Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Melisandre's room is always lit.

The fire in the fireplace is burning brightly, dispelling the chill of the winter night.

The red-robed witch closed her eyes and sat in front of the flames with her hands spread out on her knees, holding a blood-red eyeball in each palm.

The flames crackled faintly, as if whispering something.

Melisandre frowned more and more, and finally opened her eyes helplessly, and looked back at the king sitting at the table:

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I don't see anything unusual about these eyeballs. To me, they are no different from ordinary people's eyeballs."

Samwell nodded silently upon hearing this, seemingly not surprised or disappointed by the result.

Melisandre stood up slowly, came to the table, lowered her eyes, and asked:

"Your Majesty, did the Three-Eyed Crow tell you about the function of these eyes?"

Samwell shook his head:

"That kid didn't want to say anything. He just said that I would understand when the time comes."

Melisandre said thoughtfully:

"He's scared."

"Fear?"

"Yes." Melisandre lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of being overheard, "There are enemies lurking in the darkness, they are lingering around like a mist, and for some important information, it is like a shark smelling blood. Sensitive. Therefore, the Three-Eyed Crow does not dare to speak too clearly about some things."

"Maybe." Samwell sighed noncommittally and closed his eyes again, "No matter if he is friend or foe, no matter what he is planning, no matter what he is afraid of, I will never do it again. Get that kid out of my sight."

"You want to take him to the front?"

"right."

"Do you need me to accompany you to the front line?"

"No need." Samwell thought for a while and then refused the witch's company. "You should stay in King's Landing. There must be no chaos in the Red Keep."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When leaving the witch's room, a flash of fish belly white appeared on the eastern skyline.

Dawn is coming.

Samwell was about to go to the restaurant to have something to eat, but when he passed Daenerys's room, he suddenly stopped.

Without knocking, he just pushed the door open and walked in.

Passing through the living room and entering the back bedroom, Daenerys has not yet woken up. In her sleep, she is like a quiet kitten.

Samwell did not step forward, but turned around and walked into the nursery next door.

In the carved cradle, his daughter Rhaenys was lying.

The little girl was also fast asleep, but her round face was covered with beads of sweat, and her skin turned red, as if she was in a furnace.

Seeing this situation, Samwell was not worried.

Because Rhaenys, as a descendant of him and Daenerys, has perfectly inherited the talent of [The Unburnt], this heat will not hurt her at all.

And he knew that the source of this heat was the silver dragon egg that Rhaenys never forgot to hold in her arms while sleeping.

At this time, the scale-like textures on the surface of the dragon egg were emitting green smoke, as if it had been steamed.

A fiery red light spot appeared on the tip of the eggshell, and expanded slowly but surely, as if something was about to erupt from it.

About to hatch?

The corners of Samwell's mouth turned up unconsciously, thinking about whether to wake up the little girl, so as not to let her miss the birth ceremony of her lifelong partner.

However, before he could do anything, Rhaenys woke up on her own.

She opened her big purple eyes, glanced at her father first, and then her eyes were attracted to the dragon egg in her arms, and she could no longer look away.

The little mouth is still babbling, as if to encourage the little friend.

This movement woke up Daenerys. She jumped out of bed and came over wearing thin silk pajamas and bare feet.

"Sam? What's going on?" When she saw the scene in the crib clearly, she exclaimed, "Ah! Is the dragon egg about to hatch?"

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "However, the little guy seems to have encountered some difficulties and has not been able to break out of his shell."

Daenerys walked a few steps quickly, came to her husband, took his arm, and had a trace of worry on her face:

"This dragon egg is the one laid by Viserion. You also know that since he was seriously injured by Euron, Viserion's injury has not healed, and it may have affected future generations. That's why the little guy was born like this difficult."

Not only did Samwell take back the dragon egg that Viserion gave birth to from Braavos, he also brought back the three dragon eggs that the Targaryen family had lost more than a hundred years ago.

Daenerys placed four dragon eggs in front of her daughter and asked her to choose. Unexpectedly, Rhaenys chose the silver dragon egg born by Viserion.

