"Queen, that must be very imposing."

"I'm honored, but I'm always worried that I can't do it well."

"Don't be afraid of Mary, Cersei of the Lannisters is bad enough, you will definitely be better than her, much better."

"Congratulations Mary."

"Congratulations ......"

……

Constantly whispering to one noble woman after another who she knew or not, and accepting the envy and blessing of one noble lady after another, Margaery's performance was particularly conspicuous.

Brown and dewy, deer-like eyes look particularly innocent, and all who see Margaery can't hide their affection for her.

And the girl also deals with everything with an elegant and unimpeccable attitude, etiquette, expressions, and intimacy.

This is a noble lady who has been well-educated since childhood, and will also be a good queen who is worth it.

Everyone who has come into contact with her will come to this evaluation, and most of the eyes that look at her are envy and blessings.

It's just that in addition to admiration, everyone subconsciously ignores it, even if she is knowledgeable, she is only a 16-year-old and a half-old girl.

The city government has scheming, but it is still difficult to let go of certain problems.

While talking softly, Margaery subconsciously peeked at her young husband who was mingling with a group of male aristocrats not far away, but found that he was talking and laughing loudly, and her eyes were always aimed at the brown-haired brother sitting in the corner

This made the girl sigh sadly.

Her new husband, Lan Li. Baratheon is good at everything, cheerful and enthusiastic, handsome and heroic, noble-born, and of good blood, and is now about to register as the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

He never prostitutes, doesn't drink, and doesn't like to gamble.

He was kind to his good ministers, pitiful to the weak, and so courteous to everyone, nobles and commoners, and never put on an arrogant posture, although he had that capital.

He was very gentle with his wife, and his words and deeds were simply a model of a good husband.

But he only likes men.

And he has a leg with his brother!

"What should I do? Grab a man with my brother? ”

"No, it's my brother and I who rob men......"

Absentmindedly coping with everything around her, and secretly thinking about the words that her grandmother had told her before leaving, Margaery was thoughtful.

"It's good that Grandmother is here. She is the most experienced at snatching men. ”

Secretly sad, someone next to her came to bless her, so she immediately put aside the trouble in her heart, and in the blink of an eye, she became an elegant and intellectual lady.

The male host copes with the vassals and generals, and the hostess also has to weave a harmonious network between the pillow wind. This is an essential social act for all lord families.

The whole banquet hall was noisy, noisy, and full of order.

After a while, the banquet officially began, and under the leadership of the fat bishop, everyone began to pray before the meal. The same goes for Margaery.

The prayers were neat and orderly, and the maiden used to be immersed in prayer with all her heart, but now she was always unable to concentrate.

The girl always subconsciously thought that if the gods knew about this kind of thing, they knew about the matter between her brother and her fiancé......

What will happen?

The church does not allow the act of severing one's sleeves.

"O gods of heaven, teach me what to do."

She muttered to herself, and suddenly felt a fresh breeze blowing on her face, which made her very strange. Although the hall was not closed, she was some distance away from the door at this time, and the wind outside suddenly became stronger?

When I opened my eyes secretly, I saw that all the people around me were bowing their heads in prayer, and it was still calm outside the gate behind them.

As far as the eye can see, tents are all over the outer courtyard. The servants were in a hurry, the children were playing, the lights were on, and those who were not qualified to enter the hall were all dining outside in the open air.

Didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

So she bowed her head and closed her eyes again.

After a while, the prayer time had passed, and people were socializing again, so she joined in.

……

After the departure of the northern army, Stannis was not willing to retreat, and he even began to recruit troops in King's Landing to resist to the end, but for some reason, one morning, he suddenly abandoned everything in King's Landing and returned to Dragonstone by boat with his army of only a few thousand, which was more joyful than anyone expected.

Even Lan Li felt that this was a bit inconsistent with his stubborn old brother's temper.

But that didn't stop him from picking the fruits of victory.

So the 100,000-strong army marched into King's Landing, and began a celebration on the night of the day before it was fully controlled, today.

"I reminded Your Majesty to be careful of fraud, and he also said that he would send someone to investigate, but I don't think he paid much attention to this matter." Passing by somewhere in the hall, the worried voice of an old nobleman faintly came, and Margaery turned her head to see that it was Count Morrigan of Crow's Nest.

