Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 277: kill game

  Chapter 277 Killing Bureau

   Under the eyes of everyone, Margaery finally came to Samwell.

  The Duke of Mace who was traveling with him had a complicated complexion. He looked at the handsome and vigorous young face in front of him, and there were some inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

   Facing his son-in-law, he moved his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he just turned his head and said to the well-dressed daughter:

   "Margaery, I will accompany you to this place."

   After speaking, Duke Metz's eyes were already red.

   "Thank you, father." Margaery gave her father a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

  The Duke of Mace patted his daughter's smooth back, sighed secretly, and finally put her hand in Samwell's, then turned and stepped aside.

   There was enthusiastic applause in the church immediately, and Cleopatra also groaned excitedly.

  The scorching breath from the mouth made the rose petals on the ground turn brown, and was about to damage Margaery's long dress, Samwell quickly turned his head and gave it a warning look.

  Bai Long closed his mouth a little aggrieved.

  Several girls ran over and started throwing rose petals on the heads of the two of them again.

  Samwell held Margaery's hand, and walked up the steps with her in this shower of flowers.

  Go to the statues of Heavenly Father and Our Lady.

  Go to the testimony of the gods.

   "Father, Mother, Warrior, Blacksmith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."

  In front of the statues of the Seven Gods, Samwell Caesar and Margaery Tyrell stood facing each other, solemnly swearing.

   "I'm yours," said Samwell, who had never felt that the girl in front of him was so beautiful, and almost had a charm that made people dare not look directly at her.

   "You are mine," said Margaery, who had never smiled so brightly. Her childhood dream was to become a queen, but now that she married an earl, she suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

   "From today onwards, until death."

  The voices of the two echoed in the sanctuary, and under the witness of the seven gods, they gradually blended together, as if gathering into one voice.

  The bishop held up a crystal high, letting the refracted rainbow light shine on the faces of the couple, and said:

"Under the witness of the seven gods and the world, I solemnly declare that Earl Samwell of the Caesar family and Miss Margaery of the Tyrell family are married. From now on, they are one body, one heart, and one soul , forever. Anyone who interferes with their marriage will be mercilessly cursed!"

   Cheers and applause sounded again.

  Amidst the melodious chant, Samwell took off his cloak, shook it vigorously, and wrapped it around Margaery.

   means that from now on, she will be guarded by him.

  Samwell gently tied the cloak around Margaery's throat, then leaned forward and kissed her deeply and long.

   The cheers became more and more enthusiastic.

  The bishop also solemnly declared that the two would be one body, one mind, and one soul.

  After the ceremony, the two knights Cheman Huya and Loras Tyrell cleared the way ahead and led the crowd out of the church to the banquet hall.

  Here, some simple snacks and drinks are prepared. After a short rest, they will go to the square outside the castle to accept the blessings of the people in the river bend.

Taking advantage of this time, Margaery followed the maid to change her clothes and touch up her makeup. Samwell chatted with a group of river bend nobles in the hall for a while, his face almost froze from laughing, so he found a reason to go to the bathroom and ran out.

  Walking casually on the secluded path in the garden, Samwell suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of him—

  The eldest son of Arbor Island, Horace Redwyne.

  For this wedding, Earl Paxter, the lord of Qingting Island, still did not appear. This guy seems to have disappeared from the world since the deer party rebellion began.

  Maybe it is because I don’t want to meet the members of the Ma Party to avoid embarrassment.

   After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see the deliberate indulgence of the Arbor Island fleet during the Ironborn invasion and the Deer Party rebellion.

  Samwell thought for a while, and suddenly opened his sleeves, revealing the ruby ​​bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

   "Lakqumos."

  Horace Redwyne in front of him was taking a leisurely walk when he suddenly felt the sunlight darken suddenly, and a vague and strange voice came from behind him.

  He turned his head, and saw Duke Metz walking towards him with a smile.

   "Horace, why don't you go to the lobby and have something to eat?" Samwell, disguised as an inflatable fish again, asked.

