Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"The ancient gods."

The brilliance of the setting sun shines on the snow-capped mountains and forests.

"Listen to my oath and be my witness."

Samwell looked around and found himself standing among nine weirwoods.

The nine faces on the trunk stared at the center of the circle, and the dried sap in the eyes was like rubies.

"The long night is coming, I will watch from now on until I die..."

Samwell didn't move his mouth, but kept making sounds, reciting the oath——

Oath of the Night's Watch.

"I will not take a wife, hold no land, and have children. I will not wear a crown, and will not compete for honor..."

There were six other people who recited the oath with him.

But their faces were shrouded in smoke, and Samwell could see only their bronze armor.

"I will do my duty faithfully, and live and die here..."

Am I the earliest owner of the [Time] armor?

Samwell remembered the story Sir Robert Royce had told him.

"I am the sword in the dark, the watcher on the Wall, the flames against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the kingdom. To the Night's Watch I give my life and honor, tonight, night All night."

After the oath was finished, there was silence in the forest.

The seven got up one after another and walked out side by side.

Not far away is the world's largest architectural wonder - the Great Wall of Despair.

It is seven hundred feet high, stretching across the northernmost point of the northern border, extending thousands of miles to the east and west without interruption, as if proclaiming——

Here is the end of the world.

Samwell looked at the blue and white cliff that cut across the sky, and couldn't help being in awe.

When he looked up at the Great Wall, the majestic and thick ice seemed to press down on him and bury him.

When he was dizzy, Samwell staggered and found something hard under his feet.

The seven stopped and started digging in the snow.

There was actually a coffin buried in the snow.

The coffin was gray and white, made of weirwood, with two crossed long axes and a bloody face carved on it.

Samwell was wondering which family's coat of arms it was, and why he had never seen it before, when he realized that "I" had opened the coffin lid.

Inside lay a woman quietly—

A woman who is like a snow sculpture.

Pale skin, pale lips, only the garland of winter snow roses on the head is as red as blood.

is her!

Just then, she opened her eyes.

In the pale eyes, there is only ice and snow, cold and death.

Samwell seemed to be in a frozen wasteland, full of jagged blue and white ice needles, they shot at him like flying spears, trying to hug him.

That is the smell of death and despair!

But at this moment, a heat wave swept over, instantly enveloping Samwell.

He seemed to be immersed in hot spring water.

Everything comes alive.

full of life.

"He's awake!"

"Sam!"

"Lord Caesar!"

...

Familiar voices came from my ears, but only blurred light and shadow could be seen in front of my eyes.

Samwell only felt a surge of tiredness, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, everything in my vision became clear.

Samwell looked around and found himself in a tent, lying on a simple camp bed.

The servant, Katu, was lying on the side of the bed, seemingly asleep.

"Katu? Katu?"

Katu woke up in a daze, and when he saw Samwell, he exclaimed in surprise:

"My lord! Are you better?"

"Well, it should be fine." Samwell supported his body and tried to sit up.

Katu hurried forward to help, and asked, "My lord, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

"good."

Katu ran out and brought breakfast after a while.

A bowl of oatmeal, two boiled eggs, a few slices of kebab, creamy berries, and a glass of wine.

Samwell was really hungry and swept away the food.

"My lord, do you want more?"

"No need." Samwell felt that he should not eat too much at once, handed the tray to Catu, and asked, "Who treated my injury?"

"A red-robed witch from Asshai named Melisandre."

It really was her.

In the fire of the temple in the sky and the city, Samwell had actually seen the vision of the red robe witch.

It seems that my previous efforts to rely on the prophecy were not in vain. Melisandre did not choose Stannis Baratheon as in the original book this time, but found herself.

Moreover, R'hllor, the Lord of Light, seemed to have noticed himself.

Samwell withdrew his thoughts and asked again, "Did all six of you escape safely?"

Katu's eyes suddenly dimmed:

"We only came back alive four..."

Samwell's heart suddenly rose: "Which two failed..."

"Ser Ferrer-Royce failed to get out of the encirclement, and your brother Ser Dickon...he, he got an arrow in the back..."

Samwell's cheeks twitched, and he didn't speak for a while.

There was an unbearable silence in the camp.

Finally, Katu broke the silence and said:

"My lord, do you know why we saw Tianji City being breached, but after entering the city, the Dornishmen re-occupied the city?"

"Why?"

"It's all because of King Joffrey!" Katu gritted his teeth and growled. "He actually believed the Red Viper's promise of surrender. He ordered the withdrawal of the troops and let the Dornishmen surrender by themselves when they had already breached the city gate."

Samwell was dumbfounded and didn't recover for a while.

Of course he knew that Joffrey was a fool and a lunatic, but he didn't expect to be so stupid.

"Is no one stopping the king? Where's Ed Stark? He's the commander of this army."

"Lord Ed led the army to attack the city and was injured that day. He was dealing with the injuries in the rear, and the others didn't have time to stop the king." Katu's face twisted, "So many people died because of his order! Then Many people!"

Samwell lowered his head expressionlessly, his tone was like ice:

"No nobleman protested?"

Kato nodded:

"Of course, almost all the nobles expressed their dissatisfaction with the king. Earl Matus Rowan was so angry that he almost took his sword to chop off the king's head. As for the nobles in the north, they have clearly expressed their dissatisfaction." He will obey the orders of the Iron Throne again. Lord Eddard has even resigned from the position of Hand of the King, but fortunately, Ser Barristan Selmy pledged his reputation that he would not let the king's orders be passed on, which prevented this army The army fell apart."

