Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The new moon is in the sky, sharp and light as a knife.

The dense trees blocked the sunlight, and the crows' cries occasionally sounded in the dark air.

"...You are the heir of the Tully family, a descendant of jungle hunters, how can you not hunt?"

Samwell's vision gradually became clearer, and he saw his father, Lord Randyll Tarly, stuffing a bow into the hands of a fat boy aged fourteen or fifteen.

The child had fear written all over his face.

This expression of fear angered Earl Landau, who snapped:

"Go! Before dark, if you get nothing, you will want to eat."

Samwell looked at his young self and turned around with a sad face, walking into the forest.

The dappled sunlight poured down through the gaps between the leaves, and another figure of myself melted away like morning mist.

Is this the vision of green? Samwell thought.

I went back to seven years ago, before time travel?

"Father..." Samwell tried to shout.

But his voice turned into the caress of leaves, dissipated in the wind.

However, Earl Randyll Tarly seemed to sense something, suddenly raised his head, and stared at a huge weirwood tree in the forest for a long time.

But soon, his figure also melted away like smoke.

The green flooded up like a tide, flooding Samwell's vision.

Then there was the sound of fighting, and the screen reappeared, turning into a battle team scene.

One side is a knight wearing steel armor, and the other side is a savage wearing animal fur. Blood splatters, flesh and blood fly, and the images change rapidly. The battle scenes melt like ice and snow, and are replaced by sacrifice scenes.

Hundreds of wildlings knelt before the weirwood, chanting, praying to the gods to give them the power to avenge them.

Then the picture changed again. A thin and dark wildling girl stood on tiptoe and kissed a tall and strong Andal knight.

The image is still changing, and the trees are also shrinking, even turning into saplings, until they disappear into the soil.

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes and autumn comes.

Samwell discovered that this so-called "green vision" appeared to be the vision of the weirwood.

No wonder the First Men carved human faces on weirwood. They were not just a tree, but a window, a pair of eyes.

The "Three-Eyed Raven" has a thousand and one eyes, and these eyes are probably not intelligence personnel like the "little bird" of the "Octospider", but a thousand and one weirwoods.

Samwell's vision is now fixed on a weirwood in the forest near Horn Hill, but there is no information he wants to see here. But he didn't know how to change the angle of view, and he didn't know how to "possess" other weirwoods.

In desperation, he had no choice but to withdraw his mental power.

Green smoke billowed upwards, and quickly faded away.

Opening his eyes again, Samwell had already returned to the hall of the Eagle's Nest City.

Just now he secretly learned the "green vision" by imitating Bran Stark's mental fluctuations, but now it seems that he only learned part of it.

Samwell didn't bother with it, got up and went back to the room.

After a night's rest, early the next morning, he took Bran on the white dragon and continued south.

When at last they reached King's Landing the sky was dark and the stars were out.

The white dragon flew over the city, causing a commotion.

"His Majesty is back!"

"The son of the Seven Gods is back!"

The cheers spread in the city along the path of the white dragon's flight, like stones making a series of ripples on the lake.

When Samwell landed inside the Red Keep, Captain Barristan Selmy of the Kingsguard was waiting there.

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

Samwell pointed to Bran and Hodor behind him, and ordered:

"This is Bran of the Stark family, and the servant Hodor. You arrange for them to stay in the Red Keep."

"yes."

Then Samwell strode towards Maegor's Tower and asked at the same time:

"Daenerys and... the little princess are alright?"

"Her Majesty the Queen is well, and the little princess is also healthy."

"That's good." Samwell quickened his pace and walked to Daenerys' room.

The closer they got, the more excited Samwell became.

Boom——

He knocked lightly on the door, but got no response.

Ser Barristan reminded in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, the queen and the little princess have gone to bed very early in the past few days."

Samwell was a little disappointed, but he nodded and decided to see his daughter again tomorrow.

The moment he turned around, the door suddenly opened.

"Sam! You're back!"