"It's not necessarily really deceitful, maybe Stannis understands that he can't succeed, it's better to leave as soon as possible to preserve his strength; And as far as I can tell, he doesn't seem to be very popular with the people of King's Landing. Someone persuaded him.

Why not welcome Stannis?

The girl was curious about this, she thought about it, and approached with her skirt ready to ask, and by the way, she had a relationship with the great nobleman Lala, whom these two husbands relied on.

However, before she could take a few steps, an explosion was heard outside the banquet hall.

The sound came so suddenly, like the long table that shook violently, that everyone was startled, and then they looked out along the open door, and the main fort was transformed into a towering torch!

Green, hideous and tall torches!

The flames burst out from the base of the main fort and spread upwards so rapidly that they seemed to cover all the walls in the blink of an eye, and when the wind blew, tiny flames broke away from the "ranks" and fell into nearby buildings, where they quickly spread and burned!

Boom –

There was another violent sound, and a green fire quickly ignited in the direction of the virgin's house at the end of the line of sight, and began to spread in all directions.

The screams of a certain woman interrupted the trance-like expressions of the people, and the faces of the male nobles changed dramatically, and the women were full of panic.

"Quick, organize a fire!" Someone yelled.

"My daughter is still in Meige Building, go and save her!" The wailing and crying were sharp and poignant.

"Your Majesty, run, it's wildfire! It's not safe here! The whole Red Fort is not safe! ”

……

The nobles quickly organized their men and prepared to find an opportunity to escape from here.

However, before they could calm down the noisy crowd in the hall, a loud noise that seemed to be ringing in their ears suddenly appeared, and everyone was frightened and staggered, and then they saw the high window glass on the wall of the hall quickly squeezed and shattered, and flames flew in!

With a wall to block them, they weren't engulfed immediately after the wildfire broke out, but the group outside the hall wasn't so lucky.

The screams were deafening, the panicked running, the screaming was terrible, and the children were crying...... As the flames erupted, the group of people outside the door rushed frantically into the hall, ignoring the imminent fall of the place.

As far as the eye could see, the Green Demon engulfed most of the people and tents, and a few survived temporarily. A young man ran towards the hall in a panic, but before he could get closer, the demon behind him stretched out a green hand to him, and then the green flames quickly erupted, and his clothes, hair, and even his whole body, he didn't run a few steps before he had already turned into a humanoid torch.

The torch struggled, howled miserably, the sound of the body being scorched faintly, and the special fragrance gradually spread. But as if it was poisonous, everyone who smelled it covered their mouths and noses tightly, showing despair.

The panicked screams were endless, and the group of people who were extremely elegant a moment ago looked like little children who were scared to pee their pants at this time.

It's just that they didn't shout for long, and then they slowly stopped, and began to look at each other instead.

Because of the flame. The thick green flame didn't even enter the hall in the slightest!

At the door of the banquet hall, the blazing demonic fire surged in, engulfing everything outside the door, tightly blocking the exit, but only at the door!

The air was dull, the heat wave was paved, and the green demons who could create the heat wave were like they were blocked by something outside the hall!

No, not like, but there really is something that keeps them out!

Under Margaery's sight, black "chains" had unconsciously crawled all over the ground under her feet, covering the walls in all directions, looking dense, but neat and orderly, emitting bursts of white light under the green light of the wildfire.

If a modern person were here, he would probably imagine something like a demon seal, but Margaery didn't have that big brains.

So she was just shocked for a while, and she couldn't describe this scene that she had never seen in her life.

"God willing."

She muttered, suddenly thinking of her family, and hurriedly looked back, relieved that they were unharmed, but then she put these emotions behind her.

"God...... What do I see? ”

A look of consternation quickly appeared on her frightened cheeks, and she stared somewhere in the hall, her face becoming more and more glazed.

If you read that right, that's a person?

A man with a faint golden glow all over his body?

The man standing quietly in the middle of the hall, cloaked all over his body, watching the flames outside the door, and holding a scepter!?

Who is he?

Margaery didn't know, but she could clearly see that the mysterious black chains on the ground had emerged from the bottom of the scepter in his hand and spread across the hall.

No, not covering, but blocking.

Stop those green demons outside the hall!

"Is he, a god?"

The people around him didn't seem to see him, and they also didn't see the black marks on the ground, but they all cried with joy, hugging each other and thanking the gods.

But who would have imagined that the "gods" in their mouths were right next to them?

Why can't others see Him?

