Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 379 The eldest son

  Margaery was sent to the delivery room that was already prepared.

  The three most experienced midwives of Storm's End were on standby inside early, and a group of maids were busy boiling water and ironing cloth in an orderly manner.

   "Don't worry, Your Majesty, mother and child will be safe." Melisandre said firmly.

   "Yes." Samwell nodded solemnly.

  At this moment, he hoped that the prophecy in the flame would be accurate.

  Margaery’s voice came from the delivery room, and the maids came in and out, delivering various things.

  This busy scene made Samwell a little unreal.

   Regardless of past and present lives, this is his first child and a continuation of his blood.

  Since he came to this world four years ago, Samwell has gone through all kinds of hardships. At this moment, it seems that he has finally taken root here.

   It seems that until now, he has no real bond with this different world.

  The intertwining of illusion and reality gave Samwell a sense of space-time confusion.

  Time passed little by little, the sun set from the west, the moon climbed up the treetops, and then set again, ushering in the dawn that pierced the darkness.

   "Have you come out yet?" Samwell hadn't slept all night, and he inevitably became anxious.

   "Your Majesty, it usually takes a day or two to give birth, and Queen Margaery is the first child, so it will be a little more difficult."

  In fact, Samwell also understands this truth, but his wife is suffering inside, and it is difficult for him to remain completely calm.

   "Your Majesty, would you like to have breakfast?" the maid asked carefully.

  Samwell waved his hand, indicating that he had no appetite, and seeing Daenerys waiting beside him, he said:

   "Danny, go and eat something."

   "Let's go together." Daenerys held his hand and persuaded, "There are so many people taking care of Margaery, so nothing will happen."

  Samwell also felt that he was a little too nervous, so he nodded in agreement.

   The two went to the restaurant together, and the servants brought breakfast.

  At this time, there were footsteps at the door, and Gavin walked in quickly, followed by Lucas Dane.

   "Your Majesty, a big victory! A big victory! Our fleet encountered the Qingting Island fleet in the Dorne Sea. After a fierce battle, we won a big victory!"

  Samwell stood up abruptly, laughed loudly, and greeted the two of them:

   "Haven't you had breakfast yet? Sit down and talk slowly."

   "Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Lucas sat down at the long table and began to report on the situation of the naval battle in the Dorne Sea.

This was indeed a great victory. According to post-war statistics, a total of 28 large warships of Qingting Island Fleet were sunk in this battle, 17 were damaged, 56 small warships were sunk, and officers and soldiers of Qingting Island Navy were captured. More than 3,800 people, including Commander Horace Redwyne.

  The naval warships of the Stormland also had their own damage, but they were all within the repairable range. Another two hundred sailors died.

   "Well done!" Samwell said in a good mood, sternly, "Sir Lucas Dane, you have performed outstandingly in this battle. I formally appoint you as the commander-in-chief of my navy, the Earl of Arbor Island."

   Sir Lucas immediately got up and left the table, knelt down and thanked him.

  He is very clear that although the Qingting Island is still in the hands of the Redwyne family, Samwell's canonization this time is a promise that after the Qingting Island is captured in the future, it will be his territory.

   And it's clearly not a blank promise.

  After this battle, the strength of the Arbor Island fleet has been greatly damaged, the Redwyne family has been ordered to be destroyed, and the Arbor Island will fall into Caesar's control sooner or later.

   "Lucas, it's time for you to find an heir for yourself. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if no one inherits such a good territory." Samwell joked with a relaxed expression.

  Lucas sat down again, and laughed when he heard the words:

   "Your Majesty, what you said is true, but I can't have any children at this age. Maybe I will go back to the Dane family to adopt one."

   "Okay, if you need Natalie's help, let me know at any time." Samwell wanted to persuade Lucas to have one by himself, but thought that the other party had vowed not to marry a wife, so he gave up.

  Then the two chatted about the future development of the Stormland Navy and the plan to enter the Blackwater River in the future.

  Samwell kept talking non-stop, as if trying to distract himself.

  Seeing that the time passed by little by little, and it soon came to noon, there was still no news from the delivery room.

  Samwell became restless again.

  When he came outside the delivery room, he was about to go in and have a look, but suddenly turned around.

  A shadow covered the sky, and the sound of flapping leather wings sounded.

  Samwell stopped and smiled at the white dragon who landed in the courtyard:

   "Cleopatra, why don't you join in the fun."

  The white dragon's huge body almost filled the entire courtyard, its slender snake-like neck was shaking in the air, its mouth opened wide, and it let out a sharp roar.

Roar-

  The hot air flow full of sulfur smell scared away the surrounding guards and maids.

   "Sam, it seems uncomfortable." Daenerys said.

  Samwell also sensed something was wrong with the white dragon, and stepped forward a few steps.

  Cleopatra also lowered her head, and used her head to rub Samwell's hand.

  Feeling the temperature of the hot and rough scales in the palm of his hand, Samwell comforted him:

   "What's wrong? Are you worried about Margaery too?"

  Bailong opened its huge mouth, spewed out a few sparks, kicked out with its thick hind legs, and knocked down the courtyard wall.

  Samwell seemed to realize something, and walked behind the white dragon.

  Cleopatra raised her **** in cooperation, and Samwell discovered that there was a red round stone under the white dragon. The surface of the stone was covered with scales, emitting bursts of mist.

  Samwell laughed loudly:

   "So you gave birth too!"

   As he spoke, he stepped forward to pick up the dragon egg.

  The scorching dragon egg made a soft squeak when it touched the skin. Fortunately, Samwell has the talent of [Unburner], otherwise he might be burned.

   At the same time, the door of the delivery room opened, and a maid rushed out excitedly, shouting:

   "Your Majesty! Queen Margaery has given birth! It's a boy!"

   "Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Everyone congratulated.

  Samwell laughed again, and casually stuffed the dragon egg to Daenerys, then walked a few steps quickly, and entered the delivery room.

  He went straight to Margaery's window, grabbed her hand, kissed her sweaty forehead lightly, and said:

"Thanks for your hard work."

   Margaret smiled weakly, and pointed to the side:

   "Go and see our children."

  Samwell put down his wife's hand, turned around, and hugged the child from the midwife.

  It was very light and soft, and it didn't feel any weight at all, but it made Samwell's arms tense, as if he was holding the heaviest thing in the world.

  The newborn baby is actually not good-looking, the skin is wrinkled together, and it is still crying.

   However, the cry is powerful and sounds healthy.

  Samwell suddenly felt moved. He reached out and waved at Daenerys, saying:

   "Bring the dragon egg."

  Daenerys took a few steps closer, seemed to understand what her husband meant, and reminded her in a low voice:

   "Sam, the eggs are hot."

  Samwell still took the dragon egg from her hand, and gently placed it in his son's arms.

  The little guy who was crying and howling just now suddenly quieted down.

   Gavin Mande understood, and immediately said loudly:

   "Your Majesty, he is of the blood of a true dragon!"

   A series of congratulations sounded again.

  Margaery struggled to sit up and asked:

   "Sam, have you figured out his name yet?"

   "Think it over." Samwell solemnly announced,

   "He is my eldest son, my first heir, he should be called—

   Octavian. "