Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 300 Prisoner Exchange

  The Boneway is the only overland link between Dorne and the Stormlands.

  Starting from Yronwood City, extending northward, passing through Vail City, and finally Summer Hall.

   This section of the road is full of barren rocks and bones, surrounded by mountains and mountains, narrow, barren, and desolate.

  Sir Michael Metelling turned his head and looked at the tall and majestic city of Yronwood, and at the stormy land troops coming out of the city gate, he still couldn't believe it.

  Are we free?

  At the beginning, he led the army of Wulin City, responded to the call of the Iron Throne, and followed Duke Tywin Lannister to attack Dorne, but he never expected that the subsequent changes in the situation would be so strange.

   And he was actually a prisoner in Sunspear City for almost a year.

   What's more, he didn't expect that when he was redeemed, the Stormland had completely changed.

   "Dragon! Look! Dragon!"

  Sir Michael was brought back to his thoughts by the commotion of the soldiers around him. When he looked up, he saw a milky white dragon flying high in the sky.

   "Is that Caesar's dragon..." Sir Michael couldn't help opening his mouth, "It's really big."

   "It's time to call His Majesty Caesar." Ser Erin Ismond reminded, "He is the Storm King now."

  Hearing this ancient taboo that was only seen in ancient books, Sir Michael's complexion became a little complicated.

   After a long while, he spoke again and asked his companions:

   "Arin, are you ready to swear allegiance to this Storm King?"

"Do I have a choice?" Sir Alyn shrugged. "My father and grandfather both swore allegiance to His Majesty Caesar. You are the same. Madam Mary also went to Blood Cay, right? Then she should have admitted Caesar is the Storm King. So unless you draw a line with the Meteline family, you must serve Caesar."

  Sir Michael watched the white dragon passing over his head, exhaled a breath of foul air, and said:

"Actually, I have nothing to be unhappy about. This Caesar can go from a knight who was kicked out of the house to become the king of the stormland in just three years. It is indeed too powerful. And he also has a dragon. This time we will Redeemed from Dorne..."

   "I wouldn't offer my loyalty that easily." A slightly hoarse voice came.

  Sir Markle turned his head, and saw Sir Roland Connington, the lord of Griffin's Nest, approaching, and continued:

   "Unless Caesar can return all the fiefs that originally belonged to the Clinton family."

  Sir Michael knew that due to the defeat of Earl Jon Conrington in the War of the Reavers, "Mad King" Aerys deprived the Conrington family of a large area of ​​fiefdom, and now it has been reduced to a knight family.

   "Roland, I think you are delusional." Sir Alyn sarcastically sarcastically, "What qualifications does the Clinton family have to ask His Majesty Caesar for a fief?"

   Sir Roland's Yin-Yang Qi said:

   "Heh! You're called 'Your Majesty' quite fluently. You can't wait to pledge your allegiance before anyone sees you?"

  Sir Erin was about to retort when he was stopped by Sir Michael:

   "Don't pay attention to him, Erin, the Clinton family is in the hands of such idiots, so don't even think about returning to their former glory."

   After finishing speaking, the two left Roland behind and walked forward.

  Sir Roland spit out thick phlegm towards the backs of the two, and cursed a few words in a low voice. But as soon as he turned around, he saw the soldiers around him cast angry and contemptuous glances at him.

  It was only then that he realized that he had aroused public anger, and while shocked by Caesar's status in the hearts of these stormy soldiers, Roland didn't dare to say any more.

  But on the other side, Samwell rode a white dragon and landed on a high hill near the sea outside the city.

  Princess Arianne, who had been waiting for a long time, came up.

She wore sandals made of sand snakeskin, the laces were **** to her thighs, her black jade-like hair was curled into small curls, falling on her bare shoulders, and she wore a headdress with a sun-shaped copper plate on her forehead, Under the loose purple-yellow gauze that flutters in the wind, there is a plump and round body hidden.

   Long time no see, this Dorne princess looks more mature.

   "Caesar."

   "Arianne."

   The two greeted each other, and the words were full of gunpowder.

   Cleopatra felt the woman's hostility, and angrily let out a sulfurous roar.

  Surprised a lot of guards drew their swords one after another, but they didn't dare to step forward because of Bailong's power.

  Samwell patted the white dragon's wings to calm it down.

   "Where are the nobles of Dorne?" Princess Arianne asked, her temper was still as hot and direct as ever.

  Samwell pointed to the Dorne Sea on the right, and a sailboat with a double-headed eagle flag was slowly approaching the shore:

   "They're all on board."

