Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The afterglow of the setting sun outlines colorful patches of color between the mountains and forests, and the autumn wind blows slowly, and the endless branches and leaves of sycamore trees sway like golden sea waves.

Samwell returned from hunting and entered the manor with the afterglow of the setting sun and golden leaves.

Gavin Mande led the servants to greet them, and at the same time reported the nobles who arrived today one by one.

Samwell took a wet towel from the maid and wiped his face. After listening to Gavin's report, he asked:

"It seems that the nobles from the Stormlands and the Reach are basically all here?"

"Yes, all are here. Even the Arbor sent Ser Desmond Redwyne to celebrate."

"Desmond?" Samwell thought for a while, "Is he Earl Paxter's cousin?"

"Yes, and he is married to Denise Hightower, the daughter of Lord Layton, Earl of Old Town. This time, they are the couple who are here together, and they are now visiting Queen Margaery. You need to meet her. ?"

"No." Samwell waved his hand, "Let Margaery talk to them first."

"yes."

Samwell took a bear paw and strode towards Daenerys' room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife undressing with the help of the maid.

The long dress in the palace dress was half undone, revealing a white and smooth back.

"Sam, you're back from hunting." Daenerys turned her head with a smile, her delicate and impeccable facial features paired with long silver-gold hair exuded a seductive charm.

"Well, I brought you a piece of bear's paw. It's delicious and juicy. Try it later."

"Okay." Daenerys's amethyst-like eyes showed charm, "I'm going to take a bath, do you want to come together?"

Of course, Samwell would not refuse, he waved his hand to signal the maid to leave, and then took over the task of undressing his wife himself.

Daenerys had just conceived, her belly was still smooth and flat, but her chest was swollen.

"How are you chatting with those nobles today?" Samwell asked while stripping his wife naked.

"It's so boring." Daenerys complained, "I should have gone hunting with you if I had known how uncomfortable it is for these nobles to meet with."

Samwell laughed loudly:

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? Who did you meet today?"

"Lord Layton of Old Town, he has been smiling all the time. He seems to know a lot about me. He also said that he sent someone to Qarth to look for me, but he just missed it. And Lord Rowan of Golden Tree City, he has a loud voice. And Lord Tas in the Evening Hall, a polite old gentleman, just boring..."

"Is there no one you can talk to?" Samwell asked.

He had already served his wife and motioned for her to help him undress.

"Countess Tanya in the Long Table Hall is quite easy to chat with me. She is from Myr, and I went to Myr when I fled with my brother." Daenerys unbuttoned her husband's neckline while Looking into his eyes with ambiguous eyes, "You should have a good relationship with her, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

Daenerys pursed her mouth: "Didn't her son be adopted by you?"

Samwell laughed loudly, scratched her upturned nose, and said:

"What adopted son? That's a hostage. Back then, the Marilynweiss family participated in the Deer Party rebellion. I killed Earl Orton and helped Mrs. Tanya take over, but I also asked her to send her only son as an adopted son."

"Oh, that's it." Daenerys mused.

"What is their attitude towards you, the daughter of the mad king?"

"Curiosity and scrutiny, and they are deliberately avoiding mentioning my father, especially the nobles of the storm." Speaking of this, Daenerys snorted softly, "Maybe they are also embarrassed."

While talking, the two had already taken off their clothes. Samwell picked up his wife and walked into the hot tub.

Considering that it is not suitable to do that in the early stages of pregnancy, Samwell didn't do anything, just took a normal bath.

Of course, the body will definitely react normally, so he tried to continue to find topics to divert attention:

"Have you tested their opinion on the attack on King's Landing?"

"Well, I mentioned it. Of course, they all expressed their support for us to retake King's Landing, and agreed that the Iron Throne belongs to the blood of the true dragon. However, most people seem to think that it is not appropriate to use force in the near future."

"Why?"

"Because winter is coming. The lords are busy storing food for the winter, so they don't want to fight."

Samwell nodded, not surprised by this.

"I also said about the White Walkers..." Daenerys said, "but almost no one believed it."

"Of course no one would easily believe the legends from tens of thousands of years ago."

"Then how are you going to convince these lords?"

"Use profit to seduce, use prestige to subdue." Samwell said, "Of course, you can also tell them that I have seen a different ghost in a dream. Targaryen blood has the ability to dream of dragons, so it should be able to win the trust of many people." .”

Daenerys nodded, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Speaking of dreams, Sam, I dreamed of Viserion last night."

"Oh?" Samwell knew that the golden dragon should have fallen into the hands of Euron Greyjoy, "What exactly did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of black seas, black skies, and Viserion chained in thick chains, roaring in pain. Then a huge sharp arrow hit him, and blood flowed like lava, igniting The whole sea..."

Samwell fell silent for a while, thinking about the meaning of the dream.

Daenerys asked worriedly:

"Sam, is Viserion's life in danger?"

"Don't worry, I won't let it happen." Samwell patted her on the back, kissed her lips, and comforted her, "After this war mobilization meeting, it will take some time for the lords to assemble their army. Taking this opportunity, I will take you to find Viserion."

"Where can I find it?"

"Iron Islands." Samwell's eyes flashed coldly, "The Stormland Fleet has been formed, and it is ready to fight against the Iron Fleet. As long as we fight the Remnant Iron Fleet, we don't have to worry about being attacked by the enemy when we go north to cross the river." The navy harassed."

"Yeah." Daenerys also felt relieved, her stiff body softened, and she approached her husband's arms.

Now, she could feel the changes in the man's body more clearly.

"Do you want me to help you?" Daenerys reached out and took a gentle grasp.

"This...is not good for your health." Samwell hesitated.

Daenerys has just been pregnant here, and Margaery has just given birth there, so Samwell must have endured a bit of hardship during this period.

"I can use other methods." Daenerys said with a smile.

As he spoke, he buried his head in the water.