"Three months ago, Holy Light One-Handed hosted a secret wedding for us. You were there too. But now … the blessings are still ringing in my ears, but the person beside me is gone!"
Margaery wore a plain black dress and a black veil that covered her sorrowful face. She held a wine jar the size of a bucket in her arms.
It contained the remains of her husband.
Unfortunately, in the great battle during the day, Victarion was too brave and killed three Other Ghosts in a row. As a result, he was targeted by the Ghoul Corpse Giant.
The giant jumped four or five meters high and landed on Victarion's head with its big foot …
After the battle, when they collected the body, they could only dig out the flesh from the snow pit and put it in the jar.
"Margaery … Aunt Margaery, don't be too sad." Theon struggled to say those words. "The Dragon Queen said that the dead will go to heaven today.
Uncle Victarion did many evil things in the first half of his life. He should have gone to hell with the Atonement Scroll. Now that he's in heaven, it's a blessing. We should all be happy for him. "
"But I'm all alone. It's so hard!" Margaery said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
She did not love Victarion. It was not the first time she attended her husband's funeral, but this was the saddest she had ever been.
But the reason she was sad had nothing to do with Victarion's death. She could find another husband after he died!
She was used to it and was familiar with it.
Maybe she could imitate Nymeria and marry the entire Riverbend into her fief?
Margaery was more sad about her fate.
Ever since Jon passed the crown to Sansa with trembling hands, she had been worried about her future.
That bitch Sansa wouldn't let her get away with it.
Robb was an honest and kind child. When he saw the tears on her face, he said with concern, "Granny Margaery, don't be sad. We will take care of you."
Margaery, who was only thirty, froze when she heard him call her "granny."
She forced a smile. "Robb, you're such a good child!"
Theon glanced at the burning crematorium and whispered, "Aunt Margaret, let's burn uncle's body. The celebration is about to begin."
"Theon, your uncle is dead, but he left behind three inheritances …" Margaery observed Theon's expression from the corner of her eyes.
"A Sea Monster's Horn, an Earl's Domain whose location has yet to be determined, and about two million gold and silver treasures plundered from the High Court.
How do you think we should divide it?
Sigh, we have an orphan and a widow, and you also have a son. It's so difficult! "Margaret wiped her tears.
Theon hesitated for a moment and said, "Pike City is enough for me. The gold and silver were taken from the Tyrell family, so they should belong to you.
The location of the Earl's territory had not been decided yet. Things would definitely be very troublesome in the future, and Auntie would have to work hard to deal with them.
Since Auntie worked hard, it should belong to Auntie.
As for the Sea Monster's Horn … Is that Sea Monster Lun's monster? "
Margaery's face warmed a little. She nodded and said, "You Lun was afraid that the Sea Monster would be eaten by the Dragon Queen's Megalosaurus, so before he went to the King's Landing, he deliberately hid it in the deep trench of the Summer Sea.
There's a horn that can control it, but it needs supernatural power to activate it. "
"Speaking of which, You Lun was once my husband!"
— Fortunately, my father, Balon, died early!
Theon's cheek muscles twitched a few times. He suggested, "Why don't we give the horn to Holy Light Lone Hand to destroy and let the Sea Monster leave the Westeros forever?
Or we can summon the Sea Monster to Dragonstone Island and let the Megalosaurus eat it? "
"Why?" Margaret asked curiously.
"That Sea Monster has eaten a lot of people. It's evil." Theon frowned.
"It's not the Sea Monster that's evil, but the person who controls the Sea Monster. Previously, your uncle used the Sea Monster to drive the fish to the shore! "Margaery said disapprovingly.
Theon said strangely, "But it ate —"
It ate your grandmother, brother, and countless people!
"Aunt Margaery, do as you see fit. As long as you allow Gao Ting and Tiemin to freely choose their future, I won't take a single cent of your inheritance." Theon sighed.
Margaery was relieved that she had easily obtained all of her late husband's inheritance again. She carried the urn and placed it on the crematorium.
Theon followed and placed Victarion's armor beside the urn. Robb took his granduncle's axe.
After lighting the fire, the three of them recited the Stranger's Scripture, begging the stranger not to make things difficult for Victarion's soul and to let him ascend to heaven.
"Theon, I have one more favor to ask of you." Before entering Darry City to attend the banquet, Margaery grabbed her nephew and begged in a low voice, "I have some misunderstandings with Queen Sansa. Can you put in a few good words for me and give me a chance to apologize?"
"I'll try." Theon nodded helplessly.
The banquet was held at Danny's Ribbons. The sun was bright, the wind was gentle, the grass was lush, and flowers were in full bloom. There was good wine and delicious food, singing and dancing.
Queen Sansa was in high spirits. Her crown once again emitted a holy and noble golden light. It was as if she was draped in a thin veil woven with the light of hope. It made people lower their heads and bend their backs subconsciously, feeling reverence and worship in their hearts.
Theon, on the other hand, looked gloomy. He did not fit in with the joyous banquet.
The others also deliberately avoided communicating with him. They only greeted him and left with unnatural expressions. Then, they pointed at him in the corner with their companions.
"Tell me that my decision is correct," he said gloomily to the dwarf who walked over.
The dwarf frowned and said, "Now, you can only ensure that your choice is correct if you believe that your choice is correct. Otherwise, the result will be very bad. "
"Sigh, at least Sansa is really happy. I haven't seen her this happy since father died. "
Theon looked at the queen who was surrounded by stars in the middle of the dance floor and forced himself to show a joyful smile.
It was ugly.