"Did He come at my prayer?"

As soon as this thought came to her, Margaery's heart stirred, and she immediately fell to her knees on the ground, and began to close her eyes and pray.

She saved herself, saved everyone around her, and she should be grateful to this god.

The panicked aristocratic women around her followed her, thinking that it was a matter of habit for the rest of their lives, but they did not know that the young queen had really seen the figure of the "god".

The same goes for the male aristocracy. Most of the lords from the south believed in the Seven Gods, and in such a calamity, thanking the gods seemed indispensable.

In the face of disaster, bravery, status, origin, honor, all of them are insignificant, they can only pray, and they can only pray that this flame can always be kept out.

For a moment, green flames were blazing outside, enveloping everything around, and the hall fell into extreme silence, with no sound except for whispered prayers.

……

The flame is baked, and the temperature is sultry. While closing her eyes and praying, the girl couldn't help but peek curiously to see that the "god" was still standing there quietly. There was a faint golden glow all over his body.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly because of the cloak, the windless hem and tall figure looked particularly martial in the golden light.

She watched very intently.

How many people can see this, God?

Maybe one glance is one less glance......

However, just as Margaery couldn't help but think about it.

Something has suddenly changed in the situation.

A sudden, cold wind pierced through the green flames and blew inexplicably through the hall, the wind was faint at first, but gradually it became more and more violent, swaying clothes, swaying lights, and clanging knives and forks.

Eventually, the hall was filled with cutlery, tables and chairs, roasted pigs, and metal chandeliers......

Everything is blown around by the wind, even people.

People who had just quieted down began to panic again. They thought disaster had come again.

Screams and female cries erupted, bursting up the eardrums and quickly constituting all the sounds around them.

"Is this the punishment of the gods?"

Someone yelled in despair, "What did we do wrong?" ”

No one answered him, and at this moment, even the fat bishop who presided over the banquet hid under the table and shivered, looking not much better than the others.

Margaery was equally careful to hide under the table, clinging to the table as she was surrounded by the maids, but she was not too flustered, or rather, a little different from the others.

In her eyes, all the winds that were rushing from outside were gathered around the god in the center of the hall.

Countless gusts of wind were like black shadows, converging from all directions outside the hall, flying and swirling, rushing into it frantically along the god's forehead, and turning into black streamers that spread all over his body.

At first, the "god" was able to maintain a standing position, but the dark shadows that loomed into the face seemed to bring great pressure, and at Margaery's exclamation, he gradually knelt on the ground, and as countless black shadows swarmed in like pillars of smoke, he turned his back to the sky, but his hands clenched the scepter and did not let go.

"What's wrong with him?"

While secretly worried, Margaery also saw the appearance of this "god", and she was curious about the appearance of a young human who was different from all the faces of the seven gods, but Margaery was more convinced that this was the seven gods.

Because of His forehead!

Although a large group of dark shadows flew in to obscure her vision, she could still faintly see a seven-pointed star on the god's forehead faintly glittering with a dark light—a sign of the faith of the seven gods!

"But why is it black? Is He a Stranger? ”

Secretly curious, the wind was blowing, the equipment was flying, and the screams were coming and going.

I don't know how long it took, all the dark shadows disappeared, and the yin wind stopped because of it.

The wind blew out all the braziers and candles, but the flames were still burning outside, so they didn't turn blind. The burned dome also saved them from suffocating to death.

In the girl's sight, the back of the "god" kneeling on the ground was slightly rickety, and after losing the "support" of the pillar of smoke, he lowered his head suddenly, and his hands were also detached from the scepter, and he was hanging weakly, as if his whole body strength had disappeared.

What happened to him?

Secretly worried, Margaery couldn't help but greet: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, Your Highness, thank you for your concern." A noblewoman hiding under the table smiled reluctantly, thinking she was talking to her, but when she looked around, she saw the young queen staring intently at an empty space in the center of the hall.

Retracting her gaze, the lady was a little embarrassed, but then it was quite strange.

What is she looking at? There's nothing, huh?

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

Margaery did not respond, staring blankly in that direction, her face suddenly pale, as if she had been frightened by something.

She was indeed stupefied.

Under the previous greeting, a pair of cold black eyes immediately looked in the direction where she was hiding.

The eyes were deep, dark, and pure, as if two black flames were burning.

Quietly staring at the girl, her expression was cold and emotionless.

Full of the smell of death.