Heavy footsteps rang out in the gloomy dungeons of Storm's End.

Then torches appeared in the darkness.

The sudden light of the fire made Simon Dondelion squint.

Before he could recognize who it was, he saw that the dungeon guard had opened the door and said:

"Sir Simon, come out."

Simon Dondelion calmed down and deliberately asked in an indifferent tone:

"What? Is that bastard duke ready to kill me? Or let me go back? ”

"The bastard is dead." A rough voice said, "Now that Storm's Rest is Lord Caesar's decision, come out, Lord Caesar invites you to breakfast." ”

Simon heard the voice of Sir Glad of House Wild, and he was shocked by what he had said:

"Edric Storm is dead?"

"Yes." Sir Glad said, then turned to the other prisons, and said loudly, "You are the same, Lord Caesar has invited you to breakfast, come out, move quickly!" ”

The loud voice echoed in the dungeon, and suddenly aroused a series of questions:

"What do you mean? Have the Riverbends invaded Storm's End? ”

"How is this possible? Glad, Storm's Rest is unbreakable! ”

"That Caesar has a dragon, it can't be that the dragon breathed fire and destroyed the city walls, right?"

"The Black Death can't even burn down the walls of Storm's End......"

……

Sir Glad shouted impatiently, "Alright, alright! Master Caesar is still waiting for you, come out quickly! ”

The knights left the prison one by one, and in addition to the shock, many people showed surprise on their faces, but some people had complicated expressions.

They were all imprisoned for their unwillingness to obey the bastard duke, and now that Storm's End has changed owners, they have hope of regaining their freedom.

Of course, as a nobleman in the Stormlands, hearing that Storm's Rest Castle was breached by the Riverwanes, his feelings were inevitably a little complicated.

Simon Dondelion followed the group out of the cell, his eyes pierced from the bright sunlight outside.

After passing through the long corridor that still smelled of blood, and climbing up the spiral staircase to the third floor, everyone arrived at the banquet hall.

It was certainly not the first time Sir Simon had been here, and he saw that there was still blood on the blue and white marble walls, that the woolen carpet on the floor was clean, presumably freshly replaced, and that the long arched windows were filled with burning torches, which exuded a scorching smell.

But in Simon's eyes, the hottest thing in the hall was the white dragon prostrate at the long table.

It was the size of two war horses, covered in milky white scales, two reddish-gold lines that stretched from its triangular head to the end of its slender tail, and a pair of transparent smoky leather wings tucked up at its sides, intently gnawing on the deer's legs on the ground.

"Come and sit down."

Sir Simon heard a deep voice ringing out, and only then did he notice that a man in bronze armor sat beside the white dragon.

Samwell Caesar!

Simon immediately guessed the identity of the man, he had heard the name of the riverbend lord many times.

Thunder.

And then there's the incredible saga.

Three years ago, he was just a pioneer knight who had been expelled from his family, but now he sat on the throne that once belonged to the Storm King.

Throughout the history of the Seven Kingdoms, it is difficult to find a figure like him, who rose to the end of the world, but became so brilliant in a short period of time.

Perhaps only Aegon Targaryen, the "Conqueror" of 300 years ago, can compare to it.

Sir Simon thought of this, and couldn't help but glance at the white dragon again—

They all have dragons.

A group of noble knights of the Stormland also sat down at the long table with mixed feelings.

They looked at the man in the first seat, only to see that the other had already bowed his head to breakfast.

And before they came in, there were already a lot of people sitting in the hall, and they were all nobles from the Storm Land, but they were basically on the side of the bastard duke, so there were basically blood stains on their bodies, and they should have just experienced a big war.

Seeing this, Simon also looked down at the food in front of him.

Breakfast was plentiful. There are oats, milk, boiled eggs, grilled meats, and fresh berries.

Simon has been locked up in a dungeon these days, and it has been a long time since he has seen such a sumptuous meal, so he has put aside other thoughts for a while and feasted.

All that remained in the hall was the sound of soft chewing and the sound of knives and forks clattering against plates.

When Samwell finished eating, he put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he smiled and waved his hand:

"You go on."

"I'm done eating, Master Caesar." Sir Glad put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

"I've eaten too, thank you for your hospitality." Another knight of House Wilde also put down his knife and fork.

"I'm fine too."

……

More and more people put down their knives and forks, and later, even those who wanted to continue eating had to end their breakfast.

Even Cleopatra swallowed the last leg bone and lay quietly behind Samwell, rubbing his master's back with his slender tail as he fed.

Like tickling him.

Sir Simon put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with interest, ready to hear what the legendary riverlord was going to do with his people.

But at this moment, he realized that someone was still eating.

Simon turned his head and saw that it was Sir Lomas Ismond.

