Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The weather in King's Landing suddenly turned cold.

The bitter cold wind was blowing more and more fiercely, scraping the windows like the claws of wild animals. Frost grew on every tower of the Red Keep, and every path was carpeted with white.

A full moon hangs in the sky like a big round snowball, and the stars are sparse and cold.

Fortunately, the roaring fireplace exudes heat, dispelling the chill in the house.

The seven maids brought the sumptuous dinner to the table briskly, Samwell sat at the head of the table, his two queens sat on both sides, and Ser Barristan Selmy put on the white armor again, like a sculpture Stand behind the king.

"Cersei was escorted out of the city today." Daenerys said while cutting the steak on the silver plate with a dining knife, "That scene was not very good, the people of King's Landing seem to hate this former Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms very much.

Thousands of people filled the streets, throwing rotten fish, rotten leaves and stones at Cersei. If the guards hadn't stopped her, the angry crowd would have torn up and eaten the lioness. "

"At least she's still wearing clothes this time." Samwell recalled the scene in the original book where the queen mother was stripped naked and paraded through the streets, and for a moment felt that she was kind.

"This time?" Daenerys obviously didn't understand.

"Sam is talking about the old story of Tywin forcing his father's lover to parade naked in Casterly Rock City after his father died." Margaery thought she had guessed what her husband was thinking.

"Yes, maybe this is the cycle of retribution." Samwell said.

"The people of King's Landing are venting their grievances against the Lannister family on Cersei," Margaery said.

The little guy in his arms was not very honest, struggling to climb up the dining table.

"What the Lannister family did was really excessive. It's no wonder the people of King's Landing hate them so much."

Samwell took a sip of the red wine and said, "Actually, it's also because someone is fanning the flames and fueling the flames."

Margaret came to her senses immediately: "Is it the northern nobles who were almost burned to death by her?"

"That's right." Samwell nodded.

Since accepting the information network of the "Octospider", there are not many things in King's Landing that can be hidden from his ears.

However, due to the short time, he has not been able to contact the Seven Kingdoms or even the "little birds" on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

"The Lannisters deserve it!" Daenerys gritted her teeth. "Back in the usurper war, they burned, killed and looted King's Landing, even mothers and children! I think you are too kind, Sam, to kill There's nothing wrong with Lannister alone."

"It's too much to exterminate the clan." Margaery said, "Especially at this time. We need to unite the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. Too cruel methods will bring bad influence."

Daenerys snorted softly, but she didn't continue to entangle her. She was not a cruel woman, and what she said just now was also out of past sadness.

Octavian finally broke free from his mother's "clutch", climbed onto the dining table, and rolled on it with the dragon egg in his arms.

"He is very dishonest today." Margaery said helplessly, "Let the nanny take him back to sleep."

Samwell waved his hands with a smile: "It's okay, it's good for children to move more."

Margaery just gave up.

Daenerys looked at the little guy who had rolled to her, and grinningly scooped up some milk with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

Octavian did not refuse her kindness, and opened his mouth to accept it.

"Sam, how are you going to arrange the Lannister family? Will they inherit Casterly Rock City?"

"Well." Samwell nodded, "No one can replace Lannister's prestige in the western region. I don't have the time to support a new guardian of the western region now."

While speaking, the little guy actually rolled in front of him again.

Samwell smiled and brought a small dollop of mashed potatoes to his son's mouth.

Octavian never refused to come, swallowed it in one gulp, and started rolling on the table again.

Accidentally, his little hand slipped, and the red dragon egg jumped out of his arms, Gudu Gudu was about to roll down the long table.

Margaret was taken aback, and just about to get up, she saw that Samwell had turned into an afterimage, catching the dragon egg in mid-air at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Don't worry, the dragon egg won't break even if it falls on the ground." Daenerys comforted with a smile.

But in the next second, the expression on her face froze.

Because there was a crack on the surface of that dragon egg!

"How could it be?" Margaery was also terrified, "It obviously didn't fall on the ground..."

"Don't be nervous." Samwell comforted his caring wife, "It should be about to hatch."

The astonishment on Margaery's face was instantly replaced by surprise, and she asked a little at a loss:

"Is there anything we need to do?"

That way, she was even more nervous than when she gave birth to Octavian herself.

"We just need to wait patiently." Samwell, who had hatching experience, laughed.

"The dragon family will have a new member!" Daenerys said happily.

Ser Barristan also held his breath and stared at the dragon egg without blinking, expecting the birth of the most amazing creature in the world.

Kaka Kaka——

Under the gaze of one after another, there are more and more cracks on the surface of the dragon egg.

Finally, a triangular red head drilled out of the eggshell, and let out a childish neigh:

"Aw--"

"It's out!" Margaery clapped her palms and said, at the same time, she couldn't help but take a closer look, "It's a red dragon!"

While speaking, Xiaolong had protruded most of his body, covered with dark red scales, which looked like flowing blood under the candlelight.

It opened its small mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke mixed with sparks.

Samwell took the little dragon by the back of the neck and put it on the table next to his son.

Octavian was not afraid of the little dragon at all, he giggled and hugged it.

Xiaolong was also very close to Octavian, sticking out his long thin tongue to lick his face.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Margaery showed a gratified smile:

"They will fly in the sky together!"

Samwell laughed and was about to say something festive when he suddenly heard a rapid knock on the window.

Everyone turned their heads, and saw a huge white raven standing on the window sill, pecking at the glass with its long sharp beak.

It was snowing outside at some point.

Its feathers were wet with rain, and the ice crystals shimmered in the moonlight.

This is the largest raven Samwell has ever seen in his life, even bigger than some falcons. Snowflakes danced around it, and the moon silvered it.

It is the white crow, from the school city.

The white crows of the Citadel, unlike their black cousins, do not carry messages of their own; they fly from Oldtown with only one mission:

Announcing the change of seasons.

After realizing this, the joy of the birth of the red dragon instantly froze into ice in the house.

"Winter is here." Samwell said solemnly.