Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 287: Storm King

   "Myrcella, are you feeling better?"

  In the old palace of Sunspear City, Princess Arianne asked with concern.

   "I...I'm so dizzy..." Princess Myrcella struggled to sit up from the bed, "What's wrong with me?"

   "Before we were watching praying for rain by the Green Blood River, there was a commotion in the crowd, and there was an assassin hiding in it, intending to murder you. Fortunately, the guards arrived in time, and you only injured your arm."

  Princess Myrcella looked at her tightly bandaged right hand, and finally remembered what happened before, she asked with lingering fear:

   "Did the assassin catch it? Who ordered it?"

   "I didn't catch it. But don't worry, I have strengthened the guards around you and will never let similar things happen again."

"um. Thank you."

   "This is what I should do. You should pay more attention to rest. Although the injury is not serious, it has bled a lot, so don't be careless."

   "Yes." Princess Myrcella lay down obediently again.

   "That's right." Princess Arianne said again, "I have good news to tell you in advance."

   "What good news?"

   "The murderer who killed your brother will soon get his due punishment."

   "You mean who killed Joffrey?"

   "Yes." A murderous intent flashed in Princess Arianne's eyes, "My father has already gone to avenge my uncle."

  Princess Myrcella was slightly startled.

   Of course she knew that the man who killed Arianne's uncle, Prince Oberyn "The Red Viper", was also the man who killed her brother Joffrey—

  Samwell Caesar.

  Princess Myrcella had mixed feelings about this knight who gave herself the wreath and laurel crown symbolizing the "Queen of Love and Beauty" at the tournament in King's Landing.

  Although the other party killed her brother, she was always unable to hate the other party.

   Now, is he dying?

  Princess Myrcella suddenly felt an undue sadness in her heart.

—

   “Man owes his life to God.”

  Hearing this, Samwell's mind exploded, and he immediately realized that the Princess Myrcella in front of him was a Faceless Man in disguise!

  But when did he owe his life to the God of Many Faces?

  The numbness quickly spread upwards, and he could no longer feel his right hand.

  Toxic!

   "Get out!" Samwell roared, and swung his left hand loudly.

  The Faceless Man froze for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that the opponent still had the strength to launch an attack, and what made him even more horrified was that Samwell's speed was as fast as lightning—

   He has no time to hide!

Snapped-

  The big hand pressed on the Faceless Man's face.

  Under the terrifying force, he was picked up like a rag doll, and then slammed down on the iron chair behind him!

   poof—

  The head exploded like a watermelon.

  All the nobles who watched the ceremony exclaimed, they didn't even know what happened.

  Until seeing the disfigured corpse take off its disguise and look like a thin man.

   Faceless!

   This is an assassination against Caesar!

   "No!" Margaery screamed and was about to rush over, "Sam!"

   But Loras grabbed his sister.

  Samwell turned around staggeringly, just in time to see this scene.

  A sad sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

   "Tyrell... so this is your killer move..."

   No wonder Madam Olenna was not worried about arousing his vigilance when she made this suggestion.

   It turns out that even if he doesn't recognize Myrcella as queen, they still have a way to kill themselves!

   And Prince Doran...

  Samwell turned his head, and saw that the other party was looking at him with cold eyes.

  It's ridiculous that he thought that Prince Doran really wanted to form an alliance with him, but he didn't expect that this was a trap deliberately set by the other party in order to lower his vigilance!

   No wonder Doran was willing to compromise just now.

   Tywin Lannister, Olenna Redwyne, Doran Martell, Varys... Samwell suddenly realized that he was being hostile and calculated by so many conspirators!

  Thinking gradually slowed down, Samwell felt as if he was drunk, and his hands and feet became heavier and heavier.

   With a plop, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to his knees.

  The white dragon outside the cave suddenly became violent and rushed in like crazy.

   But it was too big and was stuck outside by the forest of stone pillars.

  Margaery was also struggling: "Let me go! Let me go!"

   "Margaery..." Loras opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Feeling guilty, he didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes.

Snapped-

  Margaery slapped her brother hard, and finally broke free from her brother's shackles, and ran towards her husband.

  At least she didn't betray me...

  Seeing this scene, Samwell finally felt a little relief, and he reached out to hug his wife.

   But the darkness surged up and swallowed him up.

  He did not feel his wife's embrace,

   just feel—

cold…

  ———

   Storm's End.

