Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 106 Family Crest

   "This is the coat of arms of the Caesar family."

  Margaery took a piece of parchment from Samwell and looked at it carefully.

On a sky-blue background, a lifelike two-headed falcon is painted. The whole body of the eagle is gray-brown, only the tail is pure white. Behind the two-headed eagle, a long sword with burning flames and a sword are crossed. A warhammer entwined with lightning.

   "A beautiful coat of arms!" Margaery commented, and then asked, "What about the ethnic language?"

  Samwell shrugged: "I haven't figured out the language yet."

  In fact, Samwell had thought about it a long time ago. Now that the name of Caesar is used, the coat of arms and clan language are actually ready to come out.

   There is nothing wrong with the coat of arms, just a little modification on the basis of the Roman eagle, but the famous saying of Caesar that has been passed down through the ages—

"I come, I see, I conquer."

  Samwell is really not qualified to use it now.

  He didn’t want to replace it with other proverbs, so he could only leave it blank temporarily, waiting for the future…

   "Okay, don't worry, you can think about it slowly. After all, this is the motto left to the descendants of the Caesar family, and it needs some thought."

  Margaery put away the parchment and smiled sweetly at Samwell.

At this moment, the daughter of the Duke is standing at the bow of the boat. The warm sea breeze blows her blue tunic dress, outlining her perfect and voluptuous body curves. Her soft long brown hair is blown behind her head, revealing a swan Elegant and slender fair neck.

   Seems to have noticed Samwell's gaze, and a trace of charm appeared on Margaret's impeccable facial features:

   "Does it look good?"

   "Good looking." Samwell was very honest.

  Margaery rolled her cute eyes: "Then you can't stare at the lady like this, it's very rude."

   "Then I'd rather be rude a few more times."

   Margaret couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, she raised her slender willow eyebrows, but still gave the bold knight beside her a glare.

  Unfortunately, there is no lethality.

  Margaret helped the shoulder straps that had slipped, and asked, "Sam, have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?"

   "Hmm...I haven't thought about it."

   "Why didn't you think about it?" Margaret obviously didn't believe it.

   "I have no ambitions."

  Margaery rolled her eyes again: "Can a person with no ambition establish a territory in Yingzui Island, and defeat the Dane family, and even the coalition forces of the western lords of Dorne?"

   "I just have no ambitions, and I'm not weak to be bullied." Samwell shrugged and asked, "How about you, Miss Margery?"

   "I, actually, I don't know..." Margaret leaned over the side of the boat, looking at the waves jumping below.

"I know."

   "You know?" Margaery looked sideways at Samwell, with disbelief written all over her face.

  Samwell grinned: "I guess you want to be queen."

  The expression on Margery's face froze, before she could figure out how to respond, Samwell said again:

   "This is probably the biggest dream of every noble lady."

   "Ha! You are right." Margaery stroked her hair, trying to hide the strangeness on her face, "But Prince Joffrey is not yet of age."

"Soon, soon." The smile on Samwell's face became brighter, "I heard that His Royal Highness Joffrey loves the people like a son, and everyone in King's Landing is praising his kindness and wisdom. If you can marry him, Will definitely be happy."

   "Really?" Margaery turned to look at the knight beside her, "Why haven't I heard such a rumor?"

   "It is true. I heard the bard say that this Prince Joffrey is like Prince Aerion, and must be a great king in the future."

  Margaery froze for a moment: "You mean 'Bright Flame' Aerion Targaryen?"

"right."

  Margaery's face suddenly became very strange: "That is a lunatic who thought he was a dragon, and then drank wildfire and died..."

   "Really? Maybe I remembered wrongly, it should be Prince Maegor."

   "Maegor 'Cruel'?"

   "Is that so? That might be Prince Reg."

   "That's an idiot who choked himself to death while eating lamprey pie." Margaery finally understood that the man in front of her was teasing her, and snorted softly, "Samwell Caesar, what are you implying?"

  Samwell spread his hands, his face innocent: "I'm just repeating what the bard said. Hey, it's a pity that I don't have a good memory, and I always remember the names of people wrong."

   "History is not good either." Margaery added, and then giggled herself.

   "My father has always been a headache for my education, otherwise why do you think he drove me out of the house?"

   "I thought it was because you ate too many goldentail shrimps." Margery laughed while laughing, but Samwell took the opportunity to see a lot of spring scenery.

  …

  Happy time is always short, and the ship soon arrived at the pier of Starfall City.

  Margaery also tidied her clothes, put away her smiling face, and turned into a dignified and elegant noble lady again.

  She pointed to the Royal Fleet docked in the pier and said:

   "Look, Duke Jon has arrived."

  Samwell nodded, full of expectations for the top powerful figure of the Baratheon dynasty:

   "Let's go, let's meet the Prime Minister."

  The two of them entered the castle all the way. They wanted to meet Jon Arryn, but they were told that the Prime Minister had just arrived today and had already rested due to the exhaustion of traveling all the way.

  Samwell had no choice but to let it go. After bidding farewell to Margaery and Garland, he was preparing to meet Earl Landau.

   As a result, I met Natalie on the way.

   "Sam!" The little girl ran over excitedly, "You are finally back! Any news about my mother?"

  Samwell shook his head: "Sorry, Natalie, your mother is not in Yingzui Island."

  Seeing that the little girl's eyes dimmed, he quickly added: "But I have already told Gavin that if I see your mother, I must pass on your words."

   "Yeah." Natalie became happy again, walking side by side with Samwell, while chirping about the situation of Starfall City in the past few days.

  When she heard her talk about how everyone greeted Duke Jon at the pier, Samwell immediately noticed the conflict between Prince Oberyn and Duke Jon.

   Actually, this is also expected.

When the War of the Reavers just ended, Prince Oberyn was ready to raise troops to support the former prince Viserys Targaryen to avenge the tragic death of his sister, nephew and niece. Fortunately, Duke Jon came to Dorne in person Reaching a peace agreement with Prince Doran made this operation come to an end.

  But Prince Oberyn has never forgotten his hatred, and has been trying to complete revenge in various ways.

  As for Duke Jon who stopped him more than ten years ago, Prince Oberyn will naturally not have a good face.

   "Sam, I got a title recently!"

   "What title?"

  The little girl straightened her chest and said proudly:

   "Generous Natalie!"

   "Not bad title, what good deeds have you done recently?"

   "No." The little girl also became puzzled, "I have been familiar with various affairs in the castle these days, alas, being a lord is so annoying."

   "Then how could..." Samwell suddenly understood.

  The so-called generosity probably refers to the generosity to the enemy...

   This is ironic that the little girl is about to give away all the family property of the Dane family.

   "Sam, do you think I'm going to give some oatmeal to the poor sometime?"

   "Well, it should." Samwell held back a smile, hesitating whether to tell her the truth.

   "Okay, then I'll go tomorrow!" Natalie happily made a decision.

   Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

  Samwell feels that smart people always have too many troubles.

   And like Natalie, what a joy.

  (end of this chapter)