Katu pursed his lips, and his tone turned into disdain, "Master Inflatable Fish is still flattering the king. I heard that he even wants to marry Miss Margaret to the king."

Samwell frowned: "Sansa Stark's engagement with the king has been dissolved?"

"Yes, Lord Ed announced the dissolution of the engagement the day he resigned."

Samwell nodded and fell silent again.

Katu got up and said goodbye: "My lord, you should have a good rest first."

"good."

After Kathu left, Samwell stayed alone for a while before getting off the bed.

The injury on the arm was actually not serious, and it was only because he was poisoned that he fell into a coma before.

Thinking of the absurd things that Joffrey did, thinking of his brother who died in battle, and the more than 300 cavalrymen who died tragically in the temple, Samwell could only feel a surge of anger rolling in his chest, almost gushing out , burn everything!

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came from outside the door:

"Sam, are you awake?"

Samwell recognized it was Margaery Tyrell's voice: "Come in, Miss Margaery."

The curtain was lifted, and Margaery walked in, wearing a dark green silk dress and a gold garland on her head, but the smile on her face seemed not as sweet as before.

"Thank the Seven Gods, you're really fine!" Margaery drew a seven-pointed star on her chest.

You should thank the Red God.

"Yes, Miss Margery, thank you for your concern."

Margaery came to the man and said softly:

"I regret what happened to you, your brother, and the more than three hundred warriors in the temple..."

Samwell fell silent upon hearing this.

Feeling the man's sadness, Margaery couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Your feats will be remembered. Especially you, Sam!" Margaery said excitedly, trying to make the atmosphere less stagnant, "You actually killed the 'Red Viper' in desperation! Most of this victory should be attributed to Your persistence. From this day on, the bards of Westeros will sing your name!"

Samwell forced a smile: "I'm afraid bards can only sing about the achievements of the king. Oh yes, I heard that you are going to be engaged to Joffrey. Congratulations, your queen dream is finally coming true."

"Yes." Margaery was not very happy when she heard the words, a bitter smile appeared on her face, "People always say 'be careful what you wish', I didn't understand it before, but now I understand , when the wish really comes true, I'm afraid it may not be what I want."

"You have the right to refuse." Samwell said.

"Do I really have one..." Margaery looked sad, "My father wanted me to be a queen since I was a child, and he has been looking forward to this day for too long..."

"And what about Lady Olenna?" asked Samwell. "What is her opinion of this marriage?"

"Before we left, grandma said let me see what kind of person Joffrey is..."

"And then? Refuse if it's not suitable?"

"Grandmother didn't say anything. I can't figure out how grandma is."

Samwell was a little speechless.

"Queen of Thorns" What does this mean? If it's not suitable, you have to marry hard? Then force Joffrey to go offline like in the original book?

But didn't Margaery also become a widow?

Perhaps in the eyes of these strategists, the happiness of the granddaughter has never been a consideration.

"What kind of person Joffrey is, through this war, I think you should also understand. As for whether to agree to this marriage contract... After all, you have to make your own choice." Samwell can only say this .

Margaery was silent for a moment, and asked with a hint of expectation that even she couldn't explain clearly:

"Sam, what do you think I should choose?"

"Your grandmother was originally engaged to Prince Daeron Targaryen, but she climbed into the bed of Duke Rose Tyrell herself, and this is how the 'Queen of Thorns' in Highgarden is today." Samwell borrowed I mentioned the example of Mrs. Olenna, but the meaning I want to express is already obvious.

Hearing this, Margaery stood there for a while before speaking again, with a tone as light as smoke:

"Thank you for your suggestion, Sam, I will think about it..."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and printed a tender kiss on Samwell's cheek:

"Good night, my knight."

"Good night, Miss Margery."

Samwell watched the girl's figure disappear outside the tent, and was speechless.

There was still an elegant fragrance of roses in the air, and the hickey marks on his face were still moist and warm.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, the little nobleman who also fell in love with the Duke's daughter, and became the biggest careerist in the Seven Kingdoms because of what he wanted, and finally died in his hands. inside.

What about himself?

What will be the fate of a little baron who dreams of sitting on the Iron Throne in the future?

On the boat in Black Water Bay, the thin man with gray-green eyes seemed to be looking at him with a sarcastic smile——

Caesar, you shouldn't have killed me.

Samwell chuckled, erasing Petyr's voice from his mind.

A dead person, how could he stop his footsteps?

As for Margaery, she had to make her own choice after all.

And with or without her, Samwell will continue on his own path.

So, he calmed down, turned around and came to the corner of the tent, where the luggage and items were piled up.

Opening the innermost package, Samwell saw the dragon egg lying quietly in it.

He reached out and touched it, and this stubborn stone-like dragon egg exuded a faint heat, as if a ball of fire was conceived in it.

This reminded him of the prophecy picture he saw in the sea of ​​flames in the sanctuary——

The stars wept blood.

The king's name day banquet will have a red comet descending.

There will also be a magic dragon awakening!

Samwell recalled everything he had experienced in the church, the soldiers who died in vain, and his younger brother... Finally, he made up his mind.

In the next second, he picked up the heavy book that he took out from the study of Grand Maester Pacelle——

"The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms"

Caressing the yellowed cover, Samwell's eyes were filled with flames of vengeance, and he spoke the revelation that the Witch and Witch gave Daenerys Targaryen:

"Only death can buy life."