Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The godswood in King's Landing is quiet and peaceful.

The tall walls blocked the hustle and bustle of people and horses in the castle, only the chirping of insects and birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind were heard.

Queen Margaery Tyrell walked alone in the forest, wearing leather boots and a green hunting coat, her curly long brown hair fluttering in the wind, her crystal eyes like the water of a midsummer lake.

Following the wheel marks in front of her, she saw Bran Stark in a wheelchair under a brown weirwood.

"Your Majesty the Queen." Bran bowed his head in the wheelchair, "Do you need me?"

Margaery shook her head lightly, showing a sweet smile:

"I just came to relax in the forest, and I didn't expect to meet you."

Bran looked into each other's eyes quietly, expressionless:

"Southerners believe in the Seven Gods, why would they like to come to the Godswood to relax? This is the domain of the old gods."

"Regardless of the new gods and old gods, as long as they can protect the people of the Seven Kingdoms, they are worthy of our worship."

Bran heard the Queen's implication:

"What if they can't protect the people of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Then what are they good for us?" Margaret said the blasphemous words lightly.

As Caesar's pillow, she naturally knows more secrets about the gods than ordinary people.

For example, the Red God's manipulation of Dickon Tarly, the conspiracy of Blood Reef Island, and the truth about the death of the Archbishop and the High Sparrow...

After knowing these things, Margaery certainly couldn't maintain her reverence and devotion to the gods.

Bran's blue eyes shone brightly, and said:

"The wisdom of mortals cannot understand the plans of the gods, so misunderstandings are normal."

Margaery immediately asked:

"Then tell me, what is your old god's plan?"

Bran shook his head slightly:

"I also can't understand the wisdom of the gods."

Margaery chuckled, stepped forward a few steps, and came to Bran's side.

A sad human face was carved on the weirwood in front of the two, and red sap flowed from those eyes like blood and tears.

After a moment of silence, Margaery asked again:

"Sam told me, as the elect of the old gods, the rumored green prophet, can you see the past and the future?"

"The ancient gods lent me their eyes so that I can see some fragments in the long river of time." Brand said, "But mortals have limited wisdom and may not really understand what they see .So, if you want a prophecy, I can give it to you, but be careful, prophecy is a poisoned pie."

"Sam also said something similar." Margaery nodded lightly. "He said that when you think you can gain insight into the future and control everything through prophecy, reality will always slap you."

"Then do you still want to ask?"

"want."

"What do you want to ask?"

Margaery stepped forward again, stretching out her hand to gently stroke the rough bark of the weirwood.

"About my son, Octavian."

Bran nodded, and his blue eyes rolled up suddenly, turning all green in an instant.

His expression became sluggish, as if his soul had left this body and drifted to nowhere.

After a while, Bran's voice sounded again, with an illusory sense of mystery, saying:

"He will be king."

Margaery was obviously relieved, but Bran's words continued:

"He will fall in love with a woman he shouldn't love, and the Seven Kingdoms will be bloodied for it. He will suffer the betrayal of his brothers, the suspicion of his vassals, and the accusation of his subjects. Westeros will be rekindled, and the corpse will be killed." Fill castles and villages, dragons will kill each other, the sky will be red with blood and fire, rebellion, slaughter, famine, death will follow... until witchcraft, fire and mourning put an end to it all."

The forest fell silent again, and Bran's words were blown away by the wind and disappeared into the air.

Margaery turned around, and there was no abnormal expression on her face. She watched the boy's eyes turn from green to blue again, and said with a smile:

"Octavian has no brothers."

Brand said: "Not now, it doesn't mean there won't be in the future."

Margaery was silent for a moment, her tone became somewhat complicated:

"Sam told me to watch out for you, as it seems I should."

Bran still had that indifferent expression, saying:

"I warned you, prophecy is a poisonous pie. It looks sweet, but it actually hides murder. Sometimes, it's better not to know than to know."

"Anyway, thank you for your prophecy." Margaery smiled, and then asked, "Let me ask one more question."

Bran warns: "The more you know, the more often the pain."

