Storm's End.

Samwell and Melisandre stand hand in hand in front of the fireplace.

The fire was furious, and bits of ash flew up, dancing and encircling in the air, and finally merging into Samwell's palm.

The large ruby in Melisandre's throat sipped from the flickering fire in the fireplace, growing more and more bewitching, more and more red.

She slammed her hand over the gem, then quickly pressed it into Samwell's palm.

The pale flame churned abruptly, and then quickly extinguished.

Samwell felt a burning pain in his palm, and when he looked down, he saw that another of the silver petals had returned to its brightness.

"Why haven't they all recovered?" He asked.

Melisandre sighed:

"That's the limit of what I can do at the moment. You've become so entangled with the Elemental Sea that it's hard to isolate yourself completely. ”

Sam Will rubbed the mark in his palm and asked:

"And what happens if these last two petals also wither?"

"I don't know." Melisandre said, "You now have a certain mastery of witchcraft, and if you don't have the protection of this seal, you may be able to withstand the invasion of the elemental sea, but you may also be ......."

"Assimilated by the Elemental Sea?"

"Yes."

Samwell was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Then how do I try to avoid draining the sealing power?"

"Use as little mental strength as possible." Melisandre said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have used the power of witchcraft when you went to Slaver's Bay this time, right?" ”

"Yes, but there was no other way around then." Samwell sighed helplessly, and then recounted the godly babbling that had happened to him in Slave Bay.

Melisandre listened quietly, without saying a word.

"How much do you know about the gods of Giscali?" After speaking, Samwell asked, "And what is their purpose?" And why did I meet Nissa Nissa in the Ruins Fantasy? ”

"The records of the gods of Giscali have long since been destroyed under the dragon's flame along with the Gurgis Empire, and although Slave Bay still believes in them, the inheritance has been broken, and even the holy women of the Temple of Grace know very little about the gods they believe in."

After a pause, Melisandre seemed a little hesitant, but continued:

"As for Nissa Nissa, I think your suspicions are correct, Daenerys Targaryen is most likely Nissa's reincarnation, so she should be burdened with the fate of being sacrificed."

"I don't believe in fate." Samwell said lightly, "It's just a self-righteous arrangement by a bunch of self-proclaimed gods, but I refuse to accept any arrangement. ”

Melisandre's gaze softened, and she said:

"I believe you are in control of your own destiny. And the fate of humanity. ”

Samwell was embarrassed when he heard this:

"The fate of mankind is too grand, I can't control it, I can only save more people as much as I can."

"Then you have to hurry up." Melisandre turned her head to gaze at the leaping flames in the fireplace, "The sand in the hourglass is passing fast, winter is near, despair and terror will descend on the Great Wall, you must be prepared as soon as possible." ”

"I know." Samwell glanced at the flames and asked, "Does the flames tell you how long winter is coming?" ”

Melisandre shook her head, "No." ”

Samwell wasn't disappointed, and turned back to the table.

A huge horn sat on the table, and reddish-gold lines shimmered on the dark surface, as if breathing.

"You can study this dragon horn for me." Samwell said, "I suspect it has something to do with Lachlo. ”

"Okay." Melisandre nodded slightly.

Samwell went out and saw Gavin waiting outside.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, Sir Alecon Florent asks to see you."

Samwell narrowed his eyes:

"He's from Dragonstone, isn't he?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Okay, take him to the living room for a while, and I'll see him later."

"Yes."

Samwell did not rush to see Sir Alecken, but went to the docks first.

Today, the Storm's Rest fleet is about to set sail to escort a shipment of grain to Dorne.

The commander of the fleet was Sir Lucas Dayne, the first knight loyal to Samwell who had sailing experience, and was not a great fleet commander, but he was loyal and reliable.

What's more, Samwell's men couldn't find a better fleet commander. Moreover, this fleet is a new thing, and it adopts a completely new way of fighting, and the fleet commanders of the old era may not be more competent.

Seeing dozens of new warships slowly sailing out of the military port, Samwell couldn't help but feel excited, and he believed that this fleet would give the enemy a big surprise.

"I really want to set sail with them." Daenerys beside her sighed with longing in her eyes.

Samwell laughed:

"Are you still dreaming of being a captain?"

"Can't you?"

"Absolutely." Samwell took her hand, "I said I would have given you a position in the fleet." ”

"Really?" Daenerys raised an eyebrow, looking eager to try.

Samwell was about to tease a few more words, when he suddenly frowned:

"Why are you so hot? Fever? ”

Daenerys was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said:

"I didn't feel anything uncomfortable."

Samwell touched her forehead and neck again, and found it hot as well.

He hurriedly took Daenerys back to Storm's End and found Master Coburn.

"Your Majesty, Queen Daenerys is in good health." After a check-up, he reported, "Except that the body temperature is indeed a little high. ”

"What's the deal with such a high body temperature?"

The bachelor was a little embarrassed: "This ...... There could be a variety of reasons for this, and it will take a while longer. ”

"Sam, I feel like I've never been better physically." Daenerys said, "It's even better than before." ”

"The blood of the Targaryens is different from ordinary people." Bachelor said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Daenerys suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, I remember there was a time before when my temperature was also very high."

"What time?"

"The last time I was pregnant!" Daenerys exclaimed in surprise, "Sam, I'm afraid I'm pregnant with your baby!" ”

"Really?" Samwell also turned his worries into joy.

Daenerys nodded heavily, "It must be." ”

As she spoke, she grabbed her husband's hand and pressed it on her flat lower abdomen: "We are the true dragon bloodline, the life composed of blood and fire, this is the temperature of our child, can you feel it?" ”

Samwell stroked Daenerys' hot and soft skin, and suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart:

"Felt it, yes, our kids."

(End of chapter)