This man is a distant cousin of Lord Elton Ismond, Lord of Greenstone in the Stormlands.

But strangely, this man's cousin and lord, the Earl of Elton, had already put down his knife and fork by this time, and was looking at him with angry and warning eyes.

But Sir Lomas turned a blind eye to this.

And Sir Lomas's son, Andrew Ismond, seeing his father's arrogance, learned the same and began to eat and drink again.

In the quiet hall, the sound of father and son eating and drinking was particularly harsh.

Sir Simon looked at Samwell and saw that the Knight of the Bend was not angry, but sat quietly and smiled.

In fact, Simon could also guess the reason why Sir Lomas was so arrogant, because this person was a cousin of Stannis Baratheon, and was originally put into a dungeon by the bastard duke because of his inclination towards Dragonstone.

Although he has now been released by the Riverwanes, this person obviously intends to stick to his original position.

However, when the Earls of Greenstone Island have already submitted to Caesar, it is interesting that the father and son are still so stubborn.

I don't know if it was infected by the attitude of the Lomas father and son, or if the Viscount Riverbend didn't say anything to interfere, and a few more Stormland Knights began to eat again.

Sir Simon hesitated, but did not pick up his knife and fork again, even though he had not yet eaten.

After about a quarter of an hour, the nobles of the Stormlands had finally finished their breakfast, and Sir Lomas was the last to put down his knife and fork, wipe his mouth, and burp loudly.

It was like announcing the end of this breakfast meeting.

Samwell smiled slightly, as if he had just come back to his senses, and said:

"Finished eating? Okay, let's talk about the future of Stormlands. ”

As soon as Samwell finished speaking, he heard Sir Lomas shout at once:

"What qualifications do you, a Riverbend, have to decide the future of Stormlands?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly fell silent.

The nobles of the Stormlands had different faces, some secretly applauded, some gloated, and some watched coldly...... In short, they were all looking forward to the fact that the legendary nobleman of the river bend was ready to deal with those who disagreed with them.

"Sir Lomas, right?" Samwell didn't seem to be offended, "Who do you think qualifies for this?" ”

"His Majesty Stannis Baratheon, of course!"

"Your Majesty Stannis is bathing in the Blackwater River." Samwell scoffed.

Sir Lomas was stunned.

The results of the Battle of the Blackwater River have spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, Stannis has been defeated, the fleet has been almost completely wiped out, and even he himself is still missing, and it is not known whether he drowned in the Blackwater River.

"That should also be decided by the people of House Baratheon! His Majesty Stannis also has a daughter, and there are also members of the Baratheon family in attendance! ”

With this, Sir Lomas looked at the two knights from the side of the Baratheon family, but they kept their heads down to avoid his gaze.

Samwell smiled disdainfully and said:

"Then I ask you, why does House Baratheon have such qualifications to decide the future of Stormlands?"

Sir Lomas said in a natural tone:

"House Baratheon has always been the guardian family of the Stormlands, of course ......"

"All the time?" Samwell interrupted, "How do I remember that three hundred years ago, Stormlands was still ruled by the Durandon family? ”

"But Auris Baratheon married the daughter of the last Storm King." Suddenly, a Stormlands Knight spoke, "So, House Baratheon continues the ancient bloodline of the Stormlord and is qualified to rule the Stormlands. ”

Samwell turned his head and saw the black and white swan crest on the other party's breastplate, and knew that this person was from the Sven family in Stone Helmet City, and it seemed to be a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember the name, so he asked:

"Which knight of the Sven family are you?"

"Son of Earl Gullian Swaine, Baron Swaine." Sir Baron said, his eyes calm, looking directly at Samwell.

Samwell knew in his heart that this person was a well-known knight in the Stormlands, and it seemed that he had been promoted to the Kingsguard by Queen Cersei in the original books.

"Ser Baron, then I ask you, how did Auris Baratheon marry the daughter of the last Storm King?"

Baron Swain's mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

Samwell laughed, "He killed the last Storm King, conquered the Stormlands, and then took Storm's End and married the women of the Durandon family." You call this a 'continuation of the Storm King's bloodline'?

I wonder how your noble ancestors, who have pledged allegiance to the House of Durandon, tolerate such behavior. How did he willingly bow his knee to Baratheon? ”

Baron Swain's face flushed.

The Lomas father and son couldn't find the words to refute it for a while.

The rest of the Stormlands nobles were also silent for a while.

Samwell leaned back in his chair and said coldly:

"So don't tell me anything bullshit. House Baratheon's rule stems from their conquest of the Stormlands and the dragons possessed by their feudal lords, House Targaryen!

And now, I've conquered the Stormlands, and likewise, I've too—"

Samwell reached out on top of Cleopatra's head, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces of each of the Stormlands nobles:

"Dragons."

(End of chapter)