The crescent moon is in the sky, sharp and thin as a knife.

Dense trees shaded the sun, and crows occasionally sounded in the dim air.

“…… You are the heir of the House of Tully, a descendant of bushhunters, how can you not hunt? ”

Samwell's vision gradually cleared up to see his father, Earl Randolph Tully, shoving a bow into the hands of a fat boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Fear was written on the child's face.

This expression of fear infuriated Count Landau, who rebuked:

"Go! Before dark, if you don't find anything, you want to eat. ”

Samwell looked at his young self with a sad face and turned around and walked into the forest.

The dappled sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, and the other figure of himself melted away like the morning mist.

Is this the vision of the green? Samwell thought.

I went back to seven years ago, and I haven't crossed over yet?

"Father......," Samwell tried to shout.

But his voice melted into the soft groaning of leaves, dissipating in the wind.

Count Randolph Tully seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head, staring at a huge fishbeam tree in the forest for a long time.

But soon, his figure also melted away like smoke.

Green flooded up and flooded Samwell's vision.

Then the sound of fighting sounded, and the scene reappeared as a scene of a combat team.

On one side is a knight in steel armor, and on the other side is a wild man in animal fur, blood splattered and flesh flying, and the image changes rapidly, and the image of the battle melts like ice and snow, replaced by a scene of sacrifice.

Hundreds of savages knelt in front of the fishbeams, muttering words and praying to the gods to give them the power of vengeance.

Then the scene changed again, and a small, swarthy savage girl stood on tiptoe and kissed a tall, strong Andal knight.

The images are constantly changing, and the trees are shrinking, even turning into saplings until they disappear into the dirt.

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes to autumn.

Samwell found that this so-called "green vision" seemed to be the vision of the fish beams.

It is no wonder that the ancestors carved human faces on the fish beams and wood, they are not only a tree, but also a window and a pair of eyes.

The "three-eyed crow" has a thousand and one eyes, and these eyes are probably not intelligence officers like the "little birds" of the "eight-clawed spider", but a thousand and one fish beams.

Samwell's vision was fixed on a fishbeam tree in the forest near Hornland, but there was no information he wanted to see. But he didn't know how to change his perspective, and he didn't know how to "attach" himself to other fish beams.

In desperation, he had no choice but to withdraw his mental power.

The green smoke poured up and quickly subsided.

When he opened his eyes again, Samwell was back in the halls of Eagle's Nest.

Just now, he secretly learned the "Green Vision" by imitating Bran Stark's mental fluctuations, but now it seems that he has only learned part of it.

Samwell didn't dwell on that, getting up and going back to his room.

After resting for the night, early the next morning, he rode the white dragon with Bran and continued south.

When they finally arrived, the sky was pitch black, and the stars had come out.

The white dragon flew over the city, causing a commotion.

"Your Majesty is back!"

"The Son of the Seven Gods is back!"

The sound of cheers followed the path of the white dragon's flight through the city, like a series of ripples on the surface of the lake.

When Samwell landed inside the Red Keep, the captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, was already waiting there.

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

Samwell pointed to Bran and Addo behind him, and commanded:

"This is Bran of House Stark, and the servant Addo, and you arranged for them to stay at the Red Keep."

"Yes."

Samwell then strode towards Meggor and asked:

"Daenerys and ...... Are the little princesses all right? ”

"Her Majesty the Queen is well, and the little princess is healthy."

"That's good." Samwell quickened his pace and walked towards Daenerys' room.

The closer he got, the more excited Samwell became.

Knock Knock –

He knocked lightly on the door, but received no response.

Sir Barristan whispered a reminder from the sidelines:

"Your Majesty, the queen and the little princess have been sleeping early in the last few days."

Samwell was a little disappointed, but nodded anyway and decided to come back to see his daughter tomorrow.

Just as he turned around, the door suddenly opened.

"Sam! You're back! ”

A warm, soft body pounced, and Samwell hurriedly hugged her, and quickly found the location of her red lips and gave her a kiss.