A warm and soft body rushed forward, and Samwell quickly hugged her, and quickly found the position of her red lips, and gave her a kiss.

"Sorry, I missed the birth of my daughter."

"It doesn't matter." Daenerys smiled, "You are the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and you have more important things to do. By the way, how is the situation on the Great Wall? Has the White Walker really come?"

"The White Ghost is here. But the situation on the Great Wall is fine. The savages have already come in. The White Ghost seems to be afraid of something in the Great Wall and dare not attack. Let's go in and talk, it's cold outside."

Only then did Samwell notice that Daenerys was only wearing a silver silk pajamas, and quickly carried her into the room.

The fireplace in the house was burning, and the heat emitted dispelled the winter chill.

The smell of amber and flowers fills the air with a sense of calm and tranquility.

"Where's the little guy?"

"Asleep in the room."

Daenerys stepped on the wool carpet with her delicate snow-white feet, took her husband's hand, and walked slowly to the inner nursery.

Samwell subconsciously held his breath, and even slowed down his heartbeat, for fear of waking the little princess out of sleep.

She has the same black hair as Samwell, her eyelashes are thick and curved, her eyes are closed, she is sleeping soundly, and her round face is so cute that people can't help but want to pinch it.

"She's so pretty," Samwell said involuntarily.

"Is it prettier than me?" Daenerys asked softly as she hugged her husband from behind with both hands, resting her delicate chin on his shoulder.

"It's just as good-looking."

Seemingly dissatisfied with her husband's answer, Daenerys snorted softly, turned him over to face her, and said coquettishly:

"Look again?"

Samwell grinned silently:

"You still look better."

Only then did Daenerys send a kiss with satisfaction.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Samwell gently pushed his wife away: "Are you inconvenient now?"

"I think it's all right." Daenerys put her arms around her husband's neck and held on. "Put me to bed, Sam."

Samwell hugged her by the waist:

"Then don't cry out."

Daenerys bit her red lips and said with a delicate smile:

"Then let's go next door."

...

In the early morning of the next day, Daenerys woke up from her sweet sleep.

Opening his eyes, he found himself alone on the big feather bed.

She hugged the soft velvet quilt, stretched her body lazily, her face flushed with happiness, as if she was reminiscing about the passionate indulgence after reuniting with her lover last night after a long absence.

But soon, Daenerys got out of bed and went to the next room.

Sure enough, he saw Samwell half-kneeling in front of the baby's cradle, motionless.

Daenerys looked at the man's thick back, and a burst of warmth and sweetness surged in her heart again.

She walked over with light steps, knelt down beside her husband, and asked in a low voice:

"Is she still awake?"

"Not yet." Samwell tilted his head and kissed his wife's hair, "After all, I woke up twice last night."

Daenerys rested her head on her husband's shoulder and said:

"You haven't named her yet."

Samwell thought for a moment, and said:

"It's up to you to get it."

"Really?" Daenerys gave her husband a suspicious look.

"Um."

When the first son was born, Samwell named him Octavian. In fact, he was determined to make him his heir.

However, people in this world obviously failed to understand the meaning of this name, and would think this name was too weird.

Margaery also asked Samwell in private if Octavian was the name of an ancestor of the Tully family.

With such a lesson, and not too many requirements for his daughter, he only hopes that she can grow up healthy and happy, so this time Samwell simply gave up the naming right to his wife.

After thinking for a moment, Daenerys said:

"Let's call Reynis."

Rhaenys is a fairly common female name in House Targaryen.

Rhaegar Targaryen's daughter, Daenerys' niece, once took this name, but unfortunately died in the Reaver War.

The most famous Rhaenys Targaryen is of course the sister and queen of Aegon the Conqueror.

However, one of the Targaryen family, Rhaenys, is also quite famous, that is the eldest daughter of Aemon, the eldest son of Jaehaerys I, also known as the "Uncrowned Queen", who almost became the first person to sit on the Iron Throne women.

