Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  After the storm subsided, the Dorne Sea returned to its former tranquility. The azure sea surface was like a bright ruby, shimmering in the sun.

  Lord Anders Yronwood climbed aboard the Purple Grape and met Lord Paxter Redwyne, Lord of Arbor Island.

   "Master Paxter, you don't need to waste your time here. Caesar is not dead, and he was also supported by the nobles of the Stormlands, and he was crowned as the Storm King."

   "The Storm King?" Earl Paxter was stunned for a while before asking sullenly, "What happened yesterday?"

  Earl Anders recounted everything that happened at the coronation ceremony.

  Earl Paxter was silent for a long time after hearing this.

"So, it doesn't make any sense for you to besiege Blood Reef Island now." Earl Anders said again, "Caesar has a dragon and can leave at any time, and the nobles of the Stormlands have basically been sent away, leaving only Dorne and the river bay The nobles are here. Of course, Margaery and Loras of the Tyrell family have also been sent away, so you have no bargaining chips.

  Caesar also made it clear that if you attack, he will kill all the nobles of the Dorn River on the island, and ride away by himself on a dragon. "

   Seeing a fierce light flash in Earl Paxter's eyes, Earl Anders quickly persuaded:

   "That's right, you can indeed force Caesar to kill people and make him offend the big families in Dorne, but you, Qingting Island, don't even think about gaining Dorne's friendship.

  After this assassination, Caesar has broken with High Court. Now that he has the support of Stormland and the assistance of the Hewan Horse Party, your Deer Party is obviously at a disadvantage. Do you want to add another batch of new enemies?

   On the contrary, if you let us go, I can guarantee that Dorn will become the help of the Deer Party, so that the strength of the two sides can be rebalanced, and the Horse Party and Caesar will not dare to easily provoke a war. "

  Earl Paxter fell into deep thought, before saying after a while:

   "You promise? Prince Doran is not dead yet?"

"Doran is indeed not dead yet. But I don't think Caesar will let him go back alive." Earl Anders said, "And even if he can return to Sunspear City alive, do you think he can still make the Dorne families continue to obey their orders? ?

  In the past few years, Dorn has suffered successive defeats under his rule, and now he has made such a thing on his own initiative, hmph! I think he was tortured by illness and lost his former wisdom, and he is no longer suitable to lead Dorne. "

  Seeing that Earl Anders no longer concealed his ambition, Earl Paxter said thoughtfully:

   "I remember you have a son, let him marry my daughter Desmera, and I will withdraw the fleet from Weidao."

"You mean Cletus?" Earl Anders shook his head and said with eyes flashing, "I'm really sorry, Lord Paxter, he already has a marriage contract. How about it, my youngest daughter, Gwenise, is smart and beautiful, how about Let her marry your son Horace."

  Earl Paxter nodded in agreement: "Yes."

  Seeing that the agreement was reached, Earl Anders showed a smile on his face, and then returned to Blood Reef Island.

  Samwell, who got the news, rode on the white dragon and saw the Arbor Island fleet leave with his own eyes in the air. Then he asked Earl Selwyn to send a signal for the Tas Island fleet to come and pick them up.

   "Your Majesty Caesar." While waiting, Earl Anders found Samwell again and said, "I heard that you have three smart and beautiful younger sisters who are not married yet?"

  Samwell glanced at this person thoughtfully, nodded: "Yes."

   "My son Cletus happens to have no engagement yet. I wonder if he will be lucky enough to marry one of them?" Earl Anders asked sincerely.

   "Let your son go to Horn Hill." Samwell did not refuse, "I still need my father to nod and agree to this matter."

   "Of course." Earl Anders smiled brightly.

  Seeing that this person had the intention to take refuge in him, some thoughts suddenly popped up in his heart, and he said:

   "Earl Anders, I will trouble you to go to Sunspear City as an envoy later and tell the Martell family that I am willing to exchange Lord Dorne for the Stormland army stranded in Sunspear City."

   Earl Anders unconsciously asked in a low voice:

   "The Dorne lords you mentioned... include Prince Doran?"

