Chapter 242
"Black castle, black dragon." Shireen's voice came from the room, tender and sweet.
Maester Cressen lowered his head and beat his calf, which slightly relieved the pain of climbing stairs.
When he heard this, he guessed that Patchface, the jester, had told some teasing riddles in Shireen's ears. Cressen couldn't hear any jokes in them. This was a sign of malfeasance in the eyes of the old maester.
Cressen had always hated Patchface for not teaching Stannis even a little bit of humor.
He pushed open the wooden door and saw Celine lowering her head and playing with her dragon ornaments. Cressen remembered that these were toys that Stannis had specially sought out the most outstanding craftsmen in the Eastern Continent to make for the princess.
It's a pity. Maester Cressen sighed and approached Shireen, "Princess, what are you talking about?"
Shireen turned around, a smile on her face.
The happier the princess looked, the heavier the pain in her heart became.
The maester managed a smile in response to the overwhelming enthusiasm.
"I'm preparing evidence to argue with Patchface," Shireen moved the dragon aside, opened a thick stack of books, and pointed to a passage in it. Cressen squinted his eyes and leaned closer to barely see clearly.
That is a record in Dance of the Blood Dragons, "The prodigal prince Daemon Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen fought a decisive battle over the Lake of the God's Eye. They both fell to the bottom of the lake, disappeared without a trace, and perished together."
The princess was reading Daemon's history, and Cressen frowned slightly. He clearly remembered how some seniors in the academy evaluated this prince who was both good and evil.
"As we all know, the Targaryen family is full of geniuses and madmen, and Prince Daemon is both." Cressen murmured, not wanting Shireen to read this history.
"Patchface said," Shireen didn't hear the dissatisfaction in Maester Cressen's words, "He saw a black dragon spreading its wings on the black castle and spitting fire."
Black Death? Cressen thought.
"I said it was the Black Death, but Patchface didn't believe it." Before Shireen could finish speaking, Patchface suddenly jumped out from behind the door.
"Black dragon! Black castle! Not the Black Death! It's too big!" The thick fat on his patchy face seemed to be overflowing with water. He jumped up and down, his tone exaggeratedly high.
"Only the Black Death has appeared in the sky above Harrenhal. You are wrong. I have read the history books." Shireen seemed to want to reason with Patchface, but everyone knew it was useless.
Patchface covered his ears, "Don't listen, don't listen!" He screamed and ran out of the door again.
Cressen suppressed his discomfort. He had no time to talk to Shireen about this. He coughed slightly and said, "Princess, I have something to discuss with you."
Shireen blinked. She put down the thick book in her hand, straightened her posture, and looked at the bachelor with a serious look on her face.
A touch of heartache came up again, and Cressen suppressed the waves in his heart. He tried his best to keep smiling, lowered his voice, and corrected his tone to be gentler.
"Go ahead, Grandpa Cressen." Shireen said, smiling.
Hell, she was even comforting herself, and Maester Cressen felt like tears were about to fall from her eyes.
"Princess. Our king, Stannis I Baratheon, was..." Cressen swallowed, his lips trembling, "and was captured by Joffrey's rebels."
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Shireen's expression stagnated in place, and huge speechlessness enveloped her, accompanied by grief.
Davos consciously stood in the corner of the main hall of Dragonstone. He looked absently at the crowned stag banner hanging above the main hall.
The main hall was crowded with so many people for the first time. Davos looked around, including the two knights of Florentine, the bastard knight of Nightsong City, Roland Storm, whom he admired very much, the knights of Velaryon, and Crab Island. Knight.
The cold wind blew from the sea and poured in through the open vents of the main hall of Dragonstone Castle. A coldness enveloped him, as well as all the vassals and knights loyal to Stannis.
Axel Florent's trumpet-like voice echoed in the chirping main hall, "The top priority is to return to Dragonstone and cut off the connection between the Qingting Island fleet and King's Landing. They have no supply place to stay, and we can easily defeat them." them"
"The traitor's brother is unworthy of speaking!" A retort immediately appeared in the main hall, interrupting Sir Axel Florent's words.