   "It's not that I don't want to see the smiling faces of those **** of the Horse Party." Horace didn't hide his resentment at all.

   "Alas—" Samwell looked sympathetic, "I see them getting angry too."

  Horace chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle, those people from the Horse Party won't be able to laugh for long."

   "What do you mean?" Samwell put on a puzzled expression.

   "Didn't Madam Olenna tell you? That's right, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better." Horace didn't have much doubt.

   After all, his uncle is a waste, and Mrs. Olenna probably didn't expect her son to help.

"What's the matter? Is mother planning something? Is Paxter also involved?" Samwell pretended to be distressed, "Oh! You won't make trouble again, will you? It's finally settled down, just Don't worry about it. The previous time really almost killed me—"

   "Don't worry, Uncle. The previous rebellion, especially the Ironborn invasion was really an accident. No matter what my father did, he would never harm his family."

   "Then what are you planning to do this time?"

"Actually, I don't know the specific plan. I only know that it is aimed at Caesar." Horace spread his hands, as if he really didn't know, "This matter was discussed between my father and Mrs. Olenna. If you really want to know , you can ask Mrs. Olenna."

  Samwell said with a sad face: "What? What about my daughter? She just married that brat Caesar."

"Isn't that just right." Horace lowered his voice, "Once Caesar dies, Margaery will inherit Storm's End and Eagle's Mouth. And I heard that she is still pregnant, and she will give birth to a child in the future. Maybe you can control the dragon."

   "Are you... going to kill Caesar?" Samwell opened his mouth wide, and the horror in his eyes was not all feigned.

  Horras said with a gloomy face, "Uncle, I really can't blame my father for being cruel. Do you know how my brother Hopper died?"

   "Hobber?" Samwell's heart was agitated, "Didn't he be killed by the Dornishmen in King's Landing?"

   "I thought so before." Horace gritted his teeth, "but recently my father got the news that Hopper was killed by Caesar's design! Geraldine of Dorne is just a scapegoat."

   "Who did your father get the news from? Is it reliable?" The fat face of "Octospider" Varys first appeared in Samwell's mind.

  At that time, only the intelligence chief caught his own braid.

"It's Varys." Horace confirmed Samwell's conjecture, "He told us that on the day Hopper died, a strange falcon appeared in the Godswood of the Red Keep, and Caesar tamed a falcon. An eagle. This kid had made enemies with Hooper during the voyage...In short, his suspicion is very high. In fact, his father felt that Hooper's death was strange a long time ago, but he has not been able to replace any real evidence. Reese's letter just confirmed many of my father's speculations, and made him believe that Caesar was the real murderer."

   "That's why your father is so determined to kill him..."

"Yes." Horace suddenly thought of something, and quickly reminded, "Oh, by the way, uncle. You must never tell Margaery about this. Father said that she was full of absurd love thoughts. It is simply unreasonable to actually elope with Caesar. If I found out, I might have revealed it to Caesar."

   "I know, I won't tell her." Samwell nodded repeatedly, looking naive.

   The two chatted for a while before Samwell found an excuse to leave.

  Varys... Unexpectedly, this spider also wanted to kill itself.

  Samwell was not too surprised by this. After all, Varys wanted to help the one on the other side of the narrow sea. It was rumored that the "Little Griffin", the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, would regain the Iron Throne.

   Now that Samwell owns the dragon, it seems to have become an obstacle to "Little Griffin". It is also expected that Varys will attack him at the right time.

  I thought the Lu Party rebellion was the end, but I didn't expect it to be just the beginning.

  Lady Olenna, Tywin Lannister, Varys, Paxter Redwyne, and perhaps Prince Doran, have already set up a killing plan and are ready to attack him.

  Father was right, he was still too naive.

   Underestimated the danger of this power game, and underestimated the cruelty of those conspirators.

  In a deserted corner, Samwell's disguise gradually faded, revealing his original face.

  The ruby ​​on the wrist has reached the maximum number of uses, and has shattered into countless fine powders.

   Flowing down from the back of his hand, it was as red as blood.