Tyrion's eyes widened as he looked at the boy beside him.

He had guessed that little Griffin should have Targaryen blood, possibly Black Fire, but he didn't expect that the other party turned out to be a descendant of the Targaryen line, the eldest grandson of the Mad King, and the first heir to the Iron Throne.

Yes, the succession of little Aegon will be ahead of Princess Daenerys Targaryen.

More before Caesar.

Moreover, he also understood why the Golden Regiment had chosen to land in Dorne.

Not because of Prince Dolang's promise, nor because of the marriage contract he guessed, but because this little Aegon, as the son of Princess Elia Martell, already had the blood of the ruler of Dorne in his body.

It is naturally easier to gain the support of the nobles of Dorne.

The Soul Hill Knight's face changed for a while, and it took a long time before he said:

"But Aegon, the son of Rhaega, died in King's Landing during the Reaver War."

"Yes." Tyrion spoke, "The Mountain crushed the head of the son of Rhaega, and my father placed his body under the Iron Throne with his own hands as a gift to the new king. ”

"That's just a tanner's son." Griffin said, "His mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him, and his father sold him to Lord Varys, the Iron Throne Intelligence Director, for a pot of Golden Castle Wine. After all, the cobbler had many sons, but he had never tasted golden wine.

Before the fall of King's Landing, Lord Varys exchanged the child for the real son of Rhaga. ”

Varys was also involved? Tyrion's eyes rolled, and he seemed to understand something.

"Who are you? Why should I believe your story? "Soul Hill Knight said.

"I am the hand of the King of the previous king, Jon Clinton, Earl of the Vultry's Nest, and Lady Namela Tolan knows me, and you take my words back. Tell her that the true dragon has returned, and that the Tolan family should open the gates and offer their loyalty. ”

The knight of the Soul Hill leaned over slightly, then turned his horse's head and returned to the city.

Tyrion spoke:

"I didn't expect you to be the son of Leiga."

Little Aegon straightened his chest and nodded reservedly:

"Yes."

Tyrion smacked his lips and said, "However, a three-headed red dragon banner and a wonderful story may not make the nobles of Dorne bend their knees. ”

Little Aegon's face sank, and he was about to say something, but he saw the castle gate in front of him slam shut.

As if he had been slapped in the face with a loud slap, a blush of shame immediately appeared on his face.

"I'll just say it." Tyrion gloated.

Jon Clinton was not surprised, he just waved his hand when he saw this, and coldly ordered:

"Siege."

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As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun sets a dappled patch of color between the dunes and the wasteland, and the evening breeze is hot and dry, blowing gusts of floating sand and dancing all over the sky.

Natalie Dane sat on the back of the war horse, her straight and well-proportioned long legs folded together, swaying gently, her beautiful face was faintly visible under the scarf, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows flowed with the joy and expectation of girlish feelings.

Her mood at the moment is as gorgeous as the sunset on the horizon.

After a year and a half, she can finally see the man she has been dreaming about again.

After receiving the letter, Natalie's heart was overjoyed, and she immediately gathered the army as fast as she could, and then rushed all the way to the dust.

"Miss, there's Ellenwood City ahead."

"Hmm."

Natalie looked at the tall castle standing in the treacherous pass of the mountain pass, and suddenly became inexplicably apprehensive.

Now the man is king, and he has two wives......

She suddenly didn't know how to face him.

A year ago in Starfall City, she had the courage to kiss him, but now, this courage was easily blown away like floating sand in the sky.

Only the deep dependence and love stretch like a sea of sand.

"Dragon!"

A cry of surprise interrupted Natalie's tumultuous thoughts, and she looked up, and sure enough, she saw a dark shadow flying towards her in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As the distance closed, the white dragon's form became clearer, and its outstretched wings cast a large shadow on the sand.

It's really him! And his white dragon! Natalie's mood jumped uncontrollably.

The white dragon swooped down, rolling up the dust, and the scorching wind caused the horses to retreat and neighed in panic.

Natalie's horse was so frightened that it stood up.

"Ahh

But just before she landed, she was hugged by a pair of strong arms.

The familiar breath came to her face, and Natalie's hanging heart immediately settled.

"Sam!" She put her backhand around the man's neck and screamed in surprise.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and I'll ride a horse." Samwell laughed, "It's just that the skills need to be improved." ”

Seeing that the man still cared for himself as before, the trace of apprehension in Natalie's heart disappeared instantly, and a sweet smile appeared on her face:

"Then you teach me."

"Okay." Samwell answered, but had no intention of putting the little girl in his arms down.

At this time, the wind and sand had stopped, and Natalie noticed the gazes of the people around her, only to realize that she was shy, but she was reluctant to leave the man's arms.

"Want to ride a dragon?" Samwell asked.

"Hmm!" Natalie forgot about her shyness for a moment and nodded heavily.

Samwell laughed and jumped on the dragon's back with her in his arms.

Cleopatra flapped her leather wings and set off the sand again.

The knights of House Dain held their breath as they watched their lords ride away with the Storm King, their faces different.

"Will His Majesty Caesar marry Miss Natalie?" Someone asked in a whisper.

"If you hug and hug in front of the public like this, you will definitely get married."

"However, His Majesty Caesar already has two queens."

"Since they've married two, why can't they marry a third?"

"The conquistadors only married two ......"

"Alright." Viscount Hughes Dayne stopped the crowd talking, "Let's go, let's go into the city." ”

The army restarted and slowly headed for the city of Ellenwood.

On the other side, Samwell and Natalie have landed in the city on a dragon.

Guan Nisse Ellenwood stepped forward and saluted:

"Lord Natalie Dayne, welcome to Ellenwood City."

Natalie was carried by Samwell and jumped off the dragon's back, with a blush of excitement on her face, and hurriedly returned the salute when she heard the words.

Guan Nisse turned to Samwell again and reported:

"Your Majesty, the Tolan family of Soul Hill has just sent a letter saying that the Golden Regiment has landed at the Broken Arm Corner, but it has erected a three-headed red dragon flag and is attacking their castle."

"Three-headed Red Dragon Banner?" Natalie wondered, "Isn't that the banner of House Targaryen?" ”

"Yes. The Golden Regiment claims to be fighting for His Highness Aegon Targaryen, the eldest grandson of the Mad King. ”

"Aegon ...... Isn't it a long time ago? ”

"It is said that the only one killed by the Magic Mountain was the son of a leatherman, and the real Aegon was sent to the other side of the Narrow Sea." Guan Nisse said and handed the letter to Samwell.

Samwell was not surprised by this, spread out the letter and scanned it casually, chuckling:

"Natalie, how many troops did you bring with you this time?"

"Six thousand."

"The strength of the Golden Regiment landing is about 10,000." "Your Majesty, do you want to send an emissary for Sir Olifa to lead his army back?" ”

"No, you don't. Six thousand is enough. Samwell crumpled the letter, "It's too whimsical for a group of mercenaries to find a fake prince and want to participate in this Game of Thrones." ”