Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1081 Long Live Queen Sansa
"Three months ago, Shengguang single-handedly presided over a secret wedding for us, and you were there, but now the blessings are still ringing in my ears, and there is no one beside my pillow at that time!"

Margaery wore a plain black dress, with a black veil covering her sad face, holding a wine jar the size of a bucket in her arms.

It contained the remains of her husband.

Unfortunately, Victarion was too brave during the daytime battle, and killed three different ghosts in a row, only to be targeted by the ghoul giant.

The giant jumped four or five meters high, and the pads landed directly on top of Victarion's head.
At the end of the war, when the corpses were collected, the meat paste could only be dug out of the snow pit and packed in jars.

"Aunt Margaery, don't be too sad," Theon said with difficulty, "The Dragon Queen said that today's war dead will go to heaven.

Uncle Victarion did a lot of evil in the first half of his life, and he should go to hell with the atonement, but now he is in heaven, which is a kind of luck, and we should all be happy for him. "

"But I'm alone, it's very bitter!" Margaery shed two more tears as she said.

She didn't love Victarion, and it wasn't the first time she attended her husband's funeral, but this was the saddest time for her.

But the reason for her sadness has nothing to do with Victarion's death. If a husband dies, can she find another one?

She is used to it, and she is proficient.

Maybe it is possible to imitate Nymeria and marry the entire river bend into his own fiefdom?
Margaery lamented her fate more.

From the moment Jon handed the crown to Sansa with trembling hands, she began to worry about her future.

—that woman Sansa will not let her go.

Robb was an honest and kind child. Seeing the tears on her face, he said with concern: "Grandma Margery, don't be sad, we will take care of you."

Margaret, who was only thirty, froze when she heard "Grandma".

She forced a smile and said, "Robb, you are such a good boy!"

Theon glanced at the blazing cremation altar beside him, and said in a low voice, "Aunt Margery, let's burn uncle's body, the ceremony is about to begin."

"Theon, your uncle died, but left three inheritances." Margaery watched Theon's expression out of the corner of her eye.

"A sea monster horn, an earldom whose location has not been determined, about 200 million gold and silver treasures looted from High Court.

How do you think it should be divided?
Alas, for us orphans and widows, it is difficult for you to bring a son with you! "Margaery wiped her tears vigorously.

Theon hesitated for a moment, then said: "Pike City is enough for me, the gold and silver were originally stolen from Tyrell's house, and should belong to you.

The earldom has not yet selected a location, and things will be very troublesome after that, and my aunt will have to work hard.

Since my aunt did the work, it should belong to my aunt.

As for the horn of the sea monster. Is that sea monster Euron's monster? "

Margaery's face became warmer, and she nodded, "Euron was afraid that the sea monster would be eaten by the Dragon Queen's giant dragon, so before he went to King's Landing, he deliberately left it in the deep trench of the Summer Sea to hide it. .

There is a horn that can control it, but it requires supernatural power to activate. "

"Speaking of which, Euron was my husband too!"

——Fortunately, my father Baron died early!

Theon's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he suggested: "It's better to hand over the horn to Holy Light to destroy it alone, and let the sea monster leave Westeros forever.

Or, summon a sea monster to Dragonstone and have the dragon eat it? "

"Why?" Margaret asked.

"That sea monster ate a lot of people, it's an evil thing." Theon frowned.

"It's not the sea monsters that are evil, but the people who control them. Before, your uncle used sea monsters to drive sea fish to the shore!" Margaery said disapprovingly.

Theon said strangely: "But it ate—"

It ate your grandmother, brother and countless clansmen!
"Aunt Margaery, you can figure it out. As long as you allow the ironmen of Highgarden to freely choose their future, I don't want any inheritance." Theon sighed.

Once again it was easy to get all of her deceased husband's inheritance, Margaery felt a lot more relaxed, holding the jar and placing it on the cremation altar.

Theon followed, laying Victarion's dead armor beside the jar, and Robb carried his uncle's axe.

The fire was lit, and the three of them recited the scriptures of the Stranger together, begging the Stranger not to embarrass Victarion's soul, and let him ascend to heaven.

"Theon, I beg you one more thing." Before entering Darry City to attend the dinner, Margaret begged her cheap nephew in a low voice: "I have some misunderstandings with Queen Sansa, can you give me a good word? A few words, give me a chance to apologize?"

"I'll give it a try." Theon nodded helplessly.

The banquet was held in the Daenerys Belt, the sun was bright, the wind was beautiful, the grass was green, the flowers were in full bloom, the wine and food were delicious, and the singing and dancing was peaceful.

Queen Sansa was in high spirits, and the crown once again exuded a sacred and noble soft golden light, as if she was covered with a tulle woven with the morning light of hope, making people bow their heads and bend down unconsciously, feeling awe and admiration in their hearts.

But Jon looked gloomy, out of tune with the entire joyful venue.

The others also deliberately avoided in-depth communication with him. They only said hello, then left with an unnatural expression, and then pointed at him in the corner with their companions.

"Tell me, my decision is correct." He said sullenly to the dwarf who was coming.

The dwarf frowned and said, "Now you can only make sure that your choice is correct if you firmly believe that your choice is correct. Otherwise, the result will be very bad."

"Well, at least Sansa is really happy. I haven't seen her so happy since Father died."

Looking at the queen surrounded by stars in the center of the dance floor, Jon forced a smile of delight.

Ugly.

The dwarf looked grave and seemed worried.

