Chapter 107 The Armored Knight at the Dinner Party
As night fell, the banquet hall of the Dane Family Castle was brightly lit with candles.
The "generous" Miss Natalie hosted a banquet here to entertain all the distinguished guests.
Samwell specially put on the baronial gown that he just got. The exquisite tailoring technique and the high-quality silk material highlighted his tall and straight figure. The red velvet pom pom is dignified in its solemnity, and majestic in its seriousness.
So when the young Baron Yingzuiyu stepped into the hall, he immediately attracted many fiery eyes.
If you think about the fact that this person has just achieved a glorious victory, and that he has faintly controlled the power of Starfall City... the noble ladies present almost rushed forward.
"Sam!" Margaery Tyrell waved at the young baron.
The corners of Samwell's mouth turned up slightly. You must know that the daughter of the duke would not greet herself so unreservedly at the banquet before.
But after the Starfall City War, he could feel that Margaery's attitude was obviously more cordial than before.
Of course, he also knew that he was still far away from truly winning the favor of "High Court Rose".
Margaret's move was just to win over a promising vassal.
"Miss Margery." Samwell stepped forward and bowed, "Your beauty makes all the stars tonight be eclipsed."
This is not bragging.
Margaery is really beautiful tonight. She is wearing a dignified and elegant palace dress. The design with a waist and back reveals the charm of a girl within a suitable range. A drop-shaped amethyst The necklace hangs in front of her elegant and slender neck. The almost perfect and delicate face coupled with the eyes that are as bright as water perfectly blend noble, pure and charming temperament together.
Margaret smiled sweetly, and was about to return the gift, but heard another voice next to her ear:
"No one outshines the light of the stars, Sir Caesar."
Margaery turned her head, and saw that Princess Arianne had come to her side at some point.
This Dorne princess is wearing a deep red close-fitting long dress, and her whole body is like a burning flame. Her **** eyes and graceful figure are enough to ignite a fire in the hearts of all men.
"Your Royal Highness." Margaret felt threatened instinctively, "The person in front of you is no longer a knight, but the Baron of Yingzuiyu. You can call him Lord Baron or Lord Caesar."
"Sam." Princess Arianne chose the most affectionate title, "You haven't met Lord Jon yet, have you? Come, I'll take you there."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Samwell's arm.
Samwell quickly took the opportunity of calling the passing waiter to avoid Arianne's hand without a trace. He took out three wine glasses from the waiter's tray, stuffed a glass for each of the two women in front of him, and said:
"Come on, tonight's starlight, cheers!"
But when he drank the wine in the glass, he found that the two women in front of him were just holding the wine glasses, looking at him with half-smiles.
Samwell cursed secretly, and was thinking about how to get out, when he saw a figure walking in the door—Natalie Dane.
"Ha! The master is here, I'm going to say hello."
Without waiting for a response after speaking, he walked quickly to the door.
Natalie is also dressed up tonight. She is dressed in a bright yellow dress and dress, which looks noble and cute, but the little girl is obviously not used to this kind of complicated and bloated dress, and her walking posture is a bit stiff.
However, this youthfulness and the weakness in the eyes can easily arouse the man's desire for protection.
"Miss Natalie, your beauty eclipses all the stars tonight." Samwell said again without any shame in praising Margaery.
"Shan...Master Caesar." Natalie saw that Samwell seemed to have seen a savior, but under the gaze of many eyes, she still tried to maintain her restraint, "You are also tonight... well, your face is radiant."
Need to get her a rhetoric teacher.
Samwell stretched out his arm for the little girl to hold, saying:
"Let's go, let's go to see Lord Jon. Also, remember next time, as the master, you should arrive earlier."
"Oh." Natalie muttered softly, "I actually went to look for you just now, but you weren't here..."
"What did you say?" Samwell didn't hear clearly.
"nothing."
The two came to the center of the hall, where Duke Jon was talking with Earl Randyll and Sir Aleken.
This is the first time Samwell has seen this old man who can be called the most powerful in the Seven Kingdoms, and he feels a little disappointed.
Because Duke Jon really has a little Hand of the King, and he doesn't have the aura of the former Prime Minister, just like an ordinary old man next door.
Moreover, I don't know if he is not in good health, or he is too tired from the long journey, and he still needs the help of a maid.
Huh? That woman doesn't look like a maid.
"Who is the woman supporting Duke Jon?" Samwell asked in Natalie's ear.
"Oh, that's the Duchess."
Lysa Tully?
Samwell's face changed slightly, and he stopped suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Natalie asked puzzled.
