Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"No more."

“What about foie gras and steak?”

"It's all gone."

Samwell couldn't help but suspect that this was the instruction of the hostess Margaery. The woman just didn't want to see him continue eating.

But people had to lower their heads under the eaves, and Samwell had no choice but to shrug helplessly, and was about to give up, but suddenly found that the food in front of Margaery had not moved at all:

"Your Majesty the Queen, I see that your appetite is not very good today. If you don't mind, can you give me the food in front of you?"

Because she was only thinking about how to "formulate", the food on Margaery's table was not touched at all.

"Sure, if you don't mind."

On the bright side, Margaery still pretended to be generous, after all, what she wanted to know hadn't been revealed yet.

But seeing the other party snatching the food from his mouth, "Little Rose" was filled with anger and secretly gritted her teeth. This fat man had gone too far!

Samwell smiled and saluted: "How could I dislike this gift from Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Ah."

Margaery pretended to smile, "You don't have to call me queen, just call me Margaery. I'll also call you Sam..."

This bright and charming "Rose of Highgarden" is not only smart, but also has high emotional intelligence and is very good at building relationships with people.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen..."

"As you command, Your Majesty the Queen..."

Margaery's little face turned completely dark.

Is this fat man really stupid, or is he just too lazy?

Wait until the maid brings all the food to Samwell.

Margaery winked and asked everyone to leave.

She actually walked over to Samwell herself and sat down next to him.

The fat man was flattered and quickly stood up and saluted.

"You are my guest today. You don't have to be so polite. Let's have a drink first."

Margaery raised the silver wine glass and handed it to Samwell, with a gentle smile and a delicate manner.

Previously, the two of them communicated across a long oak table.

Nowadays, we almost chat face to face.

The "Rose of Highgarden" has an excellent figure. The silk waist skirt highlights every ups and downs of her body and weaves into addictive curves.

Just by looking at it, Samwell could feel his desire swelling.

Of course, he still showed the image of a cowardly fat man. When facing "Her Majesty the Queen," his face showed the nervousness and fear that he should have, as well as the surprise that he tried his best to hide.

Seeing the fat man's helpless appearance under her charm, Margery raised the corners of her mouth slightly, feeling that she had gained back [-]%.

She asked: "Sam, why did Lord Domeric Bolton, Hand of the King, call you back from the Wall?"

"Dear Miss Margaery, I...I don't know either." Samwell scratched his head.

"I guess he must appreciate your wisdom."

"wisdom?"

"Yes, you look like a wise person." Margery said something that even made her sick.

"Your Majesty, no, Miss Margaery, you are so ridiculous!" Samwell giggled.

"My intuition is always very accurate!" Margaery pursed her lips and smiled:

"Then wise Sir Samwell, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

When Samwell heard this, he immediately became alert.

They say "there is no free lunch in the world".

Obviously, this "Rose of Highgarden" treated herself to a feast for no reason, so it certainly wouldn't be free.

However, the meal has already been eaten, and it is still on their territory.

Although this kind of questioning is a bit aggressive, it is better than having a knife to your neck.

Of course, Samwell did not dare to refuse, so he said: "Please tell me."

"Lord Domeric Bolton sent you as an envoy to Bitterbridge. Apart from negotiating peace with His Majesty Renly, do you have any other tasks?"

Margery's eyes were full of inquiry.

"This..." Samwell fell silent and stopped talking.

"Sam, you are a member of the Tully family and have been loyal to the Tyrell family for generations. Now that you are facing my question, why should you hesitate?"

Margaery came closer with a smile. The upper body of the silk waist dress had a bold hollow design.

The girl's delicate collarbone and the small, milky white snow on one side are exposed, which is cute and attractive.

She was so far away just now that she didn't realize it, but now Margaery was almost pressed against Samwell's body, giving the fat man an unobstructed view with her condescending gaze.

"Tell me, Sam.

What is the 'Hand of the King' Domeric Bolton planning? "

The two were so close that Samwell could clearly smell the elegant and sweet fragrance of the girl.

In the quiet and airtight uninhabited space, there is a trace of ambiguity flowing.

It was as if he could embrace this Highgarden rose if he opened his arms.

"That was before, when I was deprived of my identity as the heir of the Horns and forced to join the Night's Watch, I was no longer a member of the Tully family..."

Samwell resisted the temptation and explained slowly:

"What's more, Lord Domeric sent us as envoys to Kuqiao just for peace, and there is no other conspiracy at all!"

He is not an idiot. When a beauty seduces her, he will explain everything at once.

Samwell could even imagine that once he'd given everything away.

What awaited him was not the hospitality of the nobles or the courtesy of the queen, but the dark dungeon of the castle.

"I don't believe it."

Margaery deliberately showed a coquettish expression, "Domeric Bolton sent you as an envoy to Bitterbridge. He must have his purpose. Tell me..."

"Miss Margaery." Samwell spread his hands, "I really didn't lie to you."

"really?"

"True than gold."

Margaery looked at Samwell steadily for a while, shook her head and sighed, her tone became extremely solemn and said:

"Sir Samwell, you know that you will only bring misfortune to yourself..."

Seeing that seduction failed, Margaery changed to a method of intimidation.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall was so dull that water dripped from it.

"Wait, Miss Margaery, no, Her Majesty the Queen."

Samwell's head broke into a cold sweat.

He was not afraid of Margaery competing with him under the table, but he was afraid of Margaery lifting the table, which was much more primitive and bloody.

"I made an oath before the gods not to reveal information about the mission...but if the gods agree, I am willing to tell you everything I know."

Conditional loyalty is not loyalty!

Hearing Samwell's words, Margaery smiled with satisfaction, her intimidation method was successful.

If I had known her earlier, it wouldn't have been so troublesome!

"Oh, then how can the gods agree to let you tell me that information?" Margery said with interest.

"It's easy!"

Samwell took out a silver coin from his pocket and said, "I will toss this silver deer and you and I will guess whether it is heads or tails."

"Guess pros and cons?" Margery frowned, "That's it?"

Margaery complained in her mind, but there was no expression on her face.

"I swear in the name of the gods:

Miss Margaery, if you guess correctly and prove that the gods are on your side, I will tell you everything I know without reservation.

On the contrary, it proves that the gods hope that I will maintain my oath..."

"Oh." Margaery covered her mouth and smiled.

I didn’t expect Samwell to associate the two sides of the silver coin with the gods, but it’s interesting!

If it were a coin toss and guessing heads or tails, Margery would have a half chance of winning.

Assuming she guessed correctly, Samwell would have to tell him everything he knew.

On the other hand, even if she guessed wrong.

Margaery was still able to continue to use coercion to force Samwell into submission.

At this moment, she was like a hunter staring at her prey. No matter how much Samwell jumped, he could not escape from her grasp.

"Okay, let the gods decide, let's start now." Margery said impatiently as she waited for the fat man to toss the coin.

"The specific rules are a little more complicated than simply tossing a coin, but it's actually very simple."

Seeing that Margaery agreed, Samwell continued to explain:

“The head of this silver deer is upright and the emblem is reversed.

We each choose a sequence of three consecutive 'coin tosses', such as heads, heads, tails, heads and tails.

I will keep flipping coins until I get a result that fits the sequence.