The morning sun shines on the gray-white walls of Storm's End, causing it to shine like gold leaf.

Samwell went to the backyard and pushed the glass door of the flower house.

At this time, although it is already late autumn, the flower house made of natural crystal is as warm as summer.

Bright sunlight shines through the crystal dome throughout the room, and the walls are surrounded by a copper pipe that flows with heated water, raising the temperature in the flower room.

The soft sunlight and warm environment make the roses in the flower room bloom incomparably beautifully.

In this rose, Margaery Tyrell is wearing a long blue silk dress, her eyes are bright and focused, exuding a demure and beautiful temperament, and her fair and slender hands are taking care of a rose in front of her.

"Sam." When she saw her husband come in, a sweet smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth.

Samwell stepped forward to kiss her, reaching out and caressing her slightly bulging lower abdomen.

"I asked Ms. Melisandre." Margaery buried her head in her husband's arms and said, "She said it would be a boy." ”

Samwell remembers that the Red Robe Witch said that she had lost her prophetic powers, and she didn't know if she was guessing or if she had another way of telling the baby's gender.

"It's the same for boys and girls." Samwell said casually.

"How can this be the same. You're already king, and you need a male heir. ”

Samwell didn't argue with her about this, and he knew that Margaery was in a period of psychological vulnerability, hoping to give birth to a boy to strengthen her position.

"The prisoner exchange is over on Dorne's side, and things are almost over, I'm ready to go to Riverbend......" Samwell visibly felt the sudden tension of his wife in his arms, "Do you have anything to say to the Tyrells?" ”

"Nope." Margaret said, "Their betrayal is unforgivable! Sam, whatever you do, I'm rooting for you. ”

"Okay." Samwell left a kiss in his wife's hair and then turned away.

Outside the flower room, the "beauty" Brienne Tass came over and bowed:

"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"

"Sir Brienne." Samwell commanded, "You will follow Queen Margaery close to you and take care of her safety." Wherever she goes, you follow. Do you understand? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Saying goodbye to Brienne, Samwell leaves the flower room and meets Gavin Mander in the hallway, accompanied by a Dorne woman.

"Your Majesty, this is Miss Namelia Shad, the emissary of Halberd City."

Nemelia was actually no stranger to the young Stormlands owner, and had dealt with her a few times before.

It's just that she never imagined that one day this person would become the king of the stormlands.

Looking at Samwell's ruby Valyrian crown, Nellia hesitated for a moment, but chose to use the honorific title:

"Your Majesty Caesar, on behalf of the Martell family, I extend my sincerest greetings to you."

"I can't afford Martell's sincerity." Samwell didn't give her a good look, "Aren't you here to pick up Dowl?" ”

Nemelia said patiently:

"Yes, Princess Alyne said that you didn't ask for anything, and I can pick up His Highness Daolang at any time?"

"That's right." Samwell said, "Come with me." ”

"Thank you for your generosity!" Although Somelia wondered why the other party was so generous, she still saluted and thanked her.

The two made their way to the Bachelor's room.

As soon as she entered, she smelled an indescribable stench, mixed with the smell of blood and herbs.

The fireplace in the room burned hot, emitting a gloomy red glow.

Nymelia's heart sank, and she hurriedly walked a few steps to the bedside, and saw Prince Doran lying on his back, in a coma, his face as pale as a fish that had been dead for many days.

"Your Highness!" Namelia shouted a few times, but did not see Prince Dolang respond.

She jerked off Prince Daolang's blanket, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with a foul smell hit her face, almost making her vomit.

"What have you done to him!" Namelia asked angrily.

Bachelor came over with a glass of thick liquid and said indifferently:

"What does this have to do with us, his injuries are all caused by the nobles of Dorne, didn't they tell you?"

Nemelia was stunned for a moment.

She immediately thought of her cousin's act of taking a large number of nobles back to Yang Halberd City, and she believed the words of Master Coben a little.

