Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

It was midnight, and silence fell over the camp.

Daenerys was teasing her three dragons with fresh meat, and she could hardly hide her anxiety when she heard the faint shouts of killing coming from afar.

Her army is fighting, and she can only wait.

She hates waiting.

Too bad she's not a man.

If it was Caesar, he should be at the forefront right now.

Daenerys had asked Ser Barristan about Caesar's deeds, and the more she heard, the more she felt that that man was truly regal.

And she is still far from the queen...

The black dragon Drogon wrapped his slender neck around her arm and bit her finger.

Its teeth were sharp and scorchingly hot, but never broke her skin when playing.

Daenerys scratched its chin with a smile, Rhaego and Viserion also ran over to join in the fun.

Daenerys was so overwhelmed by the three dragons that she got up and pushed them all away.

My dragon is already this big, she thought proudly, maybe it won't be long before I can ride it into the sky.

But when she thought of Caesar's white dragon, Daenerys was a little discouraged. Cleopatra was already so big. Compared with it, her three dragons were like stunted children.

Daenerys has always suspected that there is something wrong with her parenting style, but she has never seen Caesar feeding her dragons in any special way, except that she does eat a lot.

She got out of the tent a little annoyed.

Ser Barristan, standing guard outside, bowed when he saw her.

There were distant flames and shouts of killing ahead, and it was unknown how the battle was going.

Perhaps seeing Daenerys' anxiety, Sir Barristan comforted him:

"Your Majesty, you need not worry about fighting. Even without the cooperation of the Stormcrows, the Unsullied can defeat the army of Yunkai."

"Really?"

"Yes." Ser Barristan nodded solemnly, "First of all, you promised to give the Yunkai'i three days to consider, so they must not have expected our attack tonight.

Moreover, when fighting at night, the most important thing is to be disciplined and calm. Because the night covers the military flag, ordinary soldiers will panic if they cannot see their commanders, but the Unsullied are exceptions. They are killing machines without emotion. Far from affecting them negatively, the night made them more terrifying. "

Daenerys' face softened a little.

She no longer stared at the distance, but turned around and said:

"Ser Barristan, what do you know about Caesar, tell me his story."

Caesar again. Barristan pursed his lips and said:

"Your Majesty, I don't know much about Caesar."

"Then tell me what you know. I heard that his last name was Tully, and he was the eldest son of the Earl of Horn Hill?"

"Yes." Barristan nodded, "But at that time he had a bad reputation, fat and cowardly, so Earl Tarly kicked him out of his house and went to the Crimson Mountains to develop."

"Fat and cowardly?" Daenerys' eyes widened. "You mean Caesar?"

"Yes. That's what the nobles of the Reach say about the former eldest son of Hornhill."

"It should be a lie, right? Perhaps Earl Landau knew Caesar's true life experience, and he didn't want a Blackfyre to inherit Hornhill, so he deliberately spread the rumors. Otherwise, how could there be such a big change in one person."

"Perhaps." Barristan deliberately changed the subject, "but if a person encounters a major change, it may change drastically. Your brother Prince Rhaegar is like this."

"Rhaegar Targaryen?" Daenerys' attention was diverted, "How did he change?"

"Prince Rhaegar has been fond of harps and books since he was a child, and has no interest in dancing with knives and guns. But later, he read something from an ancient book, and some people said that he foresaw something in a dream, so he suddenly announced— —

Give me a sword and I must become a knight. "

Daenerys asked curiously, "What did he foresee?"

Barristan shook his head. "The prince didn't say so. But he has been training hard since then, and he soon became the best knight ever."

"I heard that he also won a tournament championship."

"Yes." Barristan nodded, with complicated eyes, "It was the tournament held by Earl Hean at Harrenhal near God's Eye Lake, in the wrong spring year.

