Chapter 276 Wedding

Although this wedding was a bit rushed, the preparations were still very thorough.

Highgarden, which had just recovered from the war, became a sea of ​​flowers, brocades, and jewelry. The festive atmosphere washed away the remaining gloom and uneasiness, as if indicating that suffering and war were completely gone, and peace and joy would once again become the garden castle. the main theme.

With the help of the maids, Samwell changed into a gorgeous dress, a white fine linen shirt with gold piping on the collar and cuffs, and a black velvet coat with red and gold stripes, embroidered on the chest. Wearing the emblem of a double-headed eagle, the cape is made of the sky blue color of the Caesar family, and the lower body is a pair of loose trousers, with the hem tucked into high black boots.

After dressing up, the maid opened the door and invited the Tully family who were waiting outside.

 “Sam!” Mrs. Melissa Florent hugged her son excitedly and kissed him hard twice on the face, “You are finally married! I am so happy!”

“And you’re marrying the Rose of Highgarden, Miss Margaery!” Tara Tully also ran over and hugged her brother, “Brother, you must be the happiest person in the world today!”

 “Brother, you’re so awesome!” Two younger sisters also jumped up and hugged their brother.

 Finally, it was Lord Randyll Tarly. A rare smile appeared on his cold face. He hugged his son and said:

 “Very good. The Caesar family is finally spreading its branches.”

 Yes, the Caesar family will have a mistress, and in the near future, there will also be an heir.

With excitement and complicated emotions, Samwell comforted his family, and then took his father alone to the small room next door.

"What?" Earl Landau was a little surprised by his son's behavior, "Are you not nervous anymore?"

"Of course not." Samwell sighed, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to his father.

Earl Landau took over and scanned it once, and then frowned:

“Crown Princess Myrcella Baratheon? Whose idea was it?”

"It was Lady Olenna's idea." Samwell's face was gloomy. "I felt something was wrong at the time, but I didn't refuse. I just wanted to see what Lady Olenna would do next, and Prince Doran's reaction... Now, Prince Doran has written back and agreed."

"Of course he will agree. Dorne's current situation is extremely embarrassing. Although he still holds the captives of the Three Realms in his hands, he cannot obtain tangible benefits at all. The Martell family does not have the qualifications and strength to participate in this dispute. Now Send them a queen, and Doran Martell, no matter how cautious he is, will be moved."

Lord Landau changed the subject: "If this matter succeeds, it will indeed lead to an alliance between Dorne, the Riverbend, and the Stormlands. It can even drive the Lannister family out of King's Landing and end the current chaos. But for you In general, it is a sweet trap. If you take the initiative to tell me, you must be aware of it, right? "

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "I killed Joffrey Baratheon with my own hands in Skyreach City. The reason I used was that he was not the blood of the late King Robert and was a false king. If we recognize Messer now, If La Baratheon is qualified to inherit the Iron Throne, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face to himself?”

"Yes, once you recognize Myrcella as queen, then your act of killing Joffrey is not deposing the king, but regicide. At the cost of such a stain on your reputation, get another one from Myrcella The title of Duke of Storm's End may not be very cost-effective."

Samwell let out a long breath, his face getting uglier:

"Did Lady Olenna propose such an idea to weaken my reputation? It's ridiculous that I tried my best to help the Tyrell family quell the civil strife..."

"I told you before. Don't try to be a hero in the Game of Thrones." Lord Randyll said coldly, "Lady Olenna will not be grateful to you for saving Highgarden, nor will she be grateful to you for saving her son. Grandchildren. Not to mention that your own actions caused her most beloved grandson Willas to go to Ancient Oak City as a hostage. All she cares about is the interests of the Tyrell family, but your existence is serious. It threatens the prestige and status of the Tyrell family."

 Samwell did not refute this time. He lowered his head, his eyes flashed, and fell into deep thought.

"Sam! What are you doing in there? The time is almost up, we have to rush to the church!" Mrs. Melissa's voice came from outside.

"Okay, mother, we'll come right away." Samwell responded.

 Earl Landau patted his son on the shoulder and said:

"Get married first. Regardless of Lady Olenna's motives for arranging this queen's coronation, you must hold the chess piece of Margaery Tyrell tightly. If we really fall out in the future, she will It’s your key to entering Highgarden and even controlling the Reach.”

