"Prince Brandon is so handsome."
Targaryen's appearance was impeccable. As soon as Bran appeared, the noblewomen cheered.
Because he practiced swordsmanship all year round, he wasn't as weak as the pretty boy poet. His tall stature and well-defined muscles made the knights in the hall feel good about him.
"This is the most handsome young man I've ever seen. If he had appeared twenty years earlier, your father would never have become the King of Cintra," Calanthe said to her daughter, tilting her head.
Tyrion's cheek muscles twitched slightly. If you had married him twenty years ago, the name of the Mad King would have been known throughout the Otherworld.
Cintra's succession laws were very harsh on women.
Queen Calanthe was the only child of the late king, but she couldn't be the queen. Her husband was the new king. If the new king had legal reasons to divorce her, the throne would still belong to the divorced husband, and his new wife would become the queen.
After Calanthe gave birth to Pavetta, she had two miscarriages. Her body was damaged and she couldn't get pregnant again. So, the king thought that she couldn't give him a son and prepared to marry a new queen.
Before the plan could be put into action, he fell ill and died. There were always rumors that it was Calanthe who did it.
If Bran and Calanthe had married twenty years ago, and Bran wanted to be the Mad King, Calanthe might not have been able to stop him.
"I am a direct descendant of the God King, and the brother of the Westeros' king. Of course, the one who wants to marry Princess Pavetta is me, not my grandmother or the king's brother.
I say this only to prove to you and everyone here that my bloodline is absolutely worthy of Her Highness. "
As he spoke, he gracefully turned around and bowed to the nobles on both sides of the hall.
"What is the God King? What about the Westeros' king? "A handsome poet playing the accordion asked curiously.
"The God King, as the name suggests, is the king of the gods," Bran said with a faint smile.
"There really are gods? The king of the gods? Who gave him the title? "The poet was shocked.
"Don't you believe in the existence of gods?" Bran asked.
In any Western culture, not believing in gods was heresy and even a great sin.
"Of course I believe in the Gods. In fact, I'm also a believer of Meritley," the poet immediately replied.
"My great-great-grandmother was a god, the king of the gods. My great-grandfather was the Sun God, and my great-grandmother was the Moon Goddess. This is not a secret. In our world, anyone can find out. "
"Sun God, Moon God …" Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded.
Bran smiled proudly and continued, "There's no need for anyone to confer titles. The evil gods and demons that oppose the Deity King have all been wiped out a hundred years ago.
On the other hand, my great-grandfather's Sun God Position was conferred by his mother. She created a sun for him and placed it in the Sun God Chariot. My great-grandfather was in charge of it.
When I was six years old, my grandfather carried me to the Moon Palace to visit my great-grandmother.
If I have the honor of marrying Pavetta, I think it won't be difficult to bring her to see the Sun God Chariot. "
A living legend had appeared beside her. Even the strong-willed Queen of Cintra was shocked speechless.
She had long known that the Dragon Queen, who had an agreement with her ancestors, was a god, but … this was not a god, but a god!
And it was the Sun God and the Moon God, which sounded very high and mighty.
The dwarf sighed and broke the silence. "Kid, don't brag. You don't have the right to get close to the Sun God Chariot. The sun will burn you to ashes in an instant. "
But his words not only did not expose Bran's "bragging," but also indirectly proved that the Deity King, the Sun God, and the Sun God Chariot were all true.
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim and whisper. In an instant, Prince Bran seemed to have an additional bright halo around him.
Bran smiled awkwardly at his granduncle and Queen Calanthe, then turned to the indifferent Princess Pavetta and said sincerely, "Cintra is the pearl of the northern countries, and you, Princess Pavetta, are Cintra's star!
No matter what identity I have, no matter how noble my family is, it only gives me a little more confidence, the confidence to mention 'love and marriage' in front of you. "
"Haha, this little guy really knows how to talk," Queen Calanthe said to Tyrion with a smile.
The dwarf stroked his beard and nodded silently, but in his heart, he thought, This kid has some of my style back then!
Unfortunately, these beautiful words still didn't move the princess.
Bran raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said loudly, "Only the most outstanding man is worthy of Her Highness. Birth and bloodline are only one of them, but more importantly, character and ability.
I am the eldest son of the kingdom, and my father and grandfather had high hopes for me since I was young. I was enlightened at two, learned poetry at three, and practiced swordsmanship at four. When I was seven, I became a level-two warrior and killed a piebald tiger during the autumn hunt.
When I was twelve, I became a level-four grand knight and a level-four fire wizard as expected, and entered the Imperial University without taking the exam.
In terms of swordsmanship and witchcraft, no one my age is a match for me, including my Targaryen cousins.
On the way to Cintra, I also killed a manticore for the small town of Temeria. "
"Not bad, you are a warrior." Queen Calanthe looked at Bran with more solemnity than before.
"Pavetta, what do you think?" she asked her daughter.
Princess Paveta was wearing a blue velvet corset dress, her thick blonde hair braided down to her chest. There wasn't the slightest trace of joy or shyness on her face that was as bright as the moon. Instead, she looked a little distracted.
