Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 157 The Prince Regent
He stared for a long time at the ships drifting in the middle of the night.

Dragonstone Island was built on the top of the mountain. Apart from the castle, there is only a small fishing village left on this island. Now the fishing village at the foot of the mountain has become the enemy's army camp.

The war came so suddenly that Davos couldn't even guess where the enemy came from, why a fleet suddenly approached Dragonstone, and they hadn't received any prior notice.

But he could see clearly that it was a black spear with a golden skull hanging on the military flag. Their army formation was neat and the barracks layout was strict, well-organized and impeccable.

Facing the sudden attack, the castle almost fell, and all the remaining Dragonstone fleets were sunk. On the first night, they almost attacked the castle. Their armor was fully prepared and their arrows were fierce.

When they attacked the fleet, Roland Storm immediately advised the king to evacuate Dragonstone and go to Storm's End, but Stannis did not take it.

But he let Axell Florent and Roland Storm take the queen and princess to leave for Storm's End.

Salado Sann told them that it was the famous mercenary group "Golden Company" on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

The Golden Company was founded by Aegor Rivers "Cold Iron", the legalized bastard son of Aegon IV "The Unworthy King".He sided with Daemon Blackfyre in the Blackfyre Rebellion, and fled to Essos with Daemon's sons after the defeat.

"Gold is above, cold iron is below" This is the slogan they shouted when the Golden Group was founded.

Although in Essos they are proud of their reputation, and their motto is "words are like gold".But after all, they are a group of outlanders in exile in Essos. They have been exiled from their homeland since they raised their rebellion for the Blackfyre.One generation, two generations, three generations, even four generations.

Their number is more than ten times that of Dragonstone Island. They only launched a fierce attack on Dragonstone Island in the surprise attack on the first night. Afterwards, the Golden Group chose to besiege the city. It has been surrounded by gold circles.

King Stannis himself led the battle, pushing back wave after wave of attacks.

Davos remembered what he had said: "It's my job, smuggler. I didn't understand Robert's intentions until now. He gave me this place, not Renly, knowing the day would come." .But you see what stupid things Renly and I have done."

The Onion Knight didn't know if King Robert had guessed that the Golden Company would attack Dragonstone, but he knew that as long as Stannis made up his mind, no one could change it.

"How is the king?" asked the Prime Minister to the maester.

Palos shook his head silently.

At night, though they held off the attack of the Golden Company, the king was shot in the chest by a crossbow bolt, which pierced his blade directly.

The moment Stannis fell, this place could no longer be defended, unless a miracle happened.

"Is it really not possible?" Davos tried again.

Seeing the bachelor's continued silence, the Onion Knight already knew the answer.

"Father!" Dafeng rushed into the hall, "The king is awake, he said he wants to see you and Bachelor Pylos."

The maester and Davos glanced at each other, then hurried to the king's chambers.

His chest was heaving, Stannis had had enough sleep, he was emaciated, and now there was an arrow piercing his chest.

"Smuggler." The king's voice was weak.

"Your Majesty." Onion Knight knelt on the edge of his bed.

"Help me up." The king turned his body sideways, but the tearing of the wound made him unable to bear the pain.

Davos quickly reached out to help him, and at the same time persuaded, "Your Majesty, you should take a good rest."

The wound, which was stopped by the bachelor's medicine, was bleeding again, but he still stood up firmly. "Do you think your king should die on the bed?"

He raised his foot to get out of bed, and the maester leaned over.

"Your Majesty, you can't move now, it will hurt the wound." The bachelor also persuaded.

"I know I'm running out of time, let me take another look." His pale face due to excessive blood loss was full of pain.

The maester crossed his arms with Davos.

The king pointed in the direction of the hall, and Davos and the maester supported him. The king half-closed his eyes and let them drag him away.

"I hate sleep, Smuggler, I've slept long enough." The king's voice was thin.

"We all hate sleep, Your Majesty," echoed the Onion Knight.

He heard the king chuckle weakly, "I know you're lying to me, smuggler, you always tell me the truth, but this time I don't blame you."

Stannis pointed to the windowsill, "Take me there."

They passed through the Hall of Tables and the King glanced sideways.

"Is winter coming?" asked the king suddenly. "It's so cold in here."

The sunlight flooded the window sill, even making Davos feel a little hot.

From the windowsill they could see the far sea, which was now full of ships and flying golden banners.

"I have always hated the sea." The king cast his eyes on the sea. "I saw them take my parents away."

"Bring me a chair, I'm too tired." There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Davan!" Davos called his son, and the little attendant quickly moved the chair and put it behind the king.

They put the king down, and he sat slumped in a chair, his arms dangling limply, his head resting on the back cushion of the chair.

"Palos, write it down, write it down with a parchment scroll." The king suddenly urged.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He took out his stylus and roll of paper.

"By will in the name of Stannis I of House Baratheon I hereby appoint Cole of House Julius Prince Regent, Davos of House Seaworth Hand of the King for life and Narrow Sea Commander-in-Chief Sakai." His voice was so thin that his ears couldn't hear it clearly. "Help me...help me take care of Shireen."

The maester pressed his handprint on it for him.

".I never asked for anything. Never asked for anything." His eyes were fixed on the sea, he was so tired.

"Your Majesty the King." Tears welled up on the Onion Knight's face.

His god is dead.

Tears streamed down Davos' face silently.

Maester Pylos sealed and rolled up the parchment.

"Bachelor, please hold on to this news for now." Davos held back his tears and looked at him seriously.

Palos nodded.

They moved the king back into the room.

A thick cloud suddenly gathered over Dragonstone Island, the sun was covered, and the weather became gloomy.

And this embossed atmosphere also covered the entire castle.

Nine hundred soldiers stared at the densely packed enemies at the foot of the mountain, their eyes full of confusion.

In the midst of this despair and helplessness, news suddenly came from the main castle, "The reinforcements to meet them have arrived, and they will break out from the west coast tonight!"

A white shadow roared and flashed above the condensed clouds.
(End of this chapter)