"Lady Olenna promised to not interfere . " Samwell's face was filled with uncontrollable surprise.
Margaery smiled and said, "Yes, my grandmother promised. So the next thing is to see if you can convince enough nobles of the Reach to make my father change his mind."
"Don't worry! As long as Lady Olenna doesn't intervene, we are almost 100% sure!" Samwell said excitedly.
Without the intervention of the "Queen of Thorns", if they can't handle the "almighty ", then they should stop playing , go home, and wash their necks to wait for the old lion .
"You really did a great job this time!" Samwell hugged Margaery tightly in his arms, his tone becoming ambiguous, "I will reward you well!"
As he spoke, he was about to carry the girl into his room.
But Margaery broke free with a smile and said, "This is Highgarden; let's not be so blatant, or it will leave a bad impression on my family."
"Okay."
Samwell also respected Margaery wish, so he didn't insist.
"Then I'll go back first, you should rest early."
Margaery gave the man a gentle kiss, and then floated away.
Watching the graceful figure of the girl disappear at the end of the corridor, Samwell felt a little lost.
Back in the room alone, but still no sleepiness.
Cleopatra had already curled up into a ball, covering her eyes with her slender tail, and fell asleep.
He laid dry on the bed for a while, tossed and turned but didn't fall asleep, so he got up and went for a walk.
At this time, the night was dark, and the cold moonlight sprinkled over the courtyard like flowing water, covering the stone sculptures, fountains, and roses in the courtyard with a layer of elegant tulle.
Samwell walked aimlessly, along the uninhabited path, and unknowingly came to the godswood.
There are mostly oak and cypress trees in the forest, and the luxuriant branches were like giant umbrellas.
The deeper Samwell walked into the forest, the more he could feel the tranquility and peace.
"Who?" A voice suddenly sounded.
"Samwell Caesar."
Samwell took a few steps forward and saw a thin man sitting in a wheelchair under a huge weirwood.
He had a moustache , his face somewhat similar to Margaery's, with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his face.
"Good evening, Sir Willas." Samwell recognized the eldest son of the Duke Mace.
"Good evening, Baron Caesar," Willas said,
"Can't sleep?"
"Yes. So came out for a walk and enjoy the beautiful Highgarden."
Samwell fixed his eyes on the weirwood in front of him and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that there are heart trees in the godswood in Highgarden."
Vilas explained, "They are called 'Three Wingers'. Legend has it that 'Green Hand' Garth planted them himself, so even though we have converted to the Seven Gods, they have been preserved until now."
It was only then that Samwell noticed that these were three weirwoods, and because the branches were intertwined, they looked like a giant heart tree.
Huge human faces were carved on the trunks of the three trees, and the red juice flowed down like weeping blood.
Seeing them, Samwell suddenly remembered the illusions he saw when he put on the [Time] armor, especially those heart trees outside the Wall , and the beautiful woman who was like a snow and ice sculpture.
"Margaery really likes you." Willas voice brought Samwell back from his thoughts.
"I like her very much too." Samwell said frankly.
Now that he has a dragon, how can he keep a low profile?
If he declares that he has no ambitions all over the world, who would believe it? Would the strategists just watch his dragon grow up and become another "conqueror" one day?
"To be honest, Sam, I support my little sister marrying you." Willas said suddenly.
"Thank you for your approval." Samwell said sincerely, "It would be great if you were the Lord of Highgarden."
Willas smiled and shook his head, and said, "I know you have resentment against my father. Sometimes he really can't turn his head around, and he pays too much attention to immediate interests and can't see the long-term. But Sam, the move of the four of you to come to Highgarden together is really too much. This will only intensify the conflict."
Samwell said nothing.
This is the difference in position, and he doesn't want to argue with his future uncle.
Willas was not angry either, his tone was still gentle: "After all, you are a noble of Reach, and my father's vassal. When he comes back, have a better attitude, admit your mistake, and Margaery persuasion may be able to make father change his mind."
"Thank you for your suggestion." Samwell said lightly.
His coat of arms is a double-headed eagle, and his pet is a white dragon. How can he beg for mercy from an 'Almighty' like a dog?
I don't know if he saw Samwell's perfunctory, but Willas didn't say much and slowly left.
The woods became quiet again, only the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the breeze.
Samwell and the three heart trees in front of him looked at each other for a long time, his thoughts wandering.
...
After waiting in Highgarden for three days, Duke Mace finally returned with his army.
In addition to the nobles of the Reach, Jaime Lannister, the "Kingslayer," came back with him.