Margaery shook her head and said:

"It's not about Octavian. It's about the White Walkers. They haven't moved yet. Could it be that the Great Wall can really stop them?"

This time Bran replied without opening his green vision:

"The Great Wall can't stop their footsteps. Just as it can't stop the coming of winter. This is a catastrophe that human beings must face and cannot escape."

"Okay, I got it." Margaery nodded, "The two hundred thousand troops gathered in King's Landing, neither moving to the north nor disbanding. These days, there are always lords who bother me, it seems that next time If they come again, I can be tougher."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Margaret thanked her, then turned and left, but after walking a few steps, she turned around again and said:

"One last question, can Sam get back the stolen dragon eggs when he goes to Braavos this time?"

"Yes." Bran said in a very firm tone, "He can retrieve all the stolen dragon eggs."

"All?" Margaery asked suspiciously, "But there is only one dragon egg that was stolen."

"The Caesar family only lost one dragon egg, but not the Targaryen family."

Margaery showed a thoughtful expression, and at this moment, a black shadow floated over their heads, covering the sun.

"His Majesty Caesar is back." Bran looked at the white dragon that covered the sky and the sun, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

With a sweet smile on Margery's face, she bid farewell to Bran and walked out of the godswood quickly.

When she returned to Maegor's Tower, she saw that Samwell had jumped off the dragon's back and came over with a large package.

"Sam!" Margaery walked quickly, stepped forward to hug her husband, and kissed her husband, "Is everything going well?"

"Of course." Samwell unwrapped the package and showed the four dragon eggs to his wife, "There are additional rewards."

"Four?" Margaery immediately thought of Bran Stark's prophecy just now, and she didn't know whether to be happy or fearful, and the expression on her face became especially complicated.

Samwell explained:

"The other three are dragon eggs stolen from House Targaryen by Alyssa Farman."

"So that's how it is." Margaery calmed down, took her husband's arm, and walked towards the castle with him, "Daenerys will be very happy now. By the way, how is Braavos now? ? Need us to send in the military to prevent them from retaliating?"

"Don't worry about this. Braavos has surrendered. Sea King has become history, and now the city of mystery has become a province of the Iron Throne. Ferrego Antalion is the first governor, and the Iron Bank It will also be relocated to King's Landing. In short, there is still a lot of finishing work to be done, so you send someone to notify the cabinet ministers that I will hold an imperial meeting."

"Okay." Margaery nodded, and just walked away a few steps, but turned around and said, "Sam, Bran Stark told me something just now..."

Samwell glanced at his wife and said:

"I reminded you, the Bran Stark of today may not be the innocent boy from Winterfell back then."

"I understand." Margaery said, "I'm afraid he has become the spokesperson of the old god..."

"Perhaps the word puppet is more appropriate." Samwell said, "Remember, no matter what he told you, forget it all. There are hidden traps here. Think about what will happen to the Targaryen family by the prophecy? The fire at Midsummerhall, the suspicious Mad King, and that Prince Rhaegar who abducted someone else's fiancée."

"Don't worry. I won't become the mad queen." Margaery smiled, her expression obviously relaxed, "Okay, you go and give the dragon egg to Dani, and I'll notify the ministers."

"Okay." Samwell kissed his wife's forehead again, then turned and went up the spiral staircase.

Came to Daenerys' room and found her sitting in a rocking chair with her daughter Rhaenys in her arms.

"Hush——" Daenerys immediately raised her finger to cover her mouth when she saw Samwell coming in, and said softly, "She just fell asleep."

Samwell smiled and raised the package in his hand.

Daenerys raised her eyebrows instantly.

She got up carefully, put her daughter in the cradle, motioned the maid to continue rocking, and walked out lightly.

"Why are there so many dragon eggs?" As soon as she went out, Daenerys took the package and stroked the dragon eggs inside with a happy smile.

Before Samwell could explain, she immediately reacted:

"These are the three dragon eggs that were born by Princess Rhaena Targaryen's Dreamfire, right? They were stolen by Alyssa Farman."

"That's right."

"It's great!" Daenerys took out the dragon eggs one by one, watched them carefully, and liked them more and more.

