From dusk to dark, the seventy-seven dishes were finally finished.

Samwell and Margaery shared the same plate of food the whole time, which was unusually sweet and attracted many envious glances.

At this time the musician began to play, and Margaery put her hand in Samwell's hand and smiled:

"Honey, it's time for us to lead the dance!"

Samwell wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up, and walked into the middle of the hall with his wife.

Guests joined in.

"Remember the first time we danced?" Margaery leaned into her husband's arms, a sweet smile on her face.

"Of course I do." Samwell laughed too, "It was at the Tower of Heaven, and someone robbed your dance partner and almost made you miss the first dance. ”

"Then my knight came to the rescue."

"That's my pleasure."

"And then by the way, he deceived many of the Tyrells family."

Samwell was stunned.

Margaery deliberately put on an angry look: "Hmph, I asked my grandfather, you signed an exclusive supply agreement with the Hightower family at all. ”

Samwell laughed, "But you still helped me get the power of attorney from the Duke of Mace." ”

"It's not that it's not easy for you to open up in the Crimson Mountains." Margaery giggled, "Grandmother laughed at me at the time, saying that I was so stupid that sooner or later you would cheat out all my savings. I didn't expect that now, everyone has been deceived by you. ”

"How can it be called a lie?" Samwell cried out aggrieved, "I've always been honest with people. ”

Margaery smiled even more.

Samwell embraced her in his arms and let the music guide him, immersed in the dance steps, to the blowing of bagpipes and harps, to the rhythm of the drums......

Soon, the song ended, and they had to change their dance partners.

Samwell took his mother-in-law, Mrs. Ellery Hightower, by the hand and onto the dance floor, and the duchess took the opportunity to mutter, whispering in Samwell's ear that pregnant women should not travel long distances, and that Margaery was more accustomed to the climate and diet of the High Court.

The purpose is actually to let my daughter give birth in the High Court.

How could Samwell agree to such a request, so he politely perfunctory, but did not agree.

Later, his dance partner was changed to Mrs. Tanya Marryweiss, and the big-eyed, dark-haired Mill beauty danced movingly and sensationally, attracting the attention of many men in the hall.

Next, Samwell also invited his mother, then his sister Tara.

"Brother, I really want to get married!" Tara announced with a blushing face.

Samwell thought that Tara was also about to become an adult, so he asked with a smile:

"Oh? Which knight do you have your eye on? ”

Ta stretched his finger, then quickly pulled it back.

There's a goal. Samwell looked over, and then saw Chiman Huya, who was standing on the sidelines, exuding an air of inhuman intimidation.

"Deed...... Cheman? ”

"That's right. He's so cool. ”

Samwell was speechless.

"Brother, he's your knight, right? Wasn't he heroic on the battlefield? It must be terrifying to the enemy, right? ”

"It is truly terrifying to the enemy......"

Tara's eyes brightened, and she begged, "Brother, let him invite me in the next song." ”

"He's a wild man, he can't dance." Samwell made a point.

"It's okay, I can teach him." My sister is quite persistent.

Samwell had no choice but to lie: "Actually, Sir Cheman is already engaged, so you might as well change your goal." ”

"That's right, that's okay." Tara was a little disappointed.

Fortunately, adolescent love is like a gust of wind, which comes and goes quickly, and at Samwell's instigation, Tara soon becomes interested in a Stormland Knight.

It was Sir Bruce Bukele of Coppergate.

This man had sworn allegiance to Samwell, and since Coppergate City was important as the gateway to Storm's End, it was in the interest of the Caesar family to marry his sister.

When the music ended, I heard someone shouting:

"Isn't it time for a new house?"

Samwell frowned.

He has always been very resistant to this Westeros marriage custom.

Because these nobles will really make a lot of trouble.

The male aristocrats would strip the bride naked and make loud and rude jokes describing what was about to happen to her, and the ladies would do the same to the groom, and only after they had had enough of it would let the bride and groom naked and hug each other into the marriage room.

Samwell certainly didn't want his wife to be undressed by another man, and he wasn't in the mood to play such a game with the Tyrells himself.

So, when everyone at the scene followed the agitation, Samwell immediately stepped forward to pick up his wife by the waist and rushed to the door.

"Caesar is in a hurry!" Count Matus Rowan shouted, "Stop him!" I didn't even take off my clothes! ”

Margaery was also taken aback by her husband's actions, but she did not resist.

She didn't really like the custom of making a new house, but she didn't want to spoil everyone's interest, so she untied Samwell's bow tie in Samwell's arms, threw it into the crowd chasing behind, and laughed:

"I'm taking it off, I'm taking it off."

"The bride takes off her skirt, and the groom picks up his pants!" The musicians began to make noise and sing the beautiful songs of the camp.

The guests laughed and gathered around, trying to stop Samwell.

Unfortunately, Samwell ran too fast and they couldn't stop him, only Loras grabbed Samwell by the sleeve.

Samwell didn't slow down at all, and with a bang, his sleeves were ripped off.

Fortunately, he had already rushed out of the door of the banquet hall with his wife in his arms.

The crowd was still chasing after them, shouting:

"The men of Caesar's family are all eagles, and they run fast!"