   "Okay." Princess Arianne nodded, and then asked again, "Then how will you let my father go?"

   "If you want to go back to Doran, you can send someone to Storm's End to pick you up at any time."

  Princess Arianne was taken aback when she heard the words, obviously she didn't expect the other party to be so kind.

   "You won't stop?"

"Won't."

  Princess Arianne frowned, then her face changed drastically, and she said angrily:

   "What did you do to my father! You didn't kill him already, did you?"

   "He's still alive." Samwell smiled slightly, "And I can assure you that the Caesars have not harmed him in the slightest."

  Princess Arianne looked at Samwell suspiciously, as if she didn't believe his words at all.

  Samwell was too lazy to explain, he just pointed to the ship carrying the Dorne nobles, and said:

   "If you don't believe me, you can ask those people."

   "I will." Princess Arianne nodded.

  A gust of warm wind mixed with sand and dust blows in the face, and Samwell has already sat on the white dragon and flew up to the sky again.

Princess Arianne watched Samwell soaring in the sky, and suddenly couldn't help thinking, if she hadn't been so reckless in Starfall City, but resolved the conflict with Yingzui Islet peacefully, wouldn't it have happened? The current situation.

  Will Caesar and his white dragon become the help of the Martell family?

  But soon, she shook her head to get rid of these unrealistic thoughts, and led the guards to the coast.

  Caesar's unusual generosity just now filled her with doubts and worries.

  She originally thought that the other party refused to add her father to the prisoner exchange list, either because she wanted to use this as an excuse to blackmail Sunspear City, or she planned to detain her father permanently, or even kill her father.

   Unexpectedly, Caesar asked her to send someone to pick him up so simply.

   There are no conditions.

  No matter how stupid she is, she knows that there must be something wrong.

   While meditating, the sea boat has slowly docked.

  Watching the Dorne nobles disembark from the boat, Princess Arianne held back her worries and strode forward.

   "Earl Anders." Princess Arianne asked, "How is my father now?"

   "Your Highness Doran..." Earl Anders Yronwood dodged his eyes, "You are still in Storm's End, you should go talk to Caesar about the redemption terms."

   "It's been negotiated. Caesar agrees to let him go."

   "Yeah, that would be great."

   "But Caesar didn't ask for any conditions." Princess Arianne stared into Earl Anders' eyes, "This is really strange. Tell me, Lord Anders, what happened to my father."

   Earl Anders looked at the guards behind Princess Arianne, looked left and said:

   "His Royal Highness, let's go to the city and talk about it in detail."

  Princess Arianne's doubts grew stronger. Under such circumstances, how could she agree to enter the city.

  The castle behind him is the domain of the Yronwood family.

   "What happened to my father! Tell me!"

  Princess Arianne's eyes swept over the faces of the Dorne nobles, but none of them dared to look at them.

   "Tell me!" Princess Arianne questioned again, and at the same time waved her hand, the guards behind drew their swords and surrounded the Dorne nobles.

   "Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Earl Anders was also a little panicked.

   "Tell me, what did you do to my father!" Princess Arianne remembered what Caesar said just now, that she did not hurt Prince Doran. If so, it must be a nobleman of Dorne.

  Thinking of Caesar releasing him without any conditions, Princess Arianne's ominous premonition grew stronger.

   "Did Caesar tell you something?" Earl Anders tried to persuade, "Don't be fooled, he is clearly trying to sow discord."

   "So you didn't hurt my father?"

   "We..." Earl Anders suddenly hesitated.

   "Speak!" Princess Arianne roared.

   "Your Highness, you should quickly send someone to Storm's End to bring Prince Doran back." Earl Ull sighed.

  Princess Arianne looked at the many favored nobles who were dodging their eyes, and a strong sense of grief and indignation rose in her heart.

   "Okay!" She gritted her teeth and replied.

   Then, she waved her hand and said to the guards behind her:

   "Seize them all!"

  The nobles of Dorne suddenly yelled:

   "Your Highness, what are you doing!"

   "This is a conspiracy of the Stormlanders, you must not be fooled!"

   "Caesar made us do it all, he made us do it!"

  …

  Princess Arianne turned a deaf ear and just said coldly:

   "When I get my father back, if he is safe and sound, I will naturally let you go, otherwise..."

  At this time, there was a burst of noise on the bone road.

  Princess Arianne turned her head and saw the white dragon circling back and forth over the Stormland army, receiving cheers and praises from the soldiers one after another:

   "The Storm King!"

   "The Storm King!"

   "The Storm King!"