Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1127 Doni the Hedgehog
"Prince Brandon is so handsome."

Targaryen's looks were impeccable, and when Branford appeared on the stage, he caused a burst of applause among the ladies.

Because he has practiced swordsmanship all the year round, he is not as weak as the little white-faced poet. His tall figure and sharp muscles also made the knights in the hall feel good about him.

"This is the most handsome young man I have ever seen. If he had appeared 20 years earlier, your father would never have been able to become the king of Cintra anyway." Calanthe tilted his head and said to his daughter.

Tyrion's cheek muscles twitched slightly: If you married him 20 years ago, the name of the mad king might resound throughout the world.

The succession laws of Sintra are very harsh on women.

Queen Calanthe is the only heir of the previous king, but she cannot be the queen, her husband is the new king.If the new king has legal reasons to divorce her, the throne will still go to the divorced husband, and his new wife will become queen.

After Calanthe gave birth to Pavetta, she had two miscarriages, her body was damaged, and she could not conceive again.Therefore, the king thought that she could not give birth to a male heir for himself, and planned to remarry a queen.

Before the plan was put into action, he fell ill and died, and there have been rumors that it was Calanth's hand.

If Bran and Calanthe were married 20 years ago, and Bran wanted to become the mad king, Calanther might not be able to stop him.

"I am the direct descendant of the God-King, and the elder brother of the King of Westeros. Of course, I am the one who wants to marry Princess Pavetta, not my grandmother and the king's brother.

When I say this, I just want to prove to you and everyone here that my bloodline is absolutely worthy of Her Royal Highness. "

While speaking, he also gracefully turned around and bowed to the nobles on both sides of the hall.

"What is the king of gods? What about the king of Westeros?" A handsome poet playing the accordion asked curiously.

"The king of gods, as the name suggests, is the king of the gods." Bran said with a smile.

"Is there really a god? The king of the gods, who canonized it?" The poet was shocked.

"Don't you believe that there are gods in the world?" Bran asked rhetorically.

In any country of Western culture, not believing in God is heresy, even a heinous crime.

"Of course I believe in the gods. In fact, I am still a believer in Melitelli." The poet said immediately.

"My great-great-grandmother was a god, the king of the gods, my great-grandfather was the sun god, and my great-grandmother was the goddess of the moon. It's no secret. In our world, anyone who asks will know."

Everyone in the "Sun God, Moon God" hall was stunned.

Bran smiled complacently, and continued: "No one needs to canonize the evil gods and monsters who oppose the king of gods, and they would have died a hundred years ago.

On the contrary, my great-grandfather's sun god was canonized by his mother. She built a sun for my great-grandfather, loaded it in the sun god chariot, and was guarded by my great-grandfather.

When I was six years old, my grandfather carried me to Guanghan Palace to visit my great-grandmother.

If I am extremely honored to marry Pavetta, I think it will not be difficult to take her to meet the Sun Chariot. "

Living myths and legends appeared beside him, and even the strong-willed Queen Cintra was too shocked to speak.

She knew earlier that the Dragon Queen that she had agreed with her ancestors was a god, but now this is not a god, but a god!

Or the gods of the sun god and moon god who sound very tall.

The dwarf sighed and broke the silence: "Boy, stop bragging. You are not qualified to approach the chariot of the sun. It only takes a moment for the sun to burn you to ashes."

But what he said not only did not break Bran's "cowhide", but proved from the side that the king of gods, the sun god, and the sun chariot are all facts.

The crowd couldn't help exclaiming and whispering in low voices, and for a moment, Prince Bran seemed to have another radiant aura.

Bran smiled awkwardly at his uncle and Queen Calanthe, then turned to Princess Pavetta with an indifferent expression, and said sincerely: "Sintra is the jewel of the northern countries, and you, Princess Paveta, you are Sintra. Pull the stars!
No matter what kind of status I have or how noble my family is, it just allows me to increase my self-confidence, the self-confidence of saying 'love and marriage' in front of you. "

"Hehe, this little guy can really talk." Calanthe said to Tyrion with a smile.

The dwarf stroked his beard and nodded silently, but he was thinking in his heart: This kid has a bit of style from my ancestor!
It's a pity that these beautiful words still failed to make the princess take the initiative.

Bran frowned, smiled again, and said loudly: "Only the best man is worthy of Her Royal Highness, birth and blood are only one of them, but character and ability are more important.

I am the eldest son and grandson of the Kingdom, and I have been placed high hopes by my father and grandfather since I was a child. I was enlightened at the age of two, learned poetry at the age of three, practiced swordsmanship at the age of four, and became a second-level warrior at the age of seven. I shot and killed a flower during autumn hunting. spotted tiger.

At the age of 12, I did not expect to break through the fourth-level great knight and the fourth-level fire wizard, and entered the Imperial University without taking the exam.

In swordsmanship and witchcraft, no one of my age is my opponent, including my Targaryen cousins ​​and cousins.

Just on the way to Sintra, I killed a manticore for a small town in Temeria. "

"Yes, you are a warrior." Calanthe looked at Bran more solemnly than before.

"How do you feel, Pavetta?" she asked her daughter.

