Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The dark blue Dorne Sea is calm.

A ship with a yellow sun and white moon quartered coat of arms splits the waves and heads south.

"Lord Tas, Blood Reef Island is ahead."

Lord Selwyn Tars, Lord of Evening Hall in the Stormlands, looked at the small island in front of him and ordered, "Come closer."

"My lord, I can't rely on it." The captain shook his head and said, "There are hidden reefs all around the Blood Reef Island. Big ships can't get close to it. If you want to go to the island, you can only change to a small boat."

Earl Selwyn nodded slowly, and suddenly understood why this island was chosen for the three-land talks.

Big ships can't get close, and each lord is limited to bring only one guard to the island, which ensures that no one can play tricks on the Three Realms Talks.

After all, there are insidious, cunning, and unreputable Dornishmen on the opposite side, so such caution is necessary.

The Earl of Selwyn changed his boat and rowed to the island with only one family knight.

When he landed on the island, he realized that many people had come here.

The lords, large and small, of the Stormlands were basically all present.

It seems that Caesar is quite attractive in the storm. Earl Selwyn thought to himself, and stepped forward to greet the nobles.

"Is Lord Caesar here?"

"Not yet." Countess Marie Meteling, lord of Wulin City, said.

Earl Selwyn looked around in the crowd, wondering, "Why didn't you see the Dornishmen?"

"In the cave."

Earl Selwyn looked in the direction of the old lady's finger, and saw a towering hill in the northwest corner of the island.

He took a few steps curiously, turned to another direction, only to find a hollow in the mountain, which looked like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, and the stone pillars standing in a row were its teeth.

The Dornishmen had arranged a rough stone step in the cave, on which was an iron chair.

"What are they doing?" Earl Selwyn wondered.

"Preparing for the coronation."

"The coronation ceremony?" Earl Selwyn was stunned for a moment, "Who will be crowned?"

"I heard that the people of Dorne are preparing to crown Princess Myrcella Baratheon." Madam Marie said with a touch of sarcasm, "They said that according to the inheritance law of Dorne, Myrcella's right to inherit the Iron Throne is ranked first. Before Tommen."

"Dorne's bullshit law." Earl Selwyn spat, and asked again: "High Court also agrees to crown Princess Myrcella? And Caesar?"

"They should all agree. Otherwise, there would be no meeting. Once Princess Myrcella is crowned here, the three realms of Reach, Dorne, and Stormlands will form an alliance to deal with the Lannister family in King's Landing. Madame Marie sighed, looking a little disappointed, "And Caesar probably wants to get the canonization of Duke of Storm's End from Myrcella."

Lord Selwyn frowned.

Because of his daughter Brienne's relationship, and he himself is more optimistic about Caesar who owns the dragon, the Tars family has sworn allegiance to Caesar.

But now when he heard that Caesar was going to recognize Myrcella as queen, Earl Selwyn was suddenly unhappy.

"Caesar probably wouldn't do that." Earl Selwyn said, "Caesar killed Myrcella's brother back then, claiming that none of the three of them were of the blood of the previous king..."

At this moment, Earl Selwyn suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings in the air.

When he raised his head, he saw a milky white dragon appearing above his head.

It was larger than any giant elephant Lord Selwyn had ever seen, and its spread wings cast a large shadow on the ground, which was daunting.

Here comes Caesar!

The arrival of Bailong has attracted everyone's attention.

Earl Selwyn stepped forward, wondering if he would see his daughter.

But obviously, he thought too much.

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back, holding a girl in a green dress and a garland of winter snow roses in her arms—

Margaery Tyrell.

Earl Selwyn thought that his daughter would come as Caesar's bodyguard, but unexpectedly, Caesar brought his wife instead of a bodyguard...

However, with Bailong around, there was really no need to bring any guards.

What's more, Caesar himself is also the top expert in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Lord Caesar." Earl Selwyn stepped forward to salute, "Miss Margery."

"Lord Selwyn." Samwell nodded with a smile.

Samwell still had a good impression of this Lord of the Stormlands who offered his allegiance to him.

