Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 1 Illegitimate Son

In the year 276 of the Aegon calendar, the southern Sunset Sea of ​​Westeros.

A merchant ship was struggling to move forward in the rough sea. In the cabin, a man was lying weakly on the bed.

His face was ashen, pale to the point of being almost transparent. The pain and the persistent high fever had long since deprived him of the ability to speak.

His name was Morton Cotoyne, the eldest son of Earl Horton Cotoyne and heir to the Cotoyne family of the Three Towers of the Riverlands.

Eight months ago, he traveled to Essos with two bodyguards and servants.

After his travels, he boarded a merchant ship bound for Oldtown, but unfortunately he fell ill on the ship near the end of the voyage.

Due to his serious illness and a storm that lasted for five days, he was already seasick and was unable to get up from bed after being bedridden.

No matter how carefully his fiancée and the servants took care of him, the lack of medical care and medicine on the ship could not stop the flame of life in his eyes from gradually fading.

Alice knelt beside his bed, tears streaming down her face like a flood, her hands tightly holding Morton's gradually cooling hands.

She has long silver-gold hair that falls softly on her slender back like a waterfall. Her eyes are mysterious purple, like violets blooming in the valley, exuding a charming and noble aura. At this time, her belly is slightly bulging, and it is obvious that she is pregnant.

Morton looked at his lover tenderly, at her silver hair and purple eyes. This was his greatest gain during his travels, the remaining bloodline of a dragon king.

The silver-haired, purple-eyed Targaryen family has used dragons to rule Westeros for three hundred years. Countless nobles and scholars believe that they are the closest beings to God. This situation has led to countless families longing for Targaryen blood during these nearly three hundred years, especially the women of this family. This is still the case even though the dragons have been extinct for nearly a hundred years.

But the Targaryen family protected their bloodline very well, even the illegitimate children were controlled by them on Dragonstone Island and none of them left. So far, few families have obtained it.

The Cotoin family, to which Morton belongs, is a small family in the Riverlands of Westeros. They have never had the courage to even think about such a good thing.

Until he met Alice, a lowly hotel maid, while traveling. At first he was attracted by her appearance, but he fell in love with her as they got to know each other better. The secret that she revealed to him at the end surprised him even more.

But at this time his body could no longer sustain the desire to return to his family. Correspondence alone was not enough to convince his stubborn and cold father. He understood that this bloodline might never be able to be integrated into his family.

Morton looked at Alice's slightly bulging belly and felt that he should do something, so he forced himself to say, "Alice, our child is about to come into this world, but I'm afraid I can't wait until that moment. If it's a boy, call him Gavin. Gavin, this name will give him courage and strength, allowing him to face everything in the future." Morton gasped laboriously, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

Alice tried to hold back her grief and was already sobbing, but she still nodded and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, Morton, our child will be named Gavin."

Morton forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a deep expectation for the future, and then he slowly closed his eyes. The boat was still shaking, but it could no longer wake up the father who was about to leave.

After several days of bumpy ride, the merchant ship finally arrived at the port of Oldtown. The guards immediately found the Silent Sisters and asked the Hightower family for help and sent ravens to the Three Towers.

Inside the castle, Earl Horton Cotoin sat on a high seat, reading the letter, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm, his eyes cold and sharp. "This is a shame for the family!" Horton shouted angrily, his voice echoing in the hall like thunder, "The child in her belly has tarnished the honor of my family. Moreover, I will never let my eldest son marry a woman from Volantis!"

The earl's roar made the hall silent. Maester Edric looked around at the retainers who were silently bowing their heads. After hesitating for a moment, he advised the earl:
"Sir, forgive me for being blunt, but the Kotoin family is now very small. If we want to consider the continuation of the bloodline, why don't we..."

"No, this child is illegitimate and cannot be a member of my family. I do not know what dirty tricks that Volantis woman used to seduce my eldest son, but I will never admit it."

Maester Edric wanted to say something but was interrupted by the man on the high seat.

Earl Horton looked at the guards beside him and ordered, "Go and bring back my son's body. Protect it and don't damage it." He hesitated and said, "Bring that woman back as well. Let her stay in the castle to give birth, but she must leave after giving birth."

Then he ordered the maester opposite him: "Edric, send a raven to Highgarden and tell the Tyrell family that my heir has died. I want to make Edmund my new heir. Also, tell Edmund to resign his position and come back quickly."

"Yes, sir." Edric had no choice but to lower his head and obey.

Three Towers Fort.

In a dim guest room, Alice slumped on the edge of the bed, tears flowing freely like a flood. Morton had vowed to marry her and hold a wedding with her after returning to Westeros.

Although Morton had passed away, she believed that she and her unborn child would always have a legitimate status. However, when she arrived at the Three Towers Castle with great expectations, the cruel reality was beyond her expectations.

She tried everything, but couldn't even get an audience with the Earl. Every request she made was ruthlessly rejected. Her heart seemed to fall into an abyss, and sadness and despair almost swallowed her.

Aegon Year 277, 6 months later.

It was still the dim guest room. Alice's heart-wrenching screams echoed in the room, and the severe pain almost made her faint.

Finally, with the full help of the scholars and maids, the child was born with a clear cry.

Although the baby's hair was extremely sparse, it was still visible as silver. Maester Edric picked up the child and observed him carefully for a long time before handing him to the weak Alice and saying, "Congratulations, it's a boy."

Then he ordered the servants to help take care of it, and left in a hurry. After several twists and turns, he finally climbed up a tower exhausted. He raised his trembling hands and knocked on the door.

"dong dong dong"

"Come in!" a voice came from inside the house.

(End of this chapter)