 Samwell nodded silently.

 In fact, regardless of those interests, he really wanted to marry Margaery, and he also believed that she was not involved in Lady Olenna's conspiracy.

Back in Tianji City, he had just killed Joffrey and formed a deadly feud with the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms. Moreover, he did not have a dragon at that time and was only a small baron. Margaery was willing to violate the family's rules. Willing, run away with him without hesitation.

 This kind of friendship deserves to be cherished and protected by Samwell.

 Out of the door, Samwell suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart and smiled again.

 The beautiful high garden looks peaceful and gentle under the dim light of the morning sun.

 The group of people came to the Seven Sacred Church under the leadership of the maid.

There were seven knights waiting in formation on each side of the gate. They had firm eyes and pious expressions. They wore uniform armor and dark green robes. When they saw Samwell, they drew their swords and stood them in front of them. To show welcome.

Behind the knights was the choir, who were singing hymns with the nuns. Several girls from the Tyrell family threw golden rose petals in the air, fell to the ground, and covered the road leading to the church.

Earl Randyll took his wife and daughters around to the small door on the side and entered, leaving the main entrance to Samwell.

At this time, the white dragon Cleopatra suddenly appeared, hovered in the sky several times, and then swooped down.

The hot air stirred up caused the girls to scream and dodge.

It stopped next to Samwell, stretched out its slender neck, and pressed its triangular head against its owner's chest.

　　Samwell patted its rough and fiery scales and motioned for the white dragon to follow him.

　　rang—dang—dang—

 The melodious bells rang, and Samwell slowly walked into the church.

Cleopatra followed behind with her wings, like a best man.

 It's just that it is now quite large. Fortunately, the church door is wide enough, and it can barely pass through.

 The hall is covered with a red carpet, extending from the door to the innermost high platform.

Samwell walked onto the red carpet, as if he was walking on the clouds. He could see the gilded statues of the Father and the Virgin in front of him, one just and one merciful, as if he was watching everything that happened in front of him.

 The church has already gathered many riverside nobles who came to watch the ceremony.

They were looking at the young earl who walked in with either envy or awe.

 This is not only because he is about to marry the Lord of Highgarden, but also because Caesar has proven his strength with victory after victory on the battlefield.

The impregnable Storm's End Castle was captured by this person, and this extremely difficult Reach Rebellion seems to be unable to hinder this person.

People have to believe that Caesar seems to be the chosen one and is destined to become a legend.

 What’s more, he also has a dragon.

Moreover, it is a giant dragon that grows at an extremely astonishing speed.

 In the past, many Riverside nobles felt that this white dragon might not be able to bring much help to Samwell. After all, dragons take time to grow.

 But now it seems that it may not be long before this white dragon can regain the style of "Black Death" Balerion.

 And they may witness the birth of another "conqueror" with their own eyes.

Mrs. Olenna stood in the front row of the crowd, looking at her grandson-in-law with a kind smile on her face.

 Samwell felt her gaze and returned a bright smile.

Mrs. Olenna smiled more and more happily.

 In the eyes of everyone, Samwell came to stand in front of the high platform.

 After waiting for a while, the heroine of the wedding, Margaery Tyrell, finally appeared in everyone's sight, being led by the Duke of Mace.

 She wore an ivory silk dress and a long lace skirt. The skirt was floor-length and gradually expanded with layers of chiffon. It was dotted with golden roses, showing wealth and elegance.

The thin tube top highlights the girl's perfect figure, and her bare shoulders reveal a fair and delicate sheen. In order to cover up the slightly bulging belly, the skirt was specially designed to be looser, but even so, the girl's waist was still too slender to hold.

Wearing a wreath of winter snow roses on her slightly curly long brown hair, a slight hint of cold air escapes and lingers in the girl's hair.

The left hand wearing a white lace glove is holding the hem of the skirt, and the right hand is held by the Duke of Metz. He is stepping into the church door and walking slowly towards Samwell.

While walking, a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs were looming under the skirt, and the red high-heeled shoes inlaid with fine diamonds looked noble and lovely.

 (End of this chapter)