  Samwell took a deep look at this person, and asked:

   "If not included, do you have a way to get Sunspear City to agree to a prisoner exchange?"

   Earl Anders smiled:

   "I can try. Now the Martell family is headed by that stupid woman, Arianne, who is much easier to deal with than Doran."

   "Okay." Samwell smiled, "I am also reluctant to leave Prince Doran just like this. I also want to take him to Storm's End and talk to him about religion, art and cyvasse."

   Earl Anders laughed out loud:

   "Then you'd better keep him for a while, Prince Doran is knowledgeable and a good conversation partner."

   While speaking, the ship with the yellow sun and white moon quartered coat of arms has appeared in sight.

   While the Dornishmen were being escorted onto the ship, Earl Selwyn found Samwell and said:

   "Your Majesty, you still have to be careful of Anders Yronwood, this guy may not be trustworthy."

"I know." Samwell said, "Now that the Martell family is declining, I need to use the ambition of the Yronwood family to muddy Dorne. But in the future, it is not certain who will rule Dorne. .”

   Speaking of this, Samwell thought of Natalie Dane whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

  However, with the little girl's current prestige and strength, it is obviously not enough to rule Dorne.

  So, let the Yronwood family be the vanguard against the Martell family.

   Waiting for everyone on the island to get on the boat, Samwell left alone with Prince Doran riding a dragon just to be on the safe side.

  Prince Doran lay on the back of the white dragon in an awkward position. He struggled to look at Samwell, facing the howling cold wind, and said loudly:

   "Caesar! Maybe we can talk!"

  Samwell looked ahead, ignoring Prince Doran at all.

   "Do you know what your biggest problem is now?" Prince Doran continued, "You have too many enemies! You have too few allies!"

  Samwell finally turned around and smiled coldly:

   "Doran, I won't believe a word of what you say."

   "Not trusting a person at all is as stupid as trusting a person completely..." Prince Doran hadn't finished speaking when Samwell kicked him off the dragon's back.

"ah-"

  Prince Doran fell from a height, his heart filled with despair and fear.

   But just when he thought he was about to fall and be smashed to pieces, the White Dragon swooped down and caught Prince Doran in his claws.

  Although he did not die, Prince Doran was honest now.

   All the way back to Storm's End, Samwell jumped off the dragon's back, and said to Prince Doran who collapsed on the ground:

   "Doran, thank you for teaching me an important lesson. Trust is indeed a dangerous thing. You never know when it will turn into a poisonous snake and bite you."

  Prince Doran suffered a great crime along the way. He was already in extremely poor health, and now he was almost out of breath, so he still struggled to speak:

   "Caesar...you...listen to me...you still...have a fatal weakness..."

  Unfortunately, Samwell ignored him at all and strode away.

  At the gate of the castle hall, Samwell saw his younger brother Dickon Tarly.

   "Brother!" Dickon smiled innocently and waved his hand, "You're back!"

   "Are you all healed?" Samwell asked with a smile. He stared into his brother's eyes.

   Did not see the red-golden light from it.

   "It's nothing serious." Dickon waved his arms a few times, "I've started to resume training, and it won't be long before I can fight with my brother again."

   "That's pretty good." Samwell hesitated, but still asked, "How are you recovering your past memories? Can you still remember those forgotten things?"

  Dickon shook his head: "It's still the same."

  Samwell was silent for a moment, then laughed:

   "It's okay, take your time. It will be fine."

   "Yes!" Dickon nodded heavily, and then said, "Brother, my father sent a letter yesterday, telling me to return to Horn Hill after I recover from my injury. Besides, there is another letter for you."

   As he spoke, he took out an unopened letter from his arms and handed it to Samwell.

   "Okay. Then you go back first." Samwell didn't rush to read the letter, and said to his brother, "You have been away from home for a long time."

   "Okay." Dickon was a little disappointed when he heard this, "Brother, will you visit me often?"

   "Of course. And I should also go to the river bend in a few days." Samwell comforted, "See you soon."

   "Okay." Dickon regained his smile in an instant.

   After chatting for a while, he left for the training ground.

  Samwell looked at the back of his brother going away, and said nothing for a long time.