The deep blue sea of Dorne is calm.

A ship with the coat of arms of the yellow sun and the white moon splits the waves and heads south.

"Lord Tas, there's Bloodreef Island ahead."

Lord of the Stormlands Twilight Hall Lord Serwyn Tarth looked at the island ahead and ordered, "Lean in." ”

"My lord, I can't rely on it." The captain shook his head and said, "There are reefs around Bloodreef Island, and big ships can't get close, so if you want to go to the island, you can only change to small boats." ”

Earl Selwyn nodded slowly, and suddenly understood why this three-realm meeting was chosen on this island.

The big ship could not get close, and each lord was restricted to only one guard on the island, which ensured that no one could mess with the talks in the Three Realms.

After all, there are sinister, cunning, and discredited Dornites on the other side, and such caution is a must.

Earl Selwyn changed his boat and rowed to the island with only one knight of the family.

When he got to the island, he found that there were already a lot of people here.

The lords of the Stormlands, large and small, have basically arrived.

It seems that Caesar is still quite appealing in the Stormlands. Earl Selwyn thought to himself, and stepped forward to greet the nobles.

"Has Master Caesar arrived?"

"Not yet." Countess Marry Metellin, Lord of Fog Forest, said.

Count Selwyn's eyes circled around the crowd and wondered, "Why didn't you see the Dorn?" ”

"In the cave."

The Earl of Selwyn looked in the direction of the old lady's finger and saw a high hill in the northwest corner of the island.

He walked a few curious steps, turned in the other direction, and found a hollow in the mountain, which looked like a giant beast with a wide open mouth, and the stone pillars lined up were its teeth.

The Dornes laid out a rudimentary stepped stone platform in the cave, on which an iron chair was placed.

"What are they doing here?" Earl Selwyn wondered.

"Preparing for the coronation."

"Coronation?" Earl Selwyn was stunned for a moment, "Crowning whom?" ”

"I heard that the Dornites are preparing to crown Princess Mycera Baratheon." Lady Marry's tone was tinged with sarcasm, "They say that according to the Law of Dorne's succession, Mycella's inheritance to the Iron Throne is ahead of Tommen. ”

"The bullshit laws of the Dorn." Count Selwyn took a sip and asked, "The High Court also agreed to coronate Princess Mycella?" And what about Caesar? ”

"I guess they all agreed. Otherwise, there would not have been this meeting. Once Princess Myccera is crowned here, the three realms of Riverbend, Dorne, and Stormlands will form an alliance against the Lannisters of King's Landing. Lady Marry sighed, looking a little disappointed, "And Caesar probably wants to get the title of Duke of Storm's End from Mycella. ”

Earl Selwyn frowned.

Due to the relationship between his daughter Brienne and his own preference for Caesar, who owns the dragon, the Tass family has sworn allegiance to Caesar.

But now when he heard that Caesar was going to recognize Mycella as queen, Count Selwyn was not pleased.

"Caesar probably wouldn't do that." Earl Selwyn said, "Caesar killed Mycella's brother, declaring that none of them were of the blood of the previous kings......

At that moment, Count Selwyn suddenly heard the sound of wings fluttering in the air.

When I looked up, I saw a milky white dragon appear above me.

It was larger than a giant elephant that Earl Selwyn had ever seen, and its outstretched wings cast a large shadow on the ground, which was formidable.

Caesar is coming!

The arrival of the white dragon attracted everyone's attention.

The Earl of Selwyn stepped forward, wondering if he would see his daughter.

But apparently, he was overthinking.

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back, holding in his arms a young girl in a long green dress and a wreath of winter snow roses—

Margaery Tyrell.

Count Selwyn thought that his daughter would come as Caesar's bodyguard, but he didn't expect that Caesar didn't bring a guard, but his wife......

However, with the white dragon here, there is really no need to bring any guards.

What's more, Caesar himself is also the top master of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Lord Caesar." Earl Selwyn stepped forward and saluted, "Miss Margaery." ”

"Count Selwyn." Samwell smiled and nodded.

Samwell still has a good impression of this Stormlands Lord who voluntarily allegiates to him.

