Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 361 Big Wedding

  In the soft morning light, Daenerys walked down the pyramid.

  She was wearing a pure white silk dress with a pearl-embellished ribbon around her waist, and her long silver-gold hair was coiled into a Westeros-specific lady bun style.

  The new Green Maiden once expressed the hope that the Dragon Queen could wear the toka robe unique to Giss to attend the wedding at the Temple of the Holy Grace, but Samwell resolutely refused.

   Daenerys also hates tokar robes, but it's hard to find gorgeous Westerosi court dress in Slaver's Bay, and she can only make do with a simple white silk dress.

  The bottom floor of the Great Pyramid is always dark, and the thick walls completely isolate the noise and heat of the street.

  The wedding convoy has assembled. After all, the Queen just "married" a few days ago, and everyone is familiar with it.

  Daenerys climbed onto the chariot with the help of Ser Barristan, and heard the old knight report softly:

   "Your Majesty, Prince Quentyn of Dorne died late last night."

  Daenerys was a little surprised that the prince was able to hold on for so long, but after being burned by the dragon flames, perhaps death was a relief for him.

   "Don't embarrass them, let Quentyn's bones go back to Dorne." I will be back soon, Daenerys thought.

   "Yes." Ser Barristan hesitated, as if he still wanted to say something.

  Daenerys could guess what he was thinking, the old knight didn't want her to marry Caesar, and neither did Ser Jorah.

   However, Ser Jorah did it out of personal interest, so Daenerys sent him to guard the gate early in the morning so that he would not talk nonsense.

  As for Sir Barristan's opposition, it was out of his insistence on Targaryen orthodoxy.

  He wants to see Daenerys on the Iron Throne.

  Unfortunately, after experiencing the chaos in Yunkai and Meereen, Daenerys has lost confidence in her ability to rule.

   "Your Majesty..."

   "Sorry, I let you down."

   Ser Barristan had just begun to speak when Daenerys interrupted him.

   The two looked at each other for a moment, but the old knight didn't say anything after all.

Having been the Kingsguard for so many years, Barristan has long been used to being the silent shadow behind the king. The idea of ​​persuading him just now is already a kind of arrogance for him. He closed his mouth.

  The door opened, and the convoy walked into the sun surrounded by everyone.

  The black dragon Drogon flew down from the top of the pyramid, hovered over the convoy, and used his body to help Daenerys block the scorching sun.

  The road leading to the Temple of Grace was crowded with Meereenese, and they cheered enthusiastically for the beautiful Queen. The restoration of slavery this time did not change their love for the Dragon Queen.

  Daenerys was waving at the crowd on the chariot, but shame and self-blame could not be suppressed in her heart.

   I will be back again. She made a solemn promise in her heart.

The convoy slowly passed through Meereen, and the Temple of Grace finally appeared in front of you. The golden dome was shining in the sun, and the white dragon Cleopatra was circling in the sky. When she saw the team, she flew over, flapping her wings and flapping the heat. The wind welcomes.

  The Green Maiden waits outside the temple gate, surrounded by her sisters, dressed in white, red, blue and other robes.

  After a catastrophe, the number of saintesses has been reduced by more than half compared to last time.

   And the smiles on their faces were a bit forced, Daenerys guessed it was because of her long skirt, or because of her faith.

   Fortunately, she doesn't care what they think.

  With the support of Ser Barristan, Daenerys got off the chariot, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and climbed up.

  On the colored brick stairs, Samwell was looking at her with a smile.

  Daenerys had a shy but warm smile on her face, and involuntarily quickened her pace.

  Amidst the chants of the saints, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the two met at the top of the stairs, embraced and kissed each other.

  Samwell supported Daenerys' waist and led her into the Temple of Grace.

  The temple is filled with thick incense, and the Ghiscari gods are looming in the shadow of the shrine.

  The saints brought out an ivory chair and a golden bowl.

  Samwell picked her up, put her on a chair, untied her sandals, and washed her feet.

  Daenerys giggled uncontrollably as the warm, creamy balm ran over her toes.

   At the same time, she stretched out her hands to hold the man's face.

   From now on, this is my husband. she thought softly.

  My only family member, my last support.

  After washing her feet, Samwell dried her with a soft towel, put her sandals back on, and helped her stand up.

  The Green Maiden stepped forward holding two golden chains, binding Samwell and Daenerys' wrists and ankles together.

  Afterwards, she said some congratulations in Ghiscari, but unfortunately the two newcomers didn't understand much.

  The Green Virgin finally announced in the common language of Westeros that the two were officially married as husband and wife under the witness of the Ghiscari gods.

  Samwell kissed his wife again, and then led her out of the temple, accepting the cheers of the crowd.

  After the ceremony, the two returned to the Great Pyramid in the same chariot, where a sumptuous banquet had been prepared.

  Musicians played strange tunes with bells, airbags, and tambourines, and thirty-three naked dancers danced the ancient courtship dance.

  Wine flowed at the feast, and the new nobles of Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen cheered in awe at the union of the blood of the two true dragons.

  The Dothraki also sent messengers.

  In fact, they were invited by the Yunkai people to attack Meereen, but after seeing the collapse of the Yunkai army, the Dothraki also withdrew.

  It seems that the current Kaa is still reasonable, knowing that there are Unsullied guards, and Meereen is impenetrable. If they attack by force, they may only repeat the mistakes of the Battle of Qohor.

   What's more, the Dothraki only want to do the slave trade. Now that Meereen has restored slavery, they have no motivation to attack.

In addition, Valentis, Guzai, New Ghis, Qarth... many city-states near Slaver's Bay also sent envoys, but, compared to celebrating the wedding of Samwell and Daenerys, they Many are cheering the resumption of the slave trade.

   "Dear Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys." Xaro from Qarth was especially excited, "Please allow me to bring a gift from the Thirteen Giants!"

  He brought the two newcomers to the window, pointed to a huge fleet on Slaver Bay in the distance and said:

"There are one hundred and thirty sea ships here, which can take tens of thousands of people across the ocean to Westeros. Moreover, three of the sea ships are gifts for you. After arriving in Westeros, you don't have to follow The fleet returns."

   "Oh? Which three?" Daenerys asked with a smile.

   "The large merchant ships 'Cedurion', 'Summer Sun' and 'Jesus Yoso', they will serve as witnesses of the friendship between Qarth and the True Dragon family."

   "Thank you Qarth for your generosity." Samwell said with a smile.

  The dragon has three heads, Daenerys thought, and said, "Now that they are ours, I'm going to rename them."

   "As you wish," Xaro said, "what name would you like?"

"Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar." Daenerys looked into Samwell's eyes, and announced the names of the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, "Written with golden lacquer Painted hulls, at least three feet high. I want everyone who sees them to know: The real dragon is back!"

   "Okay!" Samwell laughed loudly, put his arms around his wife's waist,

   "They will take the Unsullied, they will bring the dragon, they will bring blood and fire."