"This is the coat of arms of the Caesar family."

Margaery took a piece of parchment from Samwell and studied it carefully.

On a sky-blue background, a lifelike two-headed falcon is depicted, with a grayish-brown body and only a pure white tail, and behind the two-headed eagle, a flaming sword and a warhammer entwined with thunder and lightning are placed in cross.

"Very beautiful coat of arms!" Margaery gave her assessment, then asked, "What about the ethnic language?" ”

Samwell shrugged: "I haven't thought about the language yet. ”

In fact, Samwell had already thought about it, and since he used the name of Caesar, the coat of arms and the clan language were actually about to come out.

There is nothing wrong with the coat of arms, a slight change on the basis of the Roman eagle can be done, but the famous saying of Julius Caesar that has been passed down through the ages-

"I come, I see, I conquer."

Samwell really doesn't have the right to use it right now.

He didn't want to replace it with other proverbs, so he had to wait for the future......

"Okay, don't rush, you can think slowly. After all, this is a proverb left to the descendants of Caesar's family, and it takes some thought. ”

Margaery put away the parchment and smiled sweetly at Samwell.

At this moment, the duke's daughter was standing in the bow of the boat, the warm sea breeze blowing the blue tunic dress, outlining the curves of her perfect and beprising body, and her long brown soft hair was blown to the back of her head, revealing a swan-like graceful white neck.

As if sensing Samwell's gaze, a hint of charm appeared on Margaery's impeccable features:

"Is it pretty?"

"Beautiful." Samwell is very honest.

Margaery rolled her lovely eyes: "Then you can't stare at a lady like this, it's rude." ”

"Then I'd rather be rude a few more times."

Margaery was inevitably a little happy in her heart, and raised her slender willow eyebrows, but she still glared at the bold knight beside her.

Unfortunately, it is not lethal.

Margaery lifted her sliding shoulder strap and asked, "Sam, have you ever thought about what you're going to be?" ”

"Hmm...... Didn't think about it. ”

"How could you not have thought about it?" Margaery was clearly unconvinced.

"I don't have big ambitions."

Margaery rolled her eyes again: "Can an ambitious person establish a territory on Eagle's Beak Island, and defeat the Dane family, or even the alliance of the western lords of Dorne?" ”

"I'm just unambitious, and I'm not weak." Samwell shrugged his shoulders and asked rhetorically, "What about you, Miss Margaery?" ”

"Well, I don......'t know," Margaery leaned over the side of the boat, looking at the waves jumping below.

"I know."

"You know?" Margaery looked sideways at Samwell, disbelief written across her face.

Samwell grinned, "I guess you want to be the queen." ”

The expression on Margaery's face froze, and before she could think of how to respond, Samwell said again:

"This is probably the biggest dream of every noble lady."

"Hah! You're right. Margaery brushed her hair, trying to hide the strangeness on her face, "But Prince Joffrey is not yet an adult." ”

"It's coming, it's coming." Samwell's smile grew brighter, "I've heard that His Highness Joffrey loves his people like a son, and that everyone in King's Landing is praising him for his kindness and wisdom. If you can marry him, you will definitely be happy. ”

"Really?" Margaery turned her head to look at the knight beside her, "Why haven't I heard such rumors?" ”

"It's true. I heard the bard say that this Prince Joffrey resembled the Prince of Ilion in the past, and that he would surely be a great king in the future. ”

Margaery was stunned for a moment: "You're talking about 'Bright Flame' Ilion Targaryen?" ”

"Yes."

Margaery's face suddenly became extremely strange: "That's a madman who thinks he's a dragon and dies by drinking wildfire......"

"Really? Maybe I'm mistaken, it's Prince Megger. ”

"'Cruel' Megger?"

"Is it like this? That might be Prince Regg. ”

"That's an idiot who choked himself to death when he ate seven-cheek eel pie." Margaery finally understood that the man in front of her was teasing herself, and snorted softly, "Samwell Caesar, what the hell are you hinting at?" ”

Samwell spread his hands and looked innocent: "I'm just paraphrasing the bard." Hey, it's a pity that I don't have a good memory, and I always remember the wrong names. ”

"History isn't good, either." Margaery added, giggling herself.

"My father has always had a headache with my education, otherwise why do you think he kicked me out of the house."

"I thought it was because you ate too many goldtail shrimp." Margaery laughed to herself, which allowed Samwell to take the opportunity to see a lot of spring.

……

Pleasant times are always short-lived, and the ship soon arrives at the Starfall Docks.

Margaery also tidied up her clothes, put away her smiling face, and turned into a dignified and elegant aristocratic lady again.

She pointed to the royal fleet docked in the dock and said:

"Look, Duke Jon has arrived."

Samwell nodded, his heart full of anticipation for the top power of the Baratheon dynasty:

"Let's go, let's go meet the Prime Minister."

The two of them made their way into the castle, intending to meet Jon Arryn, only to be told that the Prime Minister had just arrived today, and that he had already rested due to the exhaustion of the journey.

Samwell had no choice but to stop there, and after saying goodbye to Margaery and Garland, he was about to meet Earl Randolph.

As a result, he met Natalie halfway through.

"Sam!" The little girl ran over excitedly, "You're finally back!" Any news from my mother? ”

Samwell shook his head, "I'm sorry, Natalie, but your mother isn't on Hawksbill Island. ”

Seeing that the little girl's eyes dimmed, he hurriedly added: "But I have already told Gavin that if I see your mother, I will definitely convey your words." ”

"Uh-huh." Natalie was happy again, walking side by side with Samwell while chattering about the past few days in Starfall City.

When she told her about the crowd greeting Duke Jon at the docks, Samwell immediately sensed the conflict between Prince Oberon and Duke Jon.

In fact, this is also to be expected.

At the end of the War, Prince Oberon was ready to raise troops to support the former prince Viserys Targaryen and avenge the tragic death of his sister and nephew and niece.

But Prince Oberon has never forgotten the hatred and has been trying to complete revenge in various ways.

And for Duke Jon, who stopped him more than ten years ago, Prince Oberon naturally won't have a good face.

"Sam, I've recently gotten a title!"

"What title?"

The little girl straightened her breasts and said proudly:

"Generous Natalie!"

"Nice title, what good deeds have you done lately?"

"Nope." The little girl was also puzzled, "I have been familiar with all kinds of affairs in the castle these days, alas, it is so annoying to be a lord." ”

"How could that ......," Samwell suddenly understood.

By generosity, I am afraid, we mean generosity towards the enemy......

This is ironic that the little girl is about to give away all the property of the Dane family.

"Sam, do you think I'm going to find a time to give some oatmeal to the poor?"

"Well, it really should." Samwell chuckled, hesitating to tell her the truth.

"Okay, then I'll go tomorrow!" Natalie happily made her decision.

Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Samwell felt that smart people always had too many troubles.

And like Natalie, how happy.

(End of chapter)