Samwell didn't know which Renis Daenerys was trying to commemorate when she named her daughter this name, but he didn't ask.

"Rhaenis is a good name." He nodded with a smile, agreeing to the name.

The little princess in the cradle seemed to hear her name, turned over and woke up.

Then loud cries echoed in the room.

Daenerys quickly picked up her daughter, rocked her gently, and nursed her.

Samwell tries to help but is thrown out by his wife.

"It's time for you to meet Margaery and Octavian," she said, "and Sarah, her fiancé has been missing for so many days."

Samwell had to bid farewell to his wife and daughter temporarily, washed up and went to Margaery's bedroom.

She also just got up, and she was sitting in front of the dressing table, her brown curly hair was pulled into a loose and casual style, and her delicate makeup was reflected in the silver mirror. When she saw her husband coming in, Margaery immediately turned her head and showed a delighted smile:

"Sam, you're back."

"Well, I came back yesterday and went to see Dany and Renis." Samwell stepped forward and kissed his wife.

"Reynis? Is this the name of a little princess? It's not bad."

"Where's Octavian?"

"inside."

Samwell walked through the front hall and came to the bedroom, and saw his son staggering beside the bed chasing the red dragon.

Seeing his father, Octavian froze for a moment, then giggled and ran over clumsily.

Samwell stepped forward, picked up his son, and said with a smile:

"They're all leaving!"

Margaery also came in: "Yeah, at first I was crawling and chasing Yaoyang, and then suddenly ran on two legs someday. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

"No."

"I let them prepare."

"good."

Seeing that the little master stopped chasing him, the red dragon flew over with fluttering wings, circled around Samwell, and finally stopped on his shoulder, teasing Octavian with his slender neck.

If possible, Samwell is willing to stay in such a warm and simple scene forever, but unfortunately, he still has seven kingdoms to rule.

"How is your investigation on the theft of the dragon egg?"

He went to the table, where the servants had laid out a sumptuous meal.

Margaret took her son from her husband's arms, handed it to the nurse, and said:

"It didn't go well. We searched the whole city, but we didn't find any trace of the dragon egg, and the son of Sea King, Bruce Antarion, seemed to have evaporated from the world."

"Gavin didn't find Bruce either?"

"No." Margaery offered her husband a glass of milk, "but Gavin found a few passers-by who passed by the Reynis Hills at that time. According to them, they did see Bruce come out of the ruins of the Dragon's Lair."

Margaret paused, then said in an emphatic tone: "Alone."

Samwell nodded thoughtfully:

"Under the blockade of King's Landing, I still can't find this person. It seems that this Bruce has some skills."

Margaret said:

"Gavin suspects that this Bruce Antarion is disguised by the Faceless Man. Only in this way can he change his face at will and avoid the soldiers' search."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Samwell shook his head firmly:

"Bruce Antarion is not a Faceless Man."

Seeing Margaery's puzzled eyes, he explained again:

"The Faceless Man uses witchcraft to change his face. If Bruce is a Faceless Man, I would know it when we first met."

Margaery nodded, but immediately showed an even more puzzled expression:

"So how did he escape our hunt? Even Gavin's hundreds of little birds couldn't find him."

Samwell didn't speak, he cut off a piece of sausage expressionlessly, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

After a while, he spoke again and said:

"It appears that this was a well-planned operation."

Margaret bit her red lips lightly, and asked:

"The key is who planned it? Could it be Neptune? But what good does it do him to offend us?"

Samwell took a sip of milk and said:

"Maybe I'll find out when I get to Braavos."

"Are you leaving again?" Margaery showed a reluctant face.

Samwell held his wife's hand, sighed, and said:

"Sorry. I can't rest right now..."

"I understand." Margaery quickly calmed down and smiled again, "You still want to save the world."

Samwell shrugged: "If possible, I'd rather take you to an uninhabited island and live in peace."

Margaery covered her mouth and smiled:

"That's okay. There's got to be a king on the Iron Throne."