Samwell immediately understood that the attitude of the 'Almighty' was still in favor of the Lannister family.
Is the old lion so attractive to this guy?
However, he was not worried; after all, he was not fighting alone this time.
A week later will be the annual hunting party, when the nobles of the Reach will gather in Highgarden , it will be the time for a formal showdown.
In the past few days, Randyll Tarly, Mathis Rowan, and Alekyne Florent have not been idle and have been contacting the nobles of the Reach who have arrived in Highgarden, testing their attitudes.
On the surface, Highgarden looked calm, but in fact, it has already undercurrents.
After all, Samwell was still too young and had no contacts, so he just drank tea with Margaery and took a walk to tease the white dragon.
He seems to be doing nothing, but he is actually showing off his two greatest strengths - Margaery's love and dragon.
As long as the Reach nobles see these two points from time to time, they can be subtly influenced.
The Duke Mace seems to have made up his mind to ignore Samwell, never summoned him alone, and pretended not to have this person at the banquet.
Samwell didn't bother to take care of the 'almighty' , so he didn't even take the initiative to meet him.
The day before the hunting meeting began, Lord Leyton Hightower, Lord of the Old Town, arrived at Highgarden, and Samwell came to visit him in person.
"Sam, long time no see!" Earl Layton greeted him warmly as soon as he saw him, his tone also kind.
"Lord Layton, long time no see." Samwell felt that the attitude of the towering old man was very good, and his confidence immediately doubled.
Since Earl Layton specifically said that he wanted to meet the dragon, Samwell brought Cleopatra with him during his visit this time.
The white dragon squatted quietly on his shoulder, with its slender tail wrapped around his left arm.
But upon entering the room, Cleopatra suddenly became agitated and hissed at a candle.
It was only then that Samwell noticed a tall black candle on the wooden table in the center of the room.
It was the only light source in the room, and looked uncomfortably bright and disturbing.
The color of the flame was strange, white as new snow, yellow like molten gold, red like flames, but the shadow it left was so black, like a black hole that sucked all the light.
"This is?" Samwell had already guessed what it was, and just wanted to confirm it.
"Glass candle." Earl Layton said, "Some people call it obsidian, or dragon crystal, frozen fire."
Sure enough, it is.
Samwell knew that the most important role of Dragonglass in the world of Game of Thrones is that it can be used to deal with the white walkers .
In the original book, he himself killed the White Walker with a dragonglass dagger, thus earning the title of "Sam the slayer."
Samwell walked closer and carefully looked at this magical glass candle.
It was three feet tall, as thin as a sword, with a spiral edge as sharp as a knife, emitting an inexplicable light.
"What burns it?" asked Samwell.
"What fuels the dragon's flame?" Earl Layton asked back.
"Magic?"
"Yes." Earl Layton sat on the chair, motioning for Samwell to take a seat, "Valyrian magic is based on blood and fire.
Legend has it that using this kind of glass candle, the wizards of the ancient dragon empire's sight can even travel across mountains, oceans, and deserts, and they can enter other people's dreams to display illusions or exchange information across half the world."
"Do you know this kind of magic?" Samwell became more and more curious.
Earl Layton shook his head: "This kind of magic has been lost. Before the tide of magic subsided, it also took away too many ancient mysteries. Fortunately, now, with the arrival of a new wave of magic, they will also reappear in this world. Just like your dragon."
Cleopatra was still staring at the glass candle, her eyes showing closeness.
Is this a closeness to homologous magic?
Samwell suddenly had an idea - what would happen if the white dragon devoured the dragon glass?
The glass candle in front of him belonged to Earl Layton, so of course Samwell couldn't use it as food for White Dragon.
But dragon glass are actually not uncommon. There are many dragon glass on Dragonstone Island, but because the White Walkers have not appeared for thousands of years, dragon glass have not been taken seriously and are regarded as ordinary stones.
However, Samwell felt that the dragon glass should not be able to accelerate the growth of the dragon, otherwise the Targaryen family should have discovered this secret long ago.
But seeing the performance of the white dragon, Samwell felt that he could still send someone to Dragonstone Island to dig some dragon glass and come back to try.
Even if Cleopatra doesn't eat it, he can eat it himself to see if it can add attributes.
"Actually, it's not just you." Earl Layton looked at the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder with piercing eyes, "Someone also hatched dragon's on the continent of Essos across the narrow sea."
"Who?" Samwell said, pretending not knowing .
Earl Layton slowly spit out a name: "Daenerys Targaryen."
[END]