"Lord Selwyn." Margaery also greeted with a smile, "I finally know who Miss Brienne inherited her tallness and bravery from."

Earl Selwyn laughed loudly, and also replied with some words of blessing and praise.

A group of storm lords also gathered around, and Samwell took Margaery to greet them one by one, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

At this moment, Mrs. Mary asked abruptly:

"Master Caesar, I heard that you plan to crown Princess Myrcella?"

"That was the idea of ​​the Dornishmen and the people of the Reach," laughed Samwell. "Not mine."

Earl Selwyn breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Caesar, please believe me, the nobles of the Stormlands don't like Lannister, let alone the false king on the Iron Throne."

Seeing all the storm lords nodding in agreement, the smile on Samwell's mouth became more and more obvious.

He can now be sure that most of the nobles of the Stormlands are extremely angry and unwilling for the Lannister family to steal the Iron Throne that should have belonged to the Baratheon family. They are eager for revenge, eager to make Lannister pay the price, and eager to restore Glory of the Stormlands.

They just lack a leader.

But in today's Baratheon family, there is no such person.

Stannis Baratheon was not a beloved lord, not to mention that he stormed the city of King's Landing before, but he was defeated and his reputation was discredited.

This is Samwell's chance...

At this moment Loras Tyrell also came.

Due to the recent civil strife and being too far away from Blood Reef, only the three little lords closest to the Dorne Sea came to the Reach this time, and Highgarden only sent Loras as a representative to watch the ceremony. .

After exchanging pleasantries, Samwell left Margaery to talk with everyone, and walked towards the cave by himself.

More than 20 lords of Dorne came. Samwell glanced around and found that they were all lords from the central and eastern regions, and none of the territories in the west of Dorne that were far away from here sent anyone.

Of course, the Dane family of Starfall City, which is located in the westernmost part of Dorne, did not come either. However, given the current relationship between Starfall City and Sunspear City, even if they were close, Prince Doran might not send an invitation.

"His Royal Highness Doran."

"Sam." Prince Doran smiled.

"Where is Princess Myrcella?"

"I'm looking at the sea." Prince Doran pointed to the front.

It was only then that Samwell noticed a thin figure by the sea, standing alone on a rock, looking into the distance in a daze.

"Do you know which family this island belongs to?" Prince Doran asked suddenly.

"It should be the Tolan family of Soul Hill." Samwell withdrew his gaze.

This island was chosen by him personally. What he liked was that there were hidden reefs around it, and the big ships couldn't get close to it——

This is to guard against the Qingting Island fleet.

Earl Paxter Redwyne has been missing, and Samwell suspects that the other party should be ambushing in this area of ​​the sea.

"That's right." said Prince Doran, "Have you seen the coat of arms of House Toland?"

"I remember a dragon eating its own tail?"

"Yes. This dragon represents time, with no beginning and no end, and it starts again and again." Prince Doran said with some inexplicable emotion, "Back then, Ser Christon Cole, the 'King's King', supported Prince Aegon on the Iron Throne. Princess Rhaenyla started a bloody civil war. Now we're going to support the older sister and beat the younger brother...it's a cycle."

Samwell said with a smile: "I heard people say that time is like a carriage. It seems to be moving forward, but in fact it is just the wheels turning repeatedly."

"Yes. There is nothing new under the sun." Prince Doran sighed for a while, took a box from the guard, and said:

"Sam, do you still remember my proposal when we met in Starfall City last time?"

Samwell looked at the ruby-studded Valyrian crown in the box and nodded.

The last time they met, Prince Doran proposed that Samwell wear the crown that belonged to Aegon the Conqueror and marry Princess Arianne Martell.

Unfortunately, Samwell refused.

"Three hundred years ago, Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen put on this crown, married two queens, and conquered Westeros. Today, you can do the same, wear the crown, and marry my daughter And Margaery, this is also a cycle." Prince Doran looked at Samwell with deep meaning in his eyes, "I prefer this cycle to brother-in-law killing."

Samwell looked at the shining red crown and was slightly dazed.