It was a spectacle, bringing together the greatest lords and best knights of the Seven Kingdoms, and it was your brother Rhaegar who stole the show. "

"But at that conference, my brother handed over the crown of 'Queen of Love and Beauty' to Miss Lyanna of the Stark family." Daenerys pursed her lips, "My brother's wife, Princess Elia There it was. It was that, some say, that started the War of the Reavers. Do you know why Rhaegar did it, Ser Barristan?"

Barristan hesitated, and said:

"I have no right to comment on your brother. However, Princess Ilia's body...has always been fragile. After giving birth to Prince Rhaegar's two children, she lost her fertility..."

"And the dragon has three heads." Daenerys recalled the vision she had seen in the warlock's Hall of the Immortal. "Viserys said it was all my fault. Because I was born so late. If I had been born earlier, Rhaegar will marry me, and there will be no need for a Stark girl."

Daenerys smiled, and said again: "I retorted that it was his fault, because if he was born a girl, he could marry Rhaegar... Hehe, for this, Viserys severely Beat me up."

Thinking of the scene of being abused by her brother when she was a child, Daenerys couldn't help wrapping her arms around her chest, but she suddenly realized that she shouldn't be so vulnerable, so she turned and went into the tent.

The three dragons have already fallen asleep and formed three balls.

Daenerys looked at them sleeping soundly, with a smile on her face:

"It's good that you have brothers of your own..."

But what about my brother...

Caesar's face came to mind again. Daenerys tried not to think about him, but her thoughts couldn't get around like a kitten chasing its own tail.

After an unknown amount of time, the tent door was suddenly thrown open, and Ser Jorah walked in covered in blood.

He knelt down in front of Daenerys on one knee, with a proud smile on his face:

"Your Majesty, I bring you news of victory!"

Daenerys finally smiled.

Early the next morning, Daenerys arrived outside Yunkai.

The gates of the city had been opened, and rows of slaves walked out slowly.

"Misha!" a brown slave called to Daenerys.

Holding a child on his shoulders, he also called out in a shrill voice, "Misha! Misha!"

Daenerys looked suspiciously at Missandei beside her, and asked:

"What are they shouting about?"

"This is the ancient Ghiscari language." Missandei explained, "It means - mother."

Daenerys's heart fluttered, and she suddenly remembered what the Witch said——

You will never have another child, Daenerys Targaryen. Unless the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. Unless the sea is dry and the mountains are blown away like dead leaves. Your uterus will move again.

The witch's curse has always been buried deep in her heart, and she has never told anyone.

I have children, Drogon and Viserion and Rhaegal, and my dragons are my children. She kept comforting herself like this.

Now, hearing the shouts of these slaves, Daenerys suddenly raised her hands high, with a bright smile on her face.

The slave laughed too, and shouted again.

Others followed suit.

"Misha! Misha!" They smiled at her, stretched out their hands to her, and knelt down to her.

The chanting and drinking sound gradually increased, gradually spread, and gradually expanded.

The movement shook the yellow walls of Yunkai, and more slaves filed out of them, cheering their liberator with them.

At this very moment, they were all running toward her, pushing, stumbling, trying to touch her hand, want to kiss her toes.

But the Unsullied stopped them.

The crowd floods in, and Barristan and Jorah persuade Daenerys to leave for now.

But she shook her head and refused: "They will not hurt me. They are my children!"

Daenerys laughed loudly, urged the silver horse that sat down, and rode towards the crowd.

Jingle bells around the ankle symbolize sweet victory and freedom.

The silver horse didn't seem to be afraid anymore, it first galloped, then trotted, and then galloped like the wind.

The freed slaves parted ahead.

"Misha!" Thousands of people cheered together, "Misha!"

Daenerys had a smile on her face, her long silver-blond hair flying behind her.

Caesar, did you see that? She shouted inside, they all love me so much!

I can be queen!

"Misha!" shouted the slaves, as she rode past, brushing their fingers at her feet, "Misha! Misha!"