Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Myrcella, are you feeling better?"

In the old palace of Sunspear, Princess Arianne asked with concern.

"I... I'm so dizzy..." Princess Myrcella struggled to sit up from the bed, "What's wrong with me?"

"Before we watched praying for rain by the Green Blood River, there was a commotion in the crowd, and there was an assassin hiding in it, intending to murder you. Fortunately, the guards arrived in time, and you only injured your arm."

Princess Myrcella looked at her tightly bandaged right hand, and finally remembered what happened before, she asked with lingering fear:

"Did the assassin catch it? Who ordered it?"

"I didn't catch it. But don't worry, I have strengthened the guards around you and will never let similar things happen again."

"um. Thank you."

"This is what I should do. You should pay more attention to rest. Although the injury is not serious, it has bled a lot, so don't be careless."

"En." Princess Myrcella lay down obediently again.

"By the way." Princess Arianne said again, "I have good news to tell you in advance."

"What good news?"

"The murderer who killed your brother will soon be punished."

"You mean the murderer of Joffrey?"

"Yes." A murderous intent flashed in Princess Arianne's eyes, "My father has already gone to avenge my uncle."

Princess Myrcella was slightly startled.

Of course she knew that the man who killed Arianne's uncle, Prince Oberyn the Red Viper, was also the man who killed her brother Joffrey—

Samwell Caesar.

Princess Myrcella has mixed feelings about the knight who once gave herself the wreath and laurel crown symbolizing the "Queen of Love and Beauty" at the tournament in King's Landing.

Although the other party killed her brother, she was always unable to hate the other party.

Now, is he going to die?

Princess Myrcella suddenly felt an undue sadness in her heart.

——

"A man owes his life to God."

Hearing this, Samwell's mind exploded, and he immediately realized that Princess Myrcella in front of him was disguised by the Faceless Man!

But when did he owe his life to the God of Many Faces?

The numbness spread rapidly upwards, and he could no longer feel his right hand.

poisonous!

"Get out!" Samwell roared, and swung his left hand loudly.

The Faceless Man froze for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that the opponent still had the strength to launch an attack, and what made him even more horrified was that Samwell's speed was as fast as lightning——

He has no time to hide!

Snapped--

The big hand pressed the Faceless Man's face.

Under the terrifying force, he was picked up like a rag doll, and then slammed down on the iron chair behind him!

puff--

The head exploded like a watermelon.

All the nobles who watched the ceremony exclaimed, they didn't even know what happened.

Until he saw that the disfigured corpse took off its disguise and turned into a thin man.

Faceless!

This is an assassination against Caesar!

"No!" Margaery screamed and was about to rush over, "Sam!"

But Loras grabbed his sister.

Samwell turned around staggeringly, just in time to see this scene.

There was a sad sneer at the corner of his mouth:

"Tyrell... So this is your killing move..."

No wonder Madame Olenna was not worried about alerting him when she made this suggestion.

It turns out that even if he doesn't recognize Myrcella's queen position, they still have a way to kill themselves!

And Prince Doran...

Samwell turned his head and saw that the other party was looking at him with a cold look.

It's ridiculous that he thought that Prince Daolan really wanted to form an alliance with him just now, but he didn't expect that this was a trap deliberately set by the other party in order to lower his vigilance!

No wonder Doran was willing to compromise just now.

Tywin Lannister, Olenna Redwyne, Doran Martell, Varys... Samwell suddenly realized that he was being hostile and calculated by so many conspirators!

His thoughts gradually became dull, and Samwell felt as if he was drunk, and his hands and feet became heavier and heavier.

With a plop, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to his knees.

The white dragon outside the cave suddenly became violent and rushed in like crazy.

But it was too big and was stuck outside by the forest of stone pillars.

Margaery was also struggling: "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Margaery..." Loras opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He was so guilty that he didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes.

Snapped--

Margaery slapped her brother hard, and finally broke free from her brother's shackles, and ran towards her husband.

At least she didn't betray me...

Seeing this scene, Samwell finally felt a little relief, and he reached out to hug his wife.

But the darkness surged up and swallowed him up.

He did not feel his wife's embrace,

just feel—

cold……

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Storm's End.

