Margaery is sent to the delivery room, which has been prepared for a long time.

The three most experienced midwives of the Castle of Storm's Rest were on standby early in the morning, and the maids were busy boiling water and scalding cloths.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, mother and child will be safe." Melisandre said in a firm tone.

"Hmm." Samwell nodded solemnly.

At this moment, he was extremely hopeful that the prophecy in the flame was accurate.

Margaery's cries were heard in the delivery room, and the maids came and went, delivering all sorts of things.

This hectic scene made Samwell a little unreal.

Regardless of his past and present lives, this is his first child, and it is the continuation of his bloodline.

From coming to this world four years ago to now, Samwell has gone through all kinds of hardships, and this moment, it seems that he has finally taken root here.

It seems that it is only at this moment that he has a real bond with this other world.

The intertwining of the unreal and the real gives Samwell a sense of time and space.

Time passed, the sun set in the west, and the moon climbed up the treetops and set again for a dawn that pierced the darkness.

"Haven't you come out yet?" Samwell hadn't slept all night, and he couldn't help but get agitated.

"Your Majesty, it usually takes a day or two to give birth, and Queen Margaery is the firstborn, so it will be a little more difficult."

In fact, Samwell also understands this truth, but his wife is suffering in it, and it is difficult for him to remain completely calm.

"Your Majesty, do you want breakfast?" The maid asked cautiously.

Samwell waved his hand, indicating that he had no appetite, and when he caught a glimpse of Daenerys waiting beside him, he said:

"Dani, go get something to eat."

"Let's go together." Daenerys took his hand and persuaded, "With so many people taking care of Margaery's side, it's going to be fine." ”

Samwell also felt that he was a little too nervous, so he nodded in agreement.

The two went to the dining room together, and the servants brought breakfast.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Gavin walked in quickly, followed by Lucas Dane.

"Your Majesty, a great victory! What a victory! Our fleet met the fleet of Qingting Island in the Sea of Dorn, and after a fierce battle, we won a great victory! ”

Samwell stood up abruptly, laughed, and beckoned to the two of them:

"Haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Sit down and speak slowly. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Lucas sat down at the long table and began to report on the Battle of the Sea of Dorne.

According to post-war statistics, a total of 28 large warships of the Qingting Island fleet were sunk, 17 were damaged, 56 small warships were sunk, and more than 3,800 officers and men of the Qingting Island Navy were captured, including the commander Horace Redwin.

The Stormlands naval ships also had their own damage, but all of them were repairable. More than 200 sailors were killed.

"Well done!" Samwell was in a good mood and said, "Sir Lucas Dayne, you have performed well in this battle, and I officially appoint you as my commander-in-chief of the navy, the Earl of Qingting Island. ”

Sir Lucas immediately rose and left the table, kneeling down in thanks.

He knew very well that although Qingting Island was still in the hands of the Redwin family, Samwell's canonization this time was a promise, and after conquering Qingting Island in the future, it would be his territory.

And this is clearly not a blank check.

After this battle, the strength of the fleet of Qingting Island was greatly damaged, and the Redwin family could not escape the order of destruction, and Qingting Island would fall into the hands of Caesar sooner or later.

"Lucas, it's time for you to find yourself an heir. Otherwise, it would be a trouble for no one to inherit such a good piece of territory. Samwell teased with a relaxed expression.

Lucas sat down again, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, you are right, but I can't have children at my age. Maybe I'll go back to the Dane family and adopt one. ”

"Okay, if you need help from Natalie, feel free to let me know." Samwell wanted to persuade Lucas to have one of his own, but he thought that the other party had vowed not to marry a wife, so he gave up.

Later, the two chatted about the future development of the Stormland Navy and their plans to enter the Blackwater River in the future.

Samwell kept talking, as if trying to distract himself.

Seeing that the time passed little by little, it soon came to noon, and there was still no news from the delivery room.

Samwell became agitated again.

Outside the delivery room, he was about to go in and have a look, but suddenly turned around.

A shadow covered the sky, and the sound of leather wings agitating rang out.

Samwell stopped and smiled at the white dragon who landed in the courtyard:

"Cleopatra, why don't you join in the fun?"

The white dragon's massive body filled almost the entire courtyard, its slender snake-like neck swaying in the air, its mouth wide open, and let out a sharp roar.

Roar –

The scorching currents filled with the smell of sulfur scared the surrounding guards and maids away.

"Sam, it doesn't seem to be comfortable." Daenerys said.

Samwell also sensed that something was wrong with the white dragon and took a few steps forward.

Cleopatra also lowered her head and used her head to smack Samwell's hand.

Feeling the temperature of the scaling rough scales in the palm of his hand, Samwell reassured:

"What's wrong? Are you worried about Margaery too? ”

The white dragon opened its huge mouth, spewed out a few sparks, and kicked out with its thick hind legs, knocking down the courtyard wall.

Samwell seemed to realize something and walked behind the white dragon.

Cleopatra lifted her ass in agreement, and Samwell noticed that there was an extra red round stone under the white dragon, and the surface of the stone was densely covered with scales, emitting bursts of mist.

Samwell laughed:

"So you gave birth too!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward to pick up the dragon egg.

The moment the hot dragon egg touched the skin, it made a soft clattering sound, fortunately Samwell has the talent of [Non-Burner], otherwise he would have been burned.

At the same time, the door of the delivery room opened, and a maid rushed out with excitement on her face, and shouted:

"Your Majesty! Queen Margaery is born! It's a boy! ”

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Everyone congratulated.

Samwell laughed again, shoved the dragon egg to Daenerys, and walked a few briskly steps into the delivery room.

He went straight to Margaery's window, took her hand, kissed her sweaty forehead, and said:

"Good work."

Margaery smiled weakly and pointed to the side:

"Let's go see our kids."

Samwell then let go of his wife's hand, turned around, and took the child from the midwife's hand.

It was so light and soft that it didn't feel any weight at all, but it made Samwell's arms tense as if he were holding the heaviest thing in the world.

Newborn children are actually not good-looking, their skin is wrinkled together, and they are still crying non-stop.

However, the cry is powerful and sounds healthy.

Samwell's heart suddenly swelled with emotion, and he reached out and beckoned Daenerys, saying:

"Bring the dragon eggs."

Daenerys took a few steps closer, and seemed to understand what her husband meant, so she reminded in a whisper:

"Sam, the eggs are hot."

Samwell still took the dragon egg from her hand and gently placed it in his son's arms.

The little guy who was crying and wailing just now suddenly became quiet.

Gavin Mander understood and immediately said loudly:

"Your Majesty, he is a true dragon bloodline!"

A series of congratulatory voices rang out again.

Margaery struggled to sit up and asked:

"Sam, have you figured out his name?"

"I've figured it out." Samwell solemnly declared,

"He's my eldest son, my first heir, and he's called—

Octavian. ”

(End of chapter)