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Dense trees blocked the sunlight, and the crows occasionally sounded in the dark air.

“…You are the heir of the Tully family and a descendant of jungle hunters. How can you not know how to hunt?”

 Samwell\'s vision gradually became clearer, and he saw his father, Lord Randyll Tarly, putting a bow into the hands of a fat boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The child had fear written all over his face.

This fearful expression angered Earl Landau, and he yelled:

 “Go quickly! If you don’t catch anything before dark, you won’t be able to eat anything.”

Samwell watched his young self turn around and walk into the forest with a sad face.

Dappled sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, and the figure of the other self melts like morning mist.

 Is this the green vision? Samwell thought.

 Have you gone back to seven years ago, before you traveled through time?

 “Father…” Samwell tried to call.

 But his voice turned into the caressing of leaves, dissipating in the wind.

Lord Randyll Tarly seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and stared at a huge weirwood tree in the forest for a long time.

 But soon, his figure also disappeared like smoke.

Green came up like a tide, flooding Samwell\'s vision.

 Then the sounds of fighting were heard, and the scene reappeared, turning into a battle team scene.

One side is a knight wearing steel armor, and the other side is a savage wearing animal fur. Blood is everywhere, bones and flesh are flying everywhere, the image changes rapidly, the battle scene melts like ice and snow, and is replaced by a scene of sacrifice.

Hundreds of wildlings knelt in front of the weirwood trees, muttering words, praying to the gods to give them the power of revenge.

Then the scene changed again. A thin and dark savage girl stood on tiptoes and kissed a tall and strong Andal knight.

 The images are still changing, and the trees are shrinking, even turning into saplings, until they disappear into the soil.

 The sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes.

Samwell discovered that this so-called "Green Sight" seemed to be the Weirwood Sight.

No wonder the ancestors carved human faces on the weirwood trees. They were not just a tree, but a window and a pair of eyes.

The "Three-Eyed Crow" has one thousand and one eyes. These eyes are probably not intelligence agents like the "little birds" of the "Eight-Clawed Spider", but one thousand and one weirwood trees.

Samwell\'s vision is currently fixed on a weirwood tree in the forest near Horn Hill, but there is no information he wants to see here. But he didn\'t know how to change the perspective, nor how to "possess" other weirwood trees.

 In desperation, he had no choice but to withdraw his mental power.

Green smoke surged up and then quickly subsided.

 When he opened his eyes again, Samwell had returned to the hall of the Eagle\'s Nest City.

Just now, he secretly learned the "Green Vision" by imitating Bran Stark\'s mental fluctuations, but now it seems that he has only learned part of it.

 Samwell did not dwell on this and got up and returned to the room.

 After resting for a night, early the next morning, he took Bran on the white dragon and continued southward.

 When they finally arrived at King\'s Landing, the sky had turned pitch black and the stars were out.

The white dragon flew over the city, causing a commotion.

 “Your Majesty is back!”

 “The Son of the Seven Gods is back!”

Cheers spread throughout the city along the path of the white dragon\'s flight, like pebbles creating a series of ripples on the lake.

When Samwell landed in the Red Keep, Captain Barristan Selmy of the Kingsguard was already waiting there.

 “Your Majesty, welcome back.”

 Samwell pointed to Bran and Hodor behind him and ordered:

“This is Bran of House Stark, and his servant Hodor. Please arrange for them to stay in the Red Keep.”

"yes."

 Then Samwell strode towards Maegor\'s Tower and asked at the same time:

 "Are Daenerys and...the little princess okay?"

 “Your Majesty the Queen is well, and the little princess is also in good health.”

 “That’s good.” Samwell quickened his pace and walked towards Daenerys’ room.

 The closer he got, the more excited Samwell became.

　　咚咚—

 Knocked lightly on the door, but got no response.

Ser Barristan reminded in a low voice:

“Your Majesty, the queen and the little princess have gone to bed very early in the past few days.”

 Samwell was a little disappointed, but he still nodded and decided to see his daughter tomorrow.

The moment he turned around, the door suddenly opened.

 “Sam! You’re back!”