Melisandre screamed in front of the fireplace.

Her eyes were as red as blood, her skin was oozing with specks of blood, and her stomach was swollen like it was going to burst.

Black blood gushed from her thigh.

A crowned shadow squeezed from between her legs, eager to break into the world.

She was trembling and crying.

Finally, Shadow stood up, as tall as an adult, with a dark face that was barely recognizable——

That was the face of Samwell Caesar!

The flames in the fireplace began to boil, jump, and cheer, as if welcoming the birth of a master.

Shadow was about to leave, but Melisandre struggled to rush up and hugged him.

She looked into his eyes and said in a hasty tone:

"Remember who you are! Caesar, remember who you are!"

With an angry growl, the shadow flung the witch away, then dashed out of the room and disappeared into the sky.

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Blood Cay.

Margaery lay on top of Samwell, crying heartbreakingly.

Loras was at the side wanting to persuade, but he didn't know how to speak. Shame and guilt gripped his heart, making him just want to escape from this place quickly.

The nobles of the Storm Land were stunned, shocked and at a loss.

Although the Dorne nobles were also shocked, their eyes were more gloating.

The faces of the nobles in the river bend are the most complicated.

Prince Doran cleared his throat and was about to speak.

But at this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blows.

In an instant, the sun in the cave seemed to tremble.

Everyone felt a strange and evil breath pouring into the cave, and the air was filled with the smell of death and decay.

There seems to be a shadow floating by...

Before they came back to their senses, Samwell, who was supposed to die on the high platform, actually stood up again!

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on Prince Doran's face.

"Aliou." He called the bodyguard's name, his tone full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Areo Hotah immediately understood what his master meant, swung his long-handled ax and rushed towards Samwell.

With his huge body, he was like a raging black bear, but the man on the high platform pulled out the huge sword behind him——

A flaming red sword.

Flames poured out, filling the entire world.

Aliou is like a moth rushing towards a flame, firm but in vain.

The raging flames melted the longaxe, armor, and flesh, leaving behind ashes.

boom--

The cave shook suddenly, and Cleopatra finally broke two stone pillars and rushed in.

It spread its wings and enveloped the crowd with shadows, as if waiting for an order from Samwell, it could devour them all with scorching dragon flames.

"Sam!" Margaery exclaimed in surprise, but she was a little afraid to go forward.

Because the man in front of her suddenly became extremely strange, with a completely different temperament from her husband.

Moreover, his eyes are red.

blood red.

Indifferent blood red.

Without a trace of human emotion.

Samwell didn't seem to hear Margaery's call, and he scanned the cave slowly with his blood-red eyes.

Everyone who meets his gaze can feel a terrifying power, as if facing the gaze of a god, making them involuntarily want to worship.

"Sam!" Margery called again, and this time, she took his hand bravely.

It was piping hot.

But she gritted her teeth and did not let go.

The garland of winter snow roses above the head suddenly exudes a slight chill, which relieves the burning pain.

The cold air was transmitted to Samwell along the tightly held hands of the two, and the bronze armor suddenly seemed to come to life. The ancient runes on it exuded a pale light, and the white lines were like spider webs. It surfaced on the surface of the armor and spread to Samwell.

The giant sword [Dawn] seemed to feel threatened, and suddenly burst into dazzling flames, and the red-gold lines began to spread from the sword body to Samwell.

In the end, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and a balance was reached. Samwell was divided into two halves. One half was covered with pale lines, like a thousand-year-old ice, and the other half was covered with red gold lines, like a flame burning.

Everyone in the cave watched this weird scene, and they were all silent.

Cleopatra seemed to sense something and let out an angry roar.

The high-pitched dragon's cry echoed in the cave, and the finely shattered stones rolled down.

Samwell's consciousness finally got a moment's return.

But the world he saw was split, half of it was flame, half of it was ice and snow.

In the world of ice and snow, there are pale figures standing one after another. Their eyes are like blue stars, and the armor on their bodies melts into the ice and snow, emitting a faint gleam under the reflection of the sun.

A snow beauty walked out from the crowd, wearing a wreath of winter snow roses on her head, and holding a crown made of ice in her hands.

She put the crown on Samwell's head, and made a sound as if the ice was breaking.