"Lord Selwyn." Margaery greeted with a smile, "I finally know who Miss Brienne's height and prowess inherited. ”

The Earl of Selwyn laughed and replied with some words of blessing and praise.

A group of Stormland Lords also surrounded them, and Samwell led Margaery to greet them one by one, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

At this time, Lady Mary asked coldly:

"Lord Caesar, I heard that you are preparing to crown Princess Mycella?"

"That's the idea of the Dorns and the Riverbenders." Samwell laughed, "Not mine. ”

Count Selwyn breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Caesar, please believe me, the nobles of the Stormlands don't like the Lannisters, and they don't like the pseudo-king on the Iron Throne. ”

Seeing the Stormland Lords nodding their heads in agreement, the smile on Samwell's lips became more and more obvious.

He was now certain that the vast majority of the Stormlands nobles were furious and unwilling for the Lannisters to steal the Iron Throne that rightfully belonged to House Baratheon, and they were eager for revenge, eager to make the Lannisters pay, eager to restore the glory of the Stormlands.

They just lack a leader.

And there are no such people in the Baratheon family today.

Stannis Baratheon was not a beloved monarch in the first place, not to mention the fact that he had previously stormed King's Landing, only to return defeated, and his reputation was ruined.

That's Samwell's chance......

Loras Tyrell also walked over.

Due to the civil strife that had just been experienced and the distance from Bloodreef Island, the Riverlands had only come to the three minor lords closest to the Dorne Sea, and the High Court had only sent Loras as a representative to observe the ceremony.

After some pleasantries, Samwell left Margaery to talk to the group and walked to the cave himself.

There were more than twenty lords of Dorne, and Samwell probably glanced around and found that they were all lords from the central and eastern regions, and the territories far away from this side in the western part of Dorne did not send anyone.

Of course, the Dain family of Starfall City, which is located in the westernmost part of Dorne, did not come, but with the current relationship between Starfall City and Yang Halberd City, even if they are close, Prince Daolang may not send an invitation.

"His Highness Daolang."

"Sam." Prince Doran smiled.

"What about Princess Mycella?"

"I'm looking at the sea." Prince Dolang pointed ahead.

Samwell then noticed a thin figure by the sea, standing alone on a rock, looking into the distance.

"Do you know which family this island belongs to?" Prince Daolang suddenly asked.

"It should be the Tolan family of Soul Hill." Samwell withdrew his gaze.

This island was personally chosen by him, and what he liked was that it was surrounded by reefs, and big ships couldn't get close to it—

This is to guard against the Qingting Island fleet.

Earl Pixter Redwyn was nowhere to be seen, and Samwell suspected that the other party should be ambushing in the surrounding area.

"That's right." Prince Daolang said, "Have you ever seen the coat of arms of the Tolan family?" ”

"I remember a dragon devouring its own tail?"

"Yes. This dragon represents time, with no beginning and no end, and the cycle repeats. Prince Dorang's tone was a little inexplicable, "Back then, Sir Christon Cole, the 'champion of the king', supported Prince Aegon to sit on the Iron Throne and started a bloody civil war with his sister Princess Rhaenyra. Now, we have to support our sister and beat our brother...... It's a cycle. ”

Samwell laughed, "I've heard people say that time is like a horse-drawn carriage, it seems to be moving forward, but it's just the wheels turning over and over again. ”

"yes. There's nothing new under the sun. Prince Daolang sighed for a while, took a box from the guard, and said:

"Sam, remember the last time we met in Starfall City, I proposed it?"

Samwell looked at the ruby-encrusted Valyrian crown in the box and nodded.

The last time they met, Prince Dorant proposed that Samwell wear the crown that belonged to Aegon the Conqueror and marry Princess Arrene Martell.

Unfortunately, Samwell refused.

"Three hundred years ago, Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror wore this crown, married two queens, and conquered Westeros. Today, you can do the same, put on the crown, marry my daughter and Margaery, it's a cycle. Prince Dowron looked at Samwell with deep meaning in his eyes, "I prefer this cycle to sibling cannibalism." ”

Samwell looked at the crown that shone with a red glow, slightly distracted.