 A warm and soft body rushed forward, and Samwell quickly hugged her, quickly found her red lips, and gave her a kiss.

 “Sorry, I missed my daughter’s birth.”

"It doesn\'t matter." Daenerys smiled, "You are the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and you have more important things to do. By the way, how is the situation on the Great Wall? Are the White Walkers really coming?"

"The White Walkers are here. But the condition of the Great Wall is not bad. The wildlings have already entered. The White Walkers seem to be afraid of something in the Great Wall and do not dare to attack. Let\'s go in and talk. It\'s cold outside."

　　Samwell then noticed that Daenerys was only wearing a silver silk nightgown, and hurriedly carried her into the room.

 The fireplace inside the house is burning, and the heat dissipates the chill of winter.

The smell of amber and flowers fills the air with a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

 “Where’s the little guy?”

 “Asleep in the inner room.”

 Daenerys\'s snow-white and exquisite feet stepped on the wool carpet, holding her husband\'s hand, and walked towards the nursery in the back room.

Samwell subconsciously held his breath and slowed down his heartbeat, for fear of waking up the little princess from her sleep.

She has the same black hair as Samwell, thick and curved eyelashes, her eyes are closed, and she is sleeping soundly. Her chubby little face is so cute that people can\'t help but want to pinch it.

 “She’s so pretty,” Samwell couldn’t help saying.

“Are you prettier than me?” Daenerys hugged her husband from behind with both hands, her delicate chin resting on his shoulders, and asked softly.

 “Just as good-looking.”

As if dissatisfied with her husband\'s answer, Daenerys snorted, turned him over to face her, and said coquettishly:

 “Let’s see again?”

 Samwell grinned silently:

 “You are better looking.”

　　Daenerys then kissed her with satisfaction.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

 Samwell pushed his wife away slightly: "Are you feeling inconvenient now?"

"I think it\'s okay." Daenerys put her arms around her husband\'s neck and said, "Take me to bed, Sam."

 Samwell picked her up by the waist:

 “Then don’t scream out.”

Daenerys bit her red lips and smiled coquettishly:

“Then let’s go next door.”

 …

 The next morning, at dawn, Daenerys woke up from her sweet sleep.

 Opening his eyes, he found that he was alone on the big feather bed.

She hugged the soft goose down quilt and stretched her body lazily, with a happy blush on her face, as if she was recalling the passionate indulgence after reuniting with her lover after a long separation last night.

 But soon, Daenerys got out of bed and came to the next room.

Sure enough, he saw Samwell half-kneeling in front of the baby\'s cradle, motionless.

Daenerys looked at the man\'s thick back, and a burst of warmth and sweetness surged in her heart again.

 She walked over lightly, knelt down beside her husband, and asked in a low voice:

 “She’s not awake yet?”

"Not yet." Samwell tilted his head and kissed his wife\'s hair. "After all, I woke up twice last night."

Daenerys rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and said:

 “You haven’t given her a name yet.”

 Samwell thought for a moment and said:

 “It’s better that you come and get it.”

 “Really?” Daenerys glanced at her husband suspiciously.

"Um."

　　When Samwell named his first son Octavian when he was born, he was actually determined to make him his heir.

However, people in this world obviously fail to understand the meaning of this name, and instead find this name too weird.

Margaery also asked Samwell privately if Octavian was the name of an ancestor of the Tully family.

Having learned this lesson, and not having too many requirements for his daughter, he only wanted her to grow up healthy and happy, so this time Samwell simply gave up the naming rights to his wife.

After thinking for a moment, Daenerys said:

 “Let’s call her Rhaenys.”

Rhaenys is a common female name among the Targaryens.

Rhaegar Targaryen’s daughter, Daenerys’ niece, was named this, but unfortunately she died in the Reaver War.

 The most famous Rhaenys Targaryen is of course the sister and queen of Aegon the Conqueror.

However, Rhaenys, the Targaryen family, is also quite famous. She is the eldest daughter of Aemon, the eldest son of Jaehaerys I. She is also known as the "Uncrowned Queen" and almost became the first person to sit on the Iron Throne. of women.

