Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

His arms were shaking a little, and the stormy waves were already rolling in his heart.

Grandpa Eamonn's handwriting and the letter are all an old man's sincere teaching and love for his descendants.

"This letter?" he whispered.

"Letter from the Citadel. Generally, the Citadel will send letters to all parts of the Seven Kingdoms in this form. You can turn the letter over and there will be the towering ancient tower of the Hightower family on the back." The prince seemed to know this kind of letter very well.

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Cole thought of the letter that Grandpa Aemon gave him on the Great Wall. He had said that he had left a gift for himself in Oldtown, and this letter was obviously different from that letter of introduction.

On the cold winter night, they left the Great Wall together to accompany each other.

His purple-blue eyes were full of complicated colors, "I always thought that I was a lucky orphan who was saved from the ice and snow by the kind-hearted night watchmen."

He smiled bitterly, looking a little sad, "Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen, and Lannister did."

There was a long pause in the middle of his words.

"Boy, a letter doesn't mean anything."

What can a letter from Varys mean?

Cole has been with Maester Aemon for so many years, so he naturally recognizes his handwriting, and the letter mentioned many things about his childhood, so he already believed it in his heart, but this Westeros version of the civet-cat exchange

Prince, this is so bizarre.

But the hatching of Caesar and Balerion seems to have explained something.

He is Aegon Targaryen, the son of Rhaegar and the prince of the Dragon family.

He is also the nephew of Daenerys Targaryen.

He might even be Jon Snow's half-brother.

He put the letter back into the envelope, and a smile appeared on his face, "You are right, Your Excellency. A letter means nothing."

Cole's mood has already changed unknowingly. Aegon Targaryen? If he had known his identity when he was a child, or if he had just awakened his memory, he would probably have revived Targaryen.

Take the dynasty as your responsibility.

He never considered himself a wise man, or a brave man, or even a noble man.

Cole thought of Little Griffin, Viserys, and Jon Snow, and then compared himself.

Only then did he realize how lucky and blessed he was. No one had placed heavy responsibilities on his shoulders since he was a child. Maester Aemon allowed him to indulge his natural instincts, and Commander-in-Chief Kogel only hoped that he would be fatter.

I don't know whether I am a dragon or a real dragon.

"You don't seem surprised," asked the prince.

"So, Your Majesty, do you want me to be angry, or do you want me to be ecstatic?" He slowly closed the envelope, then went to the lamp to melt the sealing wax, and resealed the letter. "Whether I am Aegon or not...

Targaryen, nothing can be changed."

"That chair in the Red Keep is stupid."

Cole shook his head slightly, "When Aegon the Conqueror used a sharp sword to forge the Iron Throne, he hoped that the person sitting on it would not be too comfortable, and the chair Aegon the Conqueror used to rule the Seven Kingdoms was not that chair, but a dragon.

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Martell sarcastically said, "The dragons cannot conquer Dorne. Besides, they are extinct and cannot help you."

"Who knows?" Cole tilted his head and immediately sat at the table next to him. "So not only have you read this letter, but Varys also knows about it."

"I can send you to Dorne first, just in time to show Doran what I brought back to him," Oberon said.

"Your Highness, do you think I am Aegon?"

The prince knew that he was asking questions knowingly. "Boy, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a Dornishman."

He did ask this when they first met.

At this time, Cole seemed to understand who started the riot, and Lannister must have known about it.

"Your Highness, the dwarf is below asking for an audience." The Dornish guard asked at the door.

Here comes the Lannister, as soon as I think of the Lannister, the Lannister arrives.

"Bring the woman in first," the prince said to the guard, "and tell the Lannister dwarf that the prince is doing business."

Soon several prostitutes were called into the room.

When Tyrion came in, it was already an hour later. He stepped onto the threshold of the pavilion and saw the Prince of Dorne hugging a smooth blonde girl.

"Dwarf, do you know the consequences of disturbing the prince?" The red viper seemed to be spitting out a threatening message.

"No intention to disturb, sir. I just heard that you seemed to be injured, but I felt relieved after seeing you." Tyrion said cautiously.

"Would Lannister be so kind?" The prince's eyes seemed to be examining him, "A little injury, those guys who shot arrows were all trampled to pieces by my horse."

He was half lying down, and the prostitute's body just covered him from the neck down. The little devil saw the woman looking at him with interest.

The golden robe told Tyrion that he had not left anyone alive, and at least hundreds of civilians died on the scene, including several implicated merchants and blacksmiths.

"You are so brave." Tyrion praised.

The prince just smiled coldly.

A trace of sweat appeared on Tyrion's forehead.

"Tyrion?" Cole's figure came from another room.

Okay, now he has to face two people at the same time, although he has already imagined it in his heart.

Lord Tywin appointed him as Minister of Foreign Affairs, responsible for appeasing these friends and enemies, but the little devil knew that they all came with a purpose.

Martell demands his justice, while Cole demands the Stormlands.

"Cole." The little devil nodded to him.

"What? You just got married and you came to a brothel?" There was a smile on his face, and he seemed to have no intention of blaming or questioning at all.

"As the master, I should fulfill my duty as a landlord." The little devil grinned.

"Oh? Does it mean that Lannister has regarded himself as the master of King's Landing?" Prince Dorne asked.

"The master of King's Landing has always been the king, but now the Prime Minister acts as his deputy until he comes of age."

"So when will the Hand of the King fulfill his promise?"

Tyrion knew he would ask this.

"Your Majesty, you also know that the king's wedding is in these few days. Maybe after the wedding is over, my father will have time to administer justice to you."

"hope so."

They didn't mention a word about the riots. From the conversation between the two, it seemed that the relationship between Prince Dorne and Cole seemed to be very good.

Tyrion was among them and dealt with it carefully.

The Prince of Dorne introduced Cole to various interesting things about Dorne, and he also showed great interest.

When the Lannister leaves, he doesn't seem ready to spend the night here.

"What are you going to do, Your Majesty the Prince?" Cole asked him.

Oberon Martell looked at him and said, "You should call me uncle."
Chapter completed!