Essos, Viserys City-State, West Port.
Swamp Marigold Banner fluttered in the wind, and blue figures were everywhere near the dock. Gryn Crabb, surrounded by his guards, stepped off the Mermaid on a wooden plank.
The captain of the guard at the western port was one of Daenerys' twenty guards whom Grin had left at the Pentos Clyber Trading Company. He strode over and bowed, saying, "Lord Grin."
Gryn smiled slightly, patted the captain of the guard on the arm, and said, " Grit, thank you for your trouble."
Regardless of their position or status, Gryn would keep a deep memory of every Crackclaw Point men he had ever met, and he had never neglected them since inheriting the territory.
The captain of the guard moved his lips, then placed his hand on his chest and said, " Grit, at your service."
Grit was nearly thirty years old. Outside, he could be considered an elite soldier with rich combat experience, but... in the perpetually chaotic Crackclaw Point, he was at best one of the many experienced veterans.
Grit has a rare quality: he is relatively calm and composed in the simple and honest Crackclaw Point, which is quite rare... That's why he was chosen by Gryn to be one of Daenerys's bodyguards.
Gryn's brown eyes flickered slightly as he glanced in the direction of the sunrise and said, " The Warrior Grit, I need horses, the more the better."
After saying that, he looked at Leyton, the Little Steward who had accompanied him, and added, "You come with me. We need to buy it at a high price; we must leave as soon as possible."
"Yes, my master."
Gryn looked again toward the direction of the sunrise, which was the location of the main city of Viserys City-State.
Along the way, Gryn and his party were changing horses when a handsome young man led the horses over, his blue hair gleaming silver in the morning light.
"Stranger, do you need a guide?"
Gryn raised an eyebrow and tossed a Silver Stag at the blue-haired young man.
Evening, in Viserys's king's tent.
Outside the tent, Jon Snow glanced at Jorah Mormont, whose face was grim, then looked at Borona and asked, "Is Princess Daenerys still inside?"
Borona looked Jon up and down and said, "Let's wait a moment. We don't want to be disturbed inside."
After that night's confrontation, Borona's attitude towards him fluctuated, but Jon didn't take it to heart and simply nodded.
At that moment, the sound of arguing, or rather, Viserys's piercing roar, came from inside the tent.
The three of them looked in the same direction, their expressions filled with worry.
Bang!
Not long after, the sound of a heavy object falling came from inside the tent.
Jon clenched his fists, paused, and took a step forward, but Borona reached out and blocked his way.
"Princess Daenerys has decreed that no one is permitted to disturb us without her permission."
Jon looked at Borona, and as he hesitated, another heavy thud sounded.
Jon no longer hesitated. He said in a deep voice, "I will go in and apologize."
After saying that, he strode inside.
Inside the tent, Viserys, his eyes bloodshot, shoved over a large table. Daenerys watched her brother, who was venting his anger, without moving.
"Hah, hah," Viserys gasped for breath, a cold smile creeping onto his face. He turned to look at Daenerys, who stood to the side.
His lips twisted into a horrible arc. "You wretched woman, if it weren't for you, the Iron Throne of the Targaryen wouldn't have been taken by the Usurper! You are a sinner! You are the greatest sinner of the Targaryen!"
Daenerys, suppressing her anger, said, " Viserys, please calm down. I will not admit it, nor will I accept unfounded accusations."
"You still dare to argue?!"
Viserys strode forward, and Daenerys, facing the Wake the Dragon, met his gaze with unwavering confidence.
Seeing Viserys raise his hand, Daenerys's body trembled slightly as she recalled the beatings her brother had inflicted on her... Her hands clenched tightly, filled with rage.
Ultimately, Daenerys overcame the lingering fear within her and glared at Viserys.
Daenerys clenched her fists, her voice filled with a furious warning. " Viserys, I will not let you hurt me!"
Viserys paused, glanced at his raised hand, and chuckled.
Withdrawing his raised hand, Viserys stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Daenerys, who was glaring at him angrily.
Viserys's purple eyes were still filled with a strange madness. "Yes, as the True King of the Seven Kingdoms, I should first inform you of the crimes you have committed; this is the mercy of a king."
