Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

As night fell, the banquet hall of the Dane family castle was brightly lit with candles.

The "generous" Miss Natalie hosted a banquet here for the distinguished guests.

Samwell specially put on the baronial gown that he just got. The exquisite tailoring technique and the high-quality silk material highlighted his tall and straight figure. The red velvet pom pom is dignified in its solemnity, and majestic in its seriousness.

So when the young Baron Yingzuiyu stepped into the hall, he immediately attracted many fiery eyes.

If he thinks that this person has just achieved a glorious victory, and that he has faintly controlled the power of Starfall City... the noble ladies present almost jumped on him.

"Sam!" Margaery Tyrell waved at the young baron.

The corners of Samwell's mouth turned up slightly. You must know that the daughter of the duke would not have greeted herself so unreservedly at the banquet before.

But after the Starfall City War, he could feel that Margaret's attitude was obviously more cordial than before.

Of course, he also knew that he was still far away from truly winning the favor of "Gaoting Rose".

Margaery's move was just to win over a promising vassal.

"Miss Margery." Samwell stepped forward and bowed, "Your beauty overshadows the stars tonight."

This is not bragging.

Margaery is really beautiful tonight. She is wearing a dignified and elegant palace dress. The design with a waist and back reveals the charm of a girl within a suitable range. A drop-shaped amethyst The necklace hangs in front of her elegant and slender neck. The almost perfect and delicate face coupled with the eyes that are as bright as water perfectly blend noble, pure and charming temperament together.

Margaery smiled sweetly, and was about to return the gift when she heard another voice next to her ear:

"No one can outshine the stars, Ser Caesar."

Margaery turned her head, and saw that Princess Arianne had come to her side at some point.

The Dorne princess was wearing a deep red close-fitting long dress, and her whole body was like a burning flame. Her sexy eyes and graceful figure were enough to ignite a fire in the hearts of all men.

"Your Royal Highness." Margaret felt threatened instinctively, "The person in front of you is no longer a knight, but the Baron of Yingzuiyu. You can call him Lord Baron or Lord Caesar."

"Sam." Princess Arianne chose the most affectionate address, "You haven't met Lord Jon yet, have you? Come, I'll take you there."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Samwell's arm.

Samwell quickly avoided Arianne's hand by taking the opportunity to stop the passing waiter. He took out three wine glasses from the waiter's tray, stuffed a glass for each of the two women in front of him, and said:

"Come on, let's drink tonight's starlight!"

But when he drank the wine in the glass, he found that the two women in front of him were just holding the wine glasses, looking at him with half-smiles.

Samwell cursed secretly, and was thinking about how to get out, when he saw a figure walking in the door—Natalie Dane.

"Ha! The master is here, I'm going to say hello."

Without waiting for a response, he walked towards the door quickly.

Natalie was also dressed up tonight. She was dressed in a bright yellow dress, which looked noble and cute, but the little girl was obviously not used to this kind of complicated and bloated dress, and her walking posture was a bit stiff.

However, this youthfulness and the weakness in the eyes can easily arouse the man's desire for protection.

"Miss Natalie, your beauty eclipses all the stars tonight." Samwell repeated what he had just praised Margaery without shame.

"Shan...Master Caesar." Natalie saw that Samwell seemed to have seen a savior, but under the gaze of many eyes, she still tried to maintain her restraint, "You are also... tonight, um, you look radiant."

Gotta get her a rhetoric teacher.

Samwell stretched out his arm for the little girl to hold, and said:

"Let's go, let's go to see Lord Jon. Also, remember next time, as the master, you should arrive earlier."

"Oh." Natalie muttered softly, "I actually went to look for you just now, but you weren't here..."

"What did you say?" Samwell didn't hear clearly.

"nothing."

The two came to the center of the hall, where Duke Jon was talking with Earl Landau and Ser Arleken.

This was the first time Samwell saw the most powerful old man in the Seven Kingdoms, and he felt a little disappointed.

Because Duke Jon really has a little Hand of the King, and he doesn't have the aura of the Prime Minister, just like an ordinary old man next door.

Moreover, I don't know if he is not in good health, or he is too tired from the long journey, and he still needs the help of a maid.

Huh? That woman doesn't look like a maid.

"Who is the woman supporting Duke Jon?" Samwell asked in Natalie's ear.

"Oh, that's the Duchess."

Lysa Tully?

Samwell's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Natalie asked puzzled.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

Everyone looked back and was dumbfounded.

Because, unexpectedly, a knight in full armor walked into the banquet hall!

