Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The sun was setting, and the sea south of Storm's End was golden.

Samwell stood on the pier, watching a black dot in the distant sky gradually grow larger until it showed the full appearance of the black dragon Drogon.

There is also a small green tail behind the black dragon's buttocks, that is the green dragon Rego.

The white dragon Cleopatra looked much more stable, crouching quietly behind Samwell, seeing the two black and green dragons circling in the sky, spewing out two balls of hot air from their noses, as if they couldn't stand the childishness of the same kind gas.

The black dragon circled over the pier a few times, then swooped down and landed beside Samwell.

The green dragon landed on Cleopatra's back, but was overturned by the white dragon's tail.

"Sam! I see the fleet!" Daenerys jumped off the back of the black dragon.

Samwell hugged her quickly, and said with reproaches:

"Be careful when you're pregnant, don't jump up and down like this."

"Got it." Daenerys put her arms around her husband's neck and kissed her with a smile.

The two lingered for a moment, and Samwell put her down.

At this time, the outline of the fleet could already be seen on the sea level in the east. After nearly three months of long voyage, the fleet carrying the Unsullied army finally arrived at Vester across half the world from Slaver's Bay. Luo mainland.

Samwell had been looking forward to this army for a long time.

The Caesar family rose too fast, which also led to a lack of background. Relying on Samwell's personal ability and the blessing of the dragon, they won the support of Stormland and Reach.

But the lack of direct power has always been a weakness of the Caesar family, and Samwell doesn't want to use the water of night shadows combined with illusions to fool him every time he mobilizes a war.

Now that he has the army of the Unsullied, his confidence is even stronger.

After capturing King's Landing, Samwell believes that his prestige will reach a new level.

Under the strong wind of the narrow sea, the fleet quickly sailed into the port. More than a hundred large ships were mighty and mighty, covering the waters in front of them. The Stormland fleet had to leave temporarily, and the port was made available for the fleet to dock.

On the three large ships in the front row of the fleet, the names of the ships painted in gold are shining brightly in the setting sun.

Bellerion, Vagarhar, Meraxes.

Three hundred years ago, the conquerors of House Targaryen landed in Westeros with three dragons, and today, three ships with the same name arrive at the port of Storm's End.

Among the crowd on the pier, bursts of cheers suddenly erupted:

"Long live His Majesty the Storm King!"

"Long live His Majesty Caesar!"

"Long live the dragon!"

...

The white dragon Cleopatra finally got excited, spread her huge wings, and stirred up a cloud of ashes and dust in the air. The black dragon Drogon and the green dragon Rego also flapped their wings, and there was a whirring sound of piercing the air. The scorching wind caused people around to retreat one after another.

Daenerys tucked into her husband's arms, the long skirt fluttered under the hot wind, outlining an infinitely beautiful body curve.

On the deck of the flagship Balerion, Ser Barristan Selmy looked at the three most conspicuous dragons on the shore, and couldn't help expressing emotion:

"The dragon has grown up again, especially the white dragon, it grows so fast."

Ser Jorah Mormont looked at the white dragon's pair of leather wings that were almost as big as the sails, and asked with some doubts:

"None of the dragons of the Targaryen family grew so fast, did they?"

Ser Barristan shook his head, his white beard blowing in the wind:

"Normally speaking, a white dragon with the size of a white dragon should be at least thirty or forty years old. But Caesar's dragon...is only three years old."

Jorah's eyes widened: "You said it was three years old?"

"Yes, three years ago, Caesar hatched the giant dragon in Tianji City. At that time, hundreds of soldiers from the River Bend witnessed it." Sir Barristan was stunned, and after a while, he sighed in a complicated tone.

"Perhaps Caesar is really the chosen one."

Jorah instinctively wanted to refute, but didn't know where to start. As the Balerion slowly approached the shore, he also saw Daenerys in Caesar's arms, and his expression became more and more sour.

The two walked down the gangway, came to Daenerys, knelt down on one knee, and said:

"Your Majesty, we have returned with your army and KaLS."

"You should call me Your Majesty the Queen." Daenerys smiled, then looked at the man beside her, "Caesar is your king."

At this time, Sir Kato Huya and Gray Worm also disembarked. The two of them did not hesitate to salute Samwell first.