"Mother, I —"
* Bang — Clang! * The palace door was suddenly pushed open, and two soldiers in full armor fell in from the outside.
The one who broke in was a warrior in gray leather armor with a short black cloak and a helmet covering his face.
"My apologies, Queen Calanthe. Gentlemen, please forgive me for breaking in … and for the conflict with the palace soldiers. I wanted to talk nicely, but they wouldn't listen!"
The nobles at the banquet whispered to each other. Princess Pavetta's eyes lit up at first, but they immediately became worried.
Queen Calanthe's face was gloomy, and she looked at her court mage with a reproachful gaze.
The old druid looked embarrassed and whispered, "There is no barrier at the entrance when guests enter and leave, but … to break into the heavily guarded palace alone is too crazy."
"I mean no harm. Please give me some time to explain," the knight in gray armor said.
Because this was a wedding banquet, and because he was wearing armor that represented his identity — he was a knight. The soldiers and the nobles at the banquet watched quietly and didn't immediately make a move.
The warrior didn't waste any time and quickly came to the center of the hall. He pushed Prince Bran aside and knelt on one knee in front of Queen Calanthe. "I am Donie of Irén Wald, and I am also here for the wedding banquet. Please let me marry your daughter, Your Highness! My reason is better than anyone else's. "
Princess Pavetta looked emotional and her eyes were wet. The dwarf frowned. Queen Calanthe's chest rose and fell rapidly, and her expression gradually became ferocious.
But before she could fly into a rage, Prince Brandon couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Knight Donie, this is a wedding banquet. Of course you are qualified to propose to the princess, but can you let me finish first? It is my turn now!" he said angrily.
Knight Donie glanced sideways at Brandon and said in a low voice, "Your Highness from another world, you have said enough, but the princess is not giving you any face."
Brandon might have a personality problem, but he was definitely not stupid. He looked up at the princess and said in surprise, "You …"
"Donie, no surname. Irén Wald, a small place where birds don't shit. No one knows you. Take off your helmet. My palace doesn't welcome people who hide their heads and show their tails," Queen Calanthe said coldly.
"My apologies, Your Majesty. I made a knight's oath not to show my face before the twelfth bell." Donie bowed.
"Bullsh * t!" Bran immediately guessed that the "adulterer who stole his lover" had something to hide. He slapped the back of Donie's head.
He used his strength to only knock off the helmet and didn't hurt Donie at all.
"Clang!" The helmet rolled a few times on the floor. The scene was silent. Everyone, including Brandon, was stunned by Donie's appearance.
"Monster, this is a demon!" After coming back to her senses, a noblewoman screamed at the top of her lungs.
"A hedgehog demon?" Bran took two steps back.
After taking off the helmet, a monster with a black head, black face, a hedgehog nose, and spiky hair was revealed. It really looked like a hedgehog demon.
"Demon Hunter, I treated you as a distinguished guest. Now it's time for you to repay me. Kill this monster." Queen Calanthe gritted her teeth.
"But he is not a monster." The demon hunter frowned.
"He is!"
"He is not!" The demon hunter's tone was firm.
Queen Calanthe glared at him and ordered the soldiers, "Kill this monster!"
Immediately, a few soldiers rushed up … Like meat buns hitting a dog, they were knocked to the ground by Donie in a few moves.
Brandon hesitated for a moment and avoided getting involved in the fight.
"You made a wise choice." Donie picked up the iron sword and gave Brandon a sideways glance.
Brandon's handsome face turned red and was about to say something when the hedgehog man turned to Queen Calanthe and said loudly, "Lioness of Cintra, I have the right to get what is mine. Princess Pavetta is a requirement of the Law of Accidents!"
As soon as he said that, the hall was dead silent again. The nobles were stunned and didn't know what to do.
Queen Calanthe's breathing was rapid and her words were even more hurried. "Prince Brandon, will you help me take down this madman?"
The dwarf raised his hand and was about to say something when Brandon's face lit up. He immediately bowed and said, "With pleasure!"
Brandon's steps were exquisite and fast. Everyone in the hall only saw a blur and the Prince of Otherworld was already behind Donie the Hedgehog. With a flick of his finger …
He hit the aorta on the side of Donie's neck. His movements were elegant and light, so slow that everyone could see what he did. But Donie didn't resist and fell to the ground with a grunt.
"So strong!" The guards who rushed in from outside the palace were stunned.
Not only the guards, but Queen Calanthe and her noble knights were also shocked.
This kid wasn't lying, he wasn't an embroidered pillow!
"Prince Bran has touched the threshold of Sword Saint," Sophia said seriously at the banquet.
"Kid, you made an unwise choice!" Brandon said proudly.
"Law of Surprise …" Tony the Hedgehog felt as if someone had hit him in the head with a stick. He stopped breathing and struggled on the floor. "I saved King Ragnar, and in return, I will use the Law of Surprise. Pavetta is mine …"
Bran ignored him. "Your Majesty, what should we do with this beast?"
"Kill him and Pavetta will be your wife," Queen Calanthe said coldly.
The dwarf wanted to say something but stopped.
Bran was overjoyed.
In order to please the ancestor, he didn't mind taking over. After all, he had already made countless men take over!
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