Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 395: goodbye natalie

  Chapter 395 Goodbye Natalie

   Tyrion stared wide-eyed, looking at the boy beside him.

  He guessed that the little Griffin should have Targaryen blood, possibly Blackfyre, but he did not expect that the other party turned out to be a direct descendant of Targaryen, the eldest grandson of the Mad King, and the first heir to the Iron Throne.

  Yes, this little Aegon's line of succession is still ahead of Princess Daenerys Targaryen.

   Even before Caesar.

   Moreover, he also understood why the Golden Group chose to land in Dorne.

   Not because of Prince Doran's promise, nor because of the marriage contract he guessed, but because this little Aegon, as the son of Princess Elia Martell, already had the blood of the ruler of Dorne in his body.

   Naturally, it is easier to obtain the support of the Dorne nobles.

  The soul hill knight's face changed for a while, and he said after a while:

   "But Aegon son of Rhaegar died in King's Landing during the Reaver's War."

   "Yes." Tyrion also said, "The Mountain smashed the head of Rhaegar's son, and my father personally placed his body under the Iron Throne as a gift to the new king."

"It was just the son of a tanner," Griffin said. "His mother died in childbirth, and his father sold him to Lord Varys, Chief Intelligence Officer of the Iron Throne, for a jug of Arbor Isle golden wine. The Tanner had many sons, but never tasted the golden wine.

  Lord Varys exchanged this child for the true Son of Rhaegar before the fall of King's Landing. "

  Varys was also involved? Tyrion's eyes rolled wildly, as if he understood a lot.

   "Who are you? Why should I believe your story?" Knight of Soul Hill asked.

"I am the King's Hand of the late king, Jon Connington, Earl of Griffin's Roost. Lady Namera Tolland knows me. Take my word back. Tell her that the dragon has returned and that the Tollands should open City gate, offer your loyalty."

  The Knight of Soul Hill bent down slightly, then turned his horse's head and returned to the city.

  Tyrion said:

   "I didn't expect you to be Rhaegar's son."

  Little Aegon straightened his chest and nodded reservedly:

"Yes."

  Tyrion smacked his lips and said, "However, a three-headed red dragon flag and a wonderful story may not bring the nobles of Dorne to their knees."

  Little Aegon's expression darkened, and he was about to say something when he saw the castle gate slam shut in front of him.

   As if he had been slapped loudly, a flush of humiliation immediately appeared on his face.

   "I'll just say it." Tyrion smiled gloatingly.

  Jon Colinton was not surprised. Seeing this, he just waved his hand and ordered coldly:

   "Siege."

  —————

  The sun sets, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlines mottled color patches between the sand dunes and the wilderness. The evening wind is hot and dry, blowing bursts of floating sand and flying all over the sky.

Natalie Dane was sitting on the back of a war horse, her straight and shapely long legs folded together and swayed slightly, her beautiful face was faintly visible under the wrapping of the veil, and the joy and expectation of a girlish feeling flowed from the corners of her eyes and brows .

  Her mood at the moment is as gorgeous as the sunset glow in the sky.

   After a year and a half, she could finally see the man she had been thinking about day and night again.

  After receiving the letter, Natalie's joy was beyond words. She immediately summoned the army as quickly as possible, and then rushed over all the way.

   "Miss, the city of Yronwood is ahead."

"Um."

  Natalie looked at the tall castle standing on the dangerous mountain pass, and suddenly became inexplicably disturbed.

  Now that man is king and has married two wives...

  She suddenly didn't know how to face him.

  A year ago in Starfall City, she had the courage to kiss him, but now, this courage is easily blown away like floating sand in the sky.

  Only that deep dependence and love stretches like a sea of ​​sand.

"dragon!"

  An exclamation interrupted Natalie's chaotic thoughts. She raised her head and saw a black shadow flying towards her in the afterglow of the setting sun.

  As the distance got closer, the white dragon's figure became clearer, and its spread wings cast a large shadow on the sand.

   It really is him! And his white dragon! Natalie jumped up uncontrollably.

  The white dragon swooped down, rolling up dust all over the sky, and the scorching wind made the horses retreat one after another, neighing in panic.

  The war horse under Natalie was so frightened that it stood up.

   "Ah—" Natalie let out an exclamation, trying her best to stabilize the horse's body, but it slid down and backward uncontrollably.

  But just before she landed, she was hugged by a pair of powerful arms.

  The familiar breath rushed over, and Natalie's hanging heart immediately settled down.

   "Sam!" She put her arms around the man's neck and cried out in surprise.

   "I haven't seen you for a year, but I know how to ride a horse." Samwell said with a smile, "It's just that the technology needs to be improved."

   Seeing that the man still cared for her as before, the anxiety in Natalie's heart disappeared instantly, and a sweet smile appeared on her face:

   "Then teach me."

   "Okay." Samwell replied, but he didn't intend to let go of the little girl in his arms.

   At this time, the wind and sand had subsided, and Natalie realized that she was shy when she noticed the eyes of the people around her, but she was reluctant to leave the man's embrace.

   "Want to ride a dragon?" Samwell asked.

   "Hmm!" Natalie forgot her shyness for a while, and nodded heavily.

  Samwell laughed, and just hugged her and jumped onto the dragon's back.

   Cleopatra flapped her wings and once again set off a mad sky full of sand.

  The knights of the Dane family held their breath, watching their lords follow the Storm King on a dragon, with different expressions.

   "Will His Majesty Caesar marry Miss Natalie?" Someone asked in a low voice.

   "If you are hugging and hugging in public like this, you will definitely marry."

   "However, His Majesty Caesar already has two queens."

   "Since you have married two, why can't you marry a third one?"

   "The conqueror only married two..."

   "Okay." Viscount Hughes Dane stopped everyone's discussion, "Let's go to the city."

  The army started again and slowly moved towards Yronwood City.

  On the other side, Samwell and Natalie have landed in the city riding a dragon.

  Gennessee Yronwood stepped forward to salute, saying:

   "Count Natalie Dane, welcome to Yronwood City."

  Natalie was hugged by Samwell and jumped off the back of the dragon, her face was still flushed with excitement, and she quickly returned the salute upon hearing this.

   Guan Nisse turned to Samwell again and reported:

   "Your Majesty, the Tolan family of Soul Hill just sent a letter saying that the golden group landed at Broken Arm Point, but they raised three red dragon flags and are attacking their castle."

   "Three-headed red dragon flag?" Natalie asked puzzled, "Isn't that the flag of the Targaryen family?"

   "Yes. The Golden Company claim to be fighting for His Royal Highness Aegon Targaryen, grandson of the Mad King."

   "Aegon...wasn't he dead long ago?"

   "It is said that the one killed by the Magic Mountain was only the son of a leather craftsman, and the real Highness Aegon was sent to the other side of the narrow sea." Guannesse said and handed the letter to Samwell.

  Samwell was not surprised by this. He spread out the letter and glanced at it casually, and said with a light smile:

   "Natalie, how many troops did you bring this time?"

   "Six thousand."

   "The strength of the Golden Regiment is around 10,000." Guan Nisai said, "Your Majesty, do you want to send an envoy to let Sir Oliver lead the army back?"

   "No need. Six thousand is enough." Samwell crumpled up the letter, "A group of mercenaries want to participate in this Game of Thrones after finding a fake prince. It's too whimsical."

  (end of this chapter)