However, she soon keenly noticed that only one of the four dragon eggs contained vitality, while the other three seemed lifeless.

"These three have been around for too long, and they are almost turning to stone." Daenerys said worriedly.

Samwell comforted: "Those dragon eggs that we hatched back then were also turned into stones."

"Yes." Daenerys immediately regained hope, "So, do we need to hold another hatching ceremony? Blood and Fire Festival?"

"Maybe not. Now that the magic tide is recovering, it is much easier to hatch a dragon than before." Samwell reached out and stroked a dragon egg, and a golden flame flickered in his palm.

Immediately, the scales on the surface of the dragon egg flickered faintly, as if to echo it.

"Huh? This dragon egg has become much hotter." Daenerys exclaimed in surprise, "It seems to have really come to life."

Samwell stroked the other two dragon eggs that had been around for a long time in turn, restoring their vitality.

"Now it should be able to hatch smoothly."

"Great!" Daenerys kissed her husband happily, but then she had happiness troubles again, "Which dragon egg should I put in Rhaenys's cradle now?"

Samwell laughed loudly and said:

"You put four dragon eggs in front of her and let her choose."

"good idea!"

Samwell gave all the dragon eggs to Daenerys, said goodbye to his mother and daughter, and came to the meeting hall.

At this time, all the cabinet ministers have received the notice and come to the meeting.

"Is there any new news about the Great Wall?" Samwell asked first.

"It's still the same, Your Majesty," Gavin Mander replied. "It seems that there is some kind of magic in the Great Wall that scares the White Walkers."

"So we can rest easy?" said Tyrion Lannister.

"Not necessarily." Randall Tarly shook his head, "I'm afraid the White Walkers are planning something, we can't take it lightly."

"Lord Randyll is right." Samwell echoed, "We must continue to make preparations. How is the dragonglass weapon?"

"The current Dragon Crystal weapons are enough to equip an army of 50,000 troops."

"Not enough." Samwell frowned.

"I have summoned almost all craftsmen from the Seven Kingdoms to King's Landing, and Dragonstone Island has also dispatched a large number of miners to mine dragon crystals. I believe the speed of weapon casting can be improved to a higher level. It is estimated that in three months, our 200,000 troops All will be replaced with dragonglass weapons."

"Three months..." Samwell pursed his lips, not satisfied with this time point.

But he also knows that this is already the limit of production capacity that can be achieved at present.

"Okay, then first arm the 50,000 troops and let them immediately go north to the Great Wall." Samwell gave the order.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Earl Randall nodded immediately.

But Tyrion said:

"Your Majesty, you may not know that many nobles have begun to complain... They feel that since the White Walkers cannot break through the Great Wall defense line, there is no need for us to maintain such a large army. After all, it is winter now, and food production has been severely reduced. We Still so aggressive..."

"Who is complaining?" Samwell interrupted coldly.

"Level Peake, Matus Rowan, Mary Metellin, Alexander Stonemon..."

Unexpectedly, Tyrion actually reported a series of names, as if he had recorded them long ago.

Everyone looked at this guy with weird faces, and he reported most of the nobles in the south, but he didn't mention any of the nobles in the north.

"Whoever complains, let them come to me directly." Samwell said, pretending not to see some of Tyrion's little thoughts.

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Tyrion briskly, without dwelling on the issue.

"In addition, there are still some things that you need to deal with in the future of Braavos." Samwell recounted the incident of Braavos' surrender.

When they heard that the most powerful and richest free trade city-state would become a province under the rule of the Iron Throne, everyone's faces were extremely excited.

"With the support of Braavos, our logistical pressure will be greatly reduced," Gavin said.

"Your Majesty, can the Iron Bank give up the ten-year mining right of Casterly Rock Gold Mine?" Tyrion asked cautiously.

Samwell glanced at him and said lightly:

"Go talk to them yourself."

Tyrion pursed his lips, as if realizing he was delusional.

Samwell got up and said:

"Okay, in three days, I will go north again, and I will continue to trouble you with the affairs of King's Landing."

"Yes, Your Majesty."