Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

Soon, Sir Prill, who was resting in the tent, was summoned by Cersei.

I have to say that this girl is even prettier than the one in the TV series. She has wavy golden hair, charming green eyes like a cat, and she exudes the ripe scent of summer peaches all the time.

"Your Highness the Queen!" Sir Prior bowed and saluted.

Cersei asked her brother Jaime to stand aside and act like a polite corporal. After a period of useless greetings, she invited Prior to come closer and put her soft lips almost against his ear, which felt numb to the touch. , she told her plan in detail.

"Haha, Her Majesty the Queen, are you going to do nothing?" Priel sneered, "What a good trick. Using an illusory identity as a lord, you want to make me work for you?"

"Presumptuous!" James raised his sword eyebrows, pulled out the sword on his waist with a "clunk" sound, and pointed the sword's edge directly at Prior.

"Instead of inducement, let's change it to coercion?" Prior was not nervous at all. He had already seen Bran coming down from the broken tower safely, so he naturally guessed that Cersei's adultery had been exposed. They were the ones who were nervous at this time. Both are right.

"Jaime, get out!" Cersei shouted to her brother.

James left angrily.

Cersei was close to Ser Prior, and the milky-white snow was in front of the latter's arm, looking away from her and retreating at the slightest touch, which was particularly alluring.

If it was Sir Prior, then it would definitely be sex and soul empowerment, but what big scene did Jaehaerys say he hadn't seen before? That's it?

Just look at it, it will really kill you if you eat it.

However, in order to fit the character, Prior still had to work hard to look like Brother Pig. His eyes looked like he had grown hands, and he wanted to peel off the papaya immediately...

Cersei expressed her satisfaction. A woman's appearance and body are her sharpest weapons, especially a queen. Who doesn't want to be the queen's guest?

Usually, as long as she exposed her shoulders and gave her a look, countless nobles and knights would rush to serve her.

Today's sweet cake has been given too much, she thought silently in her heart.

"Your Majesty, you must give me a deposit, otherwise I will feel uneasy!" Purell said covetously.

"Oh! Cute little guy, what kind of deposit do you want?" Cersei blew into Sir's ear, almost giving him goosebumps.

There are two young and beautiful girls in my family. Who cares about these old helpers?

In addition to racial reasons, both men and women in Westeros generally have strong hair. Although their facial features are three-dimensional, their shelf life is too short.

A woman in her thirties who had given birth many times, her once slender waist was now obviously carrying fat, and she pretended to be innocent with Jaehaerys...

"I need a little bit of your hair... to relieve the pain of lovesickness!" Purr simply thought she was a cow. If you want the cow to produce milk, you have to put in some effort, right?

"Hehe, my lovely knight, do you just want some hair? Maybe I can give you a sweet kiss?" Cersei looked at him charmingly and ran her hand down along his breastplate...

Finally, he pulled out the dagger from his waist, cut off a bunch of hair ends, twisted it in his hand and teased Jazz's cheeks. He found it quite interesting to see Jazz's blushing face.

Maybe this Prior would be a good bed partner? There was a ripple in her heart.

"Oh my God! How could you have such a... cute idea?" Priel clenched his hands into fists. He could hardly suppress his desire to kill someone. The old witch was teasing me with her hair? You're teasing your father!

"Bah!" Cersei's eyes were blurry. She hadn't seen such a cute person for a long time, so she couldn't help but go over and take a bite.

"Huhu... I'm going to leave soon!" Pryor immediately clasped his fists with both hands, took his hair and turned around to leave.

"Chichi!" Cersei's wanton laughter came from behind, and he quickly quickened his pace, moving very fast, as if he had been chased away by a dog.

He was afraid that if he walked any slower, he would burst into tears!

James watched the young man rush out of the room and hurried in. He saw Cersei's face was rippling, and she couldn't help but stretched out her sinful hands...

Bran was a little hesitant now. When he saw a scene in the ruined tower that shook his world, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

As a child of a lord, he is well-informed. After all, every time the Duke entertains the lords at the Harvest Festival, the uninhibited lords and riders will randomly grab the maids and find a random place to have sex after the banquet. place...

Therefore, he is no stranger to matters between men and women, but the problem is that the other party is the queen and his brother...

Wouldn't the gods curse such behavior?

He didn't know whether he should tell his father, mother, or brothers and sisters immediately?

The mood of wanting to climb the tower to feed the crows disappeared instantly. He tapped his toes and shuttled between the steep city walls, towers and stone statues, his movements agile and elegant.

Ever since he fell asleep in the godswood for no apparent reason, he seemed to have forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember it despite trying his best.

The next day, when he jumped onto the 6-foot-high low wall with a single leap, everyone was startled and they quickly called Maester Luwin to check on him.

In the end, even Maester Luwin could only say that this involved a blind spot in his knowledge, but the overall situation was still good. Such agility meant that he could become an excellent knight when he grew up.

Even the old bachelor has begun to suggest that the Duke speed up Bran's riding training.

Duke Ned thought about it and finally picked a chestnut brown mare himself. Bran was so excited that he jumped onto the saddle without stepping on the stirrup. Fortunately, the stable boy Hodor was leading the horse, otherwise the mare, who had never been ridden, would have been frightened and stood up, almost throwing Bran off the horse.

Its steps were brisk and elegant, which reminded Bran of his sister Sansa's dancing, so Bran named the mare "Little Dance".

Since Little Dance was not a qualified riding horse, the Duke arranged a groom to give it special training. Bran has even climbed the wall less frequently recently.

But he never thought that he would see this scene after finally taking some time to climb the wall.

He turned over from the low wall and saw a familiar figure in a strange way. The latter was wearing black plate armor, a golden robe pinned on his shoulders with an obsidian brooch, black hair longer than his shoulders, and brown eyes as deep and distant as the wolf forest outside Winterfell.

"Who are you?" Bran couldn't help but ask, where did this damn familiar feeling come from? At the King's banquet?

"Haha, little guy, just call me Ser Prior!" The man said with a smile, while raising a finger and pointing at him.

Bran sensed a hint of danger and kept retreating, but the man actually followed his pace immediately, and his movements were even more agile and fast.

When the knight's fingers touched the back of his head, a gentle force immediately came from his occipital bone, Bran's eyes went black, and he fainted again.

"Strange, why did I say the word again?" This was his last thought before he fainted.

Jaehaerys looked at Bran who fainted on the ground, chuckled, took out a strand of golden hair from his waist, and pulled out a strand of hair to wrap around Bran's finger.

Hey! This is perfect!