   Melisandre screamed in front of the fireplace.

  Her eyes were as red as blood, spots of blood oozed from her skin, and her stomach was swollen like it was going to burst.

  Black blood gushed from her thigh.

  A dark figure with a crown squeezed from between her legs, eager to break into the world.

  She was trembling and crying.

  Finally, Shadow stood up, as tall as an adult, with a dark face barely recognizable—

   That's the face of Samwell Caesar!

  The flame in the fireplace began to boil, jump, and cheer, as if welcoming the birth of a master.

  Shadow was about to leave, but Melisandre struggled to rush up and hugged him.

  She looked into his eyes and said in a hasty tone:

   "Remember who you are! Caesar, remember who you are!"

  The shadow let out an angry roar, threw the witch away, and then rushed out of the room and disappeared into the sky.

  ———

   Blood Cay Island.

   Margaery lay on top of Samwell, crying heartbreakingly.

   Loras wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak. Shame and guilt gripped his heart, making him just want to escape from this place quickly.

  The nobles of the Storm Land were stunned, shocked and at a loss.

  Although the Dorn nobles were also shocked, their eyes were more gloating.

  The faces of the nobles in the river bend are the most complicated.

  Prince Doran cleared his throat and was about to speak.

  But at this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blows.

  In an instant, the sun in the cave seemed to tremble.

  Everyone felt a strange and evil aura pouring into the cave, and the air was filled with the smell of death and decay.

  It seems that there is a shadow floating by...

   Before they came back to their senses, Samwell, who was supposed to die on the high platform, stood up again!

  A look of astonishment appeared on Prince Doran's face for the first time.

   "Alio." He called the bodyguard's name, his tone full of helplessness and unwillingness.

  Ario Hotah immediately understood what his master meant, swung his long-handled giant ax and rushed towards Samwell.

  He has a huge body like a black bear in rage, but the man on the high platform pulled out the giant sword behind him—

  A flaming red sword.

  The flames poured out, filling the whole world.

   Aliou is like a moth rushing towards a flame, firm but in vain.

  The turbulent fire melted the longaxe, armor, and flesh, leaving a piece of ashes.

  Boom—

   The cave shook suddenly, and Cleopatra finally broke two stone pillars and rushed in.

  It spread its wings and enveloped the crowd with shadows, as if waiting for an order from Samwell, it could devour them all with scorching dragon flames.

   "Sam!" Margaery exclaimed in surprise, but she was afraid to go forward.

  Because the man in front of him suddenly became very strange, with a completely different temperament from her husband.

   And, his eyes are red.

   Blood red.

  Indifferent blood red.

  Without a trace of human emotion.

  Samwell didn't seem to hear Margaery's call, he scanned the cave slowly with his blood-red eyes.

  Everyone who meets his gaze can feel a terrifying power, as if facing the gaze of a god, making them want to worship involuntarily.

   "Sam!" Margaery yelled again, and this time, she took his hand bravely.

   Hot and hot.

   But she gritted her teeth and did not let go.

  The winter snow rose garland above the head suddenly exudes a slight chill, which relieves the burning pain.

The cold air was transmitted to Samwell along the tightly held hands of the two, and the bronze armor suddenly seemed to come to life. The ancient runes on it exuded a pale light, and the white lines were like spider webs. It surfaced on the surface of the armor and spread to Samwell.

  The giant sword [Dawn] seemed to feel threatened, and suddenly burst into dazzling flames, and the red-gold lines began to spread from the sword body to Samwell.

  In the end, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and a balance was reached. Samwell was divided into two halves. One half was covered with pale lines, like a thousand-year-old ice, and the other half was covered with red gold lines, like a flame burning.

  Everyone in the cave watched this weird scene, and they all fell silent.

  Cleopatra seemed to sense something, and let out an angry roar.

  The high-pitched dragon's cry echoed in the cave, shaking the finely shattered stones rolling down.

  Samwell's consciousness finally returned for a moment.

  But the world he saw in his eyes was split, half of it was flame, half of it was ice and snow.

  In the world of ice and snow, there are pale figures standing one after another. Their eyes are like blue stars, and the armor on their bodies melts into the ice and snow, emitting a faint gleam under the reflection of the sun.

  A snow beauty stepped out from the crowd, wearing a wreath of winter snow roses on her head, and holding a crown made of ice in her hands.

  She put the crown on Samwell's head, and made a sound as if the ice was breaking.

