Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 146 Dragon Prince

His arms trembled a little, but his heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

Grandpa Aemon's handwriting, the letter is completely an old man's earnest teaching and love for the younger generation.

"This letter?" he whispered.

"Letters from the Academy City, generally the Academy City will send letters to all over the Seven Kingdoms in this form. You can turn the letter around, and there will be the towering ancient tower of the Hightower family on the back." The prince seems to know this kind of letter very well. .

Cole thought of the letter that Grandpa Aemon had given him on the Great Wall. He said he had left a gift for himself in Oldtown, and this letter was obviously different from that letter of introduction.

Touching the cold winter night, they just left the Great Wall together to accompany each other.

His purple-blue eyes were full of complex colors, "I always thought that I was a lucky orphan who was saved from the ice and snow by the kind-hearted night watchmen."

He smiled bitterly, looking sad, "Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen, and Lannister killed."

His words paused for a moment in the middle.

"Boy, a letter doesn't mean anything."

What can a letter from Varys explain?

Cole has been by Maester Aemon's side for so many years, so he naturally recognizes his handwriting, and the letter mentions many things about his childhood, so he already believes it seventy percent in his heart, but this Westeros version of the civet cat exchange Prince, it is too bizarre.

However, the hatching of Caesar and Balerion seems to have explained something.

He was the son of Rhaegar, Prince of the House of Dragons—Aegon Targaryen.

He is also the nephew of Daenerys Targaryen.

It might even be Jon Snow's half-brother.

He put the letter back in the envelope, with a smile on his face, "You're right, Your Excellency. A letter doesn't mean much."

Cole's mood has already changed unconsciously, Aegon Targaryen?If he knew his identity when he was young, or if he would have known it when he just woke up his memory, he would probably take revival of the Targaryen Dynasty as his duty.

He never considered himself a wise man, or a brave man, or even a noble man.

Cole thought of little Griff, thought of Viserys, thought of Jon Snow, and compared himself.

It was only then that he realized how lucky and blessed he was. No one had placed heavy responsibilities on his shoulders since he was a child. Maester Aemon let his nature go, and Commander Kogel only expected him to eat fatter.

I don't know whether I am a cloth dragon or a real dragon.

"You don't seem surprised," the Prince asked.

"So, my lord prince, do you want me to be angry, or do you want me to be ecstatic?" He slowly sealed the envelope, then went to the lamp to melt the sealing wax, and sealed the letter again. "Whether I am Aegon Targaryen or not, nothing will change."

"That chair in the Red Keep is yours."

Cole shook his head lightly, "When Aegon the Conqueror cast the Iron Throne with a sharp sword, he hoped that the people sitting on it would not be too comfortable, and it was not the chair that Aegon the Conqueror used to rule the Seven Kingdoms, but the dragon. "

Martell sneered, "The dragons can't conquer Dorne, and they're extinct, so they can't help you."

"Who knows?" Cole tilted his head, and then sat down at the next table. "So not only you have read this letter, Varys knows it too."

"I can send you to Dorne first, just to let Doran see what I brought back for him." Oberon said.

"His Royal Highness believes that I am Aegon?"

The prince knew he was asking knowingly. "Boy, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a Dornishman."

He did ask that when we first met.

At this moment, Cole seemed to understand who caused the riot, and Lannister should know.

"Your Highness, that dwarf is asking to see you below." Dorn's guard asked at the door.

Coming, just thinking of Lannister, Lannister is here.

"Bring the women in first," the prince said to the guard. "Tell that Lannister dwarf that the prince is on business."

Soon several prostitutes were called into the room.

When Tyrion came in, it was already an hour later. He stepped into the threshold of the pavilion and saw Prince Dorne hugging a naked blonde girl.

"Dwarf, do you know the consequences of disturbing the prince?" The red poisonous snake seemed to be spitting out a threatening letter.

"I don't want to disturb you, my lord. I just heard that you seem to be injured, but I feel relieved after seeing you." Tyrion said cautiously.

"Would Lannister be so kind?" The Prince seemed to be examining him, "A little injury, those who shot arrows were all crushed by my horse."

He was half lying down, the whore's body just covered him from the neck down, and the little devil saw the woman looking at him with interest.

The gold cloak told Tyrion that he did not leave a single person alive, and at least hundreds of civilians died on the field, including several implicated merchants and blacksmiths.

"You are so brave," Tyrion praised.

The prince just smiled coldly.

Sweat trickled down Tyrion's brow.

"Tyrion?" Cole's figure came from another room.

Well, now he has to face two people at the same time, although he has already envisioned it in his heart.

Lord Tywin made him Minister of Foreign Affairs, responsible for appeasing this group of guys who looked like enemies and friends, but the little devil knew that they all came with a purpose.

Martell demands his justice, and Cole demands the Stormlands.

"Cole." The little devil nodded at him.

"What? You came to a brothel right after you got married?" There was a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be blaming or questioning at all.

"As the master, I should do my part as a landlord." The little devil grinned.

"Oh? It means that Lannister has regarded himself as the master of King's Landing?" Prince Dorne asked.

"The master of King's Landing has always been the King, but now the Prime Minister acts for him until he comes of age."

"So when will the Hand of the King fulfill his promise?"

Tyrion knew he would ask that.

"My lord prince, you also know that the king's wedding is just a few days away. Maybe after the wedding is over, father will have time to uphold justice for you."

"hope so."

They didn't mention the riot at all. From their conversation, it seemed that the relationship between Prince Dorne and Cole seemed to be very good.

Tyrion intervened and dealt with it carefully.

The Prince of Dorne introduced Cole all kinds of interesting things about Dorne, and he also showed great interest.

He didn't seem prepared to spend the night here when Lannister left.

"What is His Excellency going to do?" Cole asked him.

Oberyn Martell looked at him and said, "You should call me uncle."

(End of this chapter)