Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 136 True Balerion

"She's so pitiful." The chubby Dulan's face was full of regret.She is married to the imp, and will sleep with that ugly dwarf tonight.

Colmer left without saying a word, the end of the banquet was not happy, Joffrey asked for a new house, everyone could see his malicious intentions, and wanted to see Tyrion make a fool of himself.

In the end, there was only a farce of the Lannister family.

Tyrion responded fiercely to Emperor Joe's malicious interest, of course in an angry gesture.

Seeing that Cole was silent, Duran also silently shut up.

The sequelae of alcohol and the eye of time made him just want to go back quickly.

Back in the small courtyard, Cole asked the servants to prepare bath water and clothes for him, which smelled of perfume.

Get up from the cold tub and put on a black wool robe.

The weather is deserted at this time, and there is a cool wind blowing to break up the drunkenness.He strolled to the front of the courtyard, a pair of faint green eyes shot out from the side, it jumped up, but only reached in mid-air before falling down.

Cole quickly caught the black cat.

It didn't seem to be in a very good condition. The black cat was crawling in his arms, trembling slightly, and its voice was extremely weak.

Balerion stood up with difficulty, and with a feeble cry at him, was about to jump off his arms.Unexpectedly, half of the sole of his foot slipped off, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Cole was frightened and hurriedly squatted down to look after it, only to see the black cat propped up again, and walked towards the outside of the yard, before walking two steps, it wobbled and fell.

It staggered to the courtyard gate, turned around and called out.

Cole seemed to understand what it meant, and under the clear moonlight, he followed up with the long and narrow shadow in the afterglow.

It suddenly started running, and it seemed that it had completely lost its weak appearance just now.

Colton stepped down and shook his head. How could he think of following a cat at night?
He was about to go back to sleep, when there was another meow of a cat, those faint eyes, hoarse and weak calling him, suddenly made Cole feel a sense of sadness in his heart, as if he was about to lose something like that.

Could it be that a black cat that has been with him for only a few days has given him affection?
Cole has never considered himself a sentimentalist.

It didn't run anymore, but walked step by step, and looked back at him from time to time after walking a few steps.

He followed it, turning one corner after another, the black cat's pace became more and more slow and strenuous, but it kept walking.

The black cat is dying, Cole said to himself in his mind.

He's been around Cole these days, and he's very old, a cat's lifespan is less than 20 years.

Cole touched the blood on his hand, not to mention it was injured.

It repels everyone who touches it like a hedgehog, except Cole.

You choose to believe me, so let me accompany you on the last journey.

They came to a dark entrance, the cellar was cold and desolate, and the howling wind echoed.

Cole looked down, turned his head as if to say to it, "Is this your chosen resting place?"

The black cat stepped into the darkness like the mouth of an abyss. Cole hesitated a few times and followed, picked up the torch on the wall, and struck a few flints to ignite the light.

The cat leaned against the wall and struggled forward. Cole wanted to help it, but he didn't know what to do. It would turn back to look at him after a few steps.

If Cole slowed down a few steps, it would call to him.

One person and one cat walked forward in the faint light of the fire until they came to a sealing wall. It got through a gap in a corner, and then there were cats' eager calls from inside the wall.

Cole bowed his body and leaned his head closer, and the moonlight shone on his face from that side.

The black cat looked at him, and felt relief from the moonlight.

It is finally like a relieved old man, accepting the guidance of fate, and walking towards his final finale.

Balerion sat on an arc-shaped stone and curled up silently, slowly closing those green eyes.

Under the shining of the silver thread, he seemed to be emitting light, with star scales dotted and fireflies dancing, as if the soul had been immersed in the eternal night under the guidance of the light.

Cole rubbed his eyes hard, he seemed to see the stone glowing.

The stone turned red like a small furnace gathering heat.

The black cat's figure gradually melted into the stone.

Call ~
The torch in Cole's hand suddenly jumped up, and the flames all pointed at the stone.

His body couldn't penetrate the wall, which seemed to have been re-sealed, and the hole seemed to be dug out by a black cat.

Cole's heart was beating rapidly, as if a voice was telling him that there was something important to him.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind, it was Caesar.

He told Cole that he felt the breath of his companions.

Cole's heart skipped a beat, he knew what that rock was—dragon egg!
By the moonlight, he opened his eyes of time to look into the hole, and under the radiance of the dragon egg, a shadow emerged from the egg.

It was a tiny dragon shadow with a pair of tiny wings and dragon feet.

"My first marriage was officiated by a drunken monk with a herd of pigs as witnesses. My wife and I just had our witnesses do the wedding feast. Tessa fed me the bones and I licked the grease from her hands and ate and drank After we finished, we laughed and rolled on the bed..." He turned his head to swallow the wine.

It was good Arbor wine, golden wine, but Tyrion could taste none of it now.

She is not like Tessa, although she is very obedient, but Tyrion feels as if she is rejected thousands of miles away, she is just being forced.

Although Tyrion had forgotten what Tessa looked like, and the girl in front of him was also beautiful, he could not forget the joy of loving each other.

Forcing a girl to satisfy his selfish desires, he can't do it, it's not what he wants.

The girl drank in fear and answered his words.

"On my honor as a Lannister, I swear I will never touch you until you accept me willingly." After some decision, Tyrion said to her.

"My lord, what if I say never?"

The girl's words seemed to slap him heavily. Tyrion only felt that he was humiliating himself. Why did he think that the Stark girl would fall in love with him willingly?
People called him a little devil, a dwarf, and he shouldn't have asked for so much.

Tyrion couldn't help laughing at his own stupidity.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking, if he wasn't deformed, would Sansa marry him happily?

"Never?" He laughed at himself, "I see, I see, that's why the gods made whores."

Sansa watched as her new husband crawled out of bed, staggered under the rug, curled up under the blanket and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)