In the soft morning light, Daenerys descends the pyramid.

She wore a long white silk dress with a pearl-embellished ribbon around her waist, and her long silver-blonde hair was tied in a lady's bun characteristic of Westeros.

The new Green Lady had expressed her hope that the Dragon Queen would wear the Guise toca robes to attend the wedding at the Temple of Grace, but Samwell decisively refused.

Daenerys also hated toca robes, but it was hard to find ornate Westeros court dresses in Slaver's Bay, and she could only do so with a simple white silk dress.

The ground floor of the Great Pyramid is always dark, and a thick wall blocks out the noise and heat of the street.

The wedding convoy has been assembled, after all, the queen has just "married" a few days ago, and everyone is familiar with it.

Daenerys climbed up the chariot with the help of Sir Barristan, and heard the old knight whisper:

"Your Majesty, Prince Quentin of Dorne died late last night."

Daenerys was a little surprised that this prince could hold out for so long, but he was burned by dragon flames, maybe death was a relief for him.

"Don't embarrass them, let Quentin's bones go back to Dorne." I'll be back soon, Daenerys thought.

"Yes." Sir Barristan hesitated, as if there was something else to say.

Daenerys could guess what was on his mind, the old knight didn't want her to marry Caesar, and so did Sir Jorah.

However, Sir Jorah was motivated by his own selfish feelings, so Daenerys sent him to guard the gates early in the morning so that he would not talk nonsense.

As for Sir Barristan's opposition, it was out of insistence on Targaryen orthodoxy.

He wanted to see Daenerys on the Iron Throne.

Unfortunately, after the chaos of Yuankai and Meereen, Daenerys has lost faith in her ability to rule.

"Your Majesty......"

"I'm sorry I let you down."

As soon as Sir Barristan spoke, he was interrupted by Daenerys.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the old knight didn't say anything more after all.

After so many years as a royal guard, Barristan has long been accustomed to being the shadow of the king who does not speak, and the idea of admonishing just now is already a kind of arrogance to him, and at this time, he closed his mouth at Daenerys's determined gaze.

The gate opened, and the motorcade walked into the sunlight surrounded by everyone.

The black dragon Drogon flew down from the top of the pyramid and hovered over the convoy, using his body to help Daenerys block the sun.

The road leading to the Temple of Grace was crowded with Meereans who enthusiastically cheered for the beautiful Queen. The resumption of slavery did not change their love for the Dragon Queen.

Daenerys waved at the crowd on the chariot, but shame and self-blame could not be suppressed in her heart.

I will be back again. She made a solemn promise from the bottom of her heart.

The convoy slowly passed through Meereen, and the Temple of Grace finally appeared in front of them, the golden dome glittering in the sun, and the white dragon Cleopatra hovered in the sky, and when she saw the team, she flew over, flapping her wings and flapping the hot wind to welcome her.

The Green Saintess waited outside the temple gates, surrounded by her sisters, dressed in white, red, and blue robes.

After a catastrophe, the number of saints has decreased by more than half compared to the last time.

And the smiles on their faces were a little reluctant, and Daenerys guessed if it was because of her long dress or because of her faith.

Fortunately, she didn't care what they thought.

With Sir Barristan's support, Daenerys stepped down, lifted her skirt with both hands, and climbed upward.

On the stained brick staircase, Samwell was looking at her with a smile.

A shy and warm smile appeared on Daenerys' face, and she involuntarily quickened her pace.

In the chanting of the saints, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the two met at the top of the stairs, hugged each other, and kissed each other.

Samwell took Daenerys by the waist and led her into the Temple of Grace.

Heavy incense fills the temple, and the gods of Giskari loom in the shadow of the shrine.

The saints carried out an ivory chair and a golden bowl.

Samwell picked her up, put her on a chair, unfastened her sandals, and washed her feet.

She giggled irrepressibly as the warm, creamy sesame oil flowed through Daenerys' toes.

At the same time, he stretched out his hands and held the man's face.

From now on, this is my husband. She thought softly.

My only relative, my last dependence.

After washing her feet, Samwell dried her with a soft towel, put on her sandals again, and helped her to her feet.

The Green Saint stepped forward with two golden chains in her hand, tying Samwell and Daenerys' wrists and ankles together.

Later, she said a blessing in the Giscari language, but unfortunately the two newcomers did not understand much.

The Green Lady finally announced in the lingua franca of Westeros that the two were officially married in the presence of the gods of Giscari.

Samwell kissed his wife again, and then led her out of the temple to the cheers of the crowd.

After the ceremony, the two of them rode back to the Great Pyramid, where a sumptuous feast had been prepared.

Musicians play peculiar tunes with bells, air bags, and tambourines, and thirty-three naked dancers perform ancient courtship dances.

Wine flowed through the feast, and the new nobles of Astapor, Yuankai, and Meereen cheered with awe for the union of the two true dragon bloodlines.

The Dothraki also sent messengers.

In fact, they had come to attack Meereen at the invitation of the Yuankai people, but after seeing the collapse of the Yuankai army, the Dothraki withdrew.

It seems that Kao is still sane now, knowing that there are unsullied people guarding them, and Meereen is impregnable, and if they attack, they may only repeat the mistakes of the Battle of Kohor.

What's more, the Dothraki only wanted to do the slave trade, and now that Meereen had restored slavery, they had no incentive to attack.

Also, Valentis, Guzai, Singis, Quells...... Many of the city-states near Slave Bay also sent emissaries, but they were more cheering for the resumption of the slave trade than celebrating Samwell and Daenerys' wedding.

"Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys." Zaro from Quells was especially excited, "Please allow me to bring the gift of the Thirteen Giants!" ”

He led the two newcomers to the window, pointed to a large fleet of ships in Slave Bay in the distance, and said:

"There are 130 ships that can carry tens of thousands of people across the ocean to Westeros. And, three of the ships are gifts for you, so you don't have to follow the fleet back to Westeros when you arrive in Westeros. ”

"Oh? Which three? Daenerys asked with a smile.

"The great merchant ships 'Sedurion', 'Summer's Sun' and 'Josso' will serve as testimonies to Quells's friendship with the True Dragons."

"Thank you Quells for your generosity." Samwell laughed.

The dragon has three heads, Daenerys thought, and said, "Since they are ours, I'm going to change their names." ”

"As you wish," said Zaro, "what name do you like?"

"Bellerion, Mirasis, Vaghhar." Daenerys looked into Samwell's eyes and called out the names of the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, "painted the hull with gold paint, at least three feet high." I want everyone who sees them to know: the real dragon is back! ”

"Good!" Samwell laughed and put his arms around his wife's waist,

"They will bring the Unsullied, the True Dragon, the blood and fire."

(End of chapter)