Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Tyrion clenched his fist and waved it. By the seven gods, Cole killed the Mountain.

Screams and cheers rose and fell.

He looked at Cersei. Her face was terribly gloomy, and she happened to look at Tyrion at this time. Her eyes seemed to tear him apart.

Tyrion just smiled politely and then bowed to her.

Duran and Joss came up to remove Cole's armor, and Tyrion also stepped forward.

Cole handed the swords to the servants and pulled out his helmet.

"Well done, Cole." Tyrion said happily.

He turned his head and looked at the high platform. Lord Tywin was sitting on the chair with a stern face. "My lord, can you pronounce the verdict?" He shouted.

"The gods have found you innocent, Tyrion." Lord Tywin's face showed no joy or anger. After he said this, he stood up and left.

Tyrion saluted slightly to the people around him.

Prince Oberyn jumped down from the platform, walked to the body of the Mountain, and circled around the huge beast. "It's time to chop off his head and send it to Doran."

"It's not the way of a knight to chop off the head of a loser, your highness." The little devil said on the side.

"Knight?" The prince sneered, "Rhaegar Targaryen personally appointed him, and then you see what he did?"

Tyrion thought of the rumors about the Mountain. He killed his father, sister, and first two wives. It is said that his castle is a gloomy and terrifying place. Servants disappeared inexplicably, and even dogs dared not enter the hall. He was also accused of rape and countless massacres.

The heinous things that the Mountain did were countless.

Kole was untying the bandages on his hands. "At least killing him can comfort those dead souls. Rest in peace. I have avenged you."

Tyrion understood his words in a broad sense, and only Oberyn knew who he was talking to.

But this was not enough, the Red Viper looked at the empty chair.

"Where are you going next?" Cole asked Tyrion.

The little devil hadn't thought about it carefully. No matter where he went, he would not stay in King's Landing. Cersei wanted him dead now.

"Why don't you go to Sunspear with me? You and Doran should have many common topics. For example, music, trade, history, fine wine, dwarf copper coins... inheritance and inheritance laws." The prince said to him.

Tyrion tilted his head, not knowing why Oberyn invited him, "My Lord, didn't you promise your father to serve as a member of the Royal Council?"

"I came to King's Landing not to serve as a royal minister, and the prince can go wherever he wants,"

You came for the justice of Princess Elia, Tyrion thought.

"It seems you have got what you want."

"Not enough, but I have been in this shit city enough."

Tyrion shook his head, "I have to pay back the commission I owe. How much do you think I should pay? Cole."

He counted on his fingers, "The North, the Eyrie, King's Landing. How many gold dragons is a dwarf's life worth?"

"A dwarf's life is worth at least one King's Landing, Tyrion." Cole said teasingly, "You said it yourself, you saved this place, so you have to give me six King's Landings."

Double commission, right?

Tyrion shrugged, "Gods, where can I find six King's Landings for you."

Five servants from the castle came over to move the body of the Mountain.

The weight of thirty stones plus the heavy armor made it difficult for the five servants.

"Think about it, little devil. There are not many places you can go. Don't rush to reject my kindness." Prince Dorne said.

Tyrion thought carefully, it seemed to be true. He seemed to be full of enemies in the Seven Kingdoms.

Starks in the North, Baratheons in the Stormlands and Dragonstone, Tyrells in the Reach, Arryns in the Vale. Damn it, is there no place for dwarves in Westeros?

"If you want to cross the river to Essos, I can send a ship to take you there, but I have to go to Dragonstone first," Cole said.

If Tyrion followed him to Dragonstone, he would be tied up and burned by the group of rearguards.

They returned to the courtyard of the Red Keep, and Cole had to prepare for the return journey, the sooner the better.

He had discussed with his uncle Martell that the prince would take Tyrion back to Dorne first and support Myrcella as the king of the Seven Kingdoms.

At the same time, he secretly sent people to contact Daenerys on the other side of the Narrow Sea and conclude an alliance with them.

Cole himself returned to Storm's End.

Time passed, and Cole summoned José the next morning.

"Take a few people to contact the ship," Cole said to the knight.

Before leaving, Cole had to at least pay a visit to the new master of King's Landing.

After taking a shower and putting on the black and gold outfit, Duran ran in, looking a little flustered, "My lord, something happened."

Cole looked confused.

"Dragonstone has been captured." His voice was like a bolt from the blue.

Cole's face suddenly changed. "What did you say?"

"My lord, Dragonstone was captured by the Ironborn, Dothraki and Tyroshi mercenaries, and now the whole castle is talking about it." His voice was trembling and panic.

Gods be damned, he cursed in his heart.

"Let everyone wear armor and gather them together." Cole said to him, and he went back to put on armor.

This news is really a coincidence

While he was wearing armor, he was thinking about the truth of the news. In King's Landing, his news was completely blocked and he could not get in touch with Dragonstone at all.

How could the Ironborn and Dothraki coalition army capture Dragonstone quietly? This news was extremely doubtful, but now this news was extremely unfavorable to them.

After everyone gathered, José took five or six brothers out of the city.

Cole didn't have time to think about it, and walked out of the castle with his men. It was Ser Loras Tyrell who was guarding the drawbridge at this time.

He was wearing a white Kingsguard armor and a group of golden robes blocking the doorway.

"My lord, where are you going with your men?"

"Going to the city for a walk, Ser Loras, what do you mean?"

Loras forced a sneer, "Nothing, just responsible for catching the rebels for your majesty."

"Rebels? Did you misunderstand something? I was invited to attend the king's wedding. Is this your way of hospitality?" Cole asked.

"Why should I talk to a rebel like you?" The Knight of Flowers rushed forward with a sword. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

He waved Winter Night to block the attack.

Seeing their reckless attack, Cole knew that something must have happened on Dragonstone, and he was kept in the dark.

Cole felt angry and his attack became more fierce.

Could it be that Lannister really disregarded the etiquette of the guests?