The wedding was a little rushed, but it was well prepared.

The newly recovered court has become a sea of flowers, brocades, and jewels, and the festive atmosphere has dispelled the remaining gloom and unease, as if to herald that the misery and war have gone away completely, and that peace and joy will once again become the main theme of this garden castle.

With the help of the maids, Samwell changed into a gorgeous gown, a white fine linen shirt with gold trim at the collar and cuffs, a black velvet tunic with reddish-gold stripes, a double-headed eagle coat of arms embroidered on his chest, a cape of the Caesar family's sky blue, and a loose trouser with black high boots tucked into the hem.

After dressing up, the maid opened the door and invited the Tully family to enter, who were waiting outside the door.

"Sam!" Madame Melissa Florent hugged her son excitedly and kissed him twice on the cheek, "You are finally married!" I'm so happy! ”

"And you're married to a Rose of the High Court, Miss Margaery!" Tara Tully also ran over and hugged her brother, "Brother, you must be the happiest person in the world today!" ”

"Brother, it's amazing!" Two younger sisters also jumped up and down to hug their brother.

Finally, there was Count Randolph Tully, who had a rare smile on his cold face, embraced his son, and said:

"Good. The Caesar family is finally about to break up. ”

Yes, the House of Caesar will have a mistress and, in the not-too-distant future, an heir.

Samwell calmed the family with excitement and mixed feelings, and then took his father to the next room alone.

"How?" Earl Landau was a little surprised by his son's behavior, "You won't be nervous, will you?" ”

"Of course not." Samwell sighed and took a letter from his bosom and handed it to his father.

Count Landau took a glance, and then his brows furrowed:

"Coronation of Princess Mycera Baratheon? Whose idea was this? ”

"It was Lady Olenna's idea." Samwell's face was gloomy, "I didn't think something was right at the time, but I didn't refuse, I just wanted to see what Lady Olenna would do next, and Prince Dolang's reaction...... Now, Prince Dolang has also written back and agreed. ”

Of course he would agree. Dorne is now in an extremely embarrassing situation, although he still has the prisoners of the Three Realms in his hands, he can't exchange it for tangible benefits at all, and the Martell family has no qualifications and strength to participate in this dispute at the moment. Now send them a queen, and Doran Martel will be tempted no matter how cautious he is. ”

Earl Landau changed his words: "If this matter is successful, it can indeed lead to an alliance of the three realms of Dorne, Riverbend, and Stormlands, and even drive the Lannisters out of King's Landing and end the current chaos." But for you, it's a sweet trap. You took the initiative to tell me, you should be aware of it, right? ”

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "I killed Joffrey Baratheon with my own hands in the city of Heaven and Heaven, on the grounds that he was not the blood of the previous King Robert and was a false king, and if I now admit that Mycella Baratheon is qualified to inherit the Iron Throne, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?" ”

"Yes, once you have acknowledged the throne of Mycella, then you will not kill Joffrey as a king, but a murderer. At the cost of such a stain on prestige, it may not be very cost-effective to exchange the title of Duke of Storm's Rest that he received from Mycella. ”

Samwell let out a sigh of relief, and his face became more and more ugly:

"Did Lady Olenna come up with such an idea to undermine my reputation? It's ridiculous that I was desperately trying to help the Tyrells quell the civil strife......"

"I told you before. Don't be a hero in Game of Thrones. Count Landau said coldly, "Lady Olenna will not be grateful to you for saving the High Court, nor will she be grateful to you for saving her sons and grandchildren. Not to mention that your self-inflicted actions led her beloved grandson, Villas, to go to Ancient Oak City as a hostage. All she cares about is the interests of the Tyrells, but your presence is a serious threat to the prestige and status of the Tyrells. ”

Samwell didn't retort this time, his head down, his eyes flashing, lost in thought.

"Sam! What are you doing inside? It's almost time, and we're on our way to the church! Lady Melissa's voice came from outside.

"All right, Mother, here we are." Samwell answered.

Count Landau patted his son on the shoulder and said:

"Let's get married first. Regardless of the motives behind Lady Olenna's decision to crown the Queen, you must hold on to Margaery Tyrellle's chess piece, and if you really tear your face in the future, she will be your key to entering the High Court and even controlling the Riverlands. ”

Samwell nodded silently.

