Daenerys chooses to be silent. Whether it is appearance or personality, Margaery is too much like a queen.
She stared at the other person blankly, thinking that she had no merit except for her appearance, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Margaery swam to Daenerys and soaked their entire bodies in the water with her.
"What do you think about what I said before?"
Daenerys looked over in confusion, "What?"
Margaery's upper body rose out of the water. She raised her hand and splashed water on Daenerys's face. The movement was too large and the waves suddenly became rough.
She whispered, "Have you forgotten? You and I are both queens."
Daenerys turned away shyly, "Why would you be willing?"
Margaery squatted down again and got closer. "Because I feel a little guilty in my heart. Luke·Stark is a good man, but I don't love him, but I want to occupy his back position. You should like her, right? So we have divided, the man belongs to you, and the rights belong to me."
Daenerys hesitated, her purpose was not pure, "I... want to become His Majesty Luke's queen, also to let Targaryen's surname re-enter Red Keep."
Margaery smiled mischievously, "Oh? Don't you love him too? Alas, the infinitely beautiful King in the North is really sad. He is about to have the two most beautiful women in Westeros, but neither of them is sincere to him."
Daenerys also couldn't figure out what she was thinking. She felt that sometimes she wanted to stay with Gary, and sometimes she felt that restoring Targaryen Dynasty was more important than anything else.
For this reason, she even considered leaving the North.
But after all, she couldn't let go of sister Dragon, Tysha, or Gary, so she chose to stay.
"Okay, I'll give you the queen's rights, I won't fight with you."
Margaery pinched Daenerys's hot face and moved closer, "You figured it out? Okay. But I have to be the first queen, and my legitimate son with Luke must be the heir to the throne."
There was smoke coming from Daenerys's head, "The child... the child's matter, let His Majesty Luke decide. We are not the queen yet, so talking about the child... is a bit too early."
Margaery began to rub Daenerys's ears, "I want to know what you think. Are you willing to give up Iron Throne?"
Daenerys's body softened, "I... I admit that you are the first queen, but... I hope that my child will have the second right to inherit."
What this sentence means is that the eldest son of Daenerys is one level higher in the succession order than the second son of Margaery.
Margaery observed Daenerys's reaction. Her shy look made her have the urge to tease her.
She quietly approached Daenerys's ear, stuck out her tongue, and licked Daenerys's earlobe.
"Ah!"
Like a frightened bird, Daenerys pushed Margaery away in panic, "You... what are you doing?"
Margaery laughed so hard that her stomach ached. She swam to the shore, turned around and said to Daenerys, "Then we made an agreement and swore in the name of Supreme God?"
Daenerys covered his ears and blushed so hard that he was bleeding, "I swear in the name of Supreme God that I will never break the agreement with Miss Tyrell."
Early morning, outside Winterfell.
Seven hundred cavalry lined up in the camp, with Daenerys·Targaryen wearing plate armor leading five hundred White Harbor cavalry in advance, and Margaery·Tyrell wearing military uniform leading two hundred Highgarden cavalry behind.
Twenty Ice warriors and one hundred infantrymen escorted the grain, grass and baggage at the end.
Samwell is also among the logistics troops. He is looking at the huge Drogon with a dazed look on his face, completely speechless.
Gary was wearing plate armor, riding on the back of Drogon, and shouted to Samwell below, "You and the rear troops will slowly follow up, and I and the cavalry troops will go first!"
After that, Drogon raised Dragon Wings, whipped up strong winds, rushed into the sky, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Samwell lay helplessly on the horse, muttering to himself in shock, "So, is there really Dragon?"
Shortly after Gary and the seven hundred cavalry set off, a caravan from the south stopped in front of Winterfell's city gate.
Businessman Roose Lan Cook came to the guard guarding the door and said, "Hello, I am a businessman from King's Landing. I have brought many high-quality goods and I hope to trade with you."
The guard glanced at Roose Lan Cook's convoy, "Do you have any food? Winterfell You only need this, and you don't want anything else."
Roose Lan Cook's smile froze, "Shouldn't you go in and inform Steward? Are business matters something you, a mere soldier, can decide?"
Several guards gathered around, "Although we can't decide on Winterfell's business matters, we can prevent you from ever entering Winterfell!"
Roose Lan Cook waved his hands repeatedly, "Everyone, I have food, beautiful silk skirts, refined weapons, and a J daughter."
When the guard heard that there was a J girl, he couldn't help but relax, "Well, you wait here, I'll notify Hanna Steward."
In the motorcade.
Arya looked at the wolf-head clan emblem on the city wall in trance, "Stark...Winterfell is back in our hands, great."
She wanted to rush to the city gate, but was stopped by Sandor, "Wait, you are my prisoner, you can't leave until I get the ransom."
"Let me go!"
He took the struggling Arya onto his horse and lowered his voice and said, "Don't fuck! There is something wrong with this city. Although the flag on the city wall is Stark, the leather armors of the soldiers in the city have the emblems of other families."
Arya saw it, and she argued. "Those are the North's families, and they are loyal to Stark!"
"Oh? Really? Bolton was also loyal to Stark." Sandor squinted his eyes, "Don't be too happy. It's possible that your brother who doesn't have an army has been ignored by these families."
Arya couldn't help but mock, "Don't you just want to take the ransom? Why do you care so much?"
Sandor snorted angrily, "I'm afraid that your brother has no real power, and these the North families don't want to pay the ransom to save you. F**K, wouldn't I be in a big loss?"
Not long after, Septa Hanna arrived at the city gate.
She has received many businessmen recently, but this is the first time she has received a businessman from King's Landing.
"What products do you have?"
Roose Lan Cook clapped his hands, and his men immediately lifted the tarpaulins on more than a dozen wooden carts.
He knew everything about his family, "I have..."
"Septa Hanna!"
Arya saw a familiar face, instantly lost control of his emotions and cried.
Septa Hanna took a closer look, wasn't that Miss Arya? Then he saw that Arya was being pinned down on the horse by Sandor, and Septa Hanna was immediately furious.
"Guards! Guards! Surround them!"
More than a hundred guards poured out of the city and surrounded the merchant's convoy.
Septa Hanna explained the situation to the the North generals who came over. Several the North generals rode forward and shouted, "Gangster! Let go of Princess Arya!"