Stannis definitely doesn't want to see this scene, Davos thought. He trusts Asell himself far more than the Florent family, and has always let him serve as the acting lord of Dragonstone and be responsible for the logistics of the entire fleet. Yaser Florent's face suddenly turned red. He knocked on the table and shouted angrily, "The Florent family had close to a thousand infantrymen participating in the Battle of the Blackwater River, and nearly four hundred people died there. My brother’s surrender cannot represent my will!”
The man being scolded was also Stannis's most trusted knight, Ser Gud Morrigan, even though he had been Renly Baratheon's Rainbow Guard and wore green.
He did not flinch, but faced him head-on. "The Lord of Stormland cannot accept a traitor, let alone trust the words of a traitor."
Axel Florent's tense face faced Gud Morrigan, "I have sworn allegiance to King Stannis from the beginning until death. If you insult me in this way, I will fight in a duel." Come and express your feelings!”
Davos noticed that the knights in the surrounding Stormlands all showed disdain.
"Renly is our only choice." Imri Florent, who had been sitting aside and almost died on the Fury, finally spoke, using more controversial words to stir up a greater conflict.
The main hall was once again filled with the noise of argument, this time much louder than the previous times.
"He has been sent to the ship and headed to the Great Wall. At this time, I am afraid he has been sworn to become a Night Watchman. The Night Watchman has sworn not to have anything to do with the affairs of the kingdom." Davos almost blurted out.
Yaser Florent looked at Imrie Florent with the same surprise, "Nephew, you."
Imri Florent glanced contemptuously at Davos who spoke out, "The smuggler is not qualified to speak." He turned to look at his uncle, "King Stannis once said that Renly is his Heir, before he gives birth to his eldest son"
"The person sent to the Great Wall has no right to interfere with the throne," Roland Storm, the bastard son of Nightsong City, said without hesitation, "No matter who he is." The bastard knight added.
Imri seemed a little afraid of this illegitimate son of Nightsong City, and his words were obviously flinching, "It is true, but today is different from the past."
"Not at any time," Roland Storm said firmly.
Imrie Florent's eyes widened and he breathed slightly, looking like he was about to retreat.
"I don't think so," said Ser Goodmorrigan, who had just interrupted Axel Florent. He stared at the bastard, "Your Lord Brienne Cullen is still King Renly's Rainbow Guard. Could it be that he Will you listen to your illegitimate brother?”
The arguments grew louder, and Davos could see that fame, fortune, honor, and the obsessions in everyone's hearts were pouring out, colliding and fighting with each other in the quarrel.
Davos took a long breath, stood up, and shouted, "There is another option!"
Everyone's eyes fell on him, with suspicion, disdain, respect, and impatience.
"Renly has put on black clothes. There is no doubt that the false king Joffrey has regarded us as a mortal enemy, and there is no possibility of forgiveness. There is only one person with the most legal justice who can gather all the nobles who value honor," Davos Feeling a little nervous inside, he looked at everyone.
"King Stannis's only living bloodline, Shireen Baratheon!" he shouted.
"A little girl?" Good Morrigan's question was filled with disdain.
"The king is created, and the princess is the most legal. There is no doubt about it!" The illegitimate son of Nightsong City took a step closer, and Good Morrigan couldn't help but take a step back in fear.
The bastard turned to look at Davos, trust written in his eyes, "King Stannis trusts Ser Davos Seaworth the most. He passes on all his thoughts personally. His opinions best reflect King Stannis's will." .”
Roland Storm took out his sword, "Long live Queen Shireen Baratheon!"
The knights of Dorne March and Stormland immediately drew their swords, "Long live Queen Shireen Baratheon!"
Axel Florent only hesitated for a moment before raising his sword and said, "Long live Queen Shireen Baratheon!"
The sound surrounded Davos's ears, and nervousness surged into his heart, but more of it was joy.
Davos vowed to make up for the trust King Stannis had placed in him.
(End of chapter)