Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 191 The Right of Succession

She has inherited all of Cersei's beauty.

"Eat the elephant with your dragon, my boy." Tyrion looked at the cyvasse board by the hot spring, a new game, and a lot of fun.

Myrcella raised her crescent eyebrows slightly when she heard the familiar voice, and said in a cheerful voice, "Uncle Tyrion."

She got up and hugged him, and the little devil opened his arms to meet the beautiful little angel.

Tyrion said to himself: She is not as fierce as Cersei.

"Lord Tyrion." Prince Trystane Martell, who was sitting on the other side of the chessboard, also stood up.

A well-behaved boy, Tyrion remarked.

"How long will you be here." the girl asked him.

The little devil pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, as if thinking, and then suddenly grinned: "That depends on how long our little princess wants her uncle to stay."

"All day, Trystane and I can be with you all day, Uncle. We can have cyvasse and apple pie together."

"That will at least wait until I have met His Excellency the Prince." After Tyrion laughed, the scar on his face showed a hint of ferocity.

He didn't have much to do in Dorne, especially after his interest in prostitutes was greatly reduced. Except for wine every day, Tyrion could only wander around, or stay in the room and read a book all day .

Tyrion walked up the marble steps, and after explaining his purpose to the guards, he met Prince Doran Martell in front of the balcony.The elder Martell Sun could only sit in a wheelchair, and he suffered from severe gout, a disease that always appeared in nobles.

A red silk gown, a jeweled girdle, and a satin pad in front of the prince's legs.

"Master Tyrion, was your trip to Dorne pleasant?"

"Of course, I am very grateful for Martell's kindness." Tyrion saluted him.

"I hope I didn't neglect you."

"Dorne has some of the best wine in the world, and I think I'll linger on it," laughed Tyrion.

"The maester advised me to drink as little as possible, but Oberon told me that half of the blood of the Dornishmen is blood and half is wine." Doran asked the attendant to bring the wine, "This is one of the few hobbies I have in common with him .”

The wine glass was handed to the dwarf, and Tyrion swung the crimson wine in the copper glass, raised his glass as a gesture, and then drank lightly, "Life without wine will lose half the fun."

A ray of sunlight fell, dispelling some of the chill, reflecting the sparkle in the cup, and the cheers of the children sounded from below, Tyrion and Prince Doran couldn't help but look there.

On the banks of the pools and fountains, children were chasing each other, boys and girls shouting about their heroes, "Prince Garrin" and "Arthur Dayne, Sword of the Dawn."

"Prince Garin." It was an interesting name, and Tyrion was reading a history of the Rhoynar.

Doran had read and heard his stories from a young age. "The Valyrians were beaten by him." The Dragonlords never held a Rhoynar to their knees in battle.

"He was a great warrior, and of course those curses that troubadours talk about, and the doom of Valyria."

"You seem to know Valyria quite well?" the prince asked.

Tyrion shook his head, "I don't really understand, there are many books about Valyria in Casterly Rock City, those books were there when Aegon boarded Westeros, and I even found Casterly Rock in it. King Tommen II's handwriting, you know, later he took a fleet to find the ruins of Valyria, and never returned."

The little devil felt sorry for his ancestor, and he also took away Lannister's ancestral sword "Light Howl".

"In those days when I traveled the Free Cities, I also often heard stories about Valyria." Doran had traveled the Free Cities when he was young, and it was in Novus that he and his wife met.

Oberon was right, they would have a lot to talk about, but none of that was what Tyrion wanted to know.

"I'm Nymeria," a girl among the children yelled.

"I have read "A Thousand Ships and Voyages." It is the story of Queen Nymeria leading the Rhoynar people to the west.

"It seems that what Oberon said is right, you are a man of profound knowledge." The prince praised.

"It's absurd. Dorne's succession law always pays attention to equality between men and women. I think this queen must have contributed a lot." Tyrion said suddenly. He remembered what Oberon said to himself, Dorne hoped that Myrcella To inherit the Iron Throne, Myrcella's claim to succession was superior to Tommen's in the eyes of the Dorne.

Prince Doran just smiled, "The women of Dorne are also powerful fighters."

"So, in Your Excellency's opinion, that Targaryen girl should be qualified to inherit the Iron Throne." After Oberon went to the frontier, Tyrion vaguely guessed something.

"In my opinion, Myrcella is also qualified to inherit the Iron Throne, but she is a good and obedient child," the prince said.

Tyrion took a sip of wine and nodded in agreement, "Yes, she is a good girl. Good children should live in gardens, and castles will make them bad, don't you think so, Your Highness."

Maybe he had the idea of ​​making Myrcella the queen, and his father and Cersei must have been very excited when they heard the news, but after seeing the child for the first time, Tyrion dismissed the idea.

"Oberon told you many things, right?" the prince asked.

"It tells a lot of stories."

They chatted for a long time, and Prince Doran's words were as cautious as the rumors said, without any emotion or attitude, as if he was just an outsider.

"Careful, extremely smart, thoughtful, and unfathomable, every word and every action will be carefully weighed and the consequences." Tyrion thought of Lord Tywin's evaluation of Prince Doran.

He walked down the stairs exhausted physically and mentally. All the way from King's Landing to Sunspear, Oberon hinted at the rebellion in Dorne, and all Tyrion could guess was to raise troops for Daenerys Targaryen.

Would Duke Tywin have missed it?No, Tyrion denied in his mind.

He only hoped that Myrcella would not be involved, but Prince Doran didn't seem to give him a clear answer. Tyrion knew that the Targaryen girl would definitely bring the justice they wanted for the Dornish people.

Dothraki, Ironmen, Dorne.Can such an alliance be strong?

Tyrion suddenly laughed at himself, what did all this matter to him, he was just a dwarf who was dependent on others now.

At this time, two people were walking towards them, and they walked hurriedly.

"Ser Manfred" Tyrion greeted one of them.

Sunspear's acting castellan, Manfred Martell, nodded at him.

Tyrion noticed that there were many damages on the armor of the young knight following Manfred. Although he didn't recognize the person, he recognized the coat of arms on the armor - Yronwood of Yronwood City family.

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(End of this chapter)