Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Facing Samwell's sharp question, Sir Barristan hesitated for a while, and finally sighed:

"Your Majesty, you are right. These people have stained their white robes."

"Yes, they are not worthy of the white robe and armor." Daenerys said, "In my heart, Ser Barristan, you are the one who is most worthy of the title of White Knight."

Barristan smiled wryly:

"But I took off my white robe myself..."

"You can put it on after you take it off." Samwell smiled, and at the same time stretched out his hand to turn the "White Code" to the page describing Barristan, "There is still a blank here, don't you want to fill it in?"

Ser Barristan stared blankly at the great white book, speechless for a moment.

Yes, that was his page.

It bore the arms of House Selmy—three golden ears of wheat on a tan field.

There is also his life record, from the beginning as a servant of Sir Manfred Swann, to participating anonymously in the Tournament of King's Landing and winning the championship, being knighted by Aegon V himself, and then to participating in the "Nine Copper Plates King's Battle". "Battle", killing the last Black Flame "Brutal" Maris, the champion of the Yinqiao City Tournament, the champion of the Maiden Spring City Tournament, the champion of the Storm's End Tournament...

He also saved the king from danger in the Duskendale City rebellion, and fought side by side with Prince Rhaegar on the banks of the Trident River. He failed miserably, but was pardoned by Robert Baratheon and served as the captain of the Kingsguard Iron Guard. Tianjicheng took the initiative to take off his white robe.

It is irrefutable that this is a glorious life, but unfortunately, the ending is not so glorious.

As if the pure white robe had been stained with a stain.

"Sir Barristan, this page is still blank, waiting for you to continue writing." Daenerys persuaded again.

Samwell also put on a solemn expression and asked solemnly:

"Barristan Selmy, will you be my Kingsguard Captain?"

Facing the Storm King's invitation, Ser Barristan, who originally planned to refuse, hesitated.

At this moment, Caesar and Robert's face gradually overlapped.

Back then he accepted Robert's pardon and switched his family to serve the Baratheon Dynasty, but that was always a thorn in his heart.

So when he found out that what he was guarding was just a bastard, Barristan decisively took off the white robe that he regarded as his life.

He traveled across the ocean, found Daenerys, and swore allegiance to her, just to re-fulfill his original oath, the oath to Targaryen.

And when Caesar intervened strongly and turned the queen he wanted to protect into a queen, Barristan was actually full of unwillingness, and even under the instigation of Ser Jorah Mormont, he hid his evil intentions.

But now... Facing Caesar's sincere invitation, he was at a loss again.

After so many years of court career, Barristan has seen many knights of all kinds. They may have superb swordsmanship and a strong body, but they will inevitably become victims of pride, ambition, love, jealousy, and even degenerate to participate in game of Thrones……

Yes, it's only the fallen that take part in Game of Thrones.

Barristan suddenly felt relieved.

He realized that he had gone into a mistake.

The white knight is the sharpest sword and the strongest shield, and sword and shield should not have a mind of their own.

This is the principle he should have abided by.

Looking at the blank page in the White Code, Ser Barristan finally made up his mind.

He stepped forward resolutely, knelt down on one knee in front of Samwell, and said loudly:

"You are right. My page should not end like that. I must find a true king and die for him. And you are the king worthy of my death!"

"Am I?" Samwell asked in a complicated tone.

Ser Barristan froze for a moment, then raised his head, and saw a hint of hesitation in the eyes of the young Storm King.

He suddenly understood why the Storm King had already conquered King's Landing, but he only wandered around the Red Keep instead of going to the Throne Hall.

"To tell you the truth, I once had doubts about you." Ser Barristan said frankly, "I doubt your bloodline, doubt your ability. However, now it seems that only you are the most suitable to sit on the Iron Throne. Only you can lead the people of the Seven Kingdoms to salvation in the cold winds of winter."

There might be flattery in others saying such things, but not Barristan Selmy.

This old man over sixty years old can be regarded as the most respectable knight in the Seven Kingdoms, and he is also the most worthy of the title of White Knight of the Kingsguard. He has gone through three dynasties and witnessed several kings. Of course, he is qualified to evaluate Caesar .

Samwell smiled when he heard the words, drew out his giant sword and tapped Sir Barristan's left and right shoulders lightly, saying:

"Arise, my Kingsguard Captain."

"Yes, my lord." Ser Barristan rose, and stood behind Samwell like his white shadow.

Daenerys looked at this scene and showed a relieved smile:

"Sam, it's time to go to the Throne Hall now? The nobles are waiting anxiously."

Samwell nodded with a smile, leaving behind some previous hesitation and worries, and strode out of the White Sword Tower.

The sky outside was as clear as blue, without a trace of cloud, and the sun sprinkled its brilliant light on the earth, dispelling the haze that had been in the past few days.

Samwell didn't look sideways, and soon came to Maegor's mansion.

This magnificent building is a symbol of royal power. It has a history of nearly 300 years and has experienced countless kings. Now it is as brand new as if it has just been built.

Samwell just looked up and entered the tower without stopping any longer.

Following the empty spiral staircase, Samwell finally came to the throne room.

The morning light shone through the glass and covered the whole hall, hanging dark red stripes on the walls.

The hall was crowded with nobles from the Seven Kingdoms, but in Samwell's eyes, he only saw the ancient throne.

The tall chair made of thousands of sharp swords, full of ferocious sharp horns and strangely twisted metal——

iron throne.

The sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the hall, and the high Iron Throne was so eye-catching and alluring, as if something was calling out to Samwell.

The panic when he first time traveled, the ambition when he was canonized as a pioneer knight, and years of hard work finally brought Samwell to the Iron Throne.

I'm so tired.

Samwell complained secretly, but there was no joy and excitement in his heart as expected.

On the contrary, I feel a heavy responsibility.

"As a king, you cannot sit comfortably," said Aegon I Targaryen, who conquered the Seven Kingdoms, when he cast the Iron Throne.

Samwell looked at the throne covered with sharp teeth, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Conqueror, oh! What an arrogant fellow."

After speaking, he calmed down, strode up the steps, and sat down on the Iron Throne.

Definitely not a comfortable chair.

The uneven seat is extremely hard, and the back and armrests of the chair are full of hideous spikes, making it impossible to rely on, and you need to be extremely careful to avoid being cut.

It is said that the Iron Throne will reject incompetent kings, and several kings have been cut or even killed by this horrible chair in history.

Is this what it feels like to be at the pinnacle of power?

It seems to be extremely beautiful, but in fact it is full of dangers and hidden murderous intentions.

Looking down from the throne, the entire hall seemed to be soaked in blood red under the sunlight.

Rows of nobles fell down like wheat broken by the wind:

"Meet Your Majesty Caesar!"