Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 418 Dragon Dream

  After night falls, the castle is lit with little fire.

  In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, Daenerys Targaryen was wearing a short nightgown, sitting in front of the dressing table and taking off the jewelry in her hair one by one.

  Under the soft candlelight, the white jade-like skin shone with crystal luster, and the beautiful and delicate body that made the blood pumping fluctuated with the light and shadow, full of indescribable charm.

  The slightly raised belly also added a lot of maternal glory to her.

  Hearing the door was pushed open, Daenerys turned around and saw Samwell walking in.

   "Sam!" She threw herself into the man's arms, "You're back from Dorne!"

The fluttering hair touched the tip of Samwell's nose, and the familiar fragrance penetrated into his heart. He couldn't help but gently rubbed his wife's smooth and soft waist. Reminder:

   "Your belly is so big, stop flying around on a dragon. And I heard from them that you flew over the enemy camp?"

  Daenerys giggled and said:

   "I'm flying very high, and the enemy's bows and crossbows are impossible to hit us. I even suspect that they haven't noticed a dragon flying overhead."

   "That doesn't work either." Samwell made a serious face on purpose, "Riding a dragon is still a bit dangerous, you have to think about the child in your stomach."

   "Okay, okay." Daenerys didn't insist either, "Then I won't ride a dragon from today until the child is born."

   "That's right." Samwell smiled again, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

  Daenerys responded enthusiastically.

  The temperature of her lover made her feel weak all over.

  Daenerys raised her head, the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with irresistible charm: "I'm about to take a bath, do you want to come together?"

  Samwell coughed lightly: "I just washed it, and it's at Margery's."

  Daenerys giggled and said, "Wash with me again, it's really just a bath."

   Samwell had no choice but to strip her naked again, and carried her into the bathroom.

  The water temperature is very hot. Fortunately, both of them have the talent of the unburned, so they don't care about it.

   "I flew over King's Landing today." Daenerys lay in the man's arms and breathed heavily in his ear.

   "Fly so far?" Samwell helped her tie up her long silver hair, "How is it? How do you like that city?"

"It's not what I imagined." Daenerys showed a look of reminiscence, "When I was a child in Braavos across the narrow sea, my brother Viserys often told me stories about the Seven Kingdoms. Said to take me back to King's Landing, to the city founded by our Targaryen ancestors.

  It's a pity, after all, he will never have the chance to set foot on the continent of Westeros and see the city with his own eyes. "

  Samwell gently kissed his wife's frowning brows away, and said:

   "I always thought you didn't like Viserys."

"I really don't like it. He beat me, scolded me, and sold me to the Dothraki for an army." Daenerys sighed, her face became a little complicated, "But anyway, he is My brother. And he was a poor victim too.

  The long-term escape, the pressure of survival, and the contempt and ridicule of everyone drove him crazy. "

   "But it didn't drive you crazy." Samwell said, "You are stronger than him."

  Daenerys pursed her lips and smiled: "Actually, I was going crazy too. Until I found out that I can draw power from dragon eggs."

   "Draw power from a dragon egg?"

"Yes." Daenerys said, "After I was arranged to marry Khal Drogo, I followed the Dothraki to their holy land, Vaes Dothraki, and my hips were scarred and **** from riding for days. The bleeding continued, my hands were blistered by the reins, the muscles in my back were so sore that I could hardly stand up straight, and I cried myself to sleep every night...

   At that time, I even thought about suicide, but one night, I fell asleep with the dragon egg, and then I had a dream about the dragon. "

   "A dream about a dragon?"

   "Yes. I dreamed of a dragon whose scales were black as night and stained with blood. That was my blood. Its eyes were two pools of lava fire, and flames spewed from its mouth.

  I was not afraid at all. I opened my arms and hugged the flame, and let the flame swallow me completely. At that moment, I felt that I was burning up and my blood was boiling, but there was no pain. Instead, I felt extremely strong and reborn.

   When I woke up the next day, I found that I was holding a black dragon egg in my arms, the same one that later hatched Drogon.

   It gave me the strength to keep going. "

  Listening to Daenerys' narration, what Samwell thought of was the red dragon egg of his son Octavian.

  He didn't know that the little guy kept holding on to the dragon egg, was it because he could draw strength from the dragon egg?

   There is also the problem of hatching. Samwell actually doesn't know how to help his son.

  In his opinion, the hatching conditions for Octavian's dragon egg should not be as demanding as he and Daenerys.

  After all, the people of the Targaryen family put dragon eggs in the cradle of the family's newborns. They will hatch naturally and accept the children who accompany them day and night as dragon knights.

  As for the reason why it is so difficult for him and Daenerys to hatch the dragon, it is because the dragon has been extinct for hundreds of years, and the dragon eggs have turned into stone.

  In fact, they did not hatch the dragon normally, but resurrected the dragon from the stone, so they need strict conditions—

  Red Comet, Fire Sacrifice, and King's Blood.

   Octavian's dragon egg should be alive, and it is estimated that it will hatch normally when the time comes.

   "What are you thinking, Sam?" Daenerys asked a little dissatisfied seeing the man distracted.

   "Thinking about dragons." Samwell gave her a comforting kiss, "There are too many unknown mysteries about them."

"Yes. They are the most magical creatures in the world." Daenerys suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Sam, I heard that you met the Golden Company in Dorne, and one of them claimed to be Targaryen of Rhaegar's son."

   "It's just a counterfeit product launched by a group of careerists." Samwell said lightly.

"Oh, that's it." Daenerys didn't doubt it, "I was still wondering, didn't Rhaegar's son die in King's Landing a long time ago. By the way, Sam, I dreamed of Viserion recently .”

  Viserion is the golden dragon that Euron snatched.

   "How about dreaming about it?"

   "I dreamed that it was surrounded by black shadows, with **** scars all over its body, and two people whose faces couldn't be seen clearly. It seemed that a man and a woman stood in front of it, and a terrifying spell echoed in the air..."

  Samwell felt his wife's body trembling, hugged her tightly, and comforted her:

   "I have sent Sir Lucas to lead the Stormland Fleet to the Mander River. He will definitely defeat Euron and bring back Viserion."

   "Yeah." Daenerys raised her head, asking for the man's kiss again

  The two of them had skin-to-skin contact, but after all, they couldn't hold back their desire for each other.

  The bath water suddenly became turbulent and surged out, everywhere.