Chapter 135 The Little Devil’s Wedding

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 135 The Little Devil’s Wedding

Cole sat in front of the round table, with Duran and Jose sitting on both sides.

The wedding was held in the hall of the Prime Minister's Tower. When Cole arrived, many people had gathered here.

The servants led them to sit down here and brought them wine glasses and plates.

There are always eyes on him, which makes Cole feel a little unnatural.

Dulan and Jose seemed unable to adapt to such an occasion. They pretended to be serious and sat upright, picking up their wine glasses and taking a sip from time to time.

Suddenly there was some noise in the hall, and Cole saw Tyrion walking in from the door holding Sansa Stark's hand.

The groom wore a black velvet jacket decorated with golden scroll patterns, and tied a ruby ​​​​and lion's head necklace around his neck. His face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were dizzy.

The bride wore an ivory wrap skirt, silver satin trim, floor-length sleeves, a white velvet shawl decorated with pearls, a silver necklace holding a cloak chain around her neck, and a direwolf pattern on her hair.

Cole noticed Tyrion's eyes looking this way, and he smiled and nodded slightly towards the little devil. The bride actually looked this way, with despair in her eyes, even though she was well-groomed and still beautiful.

There is a lingering sadness.

The Eye of Time gives him vision far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he doesn't deliberately open it, his vision is still terrifyingly good.

They walked to the wedding altar, where the monk stood between the Virgin and the Heavenly Father and prayed to the seven gods.

The light of the candle was flickering and the hall was dim. Cole saw the girl crying, her hazy tearful eyes filled with mist.

He moved his eyes away slightly. It was too embarrassing for this typical noble lady to marry Tyrion.

The newcomers exchange cloaks, and a blond boy takes the place of Sansa's father.

Joffrey Baratheon.

He is tall, has fair blond hair, and looks quite handsome. Unfortunately, a person cannot be judged by his appearance. This boy is a bad boy, very cruel and irritable.

Sansa Stark liked him to death at first, but soon his true colors were revealed.

Tyrion's cloak looks very heavy, with red velvet embroidered with rubies and gold silk satin. Sansa is so tall that Tyrion doesn't even reach his shoulders.

He walked behind the bride and wanted to put his cloak on her shoulders to represent eternal protection, but even with his short and fat hands raised high, he couldn't reach her.

Cole could see the sweat on Tyrion's forehead. His steps were slow, as if he could see the embarrassing situation he was about to face.

Tyrion gently pulled the bride's skirt, hoping that she would lower her body slightly.

But our bride seemed not to notice, standing straight.

He pulled lightly again, but there was still no response. Cole saw that his face was as red as a flame.

Cole stretched out his hand to summon a servant and handed him his chair, but saw a look of embarrassment on his face.

Seeing this, Jose suddenly stood up, took the chair, pushed through the crowd and sent the chair up.

Everyone was confused about where this person came from, and saw him standing behind a silver-haired young man with a solemn expression after putting down his chair.

Cole saw a grateful look from Tyrion.

The groom stood on the chair and put the crimson gold lion cloak on the bride's shoulders.

The monk raised the crystal high and let it shine under the candlelight. "Here, under the witness of the gods and the world," he said loudly, "I solemnly declare that Tyrion and Stark of the Lannister family

Sansa of the family is married. From now on, they are one body, one mind, and one soul forever. Anyone who interferes with their marriage will be mercilessly cursed."

The ceremony is completed and the banquet begins.

House Tyrell is belatedly arriving.

The newlyweds sat in the center of the main seat, and people came forward to send congratulations.

Tyrion nodded gloomily to socialize, mostly drinking alone.

Cole came over with a glass of wine, raised his glass, "Congratulations, Tyrion."

The little devil forced out a smile and said, "Thank you." She didn't know whether she was thanking him for his blessing or thanking him for helping her alleviate her embarrassment.

Cole drank from the glass, stepped back, and sat quietly in the corner with the knights of Dragonstone.

The musicians began to play music, and it was time for the nobles' dance.

King Joffrey and the future Queen Margaery danced hand in hand, and the entire hall was immersed in the joy of dance music. Prince Tommen and Queen Cersei were all on the dance floor.

Cole's eyelids twitched. He had never attended anyone's wedding. No one got married on the Great Wall, and he never learned any aristocratic ballroom dancing. He lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Suddenly there were footsteps approaching, countless eyes were shining in this direction, and the corner of the castle became the focus in an instant.

With blond curly hair and a luxurious dress, the queen stood in front of the table, pulled out a chair and sat down slowly. She had just finished dancing with her father, Lord Tywin.

She smiled brightly and tapped her red lips, "Sir Julius, why don't you come off and dance a song?"

Cole suddenly had a bad feeling. What did Queen Cersei want to do? Want to see him make a fool of himself?

He looked at the unsmiling Lord Tywin sitting at the main table, and saw that his eyes were also looking here.

"Please forgive me, I'm drunk, Your Highness the Queen." Cole said politely.

"Dancing steps can make people intoxicated, my knight." Her eyes were burning and slightly majestic.

Cole hesitated to speak, stood up slowly, and stretched out his hand to salute, "I wonder if I would be honored to ask Her Majesty the Queen to dance with me."

She placed her jade hands in her palms and slowly walked towards the dance floor.

I saw her dancing to the music.

Gods above, what should he do?

Cole's eyes flickered, and the dance floor instantly froze. Wherever he looked, he watched the movements of the men and the dance steps of the women.

No one could have imagined that the Marquis of Summer Hall could dance so well.

He learned the dance steps with the eyes of time, and answered Cersei's soft words absentmindedly.

She seemed to enjoy the dance very much. They were close together, and sometimes she would stick to Cole's body and fall into his arms. The smell of perfume filled the air, causing a little virgin to have a heartbeat.

He is not a eunuch, but he is also a man. And Cersei is definitely a beauty.

When the song ended, he returned to his seat a little tiredly, never expecting that one day he would dance with the Eye of Time.

Fortunately, there was no embarrassment.

The dance music changed its tune, but the dance floor was still full of activity.

Cole saw countless pairs of eyes looking over here with longing, and he pretended to turn a blind eye and drank.

"It's time to make a wedding! Let's take off her clothes and see what this she-wolf will use to mate with my uncle!" Suddenly Emperor Qiao shouted loudly.

"I don't want to make trouble with the new house." Tyrion said in a low voice.

Please forgive me, Sirs, I am already working hard on typing, and I started writing after dinner. However, my hand speed is too slow, and four thousand words is already very difficult.
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