Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 382 Indus

  A gorgeous carriage escorted by a group of cavalry slowly drove into the manor outside the city of the Caesar family.

  The manor is backed by the imperial forest, and to the south is the crimson mountains that stretch for thousands of miles. The garden is full of tall plane trees, so it is called the Wutong Manor.

  The Indus Manor was originally a vacation estate of the Baratheon family, and now it naturally becomes the property of the Caesar family.

It was late autumn, and the garden was golden. Half-dead leaves spun and fell to the ground, laying out a golden carpet. The surface of the blue-gray stone building was covered with ivy, and gargoyles of different shapes stared at strange eyes. Gazing at a clear river in front of the manor.

  The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the manor, and the door carved with golden roses opened, and the increasingly bloated Duke Mace Tyrell came out with the help of his attendants.

   Gavin Mande stepped forward to greet him: "Dear Lord Mace, welcome to Wutong Manor."

  The Duke of Mace quickly returned the gift politely.

  Although the other party is just a little baron, he is the steward of Storm's End, the most trusted steward of the Storm King. It is most appropriate to describe him as humble and powerful.

   Just thinking that this person used to be a laborer at Highgarden Wharf made Duke Mace feel a bit of a sigh in his heart. In the past few years, with the strong rise of Caesar, many people have followed suit.

  Of course, many more people were unlucky because of this.

   Duke Mace couldn't tell what kind of person he was...

   "Is His Majesty Caesar there?" Duke Metz followed Gavin into the manor and asked with a smile.

   "Sorry, Lord Mace, His Majesty Caesar and Earl Randyll went hunting in the Royal Forest, and are not in the manor."

   "Oh, good." Duke Mace quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

  He was afraid of his son-in-law from the bottom of his heart. Since the other party was not there, he just didn't have to go to see him.

   Gavin said again: "Queen Daenerys is entertaining the lords of the Reach and the Stormlands in the hall, do you want to participate?"

   Duke of Mace frowned subconsciously: "Where's Margaery?"

   "Queen Margaery in the backyard garden."

   "I'll go see Margaery first."

"good."

   Duke Mace followed Gavin around the main building, crossed a wooden bridge across a stream, and came to the secluded back garden.

  The garden is full of lavender rosemary, which exudes a fresh smell and refreshes people.

   Gavin pointed to the gazebo ahead:

   "Master Mace, Her Majesty the Queen is in the pavilion. I will take my leave first."

   "Okay." The Duke of Mace walked a few steps quickly, and saw his longing daughter sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, while gently shaking the cradle on the small cart beside him with one hand.

   "Margaery!"

  Margaery heard her father's voice, turned her head, but raised her finger to her mouth, and then pointed to the cradle.

   Duke of Mace understood immediately, and stepped lightly.

   Entering the gazebo, the baby in the cradle also comes into view.

  The Duke of Mace had a smile on his fat face, walked over lightly, first kissed his daughter on the forehead, and then stared at his grandson with a smirk on the cradle.

   "What's his name?" Duke of Metz asked softly.

   "Octavian." Margaery said.

   "Octavian?" Duke Metz was stunned for a moment, "What is this name? Is there any source?"

   "Sam said it was a revelation in a dream."

  The Duke of Mace suddenly didn't dare to express his objection.

  Some members of the Targaryen family often have prophetic dreams, also known as dragon dreams.

  Dragon Dream is both a gift and a curse.

   It allowed the Targaryen family to escape the catastrophe of Valyria's doomsday, but it has plagued them for the next few centuries, and many people did many unreasonable things because of it, and even went crazy.

  In the eyes of outsiders, being able to dream of dragons is like being able to tame a giant dragon. It is a sign that the Targaryen family is different from ordinary people. Many people even think that the blood of this family is closer to gods than ordinary people.

   "The gods gave Caesar a revelation in a dream, indicating that this child will definitely be extraordinary in the future!" Duke Metz said with emotion.

  Margaery shook her head lightly: "I only hope that he can spend his life in peace."

   The little guy didn't know if he was woken up, and suddenly opened his eyes. However, he was not noisy, just staring at the fat face in front of him with wide eyes, as if wondering why this person had never been seen before.

  The Duke of Mace showed what he thought was the most kind smile:

   "He has the brown eyes of a Tyrell."

   "And Caesar's black hair." Margaery picked up her son and gently rocked her in her arms.

  The Duke of Mace noticed that there seemed to be something in the cradle. He lifted the blanket and saw a red round stone.

  The surface of the stone has a rich texture, which looks like enamel. The afternoon sun shines on it, and it shines with a crystal luster like a polished light, which is beautiful.

   "Is this a dragon egg?"

   "Yes." Margaery smiled, "Cleopatra just laid the egg on the day Octavian was born, and Sam put it in the swaddle."

  Octavian suddenly yelled, his hands waving in the air.

   "What's wrong with him? Is he hungry?"

   "I just fed it before going to bed," Margaret said helplessly, "He wants the egg, and if he can't touch it, he will start making trouble."

  The Duke of Metz laughed loudly, picked up the dragon egg, and carefully placed it on Octavian's stomach.

   The little guy really quieted down.

"According to the tradition of the Targaryen family, every newborn in the family will get a dragon egg after birth. They put the dragon egg in the cradle. If a dragon can be hatched, the newborn will naturally become a dragon knight." Mei Duke Si looked at his grandson expectantly, "I wonder if this dragon egg will hatch..."

   Margaret caressed her son's face and said with a smile:

   "Ms. Melisandre said yes."

   "That's great!" Duke Mace rubbed his hands excitedly, as if he was about to own a giant dragon himself.

   After a moment of silence, Duke Mace suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that... Horace Redwyne was captured?"

  The smile on Margery's face suddenly subsided, she looked at Duke Metz with piercing eyes, and asked:

   "Father, you haven't seen the Redwyne family, have you?"

   "No, no, absolutely not!" Duke Mace shook his head hastily, "How could I go to see them! I just feel, feel...we are relatives after all, there is no need to make you die..."

   "Father, I advise you not to mention Redwyne in front of Sam, and don't get involved with the Arbor Island."

   "I get it, I get it..."

  Margaret saw the cold sweat dripping from her father's forehead, and couldn't help feeling pain in her heart, so she comforted her again:

"You don't have to worry too much. Sam is not a bloodthirsty person. He can even tolerate Stannis Baratheon. Why can't he tolerate Redwyne? But the premise is that the Redwyne family put down their swords and surrender. If Lord Paxter is still obsessed with it, and no one can help him."

"That's right, that's right." Duke Mace nodded again and again, and quickly changed the topic back to his grandson, "This time, Caesar specially summoned all the lords of the Reach and Storm to celebrate the birth of Octavian. , it seems that he really likes this son."

   "This is Sam's eldest son after all." Margaret smiled proudly, but said, "However, this gathering at the Indus Manor is not just to celebrate Octavian's birth."

   "What else?"

   Margaret looked up to the north:

   "King's Landing, of course."

   "In such a hurry?"

   "Yes, winter is coming, and the Seven Kingdoms should be unified."