"Sorry for missing my daughter's birth."

"It's okay." Daenerys smiled, "You are the King of the Seven Kingdoms, and you have more important things to do. By the way, how is the situation at the Great Wall of Desperation? Are the strangers really coming? ”

"The strange ghost is coming. But the Great Wall is in good condition, the wildlings have already entered, and the strange spirits seem to be afraid of something in the Great Wall and do not dare to attack. Let's go in and say, it's cold outside. ”

Samwell then noticed that Daenerys was wearing only a silver silk pajamas, and hurriedly carried her into the room.

Inside, the fireplace burns, and the heat dissipates the chill of winter.

The scent of amber and flowers fills the air with serenity.

"Where's the little one?"

"I'm asleep in the room."

Daenerys, with her snow-white slender feet, stepped on the woolen carpet, took her husband's hand, and walked to the nursery in the room.

Samwell subconsciously held his breath, and even his heartbeat slowed, for fear of waking the little princess from her sleep.

She has the same black hair as Samwell, her eyelashes are densely curved, her eyes are closed, she sleeps soundly, and her round little face is so cute that people can't help but want to pinch it.

"She's so good-looking." Samwell couldn't help but say.

"Is it better looking than me?" Daenerys asked softly as she hugged her husband from behind with both hands, her delicate chin resting on his shoulder.

"Just as good-looking."

As if dissatisfied with her husband's answer, Daenerys snorted softly, turned him over to face her, and said coquettishly:

"See again?"

Samwell grinned silently:

"Or you're better-looking."

Daenerys then gave a kiss with satisfaction.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Samwell gently pushed his wife away: "You're not feeling well now, aren't you?" ”

"I think it's okay." Daenerys put her arms around her husband's neck, "Carry me to bed, Sam." ”

Samwell picked her up by the waist:

"Then don't scream."

Daenerys bit her red lip and said with a coquettish smile:

"Then let's go next door."

……

The next morning, just after dawn, Daenerys awoke from a sweet sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was the only one left in the feather bed.

She hugged the soft goose down quilt and stretched lazily, her face rippling with a happy flush, as if she was reminiscing about the passionate indulgence after reuniting with her lover after a long absence last night.

But soon, Daenerys got out of bed and went to the next room.

Sure enough, Samwell was half-kneeling in front of the baby bassinet, motionless.

Daenerys looked at the man's heavy back, and her heart swelled up with warmth and sweetness again.

She walked over with a light step, knelt beside her husband, and asked in a low voice:

"She's not awake yet, is she?"

"Not yet." Samwell tilted his head and kissed his wife's hair, "After all, I woke up twice last night." ”

Daenerys rested her head on her husband's shoulder and said:

"You haven't named her yet."

Samwell thought for a moment and said:

"You'd better pick it up."

"Really?" Daenerys gave her husband a suspicious look.

"Hmm."

When his first son was born, Samwell named him Octavian, in fact, he was determined to make him his heir.

However, people in this world obviously fail to understand the meaning of the name, and find it too strange.

Margaery had also privately asked Samwell if Octavian was the name of any of the Tully ancestors.

With such a lesson, and he didn't ask too much for his daughter, he just hoped that she could grow up healthy and happy, so this time Samwell simply gave up the naming rights to his wife.

Daenerys thought for a moment, then said:

"Let's call Rhaenys."

Rhaenys is a fairly common female name in the Targaryens.

Rhaegar Targaryen's daughter, Daenerys's niece, took this name, but unfortunately died in the War of the Reelers.

The most famous of Rhaenys Targaryens is, of course, the sister and queen of Aegon the Conqueror.

However, there is another Rhaenys in the House of Targaryen who is also quite famous, that is, the eldest daughter of Jaehaerys I's eldest son, Emon, also known as the "Uncrowned Queen", who almost became the first woman to sit on the Iron Throne.

Samwell didn't know which Rhaenys Daenerys was trying to honor her daughter after her, but he didn't ask.

