Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 327 Divergence

  When Daenerys changed her clothes again and came out, it was already completely dark.

  She wore a violet silk long dress this time, revealing a smooth and white back, a pearl ribbon around her waist, and long silver-gold hair coiled into a lady's bun, looking dignified and elegant.

  The servants set up the grill in the gazebo and are preparing dinner.

  Samwell was lying on the rocking chair, drinking persimmon wine, and Rego and Viserion hugged and rolled around under his feet.

   "How about this?" Daenerys pulled up her skirt and turned around in front of Samwell.

  Like a little girl waiting for her lover to compliment her.

  Samwell smiled exaggeratedly: "I'm drinking your beauty, and I'm already fascinated."

   "If you are fascinated, it may be due to the wine." Daenerys snorted softly, but still showed a bright smile.

  But the next moment, she became melancholy again:

   "Sam, am I being silly?"

   is a bit naive. "Of course not." Samwell comforted, "You've only just started joining this game of thrones, and you're not yet familiar with the rules."

"Yeah. Before today, I didn't know how to play this game at all. I don't have the strength to join this game." Daenerys walked slowly to Samwell, "You helped me get a A mighty army, and a city. How can I thank you, Sam?"

  Samwell stood up from the rocking chair, and the two faced each other very close.

  Daenerys threw her head back, waiting for his kiss.

  Of course he wouldn't let her down, he wrapped his arms around her waist, let their bodies stick together, lowered his head at the same time, and took hold of those bright red lips.

  Daenerys closed her eyes and put her hand around the man's neck.

  His kiss was hot, with the taste of persimmon wine and pear, and Daenerys was intoxicated.

   After a long time, my lips parted.

  Daenerys blushed, but still gently pushed the man away, saying:

   "Hungry, let's eat something."

   "Okay." Samwell took a roast leg of lamb from the servant, cut off a few pieces with a dagger and put them on Daenerys' plate.

  She thanked her, then asked while eating:

   "Sam, now that we have conquered Astapor, shouldn't it be time to go to Yunkai? And Meereen. The slaves in those two cities are still waiting for us to free them."

   "I don't think marching into Yunkai and Meereen is a good idea."

   Daenerys froze for a moment before asking:

"Why?"

   Samwell explained:

   "Because our real goal is Westeros, not Slave Bay. In fact, the capture of Astapor was just to obtain the Unsullied Legion. Now that the goal is achieved, it is time to leave decisively."

   "But what about the slaves of Yunkai and Meereen?" Daenerys frowned.

  Samwell sighed: "We can't help them now."

   "I can help!" Daenerys insisted. "With the Unsullied and the dragons, we can take Yunkai and Meereen and free the slaves there."

"That's right. It's not difficult to capture Yunkai and Meereen, but what happens after the capture? The three cities in Slaver's Bay depend on the slave trade for a living. You banned the slave trade. How will the people in the city live? Astapor There is a river of worms, and fields to grow. Even so, it is foreseeable that their future will be more difficult, and Yunkai and Meereen will only be worse."

   "But they are free."

"Freedom can't fill your stomach." Samwell said, "And do you know that Slaver's Bay has this name because it is the center of the slave trade in the continent of Essos. Dothraki, Qarth, Va Lantis, Guzai... Most of the world relies on the slave trade here to maintain its operation.

   This also means that if we destroy the slave trade here, most of the world will be against us.

   Can the Legion of the Unsullied and the four dragons help us fight against so many enemies? "

  Daenerys frowned even tighter. She pondered for a while, but she still shook her head and said:

   "No, we not only have the Unsullied, but also the support of countless slaves in Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen. As long as we can liberate them, they can become our strong backing!"

"You overestimated those slaves, and you overestimated yourself." Samwell's tone became more serious, "After all, we are outsiders, even if you put on a toca robe, it can't change this. The abolition of slavery will inevitably cause turmoil , the old aristocrats can easily incite the people to oppose us by deceiving, assassinating, framing and other means.

  We don’t have the ability to transform Slave’s Bay now, if we try to do it by force, we will only make ourselves into a quagmire where everyone is enemy. "

   "Sam, what about your courage and wisdom? Does that hold you back?" Daenerys said.

  Samwell looked at the stubborn woman in front of him, and suddenly laughed:

"Dani, you really don't understand the rules of this power game. You have a compassionate heart, but you don't have a mature wrist. Slavery is indeed evil and backward, but to abolish it requires sufficient strength and ingenious methods, You can't do it like this."

   "You have to try it to know if it works." Daenerys said stubbornly, "Don't you have the courage to try?"

