The bright sunlight is soft and warm, bringing a touch of warmth to King's Landing as we enter the winter season.

As soon as the day dawned, the square in front of the Basil Chapel was decorated with various ribbons, and the double-headed eagle flag on a blue background was waving in the wind.

The soldiers of the capital garrison surrounded the Visennian hills, blocking the entrance and exit roads, and prohibiting carriages and pedestrians from passing.

Still, the streets were crowded with King's Landing, with joyful smiles on their faces, tiptoeing in the direction of the Red Keep in anticipation of the King's carriage.

At this time, Samwell held his son in his arms and teased him, while watching his two queens change their clothes with the help of the maids.

The red dragon "Bright Sun" fluttered its wings and flew around.

Daenerys originally wanted to use the name of the Valyrian gods in accordance with the Targaryen tradition, but Samwell vetoed it.

He had never had a good impression of the gods, so he gave him the name "Shining Sun".

First, because the little dragon has a bright red scale armor, and it was born in the cold of winter, Samwell hopes that it can become the shining sun in winter, dispel the cold and the long night.

So the name was decided.

"The people of King's Landing are enthusiastic about today's ceremony." Margaery was the first to change her clothes and went to the window to look out.

"The influence of the Seven Gods Faith among the people should not be underestimated." Daenerys said. Her belly was already bloated, and the maids were the slowest because they were careful to help her change her clothes.

Margaery also stepped forward to help, tying a sparkling pearl necklace around Daenerys' neck:

"I heard that dozens of knights have already taken the initiative to apply to join the Holy Sword Knights, and the number of the Star Warrior Order has skyrocketed to nearly a thousand overnight."

"So fast!" Daenerys' eyes widened, "Sam only announced yesterday that he would allow the church to rebuild the Order's armament. ”

"yes." Margaery looked back at her husband and saw that he was still nonchalant, and couldn't help but remind, "Sam, aren't you worried at all? ”

Samwell smiled and said:

"Why worry? Now that winter has arrived, and the terrible evil forces have revived in the North, we need the warriors of the Order, don't we? ”

"But...... Nor can we forget the lesson of King Megar. Daenerys reminded.

"I understand." Samwell got up and stepped forward to imprint a kiss on each of his wives' faces, "Okay?" Okay, let's go. ”

When Margaery saw this, she knew that her husband had a plan, and she said no more.

Daenerys took Samwell's arm and whispered in his ear:

"Even if we need the influence of the Church to resist the threat from the north, we can't let the Order's armed forces expand unbridled, Sam, why don't you order a limit on the number of armed members of the Order."

"No, you don't." Samwell walked out with the two queens, "It's a military force independent of the aristocracy, and it's not all bad for me. As for the hemp finch, hehe, he can't control this power. ”

Daenerys glanced at her husband thoughtfully, as if she understood something.

Margaery suddenly said:

"I heard that even one of His Majesty's earliest knights, Chiman Huya, has joined the Knights of the Holy Sword."

Samwell laughed:

"I didn't see that guy was so religious."

While talking and laughing, the three of them walked out of the Mei Ge Building.

Samwell first helped the two queens to climb the chariot, and then climbed up himself.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the King's carriage, surrounded by the Kingsguards, finally drove slowly out from under the bronze gates of the Red Keep and headed for the Visennian hills.

The crowd cheered like waves, pouring from the Red Keep to the Basilica and throughout King's Landing.

"I wonder if this was the case three hundred years ago, when the conqueror Aegon and his two queens were in the same situation." Daenerys took Caesar's left arm and waved to the crowd in a wistful tone.

"Three hundred years ago, King's Landing was just a small fishing village." Samwell laughed.

When he looked up, he saw three dragons hovering in the sky, one white, one black, one green, casting shadows that completely enveloped the convoy.

The cheers of the crowd were even louder.

Margaery glanced at the red dragon in her son's arms, and it seemed that it also wanted to join the companions, but unfortunately it was too small to fly so high, and could only hiss childishly at the sky.

"Where's Viserion?" She suddenly thought of the golden dragon that had been rescued from Euron's hands, "Isn't it healing?" ”

"Not yet." Daenerys said with some sorrow, "Although the wound has healed, it is still so weak that it can't even fly. Several of them went to see it, but they couldn't figure out what the reason was. ”

"I believe it will be healed." Margaery comforted.

The procession slowly walked through the streets and climbed up the Visennian hills, the dome of the Great Basilica of Baylor glistening in the sun.

The frame stops in front of the marble steps of the sanctuary.

Seven white knights, armed with guard spears, escorted the king and queen as they walked up the golden cashmere carpet.

In the prayer hall, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms had been waiting for a long time, and they all turned their heads and saluted the king and his wife who walked in.

The air was filled with a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Statues of the Father, the Virgin, the warriors, the blacksmiths, the old woman, the maiden, the stranger, and the statues of the seven gods towered in the hall, as if they were also witnessing the arrival of a new king.

Sunlight shines through the crystal skylight at the top, creating a pure pillar of light into the hall. Just enough to envelop the king and archbishop in the center of the hall.

Samwell's body was gilded with a faint golden halo of sunlight, and at this moment, he seemed to have truly become the embodiment of a god.

The archbishop was still dressed in simple linen clothes, without any crown on his head, and his appearance was almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary old peasant.

But in the eyes of fanatics, his dress is more sacred than wearing gold and silver.

"Samwell Caesar," the archbishop spoke, his loud voice echoing through the hall, "under the divine gaze of the seven gods, I will bless you with the seven holy oils. ”

As he spoke, he put his finger into a glass bottle, dipped it in the oil, and applied it to Samwell's forehead, and said:

"May Heavenly Father grant you integrity!"

The archbishop reached out and dipped the oil in a second glass jar and applied it again:

"May Our Lady grant you mercy!"

And then the third:

"May the warriors give you courage!"

"May the blacksmith give you strength!"

"May the old woman give you wisdom!"

"May the maiden grant you innocence!"

"May the stranger take away your enemies!"

"In the name of the Seven Gods," said the Archbishop, "I crown you King of the Andals, the Roynars and the First People, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the Guardian of the Land!" ”

Hearing these last words, Samwell suddenly raised his head, his eyes like a sword, and stared at the archbishop in front of him.

(End of chapter)