When night falls, the castle is lit up with a fire.

In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, Daenerys Targaryen, wearing a short nightdress, sat at the dresser and took off the jewelry in her hair.

Under the soft candlelight, the white skin shimmers with a crystal luster, and the beautiful body that makes the blood rush changes with the ups and downs of light and shadow, full of indescribable charm.

The slightly bulging lower abdomen also added a lot of maternal brilliance to her.

Hearing the door opened, Daenerys turned around and saw Samwell enter.

"Sam!" She threw herself into the man's arms, "You're back from Dorne!" ”

The fluttering hair brushed the tip of Samwell's nose, and the familiar fragrant smell penetrated into his heart, so that he couldn't help but gently rub his wife's smooth and soft waist, and the originally prepared question turned into a gentle reminder on his lips:

"Your belly is so big, don't ride a dragon anymore. And I heard from them, you also flew over the enemy camp? ”

Daenerys grinned:

"I'm flying so high that the enemy's bows and arrows and crossbows can't hit us. Even I suspect that they did not notice a dragon flying overhead. ”

"That's not going to work either." Samwell deliberately kept a straight face, "Riding a dragon is still a bit dangerous, you have to think about the child in your belly." ”

"Alright, alright." Daenerys didn't insist, "Then I won't ride a dragon from today until the child is born." ”

"That's right." Samwell smiled again and leaned down to kiss her on the lips.

Daenerys responded enthusiastically.

The temperature of her lover made her feel weak.

Daenerys raised her head, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were already charming: "I'm about to take a shower, do you want to be together?" ”

Samwell coughed lightly, "I just washed it, on Margaery's." ”

Daenerys laughed: "Wash with me again, it's really just a bath." ”

Samwell had no choice but to strip her naked again and carry her into the bathroom.

The water temperature is very hot, but fortunately, both of them have the talent of non-burners, so they don't care about it.

"I flew over King's Landing today." Daenerys lay in the man's arms, exhaling in his ear.

"Fly that far?" Samwell helped her tie her long silver hair up, "How's it going?" What do you think of that city? ”

"It's not what I thought it would be." Daenerys flashed with a look of remembrance, "As a child in Braavos, on the other side of the Narrow Sea, my brother Viserys often told me stories of the Seven Kingdoms, and he once vowed to take me back to King's Landing, the city founded by our ancestors of House Targaryens.

It's a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to set foot in Westeros again and see that city with his own eyes. ”

Samwell gently kissed his wife's tightly knit brow and said:

"I always thought you didn't like Viserys."

"I really don't like it. He beat me, scolded me, and sold me to the Dothraki for an army. Daenerys sighed, her face becoming a little complicated, "But no matter what, he's my brother after all." And he's also a pitiful victim.

The long-term escape, the pressure of survival, and the contempt and ridicule of everyone drove him crazy. ”

"But it didn't drive you crazy." Samwell said, "You're stronger than him. ”

Daenerys pursed her lips and smiled, "Actually, I'm going crazy too." Until I found myself able to draw strength from dragon eggs. ”

"Draw power from dragon eggs?"

"yes." Daenerys said, "After I was arranged to marry Drogo Kao, I followed the Dothraki to their holy place, Vis Dothraki, and I fell asleep crying every night after days of riding a horseback that left my hips scarred and bleeding profusely, and my hands were blistered by the reins, and the muscles in my back were so sore that I could barely straighten my back, and I cried to sleep every night......

At that time, I even thought about suicide, but one night, I fell asleep with a dragon egg in my arms and had a dream about dragons. ”

"About dragons' dreams?"

"Yes. I dreamed of a dragon whose scales were as black as the night and stained with blood. That's my blood. Its eyes are two pools of lava fire, flames erupting from its mouth.

I was not scared at all, I opened my arms and embraced the flames, allowing them to consume themselves completely. At that moment, I felt like I was burning and my blood was boiling, but there was no pain, but I felt extremely strong and reborn.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself holding a black dragon egg, the one that had hatched into Zhuo Geng.

It gave me the strength to keep going. ”

Listening to Daenerys's story, Samwell thought of his son Octavian's red dragon egg.

He didn't know if the little guy had been holding the dragon egg and wouldn't let go, was it because he could draw strength from the dragon egg?

There is also the problem of hatching, and Samwell actually doesn't know how to help his son.

In his opinion, Octavian's dragon egg hatching conditions should not be as demanding as he and Daenerys.

After all, the people of the Targaryen family put dragon eggs in the cradle of the family's newborns, and they will hatch naturally, and naturally accept the children who accompany them day and night as dragon knights.

As for the reason why it was so difficult for him and Daenerys to hatch dragons, it was because dragons had been extinct for hundreds of years, and dragon eggs had turned to stone.

They didn't hatch the dragon normally, but resurrected it from the stone, so they needed strict conditions-

Red Comet, Fire Sacrifice, and King's Blood.

Octavian's dragon egg should be alive, and it is estimated that it will hatch normally when the time comes.

"What are you thinking? Sam? Daenerys asked with some dissatisfaction when she saw the man's distraction.

"Thinking about the dragon." Samwell gave her a soothing kiss, "There are so many unknown mysteries about them. ”

"yes. They are the most amazing creatures in the world. Daenerys suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Sam, I heard that you met the Golden Order in Dorne, and that one of them was a Targaryen who claimed to be the son of Rhaegar. ”

"It's just an imposter pushed by a bunch of careerists." Samwell said lightly.

"Oh, that's right." Daenerys didn't suspect it, "I was still wondering if Rhaega hadn't died in King's Landing a long time ago." By the way, Sam, I've been dreaming about Viserion lately. ”

Viserion was the golden dragon that was stolen by Euron.

"How did you dream about it?"

"I dreamed that it was wrapped in black shadows, covered in bloody scars, and that there were two people whose faces could not be seen clearly, and it seemed that a man and a woman were standing in front of it, and the air reverberated with a terrifying spell that made people shudder......"

Samwell felt his wife's body trembling, and hurriedly hugged her tightly, comforting her:

"I have sent Sir Lucas to lead the Stormlands fleet to the Mandeb River, and he will surely defeat Euron and bring him back to Viseryon."

"Hmm." Daenerys looked up and asked for the man's kiss again

The two went on a skin-to-skin blind date, but after all, they couldn't hold back their desire for each other.

The bath water suddenly became surging, overflowing, and everywhere.

(End of chapter)