From Prince Dolang's words, he smelled a different meaning-

The Martell family doesn't seem to be cooperating with Lady Olenna's plans.

"Your Highness Daolang, everyone is basically here, is it possible to start the ceremony?" Loras walked over.

Prince Daolang smiled and nodded: "Okay, then let's start." ”

He then turned to Samwell: "If you think about it, feel free to let me know." I always think that this crown of the 'conqueror' is more suitable to wear on your head. ”

After saying that, Prince Daolang summoned all the nobles to attend the ceremony.

Princess Mycella, who was by the sea, was also brought back, and stood before the throne on a high platform, bowing her head and saying nothing.

The bishop of Yang Halberd City took the crown from Prince Daolang and came to stand before Princess Mycella.

"Mysella Baratheon." The bishop solemnly spoke, "Today, under the gaze of the seven gods, you are crowned king.

Put on the crown, and have mercy on the people of the seven kingdoms, and ensure their livelihood; Defend the nobles of the seven kingdoms, and give them glory; Protect the followers of the Seven Gods so that they may be bathed in the glory of God forever.

May the light of the Seven Gods always shine on your path ahead, giving you strength and protection from harm in life to life......"

Princess Mycella kept her head down, and did not look at the man in front of her and the nobles in the audience, like a puppet.

The nobles of the Stormlands looked at Samwell with inquiring eyes, as if waiting for his statement.

"How's it going?" Prince Dolang asked in a low voice.

"Can I not marry your daughter?" Samwell said, "Change the conditions." ”

Prince Daolang looked helpless: "You hate Alene so much? ”

"I was mainly worried that taking two wives would anger the nobles who believed in the Seven Gods, and Aegon the Conqueror was able to marry two wives because he already had the strength to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, and I still lacked it."

"Okay." Prince Daolang really compromised, "Just let my son Quentin marry one of your sisters." But you must leave an heir in the Martells. ”

"Leave an heir?"

"Yes. If you don't want to marry my daughter, then my nieces, Nymelia, Dona, and Lori...... You can choose one of these beautiful 'sand snakes' as a lover and leave an heir. ”

Samwell frowned.

Prince Doran persuaded again: "As long as you agree to my terms, the Martell family will give you full support, and you can take away the Stormlands army trapped in Dorne at any time, and with them, you can easily subdue the loyalty of the Stormlands nobles." There are even armies in the Riverlands and Vales, which I can hand over to you.

Believe me, with the help of the Martell family, it is only a matter of time before you ascend to the Iron Throne.

Sam, if you want to reap, you have to give something.

As a king, you must abandon your personal preferences and make the most beneficial choice for yourself. ”

At this point, the bishop finally finished his long prayer, stepped forward, and placed the crown on Mycella's head.

Samwell let out a long breath and finally nodded:

"Okay."

Prince Dolang smiled: "Go, go and take off her crown and put it on your head." Caesar, you are the true king! ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come forward and pledge your allegiance to the Queen!" The bishop announced loudly.

Samwell strode forward and came to the high platform, but did not kneel.

"Micera," Samwell called him by his name, "whose bloodline are you?" ”

Mycella lowered her head, not daring to meet Samwell's eyes.

The audience suddenly began to discuss, the nobles of Hewan looked at each other, the nobles of the stormland were eager to try, and the nobles of Dorne looked at Prince Daolang one after another, but saw that the other party actually raised his hand and signaled them to be quiet.

"All the illegitimate sons of the former King Robert Baratheon are black-haired, and all the children born of the union of the Baratheon family and the Lannisters are also black-haired, why are you blonde?"

Mysella's head hung lower, and her thin body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this scene, Samwell couldn't say what he was going to ask next.

This little girl may not be willing to accept the coronation, she is also a victim of a power struggle.

Samwell sighed secretly, and his tone slowed down a lot:

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to wear this crown."

With that, he stepped forward and took off the crown from Mysella's head.

But at this moment, Samwell suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand.

When I looked closely, I saw that a slender poisonous snake was actually hiding in the girl's long golden hair and biting his finger!

Mithera finally raised her head, her eyes as cold as ice:

"A man owes God a life."

(End of chapter)