From Prince Doran's words, he smelled a different meaning——

The Martell family doesn't seem to intend to cooperate with Mrs. Olenna's plan.

"Your Highness Doran, everyone is here, can the ceremony begin?" Loras walked over.

Prince Doran nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's start."

Then, he turned to Samwell again: "If you have made up your mind, you can tell me at any time. I always think that this crown that belongs to the 'Conqueror' is more suitable to be worn on your head."

After speaking, Prince Doran called all the nobles to attend the ceremony.

Princess Myrcella by the sea was also led back, and stood in front of the throne on the high platform, bowing her head in silence.

The Bishop of Sunspear took the crown from Prince Doran and stood before Princess Myrcella.

"Myrcella Baratheon." The bishop said solemnly, "Under the gaze of the Seven Gods today, you are crowned king.

Wearing the crown, you should have mercy on the people of the seven kingdoms and ensure their livelihood; you should protect the nobles of the seven kingdoms and bestow them with glory; you should protect the believers of the seven gods so that they will be bathed in the glory of God forever.

May the brilliance of the Seven Gods shine on your path forever, grant you strength and protection, and keep you from being harmed from generation to generation..."

Princess Myrcella kept her head down, not looking at the man in front of her or the nobles in the audience, like a puppet.

The nobles of the storm looked at Samwell with inquiring eyes, as if they were waiting for his statement.

"How are you thinking?" Prince Doran asked in a low voice.

"Can you not marry your daughter?" Samwell said, "Change the terms."

Prince Doran looked helpless: "You hate Arianne so much?"

"I am mainly worried that marrying two wives rashly will offend the nobles who believe in the Seven Gods. Aegon the Conqueror can marry two wives because he already has the strength to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, and I still have lacking."

"Okay." Prince Doran actually compromised, "Let my son Quentin marry one of your sisters. But you must leave an heir in the Martell family."

"Leave an heir?"

"Yes. Since you don't want to marry my daughter, my nieces, Nymeria, Donna, Laurie...you can choose one of these beautiful 'sand snakes' as a lover and leave an heir."

Samwell frowned.

Prince Doran persuaded again: "As long as you agree to my conditions, the Martell family will give you full support. You can take away the storm army trapped in Dorne at any time. With them, you can easily conquer the storm." The loyalty of the nobles of the land. Even the armies of the riverlands and valleys, I can give you.

Believe me, with the help of House Martell, it will be a matter of time before you reach the Iron Throne.

Sam, to get something you have to give something.

And as a king, you must abandon your personal preferences and make the choice that is most beneficial to you. "

At this moment, the bishop finally finished his long prayer, stepped forward, and put the crown on Myrcella's head.

Samwell took a long breath and finally nodded:

"good."

Prince Doran smiled: "Go, go and take off her crown and put it on your own head. Caesar, you are the real king!"

"My lords, please step forward and pay homage to the queen!" the bishop announced loudly.

Samwell strode forward and came to the high platform, but did not kneel down.

"Myrcella," Samwell called her by name, "whose blood are you from?"

Myrcella lowered her head, not daring to meet Samwell's eyes.

Discussions erupted in the audience, the Riverbend nobles looked at each other, the Stormland nobles were eager to try, and the Dorne nobles all looked at Prince Doran, only to see that the other party raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.

"All the illegitimate children of the former king Robert Baratheon have black hair, and all the offspring born from the combination of the Baratheon family and the Lannister family also have black hair. Why are you blonde?"

Myrcella's head drooped even lower, and her thin body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this scene, Samwell couldn't say the next question.

This little girl may not be willing to accept the coronation, she is also a victim of power struggle.

Samwell sighed secretly, his tone slowed down a lot:

"Sorry, but you have no right to wear this crown."

After speaking, he stepped forward and took off the crown on Myrcella's head.

But at this moment, Samwell suddenly felt a piercing pain in his right hand.

Taking a closer look, he saw a slender poisonous snake actually hidden in the girl's long golden hair, biting his finger!

Myrcella finally raised her head, her gaze as indifferent as ice:

"A man owes his life to God."