Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 378 Production

The back garden of Storm's End.

Margaery Tyrell was wearing a loose dark green robe, covering her high swollen belly, holding Samwell's left arm with her slender hand, and strolling on the green evergreen grass lawn.

Her clear and charming face shone with happiness, her doe-like eyes were full of tenderness, and she was always watching her husband.

"Melisandre said it was tomorrow, but my stomach still hasn't moved at all."

"The date she said may not necessarily be accurate." Samwell stopped, and seeing fine beads of sweat oozed from his wife's forehead, he raised his hand to wipe it off for her, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Feeling her husband's thoughtfulness, Margaery smiled sweetly, "Bachelor Qyburn suggested that I move around more, saying that this would help smooth delivery."

"But don't be tired anymore." Samwell pulled her to the middle of the courtyard.

A few stone tables and chairs were laid out there. Samwell brushed off the dust on the stone benches, and then stretched out his hand to test the temperature. After confirming that there was no problem, he helped Margaery sit down, held her smooth and white calf, and moved Massage gently.

A tall pomegranate tree grew behind the two of them. The tree was full of fruits, and the air was filled with a fresh and elegant fruity fragrance.

A branch just stretched out to Margaret's side, with several heavy red pomegranate fruits on it.

She reached out and picked one, peeled it off, took out a few seeds and sent them to Samwell, asking;

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

Margaery laughed, and just about to speak, she suddenly covered her stomach and let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Samwell was instantly alert, "Is it going to start?"

Margaery shook her head and said, "No, the little guy was naughty and kicked me again."

As she spoke, she grabbed her husband's hand and pressed it on her stomach.

Samwell also felt obvious fetal movement, as if the little guy was moving his hands and feet.

He also felt the little guy's heartbeat, every pulsation fascinated Samwell, caressing Margaery's belly, his heart was suddenly extremely peaceful and full of strength:

"Maybe Melisandre is right, it's a boy."

"Then have you decided on the name of the child?" Margaery asked.

"There are several alternatives..." Samwell pondered slightly, thoughtful.

"Then make up your mind after the child is born." Margaery said, "Maybe it will be a girl."

Samwell smiled slightly.

He actually doesn't care about boys and girls, but now that he is a king, his heirs are naturally different from ordinary people's children.

If Margaery gave birth to a boy, it would be his eldest son.

According to the inheritance law of Westeros, he is also his first heir.

Samwell suddenly remembered the words Melisandre said—

Dragon breeding too much is just as dangerous as breeding too little.

Although Samwell didn't care about this meaningful sentence on the surface, and he didn't ask what prophecy the red robe witch saw in the flames, but in the end, it was still hidden deep in his heart like a thorn, making him uncomfortable from time to time. Get comfortable.

Giant dragons reproduce too little and risk extinction, so what about multiplying too much?

The period with the most dragons was during the reign of Viserys I, which was also the period when the blood of the Targaryen family was the most prosperous, but it was followed by the bloodiest civil war in the Dragon Dynasty—

Blood Dragon Dance.

During the **** three-year civil war, only four of the 21 dragons of the Targaryen family died, and the blood of the royal family also withered to the extreme, almost cutting off the inheritance.

Melisandre said that he would have thirteen heirs in the future, and gave such a warning. Although the prophecies in the flames were full of tricks and traps, it was still necessary to take some precautions in advance.

"If it's a boy, I've already thought of a name." Samwell seemed to have made up his mind.

Margery's expression moved slightly, and she was about to ask when she saw Daenerys walking over.

"Sam, Margaery, do you want to come and see the good things I prepared?" Daenerys asked with a smile.

"What? A gift?" Samwell asked.

"That's right, it's a gift for the child in Margaery's womb." She touched her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and said, "It's also a gift for my child."

"Okay, let's go see what it is." Samwell got curious and helped Margaery up.

Daenerys took a few steps forward, took her husband's other arm, and asked as she walked, "By the way, Sam, is there any news about our fleet?"

"Not yet. However, counting the time, if the Qingting Island fleet is fooled, it should have handed over to our fleet by now."

"You don't seem worried at all?"

"I don't think there is any need to worry, we will definitely win." Margaret said.

"Yes, must win." Must win. Samwell was actually not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Wars are always full of uncertain factors. Although he believes that the power of the new warships is enough to suppress the firepower of the warships of the old era, this thing is new after all and has never been tested in actual combat.

If something goes wrong, he may not even think about crossing the Blackwater River and marching into King's Landing in a short time.

This will have a great adverse effect on his plan to unify the forces of the Seven Kingdoms and jointly resist the aliens.

So at the beginning, he thought about riding a dragon to participate in this naval battle, but considering that Margaery was about to give birth, he didn't make the trip.

He chose to believe in Lucas Dayne and the new warship.

Of course, the more important reason is that giant dragons are actually not very useful in this kind of naval battle, and he knows that the Qingting Island fleet has specially installed ballistas to deal with giant dragons. Opatra was injured.

"Look, this is the gift I prepared for the children." Daenerys pointed to the front.

Samwell came back to his senses, and saw a dozen craftsmen busy in the garden, as if they were building something.

"Dani, what are you building?" Margaery asked curiously.

"It's an amusement park!" Daenerys revealed the answer with a smile.

Then she took Margaery's hand, led her a few steps forward, pointed to the busy construction site and explained:

"There is going to be a swing there, there is a slide there, and that is a carousel..."

"There is also a castle maze." A crisp and immature voice sounded.

Samwell noticed that Shireen Baratheon was there.

"Good day, His Majesty Caesar." Shirene lifted the princess dress and bowed to Samwell sternly.

Samwell patted her little head and said with a smile:

"Call me Cousin, or Sam."

"Okay, cousin." Shirene showed a smile, and then enthusiastically introduced the amusement park to several people.

It was only then that Samwell knew that the amusement park was originally the girl's idea. After telling Daenerys, she found a group of craftsmen and started construction.

"Great idea!" Margaery clapped her hands excitedly, "The children will definitely like this place! However, I think there should be more..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped.

Samwell hurried forward to support his wife, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"Water...Sam, water runs down my legs..."

"Don't panic, don't panic." Samwell picked up his wife, "It's just that the amniotic fluid is broken, it's okay. Dany, go and inform Gavin Mander and let him get ready."

"Oh, good!" Daenerys also understood, and hurried to the main castle.

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