Sir Barristan hesitated for a moment, then knelt down to Samwell again and saluted him, calling him His Majesty.

Ser Jorah's face changed for a while, but he could only kneel down and salute to Samwell.

"Welcome back." Samwell helped the four of them up and asked with a smile, "The journey went smoothly?"

"It went well, Your Majesty," Sir Cato reported, "only when we encountered a strange red storm in the sea near the ruins of Valyria. Fortunately, the rest of the ships were rescued in time, most of the crew were salvaged, and only four Unsullied and eight sailors were lost."

"It's too bad," Daenerys said sadly. "I heard that Valyria is so full of curses that the living can't come near it."

Sir Barristan nodded and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, we have tried our best to avoid the terrible sea area with red smoke, but unexpectedly we were hit by a storm."

"It's good to come back." Samwell turned around and took a few people to the shore, "Let's take a rest for a week, and there is still a big battle waiting for you."

Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah looked at each other thoughtfully.

Sir Katu was excited when he heard this. This young man from the Huya tribe was full of desire for battle and honor.

Gray Worm was expressionless. As an Unsullied, even if he was a high-ranking military officer, he was still used to obeying orders without thinking.

As soon as he returned to Storm's End, Gavin Mander found him and handed a letter to Samwell:

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from Yronwood City."

Samwell took the letter, flipped through it quickly, and then smiled:

"Arianne Martell has surrendered."

Daenerys also laughed:

"This is good news! It seems that the Martell family is not as indomitable as their language says."

"The water and land passages have been cut off, and the Martell family is at the end of their ropes. If they don't surrender, Sunspear City will suffer famine." Gavin explained with a smile, "If the Martell family surrenders, we will have nothing to do if we attack King's Landing." Worry about the future."

Samwell restrained his smile, pondered for a while, and said:

"I still have to go to Dorne. Some layouts should also be finalized. The plan for the Stormland and Reach troops to gather at the Bronze Gate City will continue as usual. Gavin, you are responsible for organizing the troops of Storm's End."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Dani." Samwell said again, "during my absence, I need you to sit in the Copper Gate City. My father will be responsible for military affairs, and you only need to entertain those lords and nobles on my behalf."

"Okay." Daenerys replied, "You will come back before the big battle officially starts?"

"Of course." Samwell kissed her forehead, "It will take at least a month for the army to assemble, enough for me to deal with the affairs of Dorn."

After speaking, he hurried back to his study, wrote a letter to Natalie Dane, and handed it over to Bachelor Qyburn to send it to Starfall City with a raven.

Then he went to see Margaery again.

She was breastfeeding her son, and when she saw her husband coming in, she smiled and asked:

"Did the Slave Bay fleet arrive smoothly?"

"Well, two ships sank in a storm, but fortunately most of the crew were rescued."

"That's good."

Samwell stepped forward and squeezed the little guy's hand, and Octavian grabbed his father's index finger with his backhand.

"The little guy is quite powerful." Samwell frowned.

"Isn't it because I have been holding the dragon egg and refused to let go, and I have practiced it."

Samwell laughed.

Margaret said a little sadly: "I don't know when this egg will hatch..."

"It will naturally hatch when it's time to hatch." Sam Wells said.

The dragon egg with red lines was lying quietly in Octavian's arms at the moment, exuding a faint heat.

"By the way, the Martell family has surrendered, I'm going to visit Dorne." Samwell said.

"Okay, be careful all the way." Margaery warned, and then asked, "What about the Tongmen City? Is the plan to gather the army going as usual?"

"Of course it will continue as usual. With my father in charge, there will be no problems in military affairs. In addition, I asked Dany to receive the noble knights on my behalf."

Margaery thought for a while, and suggested:

"Why don't I go too. After all, Dany just came to Westeros and is not yet familiar with the nobles. It would be better if I was there to help."

"Don't you need to rest and recuperate after giving birth? What about Octavian? Do you also take it with you? Tongmen City is about to become the front line, and it is always dangerous."

"I'm not that delicate." Seeing her husband frowning, Margaery persuaded her with a smile, "It's the same with Octavian. Besides, the Bronze Gate City is not considered the front line. Lannisters will never dare to cross the Blackwater River. We There's no danger."

Samwell pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Okay, then you can also go to Tongmen City, but don't go further north."

"good."