"Isn't there an eagle between your legs? Do you want to use bugs to stimulate it? ”

"Sure enough, it's a fast eagle, but it's going to be a little slower later!"

Samwell ran to the marital room without looking back.

In order not to upset everyone's interest, Margaery was still tearing the man's clothes and throwing the fragments into the crowd behind her, causing bursts of screams and laughter.

Finally running into the wedding room, Samwell hurriedly closed the door and blocked the overly excited guys out.

But they are still shouting:

"Caesar is going to start the siege!"

"I heard that the women of the Rose family have a strong city gate!"

"Caesar wants to help?"

"We can help you push the battering ram! Hahaha......"

……

Margaery was laughing breathlessly in her husband's arms.

Samwell smiled on his face, but not in his heart.

This festive and joyful atmosphere is in stark contrast to his cold heart, real and absurd.

Is this the first wedding in my past life?

The murderous intent hidden in the festivities seemed to have really killed something in Samwell's heart.

made him suddenly realize that although he changed his name to Caesar, he was not really mentally ready to become Caesar.

Even though he has now become a big lord, deep down in his heart, he is actually the wine merchant in his previous life.

Some are clever, petty, petty, and some petty naivety.

Such a mentality may be enough to become a lord in this world, but it is not enough to ascend to the Iron Throne.

And he can't be a little lord in peace now.

He has joined this Game of Thrones, and the only way to quit is to die.

If he didn't want to die, he had to be Caesar,

The real Caesar.

"Sam, what's wrong with you?" Margaery sensed something strange about the man.

"It's nothing, I just can't believe I actually married you."

"Yes, you married me." Margaery smiled again, "Married to the Rose of the High Court." ”

"From now on, you are no longer the rose of the High Court." Samwell declared, "but Caesar's wife." ”

"It's so domineering." Margaery sneered, but then giggled again, "Okay, I'm Caesar's wife. ”

Samwell carried her to the bed, gently removing the long dress, which had been in tatters.

Margaery also quieted down, put her arms around the man, and pulled him towards herself.

The lips touched.

The commotion outside the marriage room, along with the conspiracy to kill, became distant.

……

The night was dark.

The High Court fell silent again.

Margaery had fallen asleep in her husband's arms, but Samwell had not.

With a gentle movement, he moved his wife aside, got up, put on his coat, and went out.

The night breeze was slightly cool, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the courtyard, and a few insects could be faintly heard chirping in the garden.

Samwell walked down the uninhabited path to the lodgings of the Earl of Landau, and then his father stood in the courtyard, as if he knew he was coming.

"Can't sleep?"

"Well, father, you too?"

"I guess you're going to be unable to sleep."

Samwell's heart warmed up, and he stepped forward to stand side by side with Earl Landau, and whispered the information he had obtained from Horace Redwyn disguised as an inflatable fish.

Earl Landau was expressionless after hearing this:

"That's to be expected. Since Lady Olenna wants to attack you, she will definitely do it. Never count on the mercy of the enemy. ”

"Hmm. At the banquet today, Lady Olenna also reminded me not to go to the city of Halberd for the coronation, but to choose a small island in the Sea of Dorne......"

"Looks like she really wants you to go to the coronation." A sneer tugged at the corner of Earl Landau's mouth, "I can probably guess her plan." When you recognize Mycella Baratheon as the queen, not only will you not be canonized by the Duke of Storm's End, but you will be questioned for murder.

That way, she'll be able to justifiably put you to death, and the Tyrells won't have to get their hands dirty. Margaery will be able to take over your territory, and even the offspring she will be able to take over your dragon in the future. ”

Samwell nodded silently, his eyes glinting with a fierce light.

Seeing this, Count Landau frowned slightly, thinking that his son had murderous intentions, so he opened his mouth to persuade:

"Don't be impulsive. The Tyrells are your lords, and even if Lady Olenna wants to kill you, you can't do anything to them until they do anything bad to you, or your reputation will be ruined. ”

Samwell let out a sigh: "Don't worry, father, I won't be nonsense. ”

"I'm still suggesting it before." "Your best bet now is to take Margaery back to Storm's End. Although it would be a bit troublesome to get all the nobles of the Stormlands to submit sincerely without the title of duke, it is not completely impossible.

As for that bullshit coronation, you don't have to bother with it at all. As long as you don't recognize Mycella as Queen, Lady Olenna can't do anything about you, unless she has the ability to mobilize an army to attack Storm's End. ”

Samwell shook his head slowly, "No, I won't let go of the Tyrells so easily. I can't do it myself, but I can use someone else's hand. ”

"Whose hand to lend?"

"Rebels."

"Rebels? Do you mean the Deer Party? ”

"That's right, don't forget, both Villas and Garland are still in their hands. What we have to do is to make the Deer Party a real rebel! ”

Count Landau was thoughtful, and just as he was about to ask questions, he heard his son say again:

"And, I'm still going to the coronation."

Earl Landau frowned: "What are you going to do?" You don't really want to crown Mycella, do you? ”

"Of course not." Caesar Road,

"I'm going to crown myself."

(End of chapter)