   This is an ancient language that has long been lost, but Samwell understands it:

   "Put on the ice crown, you are the master of winter and the king of night."

   "You are—" the ice-like woman announced loudly,

"Yaoh!"

   And in the flame world of the other eye, Samwell saw a glowing red sword.

  The sword he just forged.

   Possesses the terrifying power to destroy everything, but is so fragile, as if it would break if touched.

   What else is missing.

   What else is missing!

   Turning his head, he saw his wife Nisha Nisha.

  She was looking at him with a gentle and decisive gaze, with a red-gold light shining in her eyes.

  She unbuttoned her belt and opened her snow-white chest.

  He suddenly realized, holding a red sword, and inserted it into his wife's chest.

  The smoking red sword pierced the beating heart, and her blood, soul, and courage were all poured into the sword.

  It became 【Bright Messenger】!

   "Go and save the world," she said to him, "the prince of prophecy, Azor Ya..."

   But at this moment, her face suddenly distorted, and she turned into the appearance of the red-robed witch Melisandre.

  Her eyes were weeping blood, and she cried:

   "Remember who you are!"

who I am?

  Samwell was startled.

who I am?

  Cleopatra let out another roar.

   "Sam!" Margery hugged him.

   It's like embracing ice and fire, embracing winter and midsummer.

who I am?

  Samwell's eyes gradually cleared up, and the red gold and pale light slowly faded away.

who I am?

   Not the Night King of Winter, nor the reincarnated Azor Ahai!

   "I am Caesar!" Samwell announced loudly.

  The world suddenly became quiet, and time suddenly stopped.

  The sharp and strange hiss hovered in the air, twisted, and finally dissipated with unwillingness.

  The red gold and pale lines wrapped around Samwell's body faded away, returning to its original color.

  The giant sword [Dawn] stopped burning, and the body of the sword returned to milky white, and the bronze armor [Time] also dissipated the ice fog, returning to its primitive color.

  All visions disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

  Samwell's eyes turned black again, he hugged his wife back, kissed her hair, and asked in her ear:

   "Are you going to be Caesar's queen, or Highgarden's rose?"

  Margaery was stunned for a moment.

  She understood the meaning of this sentence, and also knew that Gao Ting was definitely not innocent in this assassination.

  From now on, Caesar and High Court will also break completely!

   "Queen of Caesar!" Margaery raised her head from the man's arms, her gaze was firm, "We swore under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods, one soul, one body. No one can separate us!"

   After saying this, she already burst into tears.

  The nightmare words of the mysterious old woman she met at the Bridge of Bitterness suddenly came to mind again, and the nonsense she thought at the beginning was fulfilled one by one like a prophecy—

  【…a faceless girl with a deadly poisonous snake hidden in her long golden hair;

  The eagle was swallowed by flames and ice, but broke free and turned into a roaring dragon;

  Golden roses will fall from their branches, drowned in sorrow and tears...]

  Falling from the branch originally meant this, but it actually referred to her parting ways with Highgarden Tyrell.

  Margaery does not regret her choice.

  The roses are separated from the branches, but they are endless.

   "Okay." Samwell kissed his wife again, then turned around and picked up the blood-stained crown from the corpse.

  The crown that belonged to Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen.

  The blood-stained rubies shone with an unearthly light, and the edges of Valyrian steel rings were as sharp as knives.

  Three hundred years ago, Dragon King Aegon wore it to conquer the continent of Westeros, and now, Samwell wears it on his head.

   There was a moment of silence in the cave.

   "The Storm King!" Earl Selwyn Tarth suddenly understood loudly.

  He strode forward, drew out his long sword, knelt down, and placed the long sword at Samwell's feet: "The Tarth family is willing to offer you their loyalty!"

  Then, Countess Marie Metellin came to her senses and stepped forward to swear allegiance.

  Then Earl Esmond, Earl Errol, Earl Buckler...

  Finally, all the stormland nobles got up one after another, came to Samwell and knelt down.

   Shouting an ancient name that no one has heard for three hundred years—

   "The Storm King!"

  The Earl of Storm's End on the property panel quickly faded away, replaced by three new characters.

  Since "The Conqueror" Aegon Targaryen unified Westeros, this name reappeared grandly for the first time, resounding in the stone palace of Blood Reef Island:

   "The Storm King!"

   "The Storm King!"

   "The Storm King!"

   (End of the third volume)