Daenerys smiled and said, "Sir, I am very grateful for your advice. I hope you will do the same in the future. Give me advice anytime and anywhere. I promise that I will listen carefully."
Jorah·Mormont, who had his face downcast, raised his eyes, put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
Daenerys·Targaryen smiled at the corners of her lips and tapped her chin.
She turned her head and looked at Viserys·Targaryen with a look of disdain.
"Brother, Sir Jorah is not a wanderer. He is the guard of Princess Dragonstone. I have entrusted my safety to him."
Sir Jorah suddenly raised his head and looked at Daenerys. His pupils expanded and contracted several times, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Ha~!"
Viserys straightened up, his face a little distorted. "Dany~~My good sister, did I hear you correctly? Are you refuting a king?"
He stood up and said in a sharp voice, "I am the king of Andals, Rhoynar, First Men, the only true king of King of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Viserys III, Iron Throne!"
When talking about the latter part, Viserys's voice seemed to turn into a roar.
Daenerys's eyes were filled with tears. When did her brother start to look like this? She couldn't remember clearly... It seemed that her brother started to become irritable after selling her mother's Queen tiara.
Daenerys remembered the dress Magister Illyrio had given her. She had never seen such a beautiful dress and couldn't help but put it on immediately. She was so happy at the time... But not long after, her brother came to her angrily and tore her dress to pieces. The maid who took good care of her eventually lost her life.
From then on, Daenerys never dared to accept gifts from others unless they were brought by her brother himself. Illyrio also handed them over to her brother... until she met Lord Gryn.
A lot of things happened later, and she still clearly remembered the feeling at that time. The fear she felt day and night made her secretly think about running away from her brother many times.
But Viserys is her only relative, and Daenerys is reluctant to leave her brother.
Because they are relatives, Daenerys will carefully accompany his brother no matter how scared he is. What if it were someone else?
In the past, when her brother was angry, Daenerys only felt fear in her heart, but now she feels more helpless. Seven Kingdoms Will the people love King Viserys?
Daenerys quietly wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen with the back of his hand.
"Brother, no one denies that you are our king, I promise!"
Viserys's cold smile deepened, and his voice was full of sarcasm. "Good sister, I am becoming more and more doubtful about your guarantee."
Daenerys said sincerely, "Viserys, you only need to wait for less than a year and leave it to me, okay? You will definitely get the troops to recapture Iron Throne."
"Iron Throne..."
Viserys murmured, with a smile on his face, "My good sister, of course I believe you. The king will keep his promise, but don't keep me waiting!"
He looked at the expressionless Sir Jorah hatefully, and then said, "Sooner or later, I will let you see the consequences of betraying the king."
After Viserys left, Daenerys stroked his forehead and sighed secretly, "Sir Jorah, you have never betrayed. I apologize to you on Viserys's behalf."
Daenerys is physically and mentally exhausted, with a weak smile on his face.
After a moment of silence, Jorah solemnly said, "Your Highness, I don't care. Mormont never wavers."
When Daenerys got up from the chair, her body swayed because of too much pain. She grabbed the armrest tightly and reached out to reject Jorah who wanted to help.
Daenerys wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a relaxed tone, "I never thought that marching would be so tiring."
Jorah glanced at Daenerys, and his worried expression disappeared in a flash.
"Your Highness, this will always be the case in the beginning. You will adapt to it soon. You are much stronger than most people I have met."
night.
Daenerys I couldn't take a bath because my thighs were peeling, and my body ached, so I had to wipe my body with a wet towel with the help of the maid.
Daenerys curled up on the bed and quietly shed tears.
During the day, Daenerys must be a strong princess Dragonstone, but at night she can't help but shed tears when she is alone.
Daenerys has a good plan, but now she understands that thinking and doing are completely different. She is actually very hesitant in her heart. She doesn't know if she can persist, or how long she can persist.
It was late at night, but Daenerys was in so much pain that it was difficult to sleep.
"Dany, don't be afraid..."
The man he was thinking about was lying next to her at some point. He was comforting himself softly, and he was looking deeply at herself... He only had her in his eyes.
Daenerys was both shy and secretly happy inside. Suddenly her body no longer felt pain, only a deep sweetness remained.
Daenerys stretched out her hand, she wanted to touch this man's cheek, and then... she would bravely respond to his love, and they would merge with each other and never be separated again.
Just as Daenerys's fingers were about to touch it, everything around her suddenly shattered, and she was already standing in front of a giant dragon.
There was no bed here, nor Gryn, only Daenerys and the dragon. She clenched her fingers and folded them into fists.
