Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 307 Second Son Group

"think"

Damon said without hesitation, making a beautiful sword flower with the wooden sword in his hand.

"Damon." Trystan Shad pulled little Damon in. As a "brother" who was older than him, Trystan felt that he had to protect the children of the lady of the Silver Widow Manor while enjoying the support of the manor. "Be careful not to be deceived."

The fact that he and his brother traveled all the way north from Dorne at such a young age without being abducted or dying on the road already speaks volumes about his sharpness and ability. Moreover, as a child from Dorne, a region that bred many swindlers, thieves and wandering artists, he knew the dangers of strangers better than anyone else. In the tradition of Westeros, wherever wandering artists went, parents would closely guard their children. Of course, for as many parents who worried about their children being abducted, there were just as many who, in order to keep their children alive and well, reluctantly sold them to wandering artists as apprentices.

"That's a good boy. What about you? Do you want to become a knight?"

"You are a knight? A knight anointed with holy oil and sworn before the Seven Gods?" Tristan Sand still didn't believe it.

Quentin Bol drew his sword and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I am the only one who can lead you out of this manor and the only one who can lead you to achieve great things. Or do you want to spend the rest of your life in this manor?"

The boys looked at each other. Doran Sand said nothing, but shrank back behind his brother, while Trystane nodded to Daemon.

When they were taken in by Princess Diana, the two of them had no idea of ​​the problems Damon and Princess Diana were facing. It was not until they settled down that they realized that this seemingly magnificent manor was actually a prison for the two of them.

It's best to leave.

"Can you tell us your name, Sir?" Damon finally stood up and said.

"Not now." Quentin Boll shook his head: "You can call me Sir Fireball."

"Ser Quentyn Pole?" Trystane's eyes widened. "Ser Quentyn 'Fireball' Pole? I've heard your story! In the battle to wipe out the Dothraki Khalasar in the Conquest Land, it was you who led the cavalry to crush the flank of Jarakal and captured that filthy centaur leader!"

Quentin couldn't help but cover his head.

Trystan immediately shut his mouth, but Damon looked at Quentin Pol with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Don't tell anyone." Quentin raised his finger, signaling the three boys to keep quiet. "I will take you to the land of conquest. It's safer there, and there are more opportunities."

"What about those people outside the manor?" Damon was much more mature than other children. He knew the situation he was facing since he was old enough to understand things.

"They won't care." Quentin Pole shook his head. "As long as your mother is still here, you can report to King's Landing that everything is fine."

If the previous king was still alive, the monitoring would have been very strong, but the previous king had passed away, and the Vareses family only cared about Daeron's inheritance rights, and would not care about Daemon, who had lost his inheritance rights under the dual constraints of the oath and the edict. Now there was no force to constrain Aegon to continue to perform the monitoring mission.

"In the conquered lands, there is a group of mercenaries composed of knights who lost their lands or had their lands reduced in the feudal system presided over by the king. They are basically the second sons or illegitimate sons of the family. Because they have no additional support, they can only regretfully spit out the land they have already taken, or willingly become great lords or vassals of the main line."

Quentin Pohl continued.

"The knights, unwilling to see their blood and sweat go to waste, chose a path with no future. For the sake of dignity, they abandoned their remaining lands, or set out with only their loyal retainers to form this mercenary group."

Sir Fireball looked at the three boys.

"The youngest member of the Second Sons, Podrick Waters, is only 11 years old, but he captured a real knight in the conflict with the Bol family two months ago. His knight, William, the illegitimate son of the Westerling family, praised him as being comparable to the Bloody Class back then, and personally knighted him. I will use three years to train you to be warriors like Podrick, and make you real knights."

"The Bohr family?"

Trystane looked at Quentin Pole in confusion.

He seemed not to care at all that the Second Sons were targeting his own family.

"That is a necessary price and an inevitable result." Quentin Boll said calmly, "My father and brother are the biggest beneficiaries of the king's enfeoffment, so they naturally have to bear the greatest malice."

The three boys looked at each other. Daemon and Doran didn't understand, but Trystane quickly understood what Quentin Pole meant.

Strictly speaking, as the second son of Duke Herman Boll, Quentin Boll is a natural ally of these second sons. The greatest wish of Sir "Fireball", who has no inheritance rights, is to put on a white robe and become a white knight of honor. He is also the noble knight who can empathize with those who were sacrificed the most. But now, he has an additional mission.

"I promise you."

Damon suddenly said, "But I have a wish."

"Please go ahead." Quentin Ball asked with interest.

He looked towards the house in the center of the manor, but before he could say anything, Quentin Boll spoke first.

"Damon, some things are not negotiable from the beginning." He sighed and said, "Your mother can only stay here. No matter which king sits on the Iron Throne, he must carry out the will of the previous king."

Damon bowed his head.

"I understand, thank you."

"Get ready. We will set off on a moonless night three days later." Quentin Boll nodded with satisfaction. "Your mother has prepared a ship for us."

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"Your Majesty, slow down."

The woman's voice echoed throughout the king's chambers, and even the lit candlesticks were tinged with a different shade of pink.

King Aegon, whose figure had seriously changed, sat up, panting, and put on his clothes. In the corner of the huge bed, the silver-haired lady who had just fought with the king was tidying her hair shyly.

"You said your family came from old Valyria?"

There was a hint of smile in the corner of the king's eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The silver-haired woman had the same smile on her face. "Hundreds of years ago, my family was the richest and most powerful family in Lys. Every time your ancestors rode their dragons to Lys, they were received by my family."

Aegon smiled but said nothing.

Since the death of the great Lysandra, the power of the Rogare family has been declining. In this generation, if it were not for the support of the royal family, the Rogare family would not even be able to maintain the title of so-called "Consul for Life" or "Dictator".

In order to curry favor with the king who was of his own blood, the current head of the Rogare family brought several beauties.

Serena of Rees is one of them. In addition to having a blood relationship with the Rogar family, her more important identity is that she is a guest of honor in Serena's villa salon. With her rich knowledge, she has many noble ladies as friends.

"Do you know Princess Serena Varese?"

There is a hint of envy and jealousy in Reese's words to Serena, but more of it is admiration: "She is the brightest moon in the night sky, and I am just a star accompanying the moon."

"I heard that you also received an invitation to the wedding of Princess Daenerys and Basilon Stark?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Serena didn't know why Aegon asked that.

But the fat king laughed even more happily.

"Well done."

(End of this chapter)