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  »In the soft morning light, Daenerys stepped down from the pyramid.

She was wearing a pure white silk dress with a pearl embellished ribbon around her waist, and her long silver-gold hair was coiled into a Westeros unique lady's bun.

The new Green Maiden once expressed the hope that the Dragon Queen could wear the toka robe of Giss to go to the Temple of Grace to attend the wedding, but was resolutely rejected by Samwell.

Daenerys also hates tokar robes, but it's also hard to find gorgeous Westerosi court dress in Slaver's Bay, and she can only make do with a simple white silk dress.

The bottom of the Great Pyramid is always dark, and the thick walls cut off the noise and heat of the street.

The wedding convoy has been assembled. After all, the queen just "married" a few days ago, and everyone is familiar with it.

Daenerys heard the old knight report softly as she climbed onto the carriage with Ser Barristan's help:

"Your Majesty, Prince Quentyn of Dorne died late last night."

Daenerys was a little surprised that the prince could hold on for so long, but after being burned by the dragon flame, perhaps death was a relief for him.

"Don't make things difficult for them, let Quentyn's bones go back to Dorne." I'll be back soon, too, Daenerys thought.

"Yes." Ser Barristan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more.

Daenerys could guess what he was thinking, the old knight didn't want her to marry Caesar, and neither did Ser Jorah.

However, Ser Jorah did it out of personal interest, so Daenerys sent him to guard the gates early in the morning so that he would not talk nonsense.

As for Ser Barristan's opposition, it was out of his insistence on Targaryen orthodoxy.

He wants to see Daenerys on the Iron Throne.

Unfortunately, after experiencing the chaos in Yunkai and Meereen, Daenerys has lost confidence in her ability to rule.

"His Majesty..."

"Sorry, I let you down."

Daenerys interrupted Ser Barristan as he spoke.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but the old knight didn't say anything after all.

Having been the Kingsguard for so many years, Barristan has long been used to being the silent shadow behind the king. The idea of ​​persuading him just now is already a kind of arrogance for him. He closed his mouth.

The gate opened, and the convoy walked into the sunshine surrounded by the crowd.

The black dragon Drogon flew down from the top of the pyramid, hovered over the convoy, and used his body to help Daenerys block the scorching sun.

The road to the Temple of Grace was thronged with Meereenese, cheering fervently for the fair queen. The restoration of slavery this time did not change their love for the Dragon Queen.

Daenerys waved to the crowd on the chariot, but shame and self-blame could not be suppressed in her heart.

I will be back again. She made a solemn promise in her heart.

The convoy slowly passed through Meereen, and the Temple of Grace finally appeared in front of it. The golden dome was shining in the sun, and the white dragon Cleopatra was circling in the sky. When she saw the team, she flew over, flapping her wings and flapping the scorching heat. The wind welcomes.

The Green Maiden waits outside the temple gate, surrounded by her sisters, dressed in white, red and blue robes.

After a catastrophe, the number of saintesses has been reduced by more than half compared to last time.

And the smiles on their faces were a bit forced, and Daenerys guessed it was because of her dress or her faith.

Fortunately, she doesn't care what they think.

With Ser Barristan's support, Daenerys stepped down from the chariot, raised her skirt with both hands, and climbed up.

On the colored brick stairs, Samwell was looking at her with a smile.

A shy but warm smile appeared on Daenerys' face, and she involuntarily quickened her pace.

Amidst the chants of the saintesses, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the two met at the top of the stairs, embraced and kissed each other.

Samwell supported Daenerys' waist and led her into the Temple of Grace.

The temple is filled with thick incense, and the Ghiscari gods loom in the shadows of the shrines.

The saints brought out an ivory chair and a golden bowl.

Samwell picked her up, put her on the chair, untied the sandals, and washed her feet.

Daenerys giggled uncontrollably as the warm, creamy balm ran over her toes.

At the same time, she stretched out her hands to cup the man's face.

From now on, this will be my husband. she thought softly.

My only family member, my last support.

After washing her feet, Samwell dried her with a soft towel, put her sandals back on, and helped her to stand up.

The Green Maiden stepped forward holding two golden chains, binding Samwell and Daenerys' wrists and ankles together.

Afterwards, she said some congratulations in Ghiscari, but unfortunately the two newcomers didn't understand much.

The Green Maiden finally announced in the Common Tongue of Westeros that the two were officially married under the witness of the Ghiscari gods.

Samwell kissed his wife again, and led her out of the temple to the cheers of the crowd.

After the ceremony, the two returned to the Great Pyramid in the same chariot, where a sumptuous banquet had been prepared.

Musicians played strange tunes with bells, airbags, and tambourines, and thirty-three naked dancers danced the ancient courtship dance.

Wine flowed, and the new nobles of Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen cheered in awe at the union of the blood of the two true dragons.

The Dothraki also sent messengers.

In fact, they were invited by the Yunkai people to attack Meereen, but after seeing the collapse of the Yunkai army, the Dothraki also withdrew their troops.

It seems that the current Kaa is quite sensible, knowing that there are Unsullied guards, and Meereen is impenetrable. If they attack by force, they may only repeat the mistakes of the Battle of Qohor.

What's more, the Dothraki only want to do the slave trade. Now that Meereen has restored slavery, they have no motive to attack.

In addition, Valentis, Guzai, New Ghis, Qarth... many city-states near Slaver's Bay have also sent envoys, but, compared to celebrating the wedding of Samwell and Daenerys, they More were cheering the resumption of the slave trade.

"Dear Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys." Xaro from Qarth was especially excited, "Please allow me to bring the gift of the Thirteenth Giants!"

He brought the two newcomers to the window, pointed to a huge fleet on Slaver Bay in the distance and said:

"There are one hundred and thirty sea ships here, which can take tens of thousands of people across the ocean to Westeros. Moreover, three of the sea ships are gifts for you. After arriving in Westeros, you don't have to follow The fleet returns."

"Oh? Which three?" Daenerys asked with a smile.

"The large merchant ships 'Cedurion', 'Summer Sun' and 'Jacic Yoso' will serve as witnesses of the friendship between Qarth and the True Dragon family."

"Thank you Qarth for your generosity." Samwell said with a smile.

Dragons have three heads, Daenerys thought, and said, "Now that they're ours, I'm going to rename them."

"As you wish," said Xaro, "what name do you prefer?"

"Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar." Daenerys looked into Samwell's eyes, and announced the names of the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, "Written in gold paint Painted hulls, at least three feet high. I want everyone who sees them to know: The real dragon is back!"

"Okay!" Samwell laughed loudly, put his arms around his wife's waist,

"They will take the Unsullied, they will bring the dragons, they will bring blood and fire."

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