Chapter 157 Prince Regent

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 157 Prince Regent

He stared for a long time at the ships drifting on the sea in the middle of the night.

Dragonstone Island was built on the top of a mountain. Apart from the castle, there is only a small fishing village left on this island. Now the fishing village at the foot of the mountain has become an enemy military camp.

The war came so suddenly that Davos couldn't even guess where the enemy came from, or why a fleet suddenly approached Dragonstone without receiving any news in advance.

But he saw it clearly. It was a sail of black spears and a golden skull hanging on the military flag. Their military formation was neat and the layout of the military camp was neat, orderly and impeccable.

Faced with a sudden attack, the castle almost fell, and all the remaining fleets on Dragonstone were sunk. On the first night, they almost attacked the castle. Their armor was fully equipped and their arrows and crossbows were powerful.

When they attacked the fleet, Roland Storm immediately suggested that the king evacuate Dragonstone and go to Storm's End, but Stannis did not adopt it.

However, he asked Axel Florent and Roland Storm to leave with the queen and princess and go to Storm's End Castle.

Salladhor Saan told them that it was the "Golden Company", a famous mercenary group on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

The Golden Company was founded by Aegor Rivers, the Cold Iron, who was the legalized illegitimate son of King Aegon IV. He sided with Daemon Blackfyre in the Blackfyre Rebellion, and took Daemon with him after the defeat.

His sons fled to Essos.

"Gold above, cold iron below" was the slogan they shouted when the Golden Group was founded.

Although they made far-reaching statements in Essos and were proud of their credibility, with their motto being "Words are as good as gold". But they were still a group of strangers in exile in Essos, and they had never been there since they rose up to rebel against the Black Fire.

Exiled from their homeland. One generation, two generations, three generations, or even four generations.

Their number is more than ten times that of Dragonstone. They only launched a fierce attack on Dragonstone in the first night's surprise attack. After that, the Golden Company chose to siege the city. Except for the queen and others who began to escape, now Dragonstone

It has been completely surrounded by the golden group.

King Stannis personally led the battle and forced back wave after wave of attacks.

Davos still remembered what he said: "This is my duty, smuggler. Only now do I understand Robert's intentions. I guessed that this day would come when he gave this place to me, not Renly."

.But look, what stupid things Renly and I did."

The Onion Knight didn't know if King Robert had guessed that the Golden Company would attack Dragonstone, but he knew that as long as Stannis made up his mind, no one could change it.

"How is the king doing?" the Prime Minister asked the maester.

Paros shook his head silently.

At night, although they blocked the attack of the Golden Company, the king was hit in the chest by a crossbow arrow, which directly penetrated his blade.

The moment Stannis fell, this place could no longer be defended unless a miracle happened.

"Is it really not possible?" Davos tried to ask again.

Seeing the bachelor continue to remain silent, the Onion Knight already knew the answer.

"Father!" Dai Feng rushed into the hall, "The king is awake. He said he wants to see you and Maester Pylos."

The maester and Davos looked at each other, then hurried to the king's room.

His chest was heaving, Stannis had slept enough, his body was thin, and now there was an arrow piercing his chest.

"Smugglers." The king's voice was weak.

"Your Majesty." The Onion Knight knelt beside his bed.

"Help me up." The king turned his body sideways, but the tear of the wound made him groan in pain.

Davos quickly reached out to help him, and at the same time advised, "Your Majesty, you should have a good rest."

The bachelor used medicine to stop the bleeding and the wound started to bleed again, but he still stood up forcefully. "Do you think your king should die in bed?"

He raised his feet to get out of bed, and the maester also leaned over.

"Your Majesty, you can't move now, it will damage the wound." The bachelor also advised.

"I know I don't have much time. Let me take another look." His face, which was pale due to excessive blood loss, was full of pain.

The maester and Davos held his arms together.

The king pointed in the direction of the hall, and Davos and the maester carried him forward. The king's eyes were half closed, and his body was dragged by them.

"I hate sleeping, smuggler, I've slept long enough." The king's voice was very thin.

"We all hate sleep, Your Majesty," the Onion Knight agreed.

He heard the king chuckle weakly, "I know you're lying to me, smuggler, you always tell me the truth, but I don't blame you this time."

Stannis pointed to the window sill, "Take me there."

As they passed through the Tutable Hall, the king glanced sideways.

"Is winter coming?" the king suddenly asked. "It's really cold here."

The sunlight filled the window sill, even making Davos feel a little bit hot.

From the window sill they could see the distant sea, which was now filled with ships and flying golden flags.

"I have always hated the sea water." The king cast his gaze on the sea, "I saw with my own eyes that they took away my parents."

"Bring me a chair, I'm too tired." There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Davon!" Davos called to his son, and the little attendant quickly brought the chair and placed it behind the king.

They put the king down, and he slumped down on the chair, his arms hanging limply, and his head resting on the back cushion of the chair.

"Pyros, write it down, write it down on the parchment." The king suddenly urged.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He took out the stylus and paper he carried with him.

"I hereby make a will in the name of Stannis I of House Baratheon. Cole of House Julius shall be the Prince Regent, and Davos of House Seaworth shall be the Hand of the King for life and the Narrow Sea."

Governor, Commander-in-Chief of the Narrow Sea." His voice was so delicate that it was hard to hear clearly. "Help me. Help me take care of Shireen."

The bachelor helped him put his handprint on it.

".I have never asked for anything. I have never asked for anything." His eyes were fixed on the sea, he was too tired.

"Your Majesty the King." Tears welled up on the Onion Knight's face.

His god is dead.

Tears silently flowed down Davos' face.

Maester Pylos rolled up the parchment.

"Maester, please keep this news for now." Davos put away his tears and looked at him seriously.

Paros nodded.

They moved the king back to his room.

A cloud of condensation suddenly gathered in the sky above Dragonstone Island, covering the sun and making the weather gloomy.

And this imprinted atmosphere also enveloped the entire castle.

The nine hundred soldiers stared at the densely packed enemy at the foot of the mountain, their eyes full of confusion.

In this despair and helplessness, news suddenly came from the main castle, "Reinforcements to support them have arrived, and they will break out from the west coast tonight!"

A white shadow whizzed past the clouds.
Chapter completed!