Samwell didn’t know which Rhaenys Daenerys wanted to honor by naming her daughter, but he didn’t ask.

“Rhaenas is a good name.” He smiled and nodded, agreeing with the name.

 The little princess in the cradle seemed to hear her name, turned over, and woke up.

Then loud cries echoed in the room.

 Daenerys quickly picked up her daughter, rocked her gently, and breastfed her.

 Samwell tried to help, but his wife kicked him out.

“It’s time for you to meet Margaery and Octavian,” she said, “and Sarah, whose fiancé has been missing for so many days.”

 Samwell had no choice but to bid farewell to his wife and daughter for the time being, wash up and then go to Margaery\'s palace.

She had also just gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her brown curly hair was pulled up in a loose and casual style, and her delicate makeup was reflected in the silver mirror. When she saw her husband coming in, Margery immediately turned back and showed a delighted smile:

 “Sam, you’re back.”

“Well, I came back yesterday to see Dany and Rhaenys.” Samwell stepped forward and kissed his wife.

　　"Rhaenas? Is this the name of the little princess? It\'s quite good."

 “Where is Octavian?”

"inside."

 Samwell walked through the front hall and came to the bedroom, and saw his son staggering beside the bed chasing the red dragon.

Seeing his father, Octavian was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and ran over awkwardly.

Samwell stepped forward, picked up his son, and said with a smile:

 “Everyone is leaving!”

Margery also walked in: "Yes, at first I crawled to chase the sun, and then I suddenly ran away on two legs. You haven\'t had breakfast yet, right?"

"No."

 “I asked them to prepare.”

"good."

Seeing that the little master stopped chasing him, the red dragon also flapped its wings and flew over, circled Samwell, and finally stopped on his shoulder, teasing Octavian with its long neck.

 If possible, Samwell would like to stay in such a warm and simple scene forever. Unfortunately, he still has seven kingdoms to rule.

“How is your investigation into the theft of the dragon egg going?”

 He walked to the table, where the servants had already placed a sumptuous meal.

 Margery took her son from her husband\'s arms, handed it to the wet nurse, and then said:

"It didn\'t go well. We searched the whole city and found no trace of the dragon eggs. Bruce Antalion, the son of the Sea King, also seemed to have disappeared from the world."

 “Gavin didn’t find Bruce either?”

“No.” Margaery gave her husband a glass of milk. “But Gavin found a few travelers who passed by Rhaenys Hills at that time. According to what they said, they had indeed seen Bruce coming out of the ruins of the dragon’s lair.”

Margery paused, and then said in an emphatic tone: "Alone."

 Samwell nodded thoughtfully:

“Even though King’s Landing is under blockade, we still can’t find this person. It seems like this Bruce is quite capable.”

Margaery said:

“Gavin suspects that Bruce Antalion is disguised as a faceless man. Only in this way can he change his face at will and avoid being hunted by soldiers.”

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Samwell shook his head firmly:

 “Bruce Antalion is not a Faceless Man.”

Seeing Margaery\'s doubtful eyes, he explained again:

“The Faceless Man uses witchcraft to change his face. If Bruce is the Faceless Man, I will know it when we first meet him.”

Margaery nodded, but then she showed a more puzzled expression:

“Then how did he evade our search? Even Gavin’s hundreds of little birds couldn’t find him.”

Samwell said nothing. He cut off a piece of sausage with an expressionless expression and put it into his mouth to chew.

 After a moment, he spoke again and said:

 “It appears this was a well-planned operation.”

Margery bit her red lips lightly and asked:

"The key is who planned it? Is it the King of the Sea? But what good will it do to him to offend us?"

 Samwell took a sip of milk and said:

“Maybe I’ll find out when I get to Braavos.”

 “Are you leaving again?” Margaery looked reluctant.

 Samwell held his wife\'s hand, sighed, and said:

 “I’m sorry. I can’t rest now…”

"I understand." Margery quickly regained her composure and smiled again, "You still want to save the world."

Samwell shrugged: "If possible, I would actually like to take you to an uninhabited island and live quietly."

Margaery covered her mouth and smiled:

"How can that be done? There must be a king on the Iron Throne."

 (End of this chapter)