The back garden of Storm's End.

Margaery Tyrell wore a loose dark green robe that covered her high bulging abdomen, and her slender hand wrapped her arm around Samwell's left arm, strolling through the green evergreen lawn.

Her beautiful face shone with happiness, and her hind-like eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and she was always watching her husband.

"Melisandre said it would be tomorrow, but my stomach hasn't moved at all."

"The date she said may not be accurate." Samwell stopped, and saw that fine beads of sweat were oozing from his wife's forehead, so he raised his hand to help her wipe it off, "Are you tired?" ”

"It's fine." Margaery felt her husband's thoughtfulness and smiled sweetly, "Bachelor Coben advised me to move around more, saying that it would help me have a smooth birth. ”

"But you can't get tired." Samwell pulled her to the middle of the courtyard.

There were several stone tables and chairs, and Samwell dusted off the stone benches, reached out and tested the temperature to make sure it was okay, and then helped Margaery to sit down, holding her smooth and white calves, and massaging them gently.

Behind the two of them grew a tall pomegranate tree, which was full of fruits, and the air was filled with the fresh and elegant scent of fruit trees.

Just one branch reached up to Margaery, and on it lay a few heavy red pomegranate fruits.

She reached out and plucked one, peeled it off, took out a few seeds, and put them in Samwell's mouth, and asked;

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet."

Margaery laughed, and was about to speak, when she suddenly clutched her stomach and let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Samwell was instantly alert, "Going to start?" ”

Margaery shook her head and said, "No, the little guy was naughty and kicked me again." ”

So saying, she took her husband's hand and pressed it on her stomach.

Samwell also felt a noticeable movement of the baby, as if the little one was moving his hands and feet.

He also felt the little one's heartbeat, and every pulse fascinated Samwell, caressing Margaery's belly, and his heart was suddenly extremely peaceful and full of power:

"Maybe Melisandre is right, it's a boy."

"Have you figured out the child's name?" Margaery asked.

"There are a few alternatives...... Samwell muttered thoughtfully.

"Then wait for the child to be born before making an idea." Margaret said, "Maybe it's a girl." ”

Samwell smiled.

He doesn't really care about boys and girls, but now as a king, his heirs are naturally different from ordinary children.

If Margaery gave birth to a boy, it would be his firstborn.

According to the Westeros Succession Law, he is also his first heir.

Samwell suddenly remembered what Melisandre had said—

It is equally dangerous for dragons to reproduce too much and to reproduce too little.

Although Samwell didn't care about this meaningful sentence on the surface, and didn't ask the red-robed witch what prophecy she saw in the flames, after all, it was still hidden in the depths of his heart like a thorn, making him uncomfortable from time to time.

Dragons are in danger of extinction if they reproduce too little, so what about too many of them?

The period with the most dragons was during the reign of Viserys I, which was also the most prosperous period of the Targaryens' bloodline, but then came one of the bloodiest civil wars of the dragon dynasty-

Dance of the Blood Dragons.

In the bloody civil war that lasted for three years, only four of the twenty-one dragons of House Targaryen died, and the royal blood withered to the extreme, almost breaking the lineage.

Melisandre said that he would have thirteen children in the future, and gave that warning, and although the prophecy in the flames was full of tricks and traps, it was necessary to take some precautions in advance.

"If it's a boy, I've already figured out the name." Samwell seemed to have made up his mind.

Margaery's expression moved slightly, and she was about to ask when she saw Daenerys approach.

"Sam, Margaery, would you like to come and see the good things I have prepared?" Daenerys asked with a grin.

"What's that? Gifts? Samwell asked.

"Yes, it's a gift for the baby in Margaery's womb." She touched her lower abdomen, which was not yet pregnant, and said, "It's also a gift for my child." ”

"Okay, let's go see what it is." Curious, Samwell picked up Margaery.

Daenerys took a few steps forward, grabbed her husband's other arm, and asked as she went, "By the way, Sam, is there any news for our fleet?" ”

"Not yet. However, if the Qingting Island fleet is fooled, it should have already dealt with our fleet at this time. ”

"You don't seem to be worried at all?"

"I don't think there's any need to worry, we're going to win." Margaret said.

"Yes, you can win." Gotta win. Samwell wasn't as calm as he seemed.

War is always full of uncertainties, and although he believes that the new ships are powerful enough to suppress the firepower of the old ones, this thing is new after all, and has never been tested in actual combat.

If something goes wrong, he probably won't be able to cross the Blackwater River and march into King's Landing anytime soon.

This will have a great adverse effect on his plan to unite the forces of the Seven Kingdoms and jointly defend against the Strangers.

So he thought about whether to ride a dragon to participate in this naval battle, but considering that Margaery's birth was approaching, he did not make the trip.

He chose to believe in Lucas Dayne and in the new warship.

Of course, the more important reason is that the dragon is actually not very useful in this kind of naval battle, and he knows that the Qingting Island fleet has specially installed ballistas to deal with the dragon, and if he really forcibly participates in the battle, he may even be injured by Cleopatra.

"Look, that's what I have for the kids." Daenerys pointed ahead.

When Samwell came back to his senses, he saw a dozen craftsmen busy in the garden, seemingly building something.

"Dani, what are you building?" Margaery asked curiously.

"It's an amusement park!" Daenerys smiled and revealed the answer.

Then she took Margaery's hand, took her a few steps, pointed to the busy construction site, and explained:

"There's a swing there, there's a slide, there's a merry-go-round......"

"And the castle labyrinth." A crisp and childish voice sounded.

Samwell only noticed that Shireen Baratheon was there.

"Good day, Your Majesty Caesar." Shireen lifted her princess dress and curtsied Samwell with a look.

Samwell patted her little head and smiled:

"Call me cousin, or Sam."

"Okay, cousin." Shireen smiled, and then excitedly introduced the amusement park to several people.

At this time, Samwell realized that the amusement park was actually the idea of the little girl, and after telling Daenerys, she found a group of craftsmen and began to build it.

"Great idea!" Margaery clapped her hands excitedly, "The kids will love it!" However, I think there should be a little more ......."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped.

Samwell hurriedly stepped forward to support his wife and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"Water...... Sam, the water is running down my legs......"

"Don't panic, don't panic." Samwell picked his wife up, "It's just that the amniotic water is broken, it's fine." Dani, go tell Gavin Mander and get him ready. ”

"Oh, good!" Daenerys also understood, and hurriedly ran towards the main castle.

(End of chapter)