Daenerys also has mixed feelings about this. After all, the silver egg's mother Viserion was in a very bad state when she gave birth to it, which is likely to affect the health of her offspring.

However, Daenerys also respected her daughter's choice and gave her the silver egg.

Unexpectedly, when this dragon egg hatched, it still revealed its weak nature.

Samwell stretched out his hand and pressed it on the dragon egg, and a golden halo emerged from his fingers, spreading like spreading ripples on the surface of the egg shell.

The temperature of the dragon egg suddenly accelerated.

Click——

A crisp and shattering sound was particularly noticeable in the silent room.

"It's coming out!" Daenerys cheered.

Renis also babbled and cheered.

Under the gaze of the three people, a crack appeared on the surface of the dragon egg.

The next moment, countless cracks appeared almost simultaneously, covering the entire egg body in an instant.

Ka Ka Ka!

With a crisp sound, a triangular head covered with silver scales finally broke through the eggshell and came out.

It opened its blood-red eyes, greedily breathed the air outside, and then neighed:

"Gah—"

"Pfft!" Daenerys couldn't help laughing, "This little guy's voice is so ugly."

Samwell could not hide his smile:

"It's not bad. It looks pretty healthy. If your voice is unpleasant, then it's unpleasant. Maybe it will change as you grow up."

The newborn dragon took a look at the surrounding environment, and his scarlet eyes swept over the faces of the three people one by one. Finally, he decisively chose Rhaenys, who he spent time with day and night, and crawled over.

It seems that he has recognized the real owner.

Daenerys watched her daughter and the little silver dragon twist together, and the smile on her face became gentler.

She turned to look at her husband and asked:

"What should I name this dragon?"

Sam Well said:

"What do you suggest?"

Daenerys thought for a while and said:

"Why not call her Meraxes? Rhaenys's mount happens to be silver."

Samwell smiled.

The mount of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the sister of the "Conqueror", was also a silver dragon named Meraxes, named after the ancient Valyrian god.

If he nods, then after three hundred years, the combination of Princess Rhaenys and the silver dragon Meraxes will appear again in the sky of Westeros.

However, the fate of this dragon-riding pair three hundred years ago was not so good.

In the First Dornish War, when Princess Rhaenys rode Meraxes to attack Hellgate Castle, a long iron arrow fired from a ballista on the city wall just hit the dragon's eye, causing one person and one dragon to fall on the spot. , both died.

Having said that, people in this world have never been taboo about naming things like this.

And it can be seen from the naming of the young dragon that Daenerys probably named her daughter Rhaenys in memory of the sister of the "Conqueror".

Samwell didn’t want to disappoint his wife, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's call it Meraxes."

Not sure if he understood his name, the baby dragon stretched its neck and let out a hoarse, rough hiss again, making Rhaenys giggle.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Samwell raised his voice:

"Come in."

After a while, the maid Missandei walked in softly and saluted:

"Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys, Lord Barristan asked me to tell you that the dragon eggs seem to be hatching."

Samwell immediately realized that he was talking about the other three dragon eggs he had brought back from Braavos.

In order to prevent the eggs from being stolen again, he placed the three eggs in the Red Keep, guarded by two Kingsguards personally.

I originally thought that when I had more children, I would let them choose dragon eggs as partners.

Unexpectedly, the dragon egg would hatch on its own before the offspring could be born.

"Let's go take a look," Samwell said.

"Okay." Daenerys picked up her daughter, not forgetting to take the little silver dragon with her, and followed her husband out.

When the group came to the room where the dragon eggs were placed, they saw Margaery already waiting there with Octavian and the little red dragon Yaoyang.

"Sam, Dany." Margaery shouted in surprise after seeing the visitor, "Come and see! There is a dragon egg that is about to hatch!"

Before she finished speaking, she saw cracks appearing on the surface of one of the three dragon eggs placed side by side on the table.

Kaka——

There was a crisp sound, and a small black head broke the eggshell, poked out, and let out a childish neigh:

"Aw--"

"This little guy looks much healthier." Daenerys said, inevitably feeling a little pity for her daughter's choice at the beginning.