He seemed quite pleased with his own behavior, nodding to himself as he continued, "Your sin... If you had been born earlier and married Rhaegar, would the False Spring have happened? If you had married Rhaegar, would those people have become the Usurper because of a woman? If you had married Rhaegar... it was precisely because you were born too late, leaving Rhaegar without a suitable wife, that that damned Spring occurred, ultimately allowing the Usurper to seize the Iron Throne of the Targaryen!"
Viserys seemed to be proclaiming. " Daenerys Targaryen, your crimes are unforgivable, you deserve to die!"
How could my brother think that way?!
Has he gone mad?!
Daenerys angrily shoved the table beside her, yelling, " Viserys, you're a bastard!"
At this moment, Viserys seemed to relish Daenerys's anger. He pointed to his sister and said, "Because of my mercy, I spared your life and allowed you to live until today. You should be grateful to your king, and..."
Viserys suddenly stopped speaking, and looked at a figure walking towards them, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Viserys grinned. "I knew you'd come in..."
Jon glanced warily at Viserys, whose expression was now contorted with madness, then quickly walked to Daenerys's side and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"
He couldn't possibly be my brother... Daenerys's gaze was somewhat vacant, and she silently shook her head.
Viserys watched their actions and muttered, "They're both damned guys..."
Jon stood before Daenerys and said in a deep voice, " Your King Viserys, please allow us to leave."
He sensed something was wrong with Daenerys, and without waiting for Viserys's response, Jon was about to take her away.
"You are...?"
Viserys blocked Jon with a contemptuous look, grabbing Jon's shoulder and saying, "You're the bastard? The filthy blood of the Usurper?"
Jon glanced at Viserys's hand on his shoulder and frowned. " Your King Viserys, I don't want to have a conflict with you."
Viserys scoffed, "Oh? Why?"
He chuckled strangely, then said, "You don't actually think you're Targaryen, do you?"
Jon replied coldly, "I don't need to become Targaryen. I have always been Jon Snow, and I never will be."
"Very good..."
Viserys released Jon: "Wait... let me think..."
He frowned, rubbed his chin, and paced slowly, saying excitedly, "Maybe, we really can become..."
Before he could finish speaking, Viserys suddenly stumbled, as if he had stepped on something, and fell straight down in Jon's direction.
Jon quickly reached out and grabbed Viserys's arms to help him steady himself.
"Thanks!"
Viserys raised his head, and the two met eyes. A smile gradually spread across his lips.
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Pfft!
Jon suddenly felt a sharp pain. He stiffened and looked down to see a dagger deeply embedded in his abdomen. He heard Daenerys scream in his ear.
Viserys ' eyes were bloodshot, with countless blood vessels crisscrossing around them. "I am the only True Dragon Heir!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Viserys ' dagger plunged into Jon's abdomen again and again, blood gushing from the wound.
With a thud, Jon collapsed to his knees, overwhelmed by pain, and the Northern Youth's consciousness began to fade.
Viserys left the dagger where it had been used for the final stab, then kicked Daenerys hard as she tried to stop him.
Outside the tent, with a whoosh, Borona and Jorah drew their swords almost simultaneously.
Borona assumed a fighting stance, glanced at the surrounding enemies, and asked, "How did they get here?"
Ser Jorah raised his sword, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, and said, "They must be mercenaries..."
At this point, Jorah and Borona's eyes met.
" Viserys?"
" Viserys!"
Jorah's fingers loosened slightly before he gripped the sword hilt again, saying, "Leave the inside to Jon. We must hold this place."
Borona licked her slightly dry lips and said, "No problem, old knight!"
Jon lay in a pool of blood, while Daenerys was curled up on the ground in agony, unable to move for a moment due to the intense pain.
Viserys straightened up, smoothing his disheveled hair with his red-dyed hand, and raised his chin high.
Viserys ' tone was one of triumph. "My dear sister, I told you not to try to awaken my Wake the Dragon!"
Daenerys was pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her voice trembled with pain. "Why... why...?"
She felt as if she had lost all her loved ones... Viserys brought Daenerys near-despair.
Viserys glanced disdainfully at his sister lying on the ground, then reached out and opened an exquisite wooden box containing three Dragon Egg fossils.