The dwarf's expression was solemn, as if he was worried.
"Your aunt obviously wants you to become the king of the Seven Kingdoms," he said hesitantly.
Theon was stunned and sighed. "I understand her good intentions, but I've already made my decision. You advised me not to be indecisive that day, didn't you?"
"No, I …" The dwarf waved his arms subconsciously, stuttering and not knowing what to say.
He sighed and asked, "Where's Bran?"
"He, he asked Arya to help open the Dimensional Door and take Adolf back to Winterfell. Before he left, he asked me to go with him, but Yergret is still in King's Landing, and the child is about to be born … "Theon said in a daze.
The dwarf's expression changed, and he said worriedly, "The Frost God is dead, and the Long Night is over. The Dragon Queen has become the indisputable King of Gods. She is the controller of fate, or at least the prophet. Do you understand what I mean?"
Theon was stunned, and he said probingly, "The Long Night is over, and the fog on the river of time has dispersed. She … she is like the Three-Eyed Crow, standing between the past and the future."
"Yes!" The dwarf glanced at Queen Sansa subtly, and said in a low voice, "The Dragon Queen knows the future, but she's obviously advising you to accept the crown. What does that mean?"
"What?" Theon shivered.
"If she has good intentions towards you, it means that your future is not good. If she has bad intentions, giving up the crown is the best choice for you. "
The dwarf stared into his eyes. "Tell me, does she have good intentions towards you, or bad intentions?"
Theon revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said bitterly, "I will return to Winterfell as soon as possible. Dozens of kilometers of the Great Wall have collapsed, and it will take decades to repair it. I will be in charge of this huge project. "
The dwarf patted his shoulder, and comforted him with a smile, "My good nephew, my kindness towards you is no less than your Aunt Danny. Don't worry, I will take care of the court. "
.....
Uncle Tyrion was very responsible. For his nephew, he climbed into his nephew's sister's bed that night.
"I'll let you see my treasure, a true treasure!"
Sansa lifted the blanket and stood on the blanket beside the bed. Her snowy skin that was covered in red marks was exposed.
She was not wearing a single piece of clothing, and only wore a crown on her head.
She did not do anything, but the crystal at the tip of the crown sword suddenly emitted a blinding golden light. The golden light was like a solidified liquid, and it quickly flowed down, covering Queen Sansa's entire body.
The golden light receded, and a Valkyrie wearing dragon-scaled golden armor stood on the ground.
The armor was seamless, and there was not a single gap. Even the eyes were inlaid with an ice-blue crystal.
"It can actually turn into armor!" The dwarf sat up in shock. "How's the defense?"
"Forged by the Song of Fire with the characteristics of the first flame, it is half a level stronger than steel. It should have the defense of a Level Five True God."
Sansa's excited voice came from under the armor, and her tone did not change at all.
"Then isn't it invincible?" The dwarf said in disbelief.
"The benevolent are invincible." Sansa sighed, and her excitement subsided. "Only a benevolent and righteous king can activate the armor. The more benevolent the king, the stronger the power.
At its strongest, it can draw on the Holy Mother's divine power limitlessly to defend against all external attacks.
But if it loses the belief to protect the people, the armor will be as fragile as paper. "
"Uh …" The dwarf's expression was strange. "You can activate it, do you really have a benevolent heart?"
"I, I can only activate the armor's basic form," Sansa said awkwardly.
"That's right." The dwarf sighed in relief.
"What do you mean?" Sansa's gaze became dangerous.
"What's the advanced form like?" The dwarf quickly changed the topic.
Sansa glared at him. "The intermediate form can open a pair of golden wings. In the advanced form, the wings can extend limitlessly, and can even cover an entire city to defend against large-scale forbidden spells."
"F * ck, I want it too." The dwarf's eyes were red.
"What do you want it for? Can you activate it? "Sansa smiled coldly.
The dwarf's eyes turned. "Perhaps, I can get my sister to change the activation rules so that the more lewd she is, the stronger the armor?"
"Do you really think that she forged this crown casually?" Sansa glanced at him disdainfully. She removed the armor form and took off the crown, and handed it to the dwarf. "Look carefully."
On the inside of the crown, there was a string of words: The crown of the Human King, the deed of saving the world, worthy of it, bestowed by the gods, seven blessings.
"Only a true Human King is worthy of this crown," Sansa said proudly.
"Are you?" The dwarf blurted out. As soon as he said that, he regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself.
"Ah, seven blessings. The armor is one of the blessings. What are the other six blessings?" He quickly changed the topic, and his voice was especially loud.
The smile on Sansa's face disappeared. Her eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
After a long while, the dwarf pounced over and hugged her. She said calmly, "Even you think that I'm not worthy of being king. What do the others think?"
The dwarf sighed helplessly. "Don't think too much. Let them think whatever they want. The Human King Crown recognizes you as its master with blood. Your genes are engraved in it. From now on, only you and your descendants can become the kings of the Seven Kingdoms. This is fate! The Dragon Queen also promised that she will ensure that your dynasty will continue for ten thousand years. No matter what the others think, it's useless. "
"Are you still going back to the barren lands?" Sansa suddenly asked.
The dwarf was a little confused. He did not expect her to ask this question.
"Why are you asking this?"
"If you go back to the barren lands, I'll make Jon my Hand of the King. What do you think?" Sansa looked down and said.
"Uh, I don't … Try not to go back to the barren lands. If it's Jon, why don't you let him build the Great Wall in the North? "
Sansa's eyes lit up, but she hesitated. "That's not good. I'm still planning to share the Iron Throne with him."
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