"Rhaenys is a good name." He smiled and nodded, agreeing to the name.

The little princess in the cradle seemed to hear her name, rolled over, and woke up.

Then loud cries echoed through the room.

Daenerys hurriedly picked up her daughter, shook her gently, and breastfed her.

Samwell tries to help, but is kicked out by his wife.

"You should go and meet Margaery and Octavian." "And Sarah, whose fiancé has been missing for so many days," she said. ”

Samwell had to say goodbye to his wife and daughter for a while, wash up and go to Margaery's bedchamber.

She had just gotten up and was sitting at the dresser, her brown curls were pulled into a loose and casual style, and the silver mirror reflected her delicate makeup, and the moment she saw her husband come in, Margaery immediately turned around and smiled happily:

"Sam, you're back."

"Well, I came back yesterday and went to see Dany and Rhaenys." Samwell stepped forward and kissed his wife.

"Rhaenys? Is this the name of the little princess? Pretty good. ”

"What about Octavian?"

"Inside."

Samwell walked through the antechamber to the bedroom, where his son staggered after the red dragon by the bed.

At the sight of his father, Octavian was stunned for a moment, then giggled and ran awkwardly.

Samwell took a few steps forward, picked up his son, and said with a smile:

"It's all gone!"

Margaery also walked in: "Yes, at first, I was crawling to chase Yaoyang, and then I don't know when I suddenly ran on both legs." You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? ”

"Nope."

"I'll let them prepare."

"Okay."

Seeing that the little master was no longer chasing him, the red dragon also flapped his wings and flew over, circled Samwell, and finally stopped on his shoulder, and teased Octavian with his slender neck.

If he could, Samwell would be willing to stay in such a warm and simple scene forever, but alas, he still had seven kingdoms to rule.

"How did you investigate the theft of the dragon egg?"

He walked over to the table, where the servants had already laid out the sumptuous food.

Margaery took her son from her husband's arms, gave it to the wet nurse, and said:

"It didn't go well. We searched the whole city, but we couldn't find any trace of the dragon egg, and the son of the Sea King, Bruce Antarion, seemed to have evaporated from the world. ”

"Gavin didn't find Bruce either?"

"Nope." Margaery brought her husband a glass of milk, "but Gavin found a few passers-by who were passing by Rhaenys' Hills at the time, and according to their accounts, they had indeed seen Bruce emerge from the ruins of the Dragon's Lair. ”

Margaret paused, then said in an emphatic tone, "Alone." ”

Samwell nodded thoughtfully:

"In the case of King's Landing, I still can't find this person, it seems that this Bruce has some skills."

Margaret said:

"Gavin suspects that this Bruce Antarion is a faceless person in disguise. Only in this way can he change his face at will and evade the soldiers. ”

Hearing this, Samwell shook his head firmly:

"Bruce Antarion is not a faceless."

Seeing Margaery's puzzled gaze, he explained again:

"Faceless people use witchcraft to change their faces, and if Bruce is a faceless, I would know when we first meet."

Margaery nodded, but then showed an even more puzzled expression:

"So how did he evade our hunt? Even Gavin's hundreds of little birds couldn't find him. ”

Samwell didn't speak, and with a blank face, he cut off a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth to chew.

After a moment, he spoke again, and said:

"It looks like it was a well-planned operation."

Margaery bit her red lip and asked:

"The question is, who planned it? Could it be Aquaman? But what good is it to him to offend us? ”

Samwell took a sip of milk and said:

"Maybe I'll find out when I get to Braavos."

"You're leaving again?" Margaery grimaced.

Samwell took his wife's hand, sighed, and said:

"I'm sorry. I can't rest yet......"

"I understand." Margaery quickly collected her mood and smiled again, "You're going to save the world." ”

Samwell shrugged: "If I could, I would actually prefer to take you to a small island where no one can live in peace." ”

Margaery covered her mouth and smiled:

"How's that going to work? There must be a king on the Iron Throne. ”

(End of chapter)