"Your aunt obviously wants you to be the King of the Seven Kingdoms." He hesitated.

Jon was stunned, and sighed: "I understand her kindness, but I have made a decision long ago, and you advised me not to be indecisive, didn't you?"

"No, I..." The dwarf waved his arms unconsciously, stuttering and not knowing what to say.

Sighing, he asked, "Where's Bran?"

"He, he asked Arya to help open the space door, and brought Hodor back to Winterfell. Before he left, he asked me to come with him, but Yegritte is still in King's Landing, and the child is about to be born." Jon said in a daze. .

The dwarf's complexion changed, and he said worriedly: "The cold god is dead, the long night is over, and the dragon queen has become the undisputed king of gods. She is the controller of fate, at least the predictor, do you understand what I mean?"

Jon was startled, and tentatively said: "The long night is over, and the mist on the river of time has dissipated. She, like the Three-Eyed Raven, lies between the past and the future."

"Yes!" The dwarf cast a veiled glance at Queen Sansa, and said in a low voice, "The Dragon Queen knows the future, but she is clearly persuading you to accept the crown. What does that mean?"

"What?" Jon shuddered.

"If she has good intentions for you, it means that your future may not be very good. If she is not kind, giving up the crown is the best choice for you."

The dwarf stared into his eyes, "Tell me, is she kind to you, or malicious?"

Jon showed a smile uglier than crying, and said with difficulty: "I will return to Winterfell as soon as possible. The Great Wall has collapsed for dozens of kilometers. If it is slowly repaired, it will take decades. I will be in charge of this big project."

The dwarf patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with a smile: "My good nephew, my kindness to you is no less than that of your Aunt Dany. Don't worry, I'm in court."

Uncle Tyrion was very responsible. For his nephew, he climbed into the bed of his nephew and sister that night.

"Let you see my baby, the real treasure!"

Sansa lifted the sheets and stood on the blanket beside the bed, her snow-greasy flesh covered with red marks was directly exposed.

She didn't have any clothes on her body, but she was wearing a crown on her head.

I didn't see what she was doing, a crystal on the top of the crown sword suddenly emitted dazzling golden light, and the golden light seemed to be in a solidified liquid state, flowing down quickly, covering Queen Sansa's entire body.

The golden light subsided, and there stood a Valkyrie in golden armor with dragon scales on the ground.

The armor is perfectly stitched together, completely natural, without a gap, and even the eyes are inlaid with an ice blue crystal.

"It turned into armor!" The dwarf sat up in shock, "How about the defense?"

"The Song of Fire forging with the characteristics of the first fire is half a level stronger than Wagang. It should be the defense of the fifth-level true god realm."

Sansa's excited voice came from under the visor, and the tone didn't change at all.

"That's not invincible?" The dwarf asked in disbelief.

"The benevolent is invincible." Sansa sighed, and the passion subsided, "Only the king of kindness and justice can activate the armor, the stronger the benevolence, the stronger the power.

When it is the strongest, it can infinitely draw the power of the Holy Mother and resist all external damage.

But if you lose the belief in protecting the people, the armor will be as fragile as thin paper. "

"Uh," the dwarf looked strange, "You can activate it, are you really kind?"

"I, I can only activate the primary form of the armor." Sansa said awkwardly.

"That's right." The dwarf breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean?" Sansa's eyes became dangerous.

"What is the advanced form?" The dwarf quickly changed the subject.

Sansa glared at him, "The intermediate form can open a pair of golden wings. In the advanced form, the wings can be extended infinitely, even covering a city, resisting a wide range of forbidden spells."

"Fuck, I want it too." The dwarf's eyes were red.

"What's the use of having it? Can you activate it?" Sansa sneered.

The dwarf's eyes rolled, "Maybe, I can ask my sister to change the activation rules, the more lewd, the stronger the armor?"

"Do you really think she forged this crown casually?" Sansa glanced at him disdainfully, unarmored, took off the crown, and handed it to the dwarf, "Look carefully."

On the inner side of the crown, there is a series of square characters: the crown of the king of men, the merits of salvation, deservedly received, the king's right given by God, and the seven blessings.

"Only the real king is eligible to get this crown." Sansa said proudly.

"Are you?" the dwarf blurted out, and as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Oh, seven blessings. Armor is the first blessing. What are the other six blessings?" He quickly changed the subject, his voice still very loud.

The smile on Sansa's face was restrained, and the emotions in her eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

After a long time, the dwarf rushed over, hugged her to comfort her for a while, and then she said calmly: "Even you think that I am not qualified to be king, what will other people think?"

The dwarf sighed helplessly, "Don't think too much, let them think whatever they want. The human crown drips blood to recognize the Lord, and your genes are engraved in it. From now on, only you and your descendants can become the kings of the Seven Kingdoms. This is destiny! Dragon The queen also promised herself that she will guarantee that your dynasty will continue for ten thousand years, and it doesn't matter what other people think."

"Are you going back to Yidi?" Sansa asked suddenly.

The dwarf was a little dazed, not expecting her to ask this question.

"What do you ask for this?"

"If you go back to Yidi, I will let Jon be my Hand of the King, what do you think?" Sansa lowered her eyes.

"Uh, I don't. Go back to Yidi as little as possible. For Jon, why don't you let him know how to build the Great Wall in the north?"

Sansa's eyes lit up, but she hesitated and said, "This is not good, I plan to share the Iron Throne with him."

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(End of this chapter)