"Alright, give him this to drink." Bachelor Coburn handed the cup to Nymeria.

"What is this?"

"Something to save him, of course." Bachelor Koburn shrugged, "If we were to kill him, would he still be alive until now?" ”

"You think I'm going to believe you!" Nemelia slammed the cup to the ground, letting the white liquid flow out.

"Whatever you want." Bachelor Koben smiled coldly, "You'd better move quickly, otherwise I'm worried that he won't be able to hold up to Yang Halberd City." ”

Nemelia gritted her teeth and looked at Samwell at the door, and roared:

"If His Highness Dao Lang dies, we will definitely make Storm's Breath Castle pay the price!"

"I advise you to figure out who made Dolang like this first." Samwell replied lightly, "If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask those Dorne nobles." ”

"No matter how you quibble, His Highness Dao Lang was also injured under your roof, he is your captive, and you have an obligation to protect his safety!"

Samwell sneered, "I was still an ally of Doran on Bloodreef Island before, but he arranged for the Faceless to kill me. What right do you Dornes have to accuse others of breaking the rules? ”

Nemelia was speechless for a moment, so she turned around, carefully carried Prince Doran behind her, and walked out.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Dornish will still count Dolang's death on our heads." Bachelor's Road.

"Trust is like parchment, rubbed and then flattened, and the wrinkles on it can't disappear." Samwell said lightly, "Even if the Martell family is sensible enough not to hold the nobles of Dorne accountable, can they still trust their vassals as they have in the past?"

And those Dorne nobles who have Dorn's blood on their hands will really believe that the Martell family will not hold them accountable?

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they take root and sprout. ”

"You have a point." Maester Coburn nodded, then laughed again, "And that woman may not be able to keep her sanity either. ”

A sneer tugged at the corner of Samwell's mouth, and he didn't say anything more, turned and went downstairs, straight to the dungeon.

The guards carried the torch and led him to the place where Loras Tyrell was being held.

Opening the door, Loras narrowed her eyes, adjusting to the change in light for a moment before she could see the person.

"Caesar." There was bitter guilt in his tone, and there was also a hint of helplessness, "What do you want to do with me?" ”

"Take you back to the High Court."

There was a glint of disbelief in Loras's eyes: "You...... Will you let me go back to the High Court? ”

"What do you think?"

"I'm ......," said Loras, struggling, "for the sake of the past, for Margaery's sake, I hope you will be more merciful......"

"Kindness?" Samwell smiled coldly, "You weren't kind to me on Bloodreef Island before. ”

Loraston was speechless.

This time it was indeed the Tyrells who betrayed Caesar, and he could not deny that.

Samwell urged, "Let's go, there's still a good show waiting for us in Riverbend." ”

Loras looked at the cold light in Samwell's eyes, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he struggled to his feet, walked out of the cell, and spoke again:

"Can I meet Margaery?"

"Nope."

Loras had no choice but to keep his head down and follow Samwell out, out of the door, and the sunlight coming from his back made him squint his eyes after seeing the light of day for a long time.

When he got used to the light again, he saw that Samwell was already riding the white dragon.

Loras stepped forward and said:

"Caesar, be nice to Margaery, she has nothing to do with it."

"She really has nothing to do with you." Samwell said coldly, "She's my queen now. ”

Loras didn't say anything more, and was about to climb onto the dragon's back, but saw the white dragon suddenly burst into the air with leather wings.

Just as Loras was stunned, a dragon claw reached out, grabbed him by the waist, and lifted him into the air.

Margaery, who was in the flower room, seemed to sense something, and when she raised her head, she saw the figure of the white dragon leaping into the air.

There was a flash of struggle in her eyes, and she finally lowered her head and continued to fiddle with her roses.

Although the castle is magnificent and strong, it lacks life and vitality, and Margaery is determined to plant roses all over the castle.

I believe that sooner or later, this place will be as beautiful as the High Court.

(End of chapter)