"Do you think I'll be grateful to you for secretly delivering this to me, my dear sister?"
"What do you take me for... a brother sitting below his sister... obediently eating his meal?!"
"Or rather... have you forgotten that I am your king? Or... have you developed some unrealistic fantasies?"
Viserys turned and strode toward Daenerys.
As he walked, he said, " Dany, my dear sister, when you accepted the bloodline of that the Usurper, I already sentenced you to death."
"You... you want to kill me?!"
Daenerys ' tone was calm; she wasn't surprised at all by Viserys's actions.
Daenerys felt her heart was numb with pain. She gritted her teeth, swayed her small body, and struggled to her feet.
Viserys stood, watching his struggling sister with a mocking expression, and slowly drew his ornate sword.
Daenerys seemed to have forgotten her own grief. She straightened up, her voice devoid of any emotion. " Viserys, my brother died a long time ago, I'm certain of that now."
Daenerys walked slowly toward the brazier inside the tent.
Viserys suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and screamed, "What are you doing?! Damn it, don't move! You'd better just die!"
Sizzle Daenerys reached out and grabbed the brazier; her hands were steaming, but she seemed oblivious to the pain from the intense heat.
This anomaly went unnoticed by Daenerys, who was currently consumed by the despair her brother had instilled in her.
Fear flashed in Viserys' eyes, and he stopped in his tracks.
Daenerys's gaze softened, as if she were looking through the present Viserys at the Viserys of her childhood memories. "Brother, we are finally going to meet again."
Daenerys picked up the brazier and hurled the entire basin of burning coals at Viserys. Before he could react, the embers ignited Viserys's hair and clothes, and quickly spread to other flammable materials nearby.
With screams, Viserys managed to extinguish the flames on his body, which was covered in obvious burn marks.
Viserys roared, bent down to pick up the sword he had thrown to the ground, and lunged at Daenerys.
The fire inside the tent was starting to rise. Daenerys looked at Viserys, who was charging towards her with his sword raised, and murmured, "You said that True Dragon are not afraid of fire. You lied to me."
After saying this, Daenerys stood there and closed her eyes, calmly awaiting death.
Gryn... you will remember...
"Your Highness!!"
Pfft!
A spurt of blood sprayed onto Daenerys's cheek, interrupting her final farewell.
Clever Dick?! Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes and saw Viserys clutching his neck and Dick gripping his dagger (Chapter 94).
Dick was trembling violently. "I... I... I killed the king..."
Viserys ' neck was slashed open by Dick's dagger. His hand instinctively covered the wound, trying to stop the blood from gushing out... However, blood continued to flow from between his fingers, and he felt increasingly weak. His legs could no longer support him, and soon he collapsed straight into a pool of blood.
Dick finally regained some of his senses, but his body was still trembling. "Your Highness, I'll take you away!"
Daenerys's gaze first slowly swept over Viserys and Jon, finally settling on her own palm.
The hands that had gripped the brazier showed no signs of burns. Daenerys whispered, " Viserys didn't lie to me. True Dragon are not afraid of fire. I am the True Dragon..."
Daenerys looked at the wooden crate containing the Dragon Egg and said, " Dick, I need fire."
Dick sensed that Daenerys was acting very strangely at this moment, and he pleaded anxiously, "Your Highness, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, we must leave immediately!"
"I need more fire. Do as I say, clever Dick."
Dick pleaded desperately, "If anything happens to you, Lord Gryn will never forgive me."
"I'll explain for you; this is your only chance."
"Yes, ma'am!!!" Dick cried as he ran out.
Gryn stared at the raging fire, his eyes trembling... In the low eastern sky, a red comet appeared, its long tail illuminating the entire night.
The young, blue-haired guide suddenly sighed, "What a... pity..."
Gryn's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the person beside him. "What's a pity?"
Before the blue-haired young man could speak, he added, "Is it a pity I can't be with him?"
After saying that, Gryn grabbed the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?! You..."
"You said your Little Gryphon, right?"
"Let go, ah~~~"
Whoosh!
Under the bright night sky, a dark figure flew into the raging fire, the flames devouring everything like a raging dragon.