Just then, there was a commotion at the door.
Everyone looked back and was dumbfounded.
Because, a knight in full armor walked into the banquet hall!
The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, making them feel chills.
Especially when they saw the naked eyes of the armored knight, which were like poisonous snakes.
However, no one dared to step forward to stop it, because the blazing sun halberd pattern on the chest of the armor had already announced the identity of the visitor—
"The Red Viper" Prince Oberyn Martell.
Boom!
Prince Oberyn stood still about ten steps away from Duke Jon, and smashed the spear in his hand heavily to the ground.
This spear is eight feet long, taller than a human being, and the leaf-shaped spearhead is shining with a cold black light. No one will suspect that it is covered with a blood-sucking throat-sealing poison.
"Jon Arryn!"
Prince Oberyn shouted aggressively,
"Today, I will take the justice that belongs to the Martell family with my own hands!"
The loud voice reverberated in the hall, instantly drowning out the originally cheerful atmosphere.
Everyone fell silent, stunned by Prince Oberyn's actions.
Princess Arianne watched her uncle's actions, but did not step forward to stop her.
Because she has already learned about her uncle's plan.
In this upcoming negotiation, Dawn actually has no bargaining chip, after all, they lost.
What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get it on the negotiating table.
And her father, Prince Doran, does not intend to continue fighting, which makes Dorne's current situation very embarrassing.
If the people of Hewan know about this, they will definitely suppress Donne wantonly at the negotiating table.
So, in order to show toughness and force Jon Arryn and the people of the river to make appropriate concessions, Prince Oberyn planned this "show".
Duke Jon looked at the menacing Prince Oberyn, his face did not change at all.
The old prime minister straightened up suddenly, finally showing the majesty he should have as the hand of the king in charge of the power of the Seven Kingdoms.
He met Prince Oberyn's eyes without any fear, stepped forward a few steps, and asked in an old but powerful voice:
"Oberon, what kind of fairness do you want?"
Prince Oberyn suddenly raised the spear, pointed the black spearhead at Duke Jon:
"Thirteen years ago, you came to Dorne. For the sake of the so-called peace, you forced our Martell family to swallow the unfair bitter fruit. Today, you came again, but this time, I will not give in easily For your so-called peace!"
Duke Jon smiled slightly: "You haven't heard of my peace plan yet, how do you know it's unfair to Dorne?"
"Then you should talk about your peace plan." Prince Oberyn said coldly, "I hold my spear and armor, and I am all ears!"
Samwell looked at the scene in front of him, and realized why Prince Oberyn was acting in this play.
This "Red Viper" deliberately put on a crazy posture that would not give up.
Facing such a dangerous lunatic, if Duke Jon wants to quell this dispute, he may have to consider giving Dorne some dignity.
I have to say that Prince Oberyn may seem reckless, but in fact there are subtleties in his roughness, and he is not really a reckless person.
"The peace plan is just to sit down, ahem, let's talk together." Duke Jon really began to try to appease the armored knight in front of him, "Ahem, I actually have some ideas, ahem, I am about to talk, ahem, Say, cough, cough, cough..."
Duke Jon coughed suddenly while he was talking, and the cough got worse and worse, until finally he couldn't straighten up.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Lysa hurried forward to support her husband.
"Cough cough cough... I didn't... cough cough... thing... cough cough cough..."
"He must have choked," Prince Oberyn kindly reminded.
As soon as the words fell, Duke Jon suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a plop.
Lady Lysa let out a terrified scream. She knelt beside her husband, shook his body vigorously, then raised her head suddenly, pointed at Prince Oberyn, and shouted hoarsely:
"It's you! You killed him! You poisoned him!"
This sudden change was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, and the banquet hall exploded in an instant.
But Samwell stood there motionless, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he felt chills all over his body.
Shouts, screams, accusations, howls... seemed to be very far away from him, like a world apart.
He watched Jon Arryn vomit blood, Earl Randyll calling out to the guards, Ser Allerken roaring angrily, Prince Oberyn trying to explain, and Lady Lysa distraught...
Looking at everyone terrified and angry, at a loss...
The world is spinning, the light and shadow are fragmented, the banquet hall seems to be a theater stage, and the stage is full of lifelike puppets.
Their movements were stiff, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads.
And in the darkness where the stage lights couldn't reach, a pair of gray-green eyes were quietly watching all this.
The deep fog obscured the breath of conspiracy, but there was still a mocking voice, as if telling the biggest mystery in this Game of Thrones:
"Chaos is the ladder."
(end of this chapter)