Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 175 Dragonborn Knight
The golden light of the setting sun fills the world.

Standing on the top of the castle and looking north, every scene in Red Wine Harbor is dyed with a brilliant background.

The Redwyne Fleet and the Royal Fleet were moored closely together, with no distinction between them except for the drooping sails and flags.

The fishermen in the bay rowed their boats to the shore, the laborers and merchants on the pier were still busy, and the low huts along the coast were already smoking, which seemed to be calling the men to go home for dinner and rest early.

For the audience, this is undoubtedly a harmonious and beautiful picture.

And it does have an audience.

In Redwyne City, which stands high on the hillside, on the top of the tallest tower, a young knight is leisurely admiring the beautiful scenery.

The girl stared at the boy obsessively.

As if possessed by a demon, she just couldn't hide her strong feelings.

It's only been a long time since we met.

Perhaps this is love at first sight, the romance of a maiden and a knight?

She blushed herself.

Fortunately, he who was beside him kept quiet in a gentlemanly manner, without any reaction.She calmed down quietly, and after a few breaths, she still couldn't help casting her gaze.

The sunlight came from the west, reflecting the delicate outline of the boy's side face.The perfect combination of several arcs formed a seductive shadow, a reassuring shadow, and a shadow that she would never forget.

The silver hair blends with the golden light, presenting a more gorgeous and mysterious hue, as if all the treasures of the world are hidden in it.

The most thrilling thing is his smiling amethyst eyes.

When her father brought the guests to the ceremony, she made a ladylike greeting, expressed her blessing to Lord Mountford Velaryon, and welcomed Sir Robert Royce...

Then it was his turn.

Smiled by his eyes, she felt like falling into a dream, images of passionate love, marriage, childbirth, nurturing, and sleeping quickly flashed in her mind, as if she had lived a happy life.

It must be an omen from the gods, she was sure.

So she lost interest in the luxurious banquet, reluctantly fulfilled her obligations, left her seat, and followed his figure closely.

He sat alone, and she leaned over to talk, hoping to get to know each other better.

He chatted with the servants or knights in the castle, and she acted as an audience by the side, and let his father's men say what they had to say without worrying.

If he wants to taste the food, she will carefully introduce each dish and dessert.

Donne-style fried eggs, creamy quail, honey cake baked with blackberries and nuts, and the family's most proud wine, cellared wine.

She quickly picked out his taste.

It is not the sweet and sour taste that children like, nor is it the fierce and spicy food that soldiers are obsessed with. What he loves is the mellow aroma, and he is not keen on any extreme taste.same as her.

She felt that fate was even more wonderful.

after that.

He walked out of the banquet hall, and she followed him closely, driving away every obstacle on the road for him, and finally came to the top of this tower.

The sun was setting and the breeze was blowing gently. The two of them watched the scenery under the sky, waiting for the night to fall.

What a romantic time.

She really wanted to open her mouth to express her feelings immediately, to keep him, to accompany him every day, and to stay together forever.

The remaining shyness and reserve stopped her.

In order to relieve the restlessness in her heart, she could only concentrate on admiring his face, indulging in his silver-haired purple eyes.

Silver hair and purple eyes.

He must be Valyrian, perhaps of House Targaryen blood.

No wonder Lord Velaryon valued him so much.

There were hundreds of guests, and he was the third in line, only behind Lord Velaryon, Admiral of the Fleet, and Sir Robert Royce, Commander of the Guards.

she thought triumphantly.

He was still a knight, a canonized and landed knight.More precious and more honorable than the knighthoods of Horace and Hopper.

Although it was nothing compared to Qingting Island, she believed that with his ability, coupled with the help of his father and family, he could always turn the title of knight into an earl, even within a few years.

Then, I am the countess.

She looked at the three-legged firebird embroidered on his shoulder, and sketched in her mind what the new coat of arms would look like after the combination of purple grapes and it.

A flamingo eating grapes?

She couldn't help laughing at the naive idea.However, how to combine it?
"Sir, what does your coat of arms mean?"

she asked softly.

Joffrey looked from the harbor to Desmera Redwyne's cheek.

Earl Paxter's youngest daughter.

"Dear Miss Desmera, don't you like banquets?"

Of course Joffrey knew what to ask.

Can't tell the truth.Desmela pouted her lips and asked, "How about you, Sir?"

Desmera was indeed curious.

Although she prefers to be alone now, for the third guest in line, leaving the banquet in the middle is undoubtedly very noticeable.

When the Sir got up and walked out, Desmera noticed the displeasure on her father's face, and it was Earl Velaryon who was beside him who said something that made her father pick up the wine glass again.

As for the moment she stepped out of the hall by herself...

Desmela no longer dared to look back, let alone think how upset her father would be.

To her surprise, her father didn't send anyone to urge her to go back to the banquet, as if she and Jazz had been forgotten and no one came to disturb her.

Such a disrespectful move, she could not believe that Sir would do it for no reason.

What is the reason?
She stared eagerly for his response.

Joffrey stared into the girl's eyes and smiled silently, the answer was at hand.

It was Desmera herself.

Having personally experienced the prosperous port on the island today, Joffrey felt more clearly the importance of the Redwyne family on the sea.

For the captain and sailors of Arbor Island, for Redwyne's reputation and reputation, and for the destruction of the independent coastal defense of the Reach, it is necessary to adopt firmer and tighter control measures for the Redwyne family.

That's why he used magic to charm, bah, attract Desmera during the welcome ceremony.

Earl Paxter has only three sons and daughters, and the two brothers have surrendered, and they will not and dare not fight against the royal family. Hobber has also sworn to be the Kingsguard.

If the youngest daughter, Desmera, also falls into the arms of the royal family, Paxter will have no choice.

After all, they are their own children, the next generation of the Redwyne family.No matter how good the other families in the Reach are, and how close the relatives are, can they be more important than their children?
Joffrey not only wanted Redwyne to stand in line, but also to be willing to take the initiative to set an example for the Reach.

The Redwyne Fleet will be the sword of the South Coast!

His eyes grew hotter.

Desmela hurriedly lowered her head, and kept flicking her long hair by her ears with both hands.

Joffrey took her shoulders lightly.

"Didn't you ask about my coat of arms? I'll tell you now."

Desmela quietly pricked up her ears.

"This is the three-legged Golden Crow, the elf of the sun. The sun rises and the sun sets." The sun shines everywhere, and the light is eternal.

Desmela was ignorant and seemed very powerful.

"As for my name," he smiled mysteriously, "I will tell you after I have talked with your father."

Talk to father?

Desmela couldn't believe it, a dream come true?

At this time.

The sunset completely fell.

The two figures on the tower gradually merged...

(End of this chapter)