Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Samwell awoke to a loud roar.

Pushing open the window, let the gorgeous morning sun shine in, and at the same time make the roar more clear:

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Yronwood's revenge!"

"Take up arms! Kill Martell!"

...

Samwell's room was on the top floor of the castle. Through the window, one could see that the angry crowd had surrounded the castle and kept shouting.

It seems that the story of Princess Arianne poisoning the members of the Yronwood family last night has spread throughout the city. With such a fast speed, it is hard to say that no one contributed to it.

Moreover, so many people ran outside the castle early in the morning clamoring for revenge. Samwell would not believe that no one organized it.

A bloody dinner last night almost cut off the blood of the Yronwood family. Obviously, some people saw the opportunity and couldn't wait.

Samwell put on his clothes, opened the door, and as soon as he walked out, he saw a dozen armored knights in full armor standing outside.

The leader looked to be in his twenties, with gorgeous blond hair and raging anger in his blue eyes. When he saw Samwell, he immediately knelt down on one knee and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, Arianne Martell violated the sacred rights of guests, and did something that would be disgusted by the gods, such as poisoning at the master's banquet! The Yronwood family will never bear this tone!

The blood debt must be paid in blood!

Your Majesty, please allow us to lead our army to conquer Sunspear City, and use the blood of the Martell family members to pay homage to Yronwood who died innocently! "

"Blood debt!" All the knights behind this person also knelt down and roared angrily.

Samwell looked at the leading knight quietly and asked:

"Who are you?"

"He is Lord Anders Yronwood's bastard son, Ser Olyfar Sand." A voice came from behind the crowd.

Samwell looked up and saw Maester Yonwood from the Yronwood family walking over, holding a little girl in her early ten years.

Olifa Shad glanced back at the bachelor, his eyes moved slightly, and said:

"That's right, I'm just an illegitimate child, but I also have the blood of Yronwood in my body! Now that Earl Cletus and other lords have died tragically, of course I have the responsibility to avenge them!"

"The bloodline of the Yronwood family has not been severed, and it is not up to you to bear this responsibility." Maester Yohn said, pushing the little girl in front of him, and introduced to Samwell, "Your Majesty, this is Ann The youngest daughter of Earl Des Yronwood, Miss Gunessy, is also the first legal heir of Yronwood City."

"Your Majesty Caesar." Guan Nisse curtsied.

She was small and thin, with black eyes, brown hair, and a pitiful appearance.

"Miss Gunessy," Samwell said with a gentle smile, "I am very sorry for the tragic death of your family. In this situation, as the last blood of the Yronwood family, what do you think?"

"I, I..." Guan Nisse lowered her head timidly, "I don't know either. Your Majesty, what do you think should be done? I will follow your orders."

Samwell pointed to the angry crowd outside the castle, and said:

"I think you should listen to the people of House Yronwood."

Guannesse heard it, of course, and it was all cries of anger, cries of vengeance.

"I understand, Your Majesty." She bit her lip and nodded fiercely, as if she had made up her mind with difficulty, "The Martell family must pay the price for their actions! Bloody debt!"

With that said, she turned her head to look at Olifa Shad and the others who were kneeling, and ordered:

"Sir Oliver, as the daughter of Earl Anders Yronwood and the sole legal heir of Yronwood, I order you to lead an army to attack Sunspear, to blaspheme the gods and kill the noble Martell of Dorne." Arrest them all and let them be judged by His Majesty Caesar!"

Hearing this, Maester Jon hesitated to speak.

Sir Oliver glanced at Samwell, seeing that the other party did not express any objection, he clasped his hands on his chest and said:

"Yes, Miss Gunessy!"

After speaking, he got up and left, followed by a group of knights, the steel armor rattling as he walked.

"Your Majesty, do you have any orders?" Guan Nisse asked respectfully.

Samwell glanced at the little girl thoughtfully, and said:

"Countess Natalie Dane is on her way, so I will stay in Yronwood City for a few days, and I will trouble you during this time."

"No trouble." Guan Nisse hurriedly said, "It is a great honor for the Yronwood family to entertain you. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."

"good."

Guannesse then saluted and said goodbye, then turned and left.

Maester Jorn also saluted and said goodbye to Samwell, and followed Guannesse. After walking out for a while, the old scholar asked in a low voice:

"Miss Gunessy, you shouldn't let Olifa Sand lead the army, let alone agree to send him to Sunspear."

"I understand your concerns." Guan Nisse smiled, her eyes shone with a mature light that didn't match her age,

"I also know that I shouldn't send troops to Sunspear. No matter how sinful Princess Arianne is, once our hands are stained with the blood of the Martell tribe, it will be completely impossible for the Yronwood family to hold the authority of Dorne.

But Maester Yohn, the current Yronwood family has no choice. It's not that I want to send troops to Sunspear City to slaughter the Martell family, but His Majesty Caesar wants to do so. I just have to do what he says.

What's more, too much ambition is not a good thing. My brother just didn't understand this truth, so he ended up like this..."

Hearing this, Maester Jon was startled in his heart.

He was present at the banquet last night and saw Earl Cletus drink the poisoned wine with his own eyes, but Caesar did not drink it.

At that time, he thought that Caesar was just being cautious, and he didn't drink when he saw that other people were in a bad state after drinking, but now that he thought about it carefully, Caesar probably knew that there was something wrong with the alcohol.

If this is the case, then he deliberately did not say a word to remind him, could it be that he really wanted to use the hands of Princess Arianne to kill Yronwood?

The more Maester Jon thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Bachelor Yohn," Gwenise said again, "you understand. Our Yronwood family can only continue to exist if we take the initiative to be stained with Martell's blood and become the murderous knife in the hands of His Majesty Caesar. The king, the nobles of blood... These past glory and glory are the trap and poison. We should give up early."

Maester Jorn looked at the twelve-year-old girl beside him, and suddenly sighed with complicated emotions:

"You are smarter than me, and smarter than your brother. Perhaps, the Yronwood family can regain its glory in your hands."

Guannesse showed an innocent smile, and hugged Maester Jorn's arm, as if she had become that ignorant and timid little girl again:

"I'm not smart at all. I only know that I have no ability, so I will take the initiative to cling to people who are really capable. In Westeros today, the most capable person is of course His Majesty Caesar. I just need to follow his will. Do it, and you will be safe.”

Maester Jon nodded and smiled in relief:

"It seems that you don't need me to worry about it anymore. However, you still need to pay attention to Olifa Shad."

"Is there anything he needs to pay attention to." Guan Nisse curled her lips disdainfully, "Didn't I just say that it is not a good thing to be too ambitious. Do you think His Majesty Caesar would feel more at ease in letting an ambitious illegitimate son take charge of the Yronwood family?" , or an obedient and sensible little girl?"

Maester Jon looked at Guannesse who was showing an innocent and lovely smile, and also laughed loudly, saying:

"Of course she is an obedient and sensible girl."