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to step on everyone's hearts one after another, making them feel chills in their hearts.

Especially when they saw the naked eyes of the armored knight, which were like poisonous snakes.

However, no one dared to step forward to stop it, because the blazing sun halberd pattern on the chest of the armor had already announced the identity of the visitor——

"The Red Viper" Prince Oberyn Martell.

Boom!

Prince Oberyn stood still about ten steps away from Duke Jon, and smashed the spear in his hand to the ground.

This spear was eight feet tall and taller than a human being. The leaf-shaped spearhead shone with a cold black light. No one would doubt that it was covered with a blood-sucking throat-sealing poison.

"Jon Arryn!"

Prince Oberyn shouted fiercely,

"Today, I will take the justice that belongs to the Martell family with my own hands!"

The resounding voice echoed in the hall, instantly drowning out the originally cheerful atmosphere.

Everyone was silent, they were all stunned by Prince Oberyn's actions.

Princess Arianne watched her uncle's actions, but did not step forward to stop her.

Because she had already learned of her uncle's plan.

In this upcoming negotiation, Dawn actually has no bargaining chips, after all, they lost.

What cannot be obtained on the battlefield is even more difficult to obtain on the negotiating table.

And her father, Prince Doran, does not intend to continue the fight, which makes Dorne's current situation very embarrassing.

If the people of Hewan knew about this, they would definitely wantonly suppress Donne at the negotiating table.

Therefore, in order to show toughness and force Jon Arryn and the people of the River Bend to make appropriate concessions, Prince Oberyn planned this "performance".

Duke Jon looked at the menacing Prince Oberyn, his face remained unchanged.

The old prime minister straightened up suddenly, finally showing the majesty he should have as the hand of the king in charge of the power of the Seven Kingdoms.

He stepped forward to meet Prince Oberyn's eyes without any fear, and asked in an old but powerful voice:

"Oberon, what kind of fairness do you want?"

Prince Oberyn raised his spear in a flash, pointing the black spearhead at Duke Jon:

"Thirteen years ago, you came to Dorne. For the sake of the so-called peace, you forced our Martell family to swallow the unfair bitterness. Today, you came again, but this time, I will not give in easily For your so-called peace!"

Duke Jon smiled slightly: "You haven't even heard of my peace plan, how do you know it's unfair to Dorne?"

"Then you should talk about your peace plan." Prince Oberyn said coldly, "I hold my spear and armor, and I am all ears!"

Samwell looked at the scene in front of him, and realized why Prince Oberyn was acting in this play.

This "Red Viper" deliberately put on a frantic posture that would not give up.

Facing such a dangerous lunatic, if Duke Jon wanted to calm down this dispute, he might have to consider giving Dorne some dignity.

It has to be said that Prince Oberyn may seem reckless, but in fact there are subtleties in his roughness, and he is not really a reckless person.

"The peace plan is just to sit down, ahem, let's talk together." Duke Jon really began to try to appease the armored knight in front of him, "Ahem, I actually have some ideas, ahem, I am going to talk, ahem, Say, cough, cough, cough..."

Duke Jon coughed suddenly while he was talking, and the coughing became worse and worse, until finally he couldn't stand up straight.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Lysa quickly stepped forward to support her husband.

"Cough cough cough... I didn't... cough cough... something... cough cough cough..."

"He's choking," Prince Oberyn kindly reminded.

As soon as the words fell, Duke Jon suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

Lady Lysa let out a terrified scream. Kneeling beside her husband, she shook his body vigorously, then raised her head suddenly, pointed at Prince Oberyn, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"It's you! You killed him! You poisoned him!"

This sudden change was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, and the banquet hall exploded in an instant.

But Samwell stood there motionless, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he felt chills all over his body.

Shouts, screams, accusations, and howls... seemed to be very far away from him, like a world away.

He watched Jon Arryn vomit blood, Earl Randyll calling out to the guards, Sir Allerken roaring angrily, Prince Oberyn trying to explain, and Lady Lysa distraught...

Seeing everyone terrified and angry, at a loss...

The world is spinning, the light and shadow are fragmented, the banquet hall seems to be a theater stage, and the stage is full of lifelike puppets.

Their movements were stiff, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads.

And in the darkness where the stage lights couldn't reach, a pair of gray-green eyes were quietly watching all this.

The deep fog obscured the breath of conspiracy, but there was still a mocking voice, as if telling the biggest mystery in this Game of Thrones:

"Chaos is the ladder."