Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

A group of gorgeous carriages guarded by cavalry slowly drove into the Caesar family's manor outside the city.

The manor is backed by the imperial forest, and to the south is the crimson mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. The garden is full of tall sycamore trees, so it is called the sycamore manor.

The Indus Manor was originally a vacation estate of the Baratheon family, and now it naturally became the property of the Caesar family.

It was late autumn, and the garden was golden. Half-dead leaves spun and fell to the ground, laying out a golden carpet. The surface of the blue-gray stone building was covered with ivy, and gargoyles of different shapes stared at strange eyes. Gazing at a clear river in front of the manor.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the manor, and the door carved with golden roses opened, and the increasingly bloated Duke Mace Tyrell came out with the help of his attendants.

Gavin Mande stepped forward to greet him: "Dear Lord Mace, welcome to Wutong Manor."

The Duke of Metz hastily returned the salute politely.

Although the other party is just a little baron, he is the steward of Storm's End, the most trusted steward of the Storm King, and it is most appropriate to describe him as humble and powerful.

Just thinking that this person used to be a laborer at Highgarden Wharf made Duke Metz sigh in his heart. Over the past few years, with Caesar's strong rise, many people have followed suit.

Of course, many more people were unlucky because of this.

The Duke of Mace couldn't tell what kind of person he was...

"Is His Majesty Caesar here?" Duke Metz followed Gavin into the manor and asked with a smile.

"Sorry, Lord Mace, His Majesty Caesar and Earl Landau went hunting in the royal forest, and are not in the manor."

"Oh, good." Duke Metz breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid of his son-in-law from the bottom of his heart, since the other party was not there, he just didn't have to go to see him.

Gavin said again: "Queen Daenerys is entertaining the lords of the Reach and the Stormlands in the hall, do you want to attend?"

Duke of Metz frowned subconsciously: "Where's Margaery?"

"Queen Margaery is in the backyard garden."

"I'll go see Margaery first."

"good."

Duke Mace followed Gavin around the main building, crossed a wooden bridge across a stream, and came to the secluded back garden.

The garden is full of lavender rosemary, exuding a fresh smell and refreshing.

Gavin pointed to the gazebo ahead:

"Master Mace, Her Majesty the Queen is in the pavilion. I will take my leave first."

"Okay." The Duke of Mace walked a few steps quickly, and saw his longing daughter sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, while gently shaking the cradle on the small cart beside him with one hand.

"Margaery!"

Margery heard her father's voice, turned her head, but raised her finger to her mouth, and then pointed to the cradle.

The Duke of Metz immediately understood, and stepped lightly.

Entering the gazebo, the baby in the cradle also comes into view.

A smile appeared on Duke Metz's fat face, and he walked over lightly, first kissed his daughter's forehead, and then stared at his grandson with a smirk on the cradle.

"What's his name?" Duke of Metz asked softly.

"Octavian." Margaret said.

"Octavian?" Duke Metz was stunned for a moment, "What is this name? Is there any source?"

"Sam said it was a revelation from a dream."

The Duke of Metz didn't dare to express any objections.

Some members of House Targaryen often have prophetic dreams, also known as dragon dreams.

Dragon dreams are both a gift and a curse.

It saved the Targaryen family from the catastrophe of Valyria's doom, but it haunted them for centuries, and many people did many unreasonable things because of it, and even went crazy.

In the eyes of outsiders, being able to dream of dragons is like being able to tame a giant dragon, which is a sign that the Targaryen family is different from ordinary people. Many people even think that the blood of this family is closer to gods than extraordinary people.

"The gods gave Caesar a revelation in a dream, indicating that this child will definitely be extraordinary in the future!" Duke Metz said with emotion.

Margaery shook her head slightly: "I just hope that he can spend his life in peace."

The little guy didn't know if he was woken up, and suddenly opened his eyes. However, he was not noisy, just staring at the fat face in front of him with wide eyes, as if wondering why this person had never been seen before.

The Duke of Metz showed what he thought was the most benevolent smile:

"He has the brown eyes of a Tyrell."

"And Caesar's black hair." Margaery picked up her son and gently rocked her in her arms.

Only then did Duke Metz notice that there seemed to be something in the cradle. He lifted the blanket and saw a red round stone.

The surface of the stone has rich textures, which look like enamel. When the afternoon sun shines on it, it shines with a crystal luster like a polished light, which is beautiful.

"Is this a dragon egg?"

"Yes." Margaery smiled, "Cleopatra just laid an egg on the day Octavian was born, and Sam put it in her swaddle."

Octavian suddenly yelled, shaking his hands in the air.

"What's wrong with him? Is he hungry?"

"I just fed it before going to bed," Margaret said helplessly, "He wants the egg, and if he can't touch it, he will start making trouble."

Duke Metz laughed loudly, picked up the dragon egg, and carefully placed it on Octavian's stomach.

The little guy really calmed down.

"According to the tradition of the Targaryen family, every newborn in the family will get a dragon egg after birth. They put the dragon egg in the cradle. If a dragon can be hatched, the newborn will naturally become a dragon knight." Mei Duke Si looked at his grandson expectantly, "I don't know if this dragon egg will hatch..."

Margaery caressed her son's face and said with a smile:

"Lady Melisandre said yes."

"That's great!" Duke Metz rubbed his hands excitedly, as if he was about to own a giant dragon himself.

After a moment of silence, the Duke of Mace suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that... Horace Redwyne was captured?"

The smile on Margaery's face suddenly subsided, she looked at Duke Metz with piercing eyes, and asked:

"Father, you haven't seen the Redwyne family, have you?"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Duke Mace shook his head hastily, "How could I go to see them! I just feel, feel...we are relatives after all, there is no need to make you die..."

"Father, I advise you not to mention Redwyne in front of Sam, and don't get involved with the Arbor Island."

"I understand, I understand..."

Seeing the fine cold sweat oozing from her father's forehead, Margaret couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and comforted her again:

"You don't have to worry too much. Sam is not a bloodthirsty person. He can even tolerate Stannis Baratheon. Why can't he tolerate Redwyne? But the premise is that the Redwyne family put down their swords and surrender. If Lord Paxter is still obsessed with it, and no one can help him."

"That's right, that's right." Duke Mace nodded again and again, and quickly changed the topic back to his grandson, "This time, Caesar specially summoned all the lords of the Reach and Storm to celebrate the birth of Octavian. , it seems that he really likes this son."

"This is Sam's eldest son after all." Margaret smiled proudly, but said, "However, this gathering at the Wutong Manor is not just to celebrate Octavian's birth."

"And why?"

Margaery looked up to the north:

"King's Landing, of course."

"In such a hurry?"

"Yes, winter is coming, and the Seven Kingdoms should be united."