In fact, aside from those interests, he really wanted to marry Margaery, and he also believed that she was not involved in Lady Olenna's conspiracy.

At the beginning of Tianji City, he had just killed Joffrey and formed a mortal enmity with the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms, and at that time he had no dragon, and he was only a little baron, Margaery was willing to go against the will of the family and elope with him without hesitation.

This kind of affection is worth cherishing and guarding Samwell.

Going out, Samwell suppressed the thoughts in his heart and smiled again.

The beautiful high courtyard is serene and gentle in the faint light of the morning light.

The group was led by the maid to the front of the Seven Sacred Halls.

Seven knights on each side of the gate were waiting in formation, their eyes were determined, their expressions were reverent, they were dressed in uniform armor and dark green burqas, and when they saw Samwell, they drew their swords and held them in front of them to welcome them.

Behind the knights was the choir, who were singing hymns to the nuns, and several Tyrell maidens threw golden rose petals into the air and landed on the ground, paving the way to the Sanctuary.

The Earl of Landau led his wife and daughters around the side door and entered, leaving the main entrance to Samwell.

At this moment, the white dragon Cleopatra suddenly appeared, circled the sky a few times, and then swooped down.

The scorching air currents caused the girls to scream and dodge.

It stopped beside Samwell, stretched out its slender neck, and pushed its triangular head against its master's chest.

Samwell patted his rough, fiery scales and motioned for the white dragon to follow him.

Bell - bell - bell - bell -

The melodious bell rang, and Samwell walked slowly into the sanctuary.

Cleopatra followed with wings on her back, like a groomsman.

It's just that it's quite large now, and luckily the temple door is wide enough to barely allow it to pass through.

A red carpet stretched from the doorway to the innermost podium in the hall.

Samwell walked on the red carpet as if he were walking through the clouds, and he was greeted by the gilded statues of the Father and the Virgin, one justice, one compassionate, as if he was watching what was happening in front of him.

The church was already crowded with many of the nobles of the river bend who had come to watch the ceremony.

They were looking at the young earl with envy or awe.

This is not only because he is about to marry the Lord of the High Court, but also because Caesar has proven his strength with victory after victory on the battlefield.

The impregnable Storm's Rest had been captured by this man, and this extremely intractable riverbend rebellion did not seem to be an obstacle to this man.

One also has to believe that Caesar really seems to be the chosen one and is destined to become a legend.

What's more, he also has a dragon.

And it's a dragon that grows at an incredible rate.

In the past, many riverbend nobles felt that this white dragon might not be able to bring much help to Samwell, after all, dragons need time to grow.

But now it seems that it may not be long before this white dragon can recreate the demeanor of the "Black Death" Bellerion.

And they may witness the birth of another "conqueror".

Lady Olenna stood in the front row of the crowd with a kind smile on her face and looked at her grandson-in-law.

Samwell felt her gaze and deliberately returned a bright smile.

Lady Olena smiled more and more with satisfaction.

In the eyes of everyone, Samwell came to stand in front of the high platform.

After waiting for a while, the heroine of the wedding, Margaery Tyrrell, was finally led by Duke Metz and appeared in everyone's sight.

She wore an ivory silk gown and a long Mill lace skirt with a floor-sweeping skirt and cascading chiffon gradients, dotted with golden roses, exuding opulence and elegance.

The light bandeau highlights the girl's perfect figure, and the bare shoulders reveal a fair and delicate luster. In order to cover the slightly bulging lower abdomen, the skirt is deliberately designed to be looser, but even so, it still looks like the girl's waist is slender and plump, as if it is unbearable.

The long brown hair that was slightly curled wore a wreath of winter snow roses, and a faint hint of cold air escaped and lingered in the girl's hair.

Wearing white lace gloves, his left hand holding the hem of his skirt, and his right hand being held by Duke Mace, he was striding through the temple door and slowly walking towards Samwell.

As she went, a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs loomed under the skirt, and red high heels studded with fine diamonds looked noble and cute.

(End of chapter)