The afterglow of the setting sun casts a colorful patch between the mountains and the forest, and the autumn breeze gently swayes the branches and leaves of the plane trees as far as the eye can see, like golden waves.

Samwell returns from the hunt and enters the manor in the afterglow of the setting sun and the golden leaves.

Gavin Mander and his servants stepped forward to greet them, and at the same time reported the nobles who had arrived today. Samwell took the wet towel from the maid to wipe his face, and after listening to Gavin's report, asked, "It seems that the nobles of the Stormlands and Riverlands are basically here?"

"Yes, it's all there. Even the island of Qingting sent Sir Desmond Redwing to celebrate." "Desmond?" Samwell pondered for a moment, "He's the cousin of Earl Pixter, right?"

"Yes, and he is married to Danice Hightower, the daughter of Lord Leighton, Earl of Old Town, and they have come together this time, and are now visiting Queen Margaery, do you want to meet her?"

"Nope." Samwell waved his hand, "Just let Margaery talk to them first." "Yes."

Sam Weir strode towards Daenerys' room with a bear paw in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife in a wide dress with the help of a maid.

The long skirt of the palace dress is half-dissolved, revealing a fair and smooth beautiful back.

"Sam, you're back from hunting." Daenerys looked back with a smile, her impeccable facial features and long silver-blonde hair exuding seductive charm.

"Well, I brought you a bear's paw, it's juicy and fragrant, I'll taste it later."

"Okay." Daenerys' amethyst eyes revealed a hint of charm, "I'm about to bathe, do you want to be together."

Samwell, of course, would not refuse, waved his hand to signal the maid to step down, and then took over the work of untying his wife's clothes himself.

Daenerys had just conceived, and her lower abdomen was still smooth and flat, but her chest was bulging.

"How did you talk to those nobles today?" Samwell asked, stripping his wife naked. "It's boring." Daenerys complained, "I should have gone hunting with you if I knew it was so uncomfortable for these nobles to meet."

Samwell laughed:

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? Who have you seen today?"

"Lord Layton of Old Town, who has been smiling, seems to know a lot about me, and says that he sent someone to look for me in Quells, but he just missed it. There is also Lord Luo Wan from Golden Tree City, who has such a loud voice, and Lord Tass from the Twilight Hall, a polite old gentleman, but it's just quite boring······

"Isn't there anyone you can talk to?" Samwell asked. He had already served his wife and motioned for her to help him undress.

"Countess Tanya of the Long Table has a good conversation with me, she is a Mill native, and I went to Mill when I fled with my brother." Daenerys unbuttoned her husband's collar while looking him in the eye with an ambiguous gaze, "You should have a good relationship with her, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

Daenerys pursed her mouth, "Didn't you adopt her son as an adopted son?" Samwell laughed, scratched her upturned nose, and said:

"What adopted son, that's a hostage. When the Marivies family participated in the Deer Rebellion, I killed Earl Orton and supported Lady Tanya to the throne, but I also asked her to send her only son over as an adopted son."

"Oh, that's right." Daenerys was thoughtful. "What is their attitude towards you, the daughter of the Mad King?"

"Curiosity and scrutiny, and they're all deliberately avoiding mentioning my father, especially the nobles of the Stormlands." Daenerys snorted softly, "Maybe they're embarrassed themselves."

As they spoke, the two had already taken off their clothes, and Samwell picked up his wife and stepped into the hot tub. Considering that the early stages of pregnancy were not suitable for doing that, Samwell did not use his hands and feet, but just bathed normally. Of course, the body will definitely react normally, so he tries to continue to find topics to divert attention:

"Have you tested their views on Attack King's Landing?"

"Well, I did. Of course, they all expressed their support for us to reclaim King's Landing, agreeing that the Iron Throne belongs to the True Dragon's bloodline. For the most part, though

It seems that everyone feels that it is not appropriate to use force in the near future."

"Why?"

"Because winter is coming. The lords are busy stockpiling food for the winter, so they don't want to fight." Samwell nodded, not surprised.

"I've also talked about the ······ of the strangers." Daenerys said, "But almost no one believes it." "The legend of tens of thousands of years ago, of course, no one will easily believe it."

"And how are you going to convince these lords?"

"Seduce with profit, deter with prestige." Samwell said, "Of course, you can tell them that I saw a strange ghost in a dream. The Targaryen bloodline has the ability to dream dragons, and it should be able to win the trust of many people."

Daenerys nodded, suddenly remembering something, and said, "Speaking of dreams, Sam, I dreamed of Vicelion last night."

"Oh?" Samwell knew that the golden dragon must have fallen into the hands of Euron Greyjoy, "What exactly did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of black waters, black skies, and Viserion was bound in thick chains and roared in pain. Then a huge arrow struck it, and lava-like blood flowed down, igniting the entire sea...

Samwell pondered the meaning of the dream and fell silent for a moment. Daenerys asked worriedly

"Sam, is Viseryon's life in danger?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to let it happen." Samwell patted her on the back, kissed her lips again, and comforted, "After this war mobilization meeting, it will take some time for the lords to gather a large army, and I will take this opportunity to take you to Vicelion."

"Where to find it?"

"The Iron Islands." Samwell's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "The Stormlands fleet has been formed, and it's time to fight the Iron Fleet. As long as we defeat the remnants of the iron fleet, we will no longer have to worry about being harassed by the enemy's sailors when we cross the river north."

"Hmm." Daenerys also relaxed, her stiff body softened and approached her husband's arms. Now, she can feel the changes in the man's body more clearly.

"Do you need me to help you?" Daenerys reached down with a gentle grasp. "This······ It's not good for you." Samwell hesitated.

Daenerys had just gotten pregnant here, and Margaery had just given birth over there, so Samwell had to endure a bit hard during this time.

"I can do it another way." Daenerys said with a grin. As he spoke, he buried his head in the water.