cole arrived, quite a few people had already gathered here.

The servants seated them here and brought them glasses and plates.

There are always eyes on it, which makes Cole feel a little unnatural.

Duran and José seemed unable to adapt to such an occasion, they pretended to sit upright, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Suddenly there was some noise in the hall, and Cole saw Tyrion walking in from the door holding Sansa Stark's hand.

The groom wore a black velvet tunic with gold swirls and a necklace of rubies and a lion's head around his neck.His complexion was solemn and unusual, dizzying.

The bride wore an ivory wrap dress with silver satin trim, long sleeves reaching the floor, a white velvet shawl embellished with pearls, a silver necklace chaining the cloak around her neck, and a direwolf pattern on her head.

Cole noticed Tyrion's eyes looking this way, and he smiled and nodded slightly at the imp.The bride actually looked this way, her eyes were full of despair, although she was well-decorated, there was still a long lingering sorrow.

The Eye of Time allowed him to have eyesight far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if he didn't open it deliberately, his eyesight was still terribly good.

They went to the wedding altar, and the monk stood between the Virgin and the Father, praying to the seven gods.

The light of the candles was flickering, and the hall was dim. Cole saw the girl crying, and her hazy tearful eyes were covered with mist.

He looked away slightly, it was really embarrassing for this typical noble lady to marry Tyrion.

The newcomers exchanged cloaks, and a blond boy took Sansa's father's place.

King Joe - Geoffrey Baratheon.

Tall, fair-haired, and handsome, it's a pity that people can't be judged by appearances. This kid is a bad embryo, very cruel and irritable.

Sansa Stark likes him to death at first, but he soon reveals himself.

Tyrion's cloak looked heavy, red velvet embroidered with rubies and gold satin.Sansa was so tall that Tyrion didn't even reach her shoulders.

He walked behind the bride, and he wanted to put his cloak on her shoulders, representing eternal protection, but even with those short, fat hands raised high, he couldn't reach it.

Cole could see the sweat dripping from Tyrion's forehead, and he walked slowly, as if he could meet the embarrassing situation he was about to face.

Tyrion tugged at the hem of the bride's skirt, wishing her to bow slightly.

But our bride stood erect as if she didn't notice it.

He tugs again, still no response, and Cole sees his face burn like a flame.

Cole stretched out his hand to summon a servant, and handed him his chair, but saw his face full of embarrassment.

Seeing this, Jose stood up suddenly, took the chair, pushed the crowd away and sent the chair up.

Everyone was puzzled as to where this character came from, and they saw him standing behind a silver-haired young man with a solemn expression after putting down his chair.

Cole caught Tyrion sending him a grateful look.

The groom stood on the chair and put the crimson golden lion cloak on the bride's shoulders.

The monk raised the crystal high and shined it under the candlelight. "Here, under the witness of the gods and the world," he said loudly, "I solemnly declare that Tyrion and Stark of the Lannister family Sansa of the family is married, from now on, they are one body, one mind, one soul, forever. Anyone who interferes with their marriage will be mercilessly cursed."

Li Cheng, the banquet begins.

The Tyrells were long overdue.

The newlyweds sat in the center of the main seat, and people came forward to send their congratulations.

Tyrion nodded sullenly, mostly drinking alone.

Cole came over with a glass of wine, raised his glass, "Congratulations, Tyrion."

The little devil forced a smile with difficulty, "Thank you." I don't know whether he is thanking him for his blessing, or thanking him for helping him ease the embarrassment.

Cole took a sip from his glass, stepped back, and sat quietly in a corner with the knights of Dragonstone Island.

The musicians began to play the music, and it was time for the noble ball.

King Joffrey and the future queen Margaery danced hand in hand, and the whole hall was immersed in the joyous sound of dancing and music.Prince Tommen, Queen Cersei, all on the dance floor.

Cole's eyelids twitched. He has never attended anyone's wedding. No one gets married on the Great Wall, and he has never learned any noble ballroom dancing.He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching, and countless gazes shone here, and the corner of the castle became the focal point in an instant.

With blond curly hair and a luxurious long dress, the queen stood in front of the table, opened the chair and sat down slowly. She had just finished dancing with her father, Lord Tywin.

She smiled softly, her red lips tapped lightly, "Sir Julius, why don't you dance down?"

Cole suddenly had a bad feeling, what is Empress Dowager wanting to do?Want to see him make a fool of himself?

He looked at the unsmiling Duke Tywin who was sitting at the main table, and saw that his eyes were also looking here.

"Forgive me, I'm getting drunk, Your Majesty the Queen." Cole said politely.

"Dancing steps are sobering, my sir." Her eyes were burning, with a touch of authority.

Cole hesitated to speak, stood up slowly, bit the bullet and stretched out his hand to salute, "I don't know if I'm lucky enough to invite Her Royal Highness to dance with me."

She put her jade hand in the palm of her hand and walked slowly towards the dance floor.

I saw her dancing to the music.

By gods, what should he do?
Cole's eyes flickered, and the dance floor froze in an instant. Wherever he looked, he watched the movements of the men and the dance steps of the women.

No one could have imagined that the Marquis of Summerhall danced so well at the ball.

He learned the dance steps with the eyes of time, and answered Cersei's soft words absently.

She seemed to enjoy the dance very much, they leaned together, and sometimes she would stick close to Cole and pour it into his arms, and the smell of perfume filled the air, causing some little virgin to have a heartstrings.

He is not a eunuch, but also a man.And Cersei is definitely a beauty.

At the end of the song, he returned to his seat a little tired, never thinking that one day he would use the Eye of Time to dance.

Fortunately, there was no embarrassment.

The dance music changed, but the dance floor was still alive.

Cole saw countless eyes looking at this side full of longing, and he pretended to turn a blind eye while drinking.

"It's time to make a new house! Let's take off her clothes and see what this she-wolf can do to mate with my uncle!" Suddenly Emperor Qiao shouted loudly.

"I don't want to make a new house." Only Tyrion said in a low voice.

　Please forgive me, sirs, Xiaosheng has been working hard to type, and started writing after dinner, but the hand speed is too slow, and [-] characters are already very difficult.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)