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  »Seeing the seriousness on Samwell's face, Sir Allerken also restrained his smile and sat upright.

"I am here this time, hoping to restore the relationship between the Florent family and the Caesar family. Although the two families did have conflicts before, after all, the blood relationship is close, and there is no enmity that cannot be resolved."

"What about Dickon inheriting Brightwater City?" Samwell asked with a smile.

Sir Alekon gritted his teeth, nodded and said:

"The Florens family recognizes it. After all, Dickon is my nephew and married my daughter. Let Brightshui City be given to him."

Samwell looked at Aleken with a little surprise, and said with a smile:

"Uncle, you are much more generous than your grandfather."

Sir Aleken smiled wryly:

"Father has already been imprisoned by Stannis, and the Florens family is on the verge of life and death. We have nothing to be reluctant about."

"Where's Aunt Selyse?" said Samwell, "is she willing to be queen?"

"Selyse has gone mad," sighed Ser Allerken. "No sane mother would burn her daughter to death. The Florents will not follow her, and follow Stannis to death."

Samwell didn't answer, but just stared into Aleken's eyes, as if thinking about the sincerity in the other's words.

His fingers tapped lightly on the chair, once and for all, as if knocking on Aleken's heart.

"Sam." Sir Allerken finally couldn't bear the long silence and pressure, and said, "Please believe me, the Florens family has decided to abandon Stannis. Now there are only thirteen hundred people left on Dragonstone Island." A soldier with low morale, you lend me two thousand men, and I will take Dragonstone Island and dedicate it to you!"

Samwell finally stopped knocking, but shook his head under Aleken's disappointed eyes and said:

"It's a pity that you came a step late. My fleet has just set sail for the Dorne Sea."

"I can wait," said Ser Allerken eagerly.

"Stannis won't wait. Didn't you say he was going to the Wall?"

"That's just crazy talk," Ser Arleken suspected. "And now that there is no Shireen, and their hope of awakening the dragon is gone, Stannis will never go to the Wall again."

Samwell showed an inexplicable smile:

"Uncle, you have been under Stannis for so long, and you haven't figured out this man's temper.

In fact, Stannis also knew that he was not suitable to be a king, he could not be loved by people, and he fought for the Iron Throne only for responsibility and obligation.

Of the four current kings of Westeros, Stannis' purpose is the purest.

Even as an enemy, I have respect for him.

And I also know that with or without dragons, he will defend the Great Wall.

Because that is his responsibility. "

Alekon frowned, as if he didn't quite believe this, but he didn't open his mouth to refute.

Samwell continued:

"Uncle, winter is coming, and terrible enemies will appear in the north. Only by uniting can Westeros survive this catastrophe. Therefore, as long as Stannis is willing to defend the Great Wall, I will not attack him territory."

Sir Allerken hesitated to speak.

Samwell stood up from the chair and said:

"Go back and tell Stannis what I said, and tell him that we have a common enemy. As long as he agrees, we can temporarily put aside our differences and decide on the ownership of the Iron Throne after defeating the White Walkers."

"Really, there are White Walkers?" Sir Allerken's eyes widened.

"It's absolutely true." Samwell said firmly.

Then he said:

"In addition, tell him that Shireen stays in Storm's End, and I will treat her well. If Stannis unfortunately dies on the Great Wall, the blood of the Baratheon family will be passed on through Shireen. In exchange, I ask him Lift the embargo on Dragonglass."

"Dragonglass?" Sir Allerken looked puzzled, "What's the use of that thing?"

"The weapons made of dragonglass can fight against the White Walkers." Samwell didn't hide anything, "Tell Stannis this too, believe it or not. Also, tell him, don't believe the red robe monk's nonsense, R'hllor is too Liar, if we want to survive this catastrophe, we can only rely on ourselves."

Sir Aleken never expected Caesar to have such an attitude, he was stunned for a while before he said:

"Yes, but Sam, our Florent family... what should we do?"

"Of course I went to defend the Great Wall with the king you swore allegiance to," Samwell said.

Sir Aleken said dejectedly:

"Sam, you still won't forgive us? Is this our punishment?"

"It's punishment. But it's also redemption." Samwell said lightly, "Uncle, go and defend the Great Wall. I can promise you that when we meet again at the Great Wall, I will pardon all the crimes of the Florens family."

Sir Aleken was silent for a while, before asking in a difficult tone:

"What if Stannis changes his mind and refuses to defend the Wall?"

"Then he is my primary enemy." Samwell said without hesitation, "When my fleet returns from the Dorne Sea, I will attack Dragonstone Island as soon as possible. At that time, if the Florens family is willing to cooperate internally and externally , help me capture Dragonstone, and I am equally willing to accept your allegiance."

"I see." Ser Allerken hoped again, "Let us wait and see what Stannis chooses."

After speaking, he said goodbye and left.

Samwell didn't keep them either, and he had mixed feelings about the Florens family.

First of all, the blood relationship cannot be denied, and the Florens family did give him a lot of help during his most difficult period.

But unfortunately, the two parties parted ways because of their positions and interests.

This may be the helplessness of being in the game of thrones.

Moreover, from the perspective of interests, a declining Florent family is easier to control, and it is more conducive to his brother Dickon's position as Earl of Bright Water City.

Putting away all kinds of chaotic thoughts, Samwell left the living room.

At this time, half of the setting sun has already fallen into the misty narrow sea, and the afterglow of the setting sun pulls out a touch of gorgeous orange red on the sea.

Samwell stood on the tower terrace just in time to see Margaery and Daenerys strolling hand in hand in the garden below.

The two had an intimate posture and talked and laughed calmly, as if they were exchanging pregnancy experiences.

Margaery was wearing the iconic dark green dress of the Tyrell family, covered with a shawl embroidered with golden roses, and her high swollen belly made her full of maternal brilliance.

Daenerys is wearing a red and black palace dress. The long sleeves that stretch the floor make her look dignified and noble, but the purple eyes still exude the innocent look of a girl.

The two seemed to feel their husband's gaze, raised their heads almost at the same time, and waved to Samwell with a smile.

Looking at the two bright and charming smiling faces, Samwell felt warm in his heart, and responded with a smile and waved his hands.

"She will give birth to a princess for you." Melisandre's voice came from behind.

Samwell turned around, smiled at the "Human Ultrasonic Detector", and said:

"Did you say Dany? The daughter is fine."

"Yes. Queen Daenerys will continue to bear you two princes in the future."

Samwell laughed loudly:

"You don't already know how many children I will have in the future, do you?"

Melisandre nodded slightly: "You will have thirteen heirs in total."

Samwell had no reaction to the number thirteen, and just smiled more happily when he heard this:

"It seems that I am still a person with prosperous children."

Melisandre didn't smile, the ruby ​​in her throat shone brightly, like a third eye:

"Your Majesty, too many dragons are just as dangerous as too few."

Samwell's smile gradually disappeared, he took a serious look at the red robe witch, and said:

"And what did you see in the flames?"

Melisandre was about to speak, but Samwell said again:

"No, don't tell me. The prophecies are full of tricks, and the flames are full of traps. You and I know that."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Samwell turned his head back and looked at the two wives below.

The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun covered them with a layer of hazy brilliance, gradually elongating their shadows.

When the sunset finally disappeared into the sky and night fell as expected, the guards lit candles one after another, and Margaery and Daenerys also returned to the main castle and fell into the arms of their husbands.

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