   "This has nothing to do with courage. If you know that the road ahead is a dead end, why do you have to go there?"

   "I once walked through the red wasteland." Daenerys said, "There are countless times that I think that the road ahead is a dead end, and that I will never get out, but in the end, I still found a way."

  She stretched out her hand to him, her tone full of expectation: "Sam, even if it's for me, walk this road with me, okay?"

  Samwell looked at her quietly, feeling a little disappointed, but not too surprised.

  In the original book, Daenerys chose such a path, so she was trapped in Meereen, devastated, all enemies in the world, unable to move.

  He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

  The Stormland is his base, and the Iron Throne is his top priority.

  It is really not a wise choice to rule and transform the three cities in Slaver's Bay separated by most of the world.

  So Samwell shook his head slowly:

   "Sorry, Dany, if you insist on going to Yunkai and Meereen, then I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you."

  Daenerys' complexion changed drastically, and she felt that the man in front of her suddenly became strange.

   This made her feel flustered, as if she had returned to the night when she learned that she was given to the horse king by her brother Viserys.

   The feeling of being abandoned flooded her like a tide, making her breathless.

   "Sam, you want to marry me, right?" Daenerys said. This is her last resort.

   "Yes." Samwell admitted frankly, "but I hope you can be my queen, not my queen."

"Ser Jorah is right, you want to sit on the Iron Throne," Daenerys said angrily, "but I am the Targaryen, with the blood of Aegon the Conqueror flowing in my body! You are just a dark Fire…"

  As soon as she said the words, she regretted it.

  Samwell looked at her calmly, and said calmly after a while:

   "You also have the blood of Maegor the Cruel, Aegon the Unworthy, and Aerys the Mad King. Besides, I am not the Blackfyre."

  He paused and said, "I am Caesar."

  A huge lightning bolt pierced the sky, and the pitch-black sky was as bright as day for a moment.

  Three heartbeats later, the roaring thunder exploded in my ears.

   "I'm sorry..." just drowned out Daenerys' apology.

  She didn't know if the other party heard her apology clearly, but she couldn't say it a second time.

   She is a real dragon and has her own pride.

  However, Samwell's mind was no longer on her at this time.

  By the brilliance of lightning, he saw that the sky at this time had become extremely terrifying.

  The dense clouds rolled over like heavy mountains, steaming and rolling, revealing a gloomy green gleam, just looking at it makes one feel extremely palpitating.

  The previous prophecy of the Green Maiden of the Holy Grace Temple came to mind, giving Samwell an ominous premonition.

  The three dragons also became agitated. They flapped their wings and flew in the garden, roaring in their mouths.

  The Unsullied Commander Gray Worm quickly ran over and said:

   "Your Majesty Caesar, the two people you arranged to enter the dungeon before are dead."

  Samwell was startled and asked, "How did you die?"

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but there is also a rare flash of fear on Gray Worm’s face:

   "They turned into a pool of green juice."

   "What happened? Who became the green juice?" Daenerys asked hastily.

  Samwell could no longer care about Daenerys at this time, and quickly asked Gray Worm: "Where is the Green Maiden? How is her situation?"

  Grey Worm shook his head: "No news yet."

  At this time, the white dragon Cleopatra seemed to sense the crisis, and appeared above the garden on the top floor of the pyramid with flapping wings.

  Samwell immediately ordered Gray Worm:

   "Curfew in the whole city! Send another team of Unsullied to surround the Temple of the Holy Grace. Without my order, no one can enter or leave!"

   "Yes!" Gray Worm led away.

  Samwell greeted the white dragon to drop down, and was about to ride it, but was stopped by Daenerys.

   "Sam, don't go!" Daenerys said, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

  Deep in her heart, she was always the poor little thing who was abused by her brother, sold by the governor, deceived by the witch and witch, hunted down by the snatchers, fleeing and begging all the way.

  Since Khal Drogo's death, Samwell was the first man to make her feel loved and loved.

  After meeting him, Daenerys felt as if she had come to life again.

  But the man's indifference just now gave her a sense of panic about being abandoned again.

   For a moment, she wanted to rush up and hug him.

   But the queen's pride stopped her.

  Samwell looked back and saw the pleading and weakness in Daenerys' eyes, but sighed helplessly: "It's urgent, Dany. Let's have a good talk when I come back."

   After speaking, he turned around and jumped onto the dragon's back, flying into the thunderous night sky.

  Daenerys was still shouting something behind, but was drowned in the rumbling thunder.