This is an ancient language that has long been lost, but Samwell understands it:

"Put on the crown of ice, and you are the master of winter and the king of the night."

"You are—" the snow-like woman announced loudly,

"Yaoh!"

And in the flame world of the other eye, Samwell saw a glowing red sword.

The sword he had just forged.

Possesses the terrifying power to destroy everything, yet is so fragile, as if it would break if touched.

What's missing.

What's missing!

Turning around, he saw his wife Nisha Nisha.

She was looking at him with a gentle and decisive gaze, with a red-gold light shining in her eyes.

She untied her belt and opened her snow-white chest.

He suddenly realized that he held the red sword and inserted it into his wife's chest.

The smoking red sword pierced the beating heart, and her blood, soul, and courage were all poured into the sword.

It became [Bright Messenger]!

"Go and save the world," she told him, "the prince of prophecy, Azor Ya..."

But at this moment, her face suddenly distorted, and she turned into the appearance of the red-robed witch Melisandre.

With tears in her eyes, she cried:

"Remember who you are!"

who I am?

Samwell was terrified.

who I am?

Cleopatra let out another growl.

"Sam!" Margery hugged him tightly.

It's like embracing ice and fire, embracing winter and midsummer.

who I am?

Samwell's eyes gradually cleared up, and the red gold and pale light slowly faded away.

who I am?

Not Winter's Night King, nor Azor Ahai reincarnated!

"I am Caesar!" Samwell announced loudly.

The world suddenly quieted down, and time stopped abruptly.

The sharp and strange hiss hovered in the air, twisted, and finally dissipated with unwillingness.

The red gold and pale lines that entangled Samwell's body all faded away, returning to its original color.

The giant sword [Dawn] stopped burning, the body of the sword returned to milky white, and the bronze armor [Time] also dissipated the ice mist, returning to its primitive color.

All visions disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Samwell's eyes turned black again, he hugged his wife back, kissed her hair, and asked in her ear:

"Will you be Caesar's queen, or Highgarden's rose?"

Margaery froze for a moment.

She understood the meaning of this sentence, and also knew that Gao Ting was definitely not innocent in this assassination.

From then on, Caesar and High Court will also break completely!

"Queen of Caesar!" Margaery raised her head from the man's arms, her gaze was firm, "We swore under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods, one soul, one body. No one can separate us!"

After saying this, she already burst into tears.

The nightmare words of the mysterious old woman she met at the Bridge of Bitterness suddenly came to mind again, and the nonsense she thought at the beginning was fulfilled one by one like a prophecy——

[...a faceless girl with a deadly poisonous snake hidden in her long golden hair;

The eagle was swallowed by flames and ice, but broke free and turned into a roaring dragon;

Golden roses will fall from their branches, drowned in sorrow and tears...]

It turns out that falling from the branch means this, but it refers to her parting ways with Highgarden Tyrell.

Margaery does not regret her choice.

The roses are separated from the branches, but they are endless.

"Okay." Samwell kissed his wife again, then turned around and picked up the blood-stained crown from the corpse.

The crown that belonged to Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen.

The bloodstained rubies shone with an eerie gleam, and the edges of the Valyrian steel rings were as sharp as knives.

Three hundred years ago, Aegon the Dragon wore it to conquer Westeros, and now Samwell wears it on his head.

There was a moment of silence in the cave.

"The Storm King!" cried Lord Selwyn Tarth, suddenly understanding.

He strode forward, drew out his long sword, knelt down, and placed the long sword at Samwell's feet: "The Tarth family is willing to offer you their loyalty!"

Then, Countess Marie Metellin came to her senses and stepped forward to swear allegiance.

Then Earl Esmond, Earl Errol, Earl Buckler...

In the end, all the nobles of the Stormlands got up one after another, came to Samwell and knelt down.

Shouting an ancient name that no one has heard for three hundred years——

"The Storm King!"

The Earl of Storm's End on the attribute panel quickly faded away, replaced by three new characters.

For the first time since "The Conqueror" Aegon Targaryen unified Westeros, this name reappeared magnificently, resounding in the stone palace of Blood Reef Island:

"The Storm King!"

"The Storm King!"

"The Storm King!"

(End of the third volume)