Princess Paveta was wearing a blue velvet corset dress, her thick blond hair was braided into long braids hanging down to her chest, her face like a bright moon did not show any joy or shyness as it should, but was a little out of her mind.

"Mother, I—"

"Bang-bang!" The gate of the palace was slammed open, and two soldiers in full armor fell in from the outside.

The one who broke in was a warrior in gray leather armor with a short black cloak and a helmet covering his face.

"I'm sorry, Queen Calanthe, gentlemen, please forgive my rash intrusion and the conflict with the palace soldiers. I really want to talk, but they won't listen!"

The nobles at the banquet were all whispering, Princess Pavetta's eyes lit up first, but immediately became worried again.

Queen Calanthe looked gloomy, squinting at her court mage with reproachful eyes.

The old Druid looked embarrassed, and murmured in a low voice: "Guests come in and out, there is no enchantment at the gate, but it's crazy to break into the heavily guarded palace alone."

"I have no malice, please give me some time to explain my purpose." the gray armored knight said.

Because it was a marriage-selection banquet, and because the other party was wearing armor representing his identity—this was a knight, and the soldiers and nobles at the banquet watched the situation quietly and did not act immediately.

The samurai didn't waste any time, and quickly came to the center of the hall, pushed the dazed Prince Bran a step away, and knelt down on one knee facing Calanthe: "I am Duny of Erlenwald, and I am also here for the selection banquet. , please allow me to marry your daughter, Her Majesty the Queen! My reasons are stronger than anyone else's."

Princess Pavetta looked excited, her eyes were moist, the dwarf frowned, Calanthe's chest rose and fell rapidly, and her expression gradually became ferocious.

But before she had time to get mad, Prince Brandon couldn't help it.

"Knight Duny, this is a wedding ceremony. Of course you are qualified to propose to the princess, but can I finish my sentence first, it's my turn now!" he said angrily.

Cavalier Dhoni glanced sideways at Brandon, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness from another world, you've said enough, but the princess didn't give you a good look."

Brandon may have a personality problem, but he is definitely not stupid. He looked up at the princess and said in surprise, "You—"

"Dony, there is no surname, Illenwald, a small place where no bird shits, no one knows you, take off your helmet, my palace does not welcome people who hide their heads and show their tails." Calanthe said coldly.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I have sworn a knight's oath that I cannot show my face before the No. 12 bell rings." Duny bowed.

"Nonsense!" Bran immediately guessed that "the adulterer who stole his lover" had something to hide, and slapped Duny on the back of the head.

With cleverness, only the helmet was knocked off, and Doni was not hurt at all.

"Bang!" The helmet rolled on the floor several times, and there was no sound at the scene. Everyone, including Brandon, was stunned by Donnie's appearance.

"Monster, this is a demon!" After regaining consciousness, a lady screamed at the top of her voice.

"Hedgehog?" Bran took two steps back.

After taking off the helmet, a monster with a black head and black face, a hedgehog nose and spiky hair was revealed. It really looks like a hedgehog has become a spirit.

"Demon hunter, I treated you as a distinguished guest, now it's your turn to repay me by killing this monster." Calanthe said through gritted teeth.

"But he's not a monster." The witcher frowned.

"he is!"

"He's not!" the witcher said firmly.

Calanthe glared at him and shouted orders to the soldiers: "Kill this monster!"

Immediately, several soldiers rushed up. It was like a meat bun beating a dog, and they were knocked to the ground by Doni in two or three hits.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, avoiding being drawn into the fight.

"You made a wise choice," Duny said, picking up the iron sword and giving Brandon a sideways look.

Brandon Jun blushed and was about to say something, but the hedgehog turned to Calanthe and said loudly: "The lioness of Cintra, I am entitled to my things. Princess Pavita is the request of the law of accidents!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence in the hall, and many nobles were dumbfounded and at a loss.

Calanthe was short of breath and spoke even more urgently, "Prince Brandon, are you willing to help me take down this madman?"

The dwarf raised his hand and was about to say something, but Brandon was overjoyed, and immediately bowed to salute, "I'm so happy!"

Brandon's steps were exquisite and quick, and everyone in the hall felt dazed. The prince from another world had already arrived behind Doni the Hedgehog, flicking his fingers.
Hitting the aorta on the side of Doni's neck, the movement was elegant and easy, so slow that everyone could see what he had done, but Doni didn't resist, he let out a muffled grunt, and fell limp on the ground.

"So strong!" The guards rushing in from outside the palace all stood there dumbfounded.

Not only the guards, but also Queen Calanthe and her noble knights were shocked.

——This kid is not lying, not an embroidered pillow!

"Prince Bran has touched the threshold of the Juggernaut." At the banquet, Sophia said with a serious expression.

"Boy, you made an unwise choice!" Brandon said proudly.

"Law of Accidents" Doni the Hedgehog seemed to be stuck in the head with a stick. He just held his breath and lay struggling on the floor. "

Bran ignored him, "Your Majesty, what to do with this beast?"

"Kill him, Pavetta will be your wife." Calanthe said coldly.

The dwarf hesitated to speak.

Bran was overjoyed.

In order to please his ancestors, he doesn't mind taking over, anyway, he has made countless men become takers!

(End of this chapter)