The dragon's scales were as black as the dark night, and the blood on them was slippery...Daenerys felt for some reason that it was the blood she had shed these past few days.
The dragon's eyes were two pools of lava fire. It suddenly opened its mouth, and flames shot out from it. Looking at the raging flames, Daenerys heard the dragon's song, so she stretched out her arms, embraced the flames, and let it swallow her completely.
Daenerys can clearly feel that his muscles are burned, blackened, necrotic and peeling, and his blood is boiling and evaporating, but there is no pain. Instead, he feels strong and strong, as if he has been reborn!
The sky is slightly bright.
Daenerys opened her eyes, blinked, and suddenly turned around and looked at the other side of the bed without knowing what she thought of.
Daenerys stared blankly at the empty bed for a while, and sure enough... was it just a dream? Her little face was full of disappointment.
When getting up from the bed, Daenerys frowned out of habit, but did not feel unbearable pain.
Daenerys found that the pain in her body seemed to disappear, and she couldn't help but walk back and forth in the room. Daenerys was delighted to find that not only the pain had recovered, but her body had also become stronger than before... her soft thighs had become extremely strong, and she no longer worried about riding a horse.
Red Keep, Lord Eddard took Jory and strode out Tower of the Hand.
Today is the fifth day since Lord Eddard arrived at Red Keep. In the past few days, Lord Eddard has been mainly busy with Tournament's affairs, but secretly has begun to investigate Hand Jon Arryn's affairs.
Lord Eddard's serious face was filled with unconcealable fatigue. Lord Eddard was not used to Red Keep's hypocritical ways, which made him feel tired. He missed the North's simplicity and clarity.
No matter what, Lord Eddard never thought of backing down, and Direwolf would not give up halfway just because of difficulties.
Lord Eddard took a casual look at the bookshelves and various medicines lined up on them.
Pycelle saluted tremblingly. "Lord Eddard, I didn't expect you to come in person. I am always at your disposal."
Lord Eddard nodded slightly. He was wondering whose orders Grand Maester Pycelle would listen to?
"Grand Maester Pycelle, please sit down."
Pycelle is senile, Lord Eddard has a lot of questions to ask next, and he doesn't want to have an accident happen in the middle of talking.
Pycelle first nodded in thanks, as if he was greatly moved by Lord Eddard's kindness.
Lord Eddard waited for Pycelle to sit down and said, "I heard that Hand Jon Arryn borrowed a book from you not long ago when he passed away? I want to see which one it is."
Pycelle moved his fingers in his sleeves and said, "That is a book written by Bachelor Maester Malleon. It is all about the genealogy of major families over the past generations. I am afraid you will find it very boring."
Lord Eddard sat opposite Pycelle and said, "It doesn't matter, I just want to take a look."
Pycelle didn't try to persuade her anymore, and glanced at the bookshelf with turbid eyes, and said, "I think I put it here, because the content is too boring, and I didn't pay much attention to it. I will ask the waiter to help me look for it later, and I will send someone to Tower of the Hand before dark."
"Pycelle, you are so thoughtful."
"It has been a great honor to serve you..."
Grand Maester Pycelle After he finished speaking, he coughed a few times and breathed a little thicker.
Lord Eddard frowned imperceptibly and said, "Pycelle, if your body still allows it, I would like to hear about Hand Jon Arryn's situation before his death. I heard that you have always been responsible for his treatment."
Pycelle sighed, paused, and said, "Lord Eddard, Hand Jon Arryn's death is a heavy blow to us. I am happy to tell you the circumstances of his death."
Pycelle straightened up with difficulty and looked at Lord Eddard. The gem necklace hanging around his neck made a soft sound.
He shook his head thoughtfully and said, "To be honest, Hand Jon Arryn was often uneasy before. I have worked with him for so many years... I thought it was the kingdom's political affairs that troubled him. Everyone knows that he carries the entire kingdom on his shoulders. At least that's what I thought at the time... Now I dare not make any judgments."
Lord Eddard felt sad when talking about Jon. He has indeed worked hard for more than ten years.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, I want to know what disease he had? I heard he died suddenly."
Pycelle spread his hands, and his voice was sad and helpless. "Hand Jon Arryn Although he had been seriously ill before, with our careful treatment, he improved significantly. But one morning, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, and even the bed could not help him. Unable to get up, Bachelor Maester Colemon thought he just had a cold in his stomach, but Master Jon's condition continued to worsen, so I had to take action myself, but the Gods refused to give me the medical skills to save him."