Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

On a sunny afternoon, Samwell came to Qingting Island again.

It's only a few days since the last time I came here, but the treatment has changed drastically.

The last time they came, the Redwyne family only sent a servant to greet them at the pier, and then made him wait in the reception room for an entire afternoon, and in the end they didn't even see Earl Paxter.

It can be described as extremely cold.

But this time, not only was Horace, the eldest son of the Redwyne family, escorting them all the way, but when they arrived, an area on the pier was also cleared, and a group of members of the Redwyne family came to welcome them.

The leader is none other than Earl Paxter's daughter—Miss Desmera Redwyne.

Such treatment almost made Samwell a great lord.

However, in the face of such courtesies, Samwell became vigilant in his heart—it seems that what the Redwyne family probably wanted was not just a brandy sales contract.

On the pier, Desmela took a few steps forward and said with a coquettish smile, "Sir Caesar, it's a pleasure to meet you. You look much more handsome now than when you were a child!"

This earl's daughter is tall and plump, with fair and firm skin, and her facial features are not perfect, but they are also bright and charming. The only regret is a few small freckles on her cheeks, but this does not affect her beauty. It adds a little playfulness.

Samwell quickened his pace a little, and came to Desmela, just about to salute, but saw that the other party stretched out his clean right hand toward him.

He froze for a moment, but still leaned over to hold Desmela's slender hand, kissed lightly between his fingers, and said:

"Miss Desmera, you are also more beautiful than before."

Desmela withdrew her little hand, turned around and made an invitation gesture, saying:

"Please, young sir, my father has been waiting in the castle for a long time."

"good."

Samwell got into the luxurious carriage of the Redwyne family and drove to the island.

Not long after, the carriage arrived outside the castle.

When Samwell got out of the car, he saw a young maid coming forward with a silver tray.

After Samwell ate the bread and salt on the plate, an old man dressed as a housekeeper respectfully said:

"Sir Caesar, my lord is waiting for you in the drawing room."

As he spoke, he led the way ahead.

Entering the living room, Samwell saw a thin middle-aged man leaning against the window holding a silver goblet.

His hair was thin, his skin was rough, and he looked a bit old. He was wearing a white linen shirt with the Redwyne family's purple grape emblem printed on his chest, and he exuded a calm and majestic temperament.

Samwell knew that this person was Lord Paxter Redwyne, Lord of Arbor Island.

I haven't seen him for many years, and there is almost no difference between the earl and the original owner's memory.

"Lord Paxter, it's an honor to meet you." Samwell stepped forward to salute.

"Sir Caesar." Earl Paxter smiled slightly, nodded, and then pointed to the flagon on the table, "Don't be restrained."

"Okay." Samwell also relaxed after hearing that.

He poured himself a glass of wine, took it to the window, and stood beside Lord Paxter.

During this process, Earl Paxter kept looking at him.

Looking at Samwell who was at ease under his aura, Earl Paxter said:

"Sometimes I wonder, are you still the same Samwell Tarly?"

Samwell froze slightly, then smiled and said:

"I am Samwell Caesar now, my lord."

Earl Paxter smiled slightly, not entangled in this topic, and turned his head to look out the window.

From here, you can see a courtyard full of flowers. In the courtyard, Miss Desmera, who just went to the pier to meet Samwell, is drinking tea leisurely with several sisters.

There was also a young man among them, but judging by his blond hair, it was obvious that he was not from the Redwyne family.

However, due to the distance, Samwell couldn't see the other party's face clearly.

Earl Paxter took a sip of his wine, and said leisurely: "Do you still remember when your father brought you to Qingting Island, wanting you to be my servant and be engaged to my daughter? How long ago was that? Seven Years? Or six years?"

"It seems to be six years ago." Samwell actually couldn't remember clearly, so he reported a number casually.

At the same time, he secretly guessed Earl Paxter's motive for bringing up this matter.

For the original owner, this incident was one of the biggest embarrassments when they were young, and Samwell didn't feel that Earl Paxter's repetition of the past was to humiliate himself.

The dignified Qingting Island lord is not so boring.

"It's been so long." Earl Paxter sighed, then pointed to the group of people in the courtyard outside the window, "Do you know the man who drank tea with Desmela?"

"I don't know." Samwell said honestly.

"He is Davon Lannister, son of Stafford Lannister."

"It turned out to be a member of the Lion family." Samwell said with emotion, no wonder he had fluffy blond hair.

On the pier before, he did see the flag of a roaring lion, and thought it was just an ordinary merchant ship from Casterly Rock, but he didn't expect that there were members of the Lannister family on it.

However, he can't remember who this Steve Lannister is at all. It is estimated that in the original play, he should be just a soy sauce character.

But his son Davon Lannister, Samwell had some impressions. He remembered that this person was a formidable character, who was in charge of commanding the Westland army to besiege Riverrun. And after the death of Duke Tywin, this person was actually appointed by the queen mother Cersei as the guardian of the west...

Although many of Cersei's operations are mind-blowing, and this appointment is more to fight against Uncle Kevan, but at least it can prove that Davon is indeed an outstanding figure in the Lannister family.

I just don't know why he came to Qingting Island?

But then Earl Paxter's words cleared up Samwell's confusion:

"Ser Stafford is here to propose marriage to my daughter Desmera on behalf of his son Davon."

This time Samwell finally understood what Earl Paxter meant.

However, he pretended not to understand, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, I heard that Sir Davon is an outstanding knight."

Earl Paxter glanced at him expressionlessly, and said:

"No. Because I'm ready to reject them."

"That's a pity." Samwell said with a look of great regret.

"Do you know why I rejected the Lannisters?"

"You must have your own considerations."

Of course Samwell would not think that Lord Paxter rejected the Lannisters because he wanted his daughter to marry him.

Although the other party has been guiding him to think in this direction.

In fact, he had already guessed the reason for Earl Paxter's refusal.

On the one hand, it was because although Davon was outstanding, he was only a Lannister collateral line after all, and Earl Paxter didn't think much of him.

And more importantly, Mrs. Olenna has been secretly seeking to push Margaery to the throne of queen through the foolish Duke Renly.

If this plan is successful, even with Duke Renly standing in front of them to bear the wrath of the Lannister family, the relationship between the Tyrell family and the Westlands will definitely deteriorate.

The Redwyne family, which is closely related to the Tyrell family, will definitely be implicated.

Therefore, Earl Paxter certainly would not agree to marry his daughter to the western region, which is destined to be hostile to the River Bend.

After understanding this point, Samwell would definitely not pretend to think that Earl Paxter rejected the Lannister family because of himself.

However, he was very puzzled, why the other party would guide him to think in this way.

Earl Paxter wouldn't really want to marry his daughter to him, would he?

Or did he just want to use this as bait to hang himself?

Earl Paxter saw that Samwell had been ignoring his faults, so he could only speak bluntly:

"Okay, Sam, stop pretending, do you want to marry my daughter?"