"Yes." Margaery agreed, but then she noticed the little silver dragon in Rhaenys' arms, and her eyes were slightly startled, "Huh? Rhaenys's dragon egg has hatched too?"

"Yes. Today is a good day, and two baby dragons were born!"

"Maybe there are more than two." Samwell said, while pointing at the dark blue dragon egg next to the little black dragon.

In the eyes of everyone watching, this dragon egg was actually trembling constantly, as if something was struggling to break out of its shell.

"Really!" Daenerys took a few steps closer, looking at the baby dragon that was about to be born expectantly, "This should be a blue dragon!"

The color of a dragon egg generally indicates the color of the dragon. This blue dragon egg is the most beautiful of all dragon eggs. The surface has countless patterned scales like deep sea whirlpools, which makes people fall into it unconsciously at a glance.

Kaka——

The blue dragon didn't keep everyone waiting too long, and soon broke out of its shell.

As expected, it had dark blue scales, its body looked a bit slender, its golden eyes were quiet and peaceful, and it didn't neigh. It looked like a young dragon with a gentle personality.

"It's so cute." Daenerys couldn't help reaching out and holding the blue dragon carefully in her arms.

If it weren't for a dragon knight who could only have one dragon mount, and she already owned the black dragon Drogon, Samwell suspected that she would have to change her mount.

However, the number of dragons in the Caesar family now exceeds the number of dragon knights. Not to mention these newly hatched baby dragons, even Rhaego and Viserion, who are already capable of fighting, do not have dragon knights yet.

And whether there is a dragon knight or not has a great impact on the combat effectiveness of the dragon.

After all, dragons are beasts with low intelligence. Most of the time they act based on instinct. They are easily angered and teased. When the battle is unfavorable, their first reaction is to run away.

Therefore, if you want to go to the battlefield, you must equip the dragon with a dragon knight.

Unfortunately, not everyone can be a dragon knight.

Possessing the blood of the descendant of the Valyrian Dragon King family is the basic requirement, or someone like Samwell, who has the blood of the open.

Now that the White Walkers are coming, the successive births of giant dragons are indeed news worth celebrating, but the lack of dragon knights is a headache.

These newly hatched young dragons are not capable of fighting anyway, just let them wait for the children of Caesar to grow up.

But Rhaegal and Viserion...

It's fine that Viserion's injury hasn't healed yet, it would be a pity if Rego's strength was wasted.

Thinking of this, the face of Jon Snow immediately appeared in Samwell's mind.

Of course he knew that this kid was actually a hidden Targaryen descendant who could become a dragon knight.

Previously in the North, he appointed the other party as a special envoy and personally handed the sword [Dawn] to Jon as a token. In addition to really needing the other party to urge the northern lords to move south, he also had the idea of ​​​​buying people's hearts.

Samwell felt that going to the Neck this time might allow Jon Snow to try to control Rhaego.

"The last dragon egg doesn't seem to be moving at all," Margaret said.

Samwell retracted his thoughts and looked at the last dragon egg, finding that it was indeed like a stone, placed there quietly without any sign of hatching.

"It seems that this little guy doesn't plan to come out today." Daenerys said, "Let's name the two baby dragons first."

Margaery pointed to the little silver dragon in Renis' arms, and asked:

"Does the silver dragon have a name?"

"Yes, it's called Meraxes."

"Melassis?" Margaery smiled, "It's a good name, it just fits well with Reynis. Sam, what do you think the other two young dragons should be called?"

Samwell looked at the two young dragons in his wife's arms, one black and one blue, and said with a smile:

"With Meraxes, how can we do without Balerion and Vagarhar."

Daenerys nodded happily and said:

"That's right, the three giant dragons of the Conqueror are now 'resurrected'!"

"The color is just right." Margaery also agreed.

"Okay, then call them this name." Samwell reached out and touched the black dragon's little head, "Belerion."

He touched the blue dragon again and said, "Vaghal."

Finally, he held his daughter Reynis and the silver dragon in his arms:

"Melassis."

"Aww—"

The three young dragons neighed at the same time, and in a trance, the three giant beasts of the Targaryen family three hundred years ago seemed to really reappear above the Red Castle.