Essos, Vaes Dothrak, West Port.
The swamp marigold banner fluttered, and blue figures were everywhere near the docks. Greene Kleber, surrounded by his guards, stepped off the the mermaid.
The captain of the West Port guard, one of Daenerys's twenty guards Greene had left at the Cley Cerwyn Trading Company in Pentos, hurried over and saluted, "Lord Greene."
Greene smiled faintly, patted the guard captain's arm, and said, "Grett, you've worked hard."
Regardless of rank or status, Greene meticulously remembered every person he had met from Crab Claw Peninsula since inheriting his territory, never neglecting them.
The guard captain moved his lips, put his hand on his chest, and said, "Grett, at your command."
Grett was nearly thirty, and outside, he could be considered an experienced elite in combat. But... if he were in the perennially chaotic Crab Claw Peninsula, he would at most be one of many experienced veterans.
Grett had a rare advantage: he was relatively steady in character for someone from the simple folk of Crab Claw Peninsula, which was quite rare... That's why he was chosen by Greene as one of Daenerys's guards.
Greene's brown eyes flickered as he looked towards the rising sun and said, "Warrior Grett, I need horses, as many as possible."
After speaking, he looked at Leyton, his young steward who had accompanied him, and added, "You go with him. Buy them at a high price; we need to depart as soon as possible."
"Yes, my master."
Greene looked towards the rising sun again, which was the direction of Vaes Dothrak's main city.
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On the way, Greene and his party were changing horses when a handsome young man with blue hair, whose hair shimmered silver in the morning light, walked over leading a horse.
"Stranger, do you need a guide?"
Greene raised an eyebrow and tossed a silver stag to the blue-haired young man.
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Evening, Viserys's King's Camp.
Outside the tent, Jon Snow glanced at the grim-faced Jorah Mormont, then looked at Borona, and asked, "Is Princess Daenerys still inside?"
Borona scrutinized Jon from head to toe and said, "Wait a moment; they don't wish to be disturbed inside."
After the confrontation that night, Borona's attitude towards him varied, but Jon didn't mind. He nodded.
At that moment, the sound of an argument, or rather Viserys's piercing roar, came from inside the tent.
The three of them looked in the same direction, showing concern.
Bang!
Soon after, the sound of a heavy object crashing came from inside the tent.
Jon clenched his fists, paused, and took a step, but Borona reached out and blocked his path.
"Princess Daenerys has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb her without her permission."
Jon looked at Borona. As he hesitated, another heavy object crashed.
Jon no longer hesitated. He said in a deep voice, "I will go in and beg for forgiveness."
With that, he strode directly inside.
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Inside the tent, Viserys, with bloodshot eyes, overturned a large table. Daenerys watched her brother, who was venting his anger, without moving.
Panting heavily for a while, a cold smile gradually crept onto Viserys's face. He turned his head and looked at Daenerys, who was standing nearby.
His lips twisted into a terrifying arc: "You slut, if it weren't for you, the Targaryen Iron Throne wouldn't have been stolen by the usurper! You are the sinner! You are the Targaryen's greatest sinner!"
Daenerys suppressed her anger and said, "Brother Viserys, I ask you to calm down. I will not admit it, nor will I accept baseless accusations."
"How dare you argue?!"
Viserys strode closer. Facing the fury of the sleeping dragon, Daenerys met his gaze with her head held high, without fear in her eyes.
Seeing Viserys raise his hand, Daenerys's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, remembering her brother's past beatings... Her hands clenched, filled with rage.
Ultimately, Daenerys overcame the fear lingering in her body. She glared at Viserys.
Daenerys's hands were clenched, and her voice was filled with a warning laced with anger: "Viserys, I will never let you harm me!"
Viserys's movement paused. He tilted his head, glanced at his raised hand, and let out a chuckle.
Lowering his raised hand, Viserys stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Daenerys, who was glaring at him.
Viserys's purple eyes were still filled with an inexplicable madness: "Yes, as the true King of the Seven Kingdoms, I should first inform you of your crimes; this is a king's mercy."
He seemed very pleased with his demeanor, nodding to himself, and continued: "Your crime... If you had been born earlier and married Rhaegar, would the erroneous spring have happened? If you had married Rhaegar, would those people have become usurpers because of a woman? If you had married Rhaegar... It is precisely because you were born too late, leaving Rhaegar without a suitable wife, that led to that damned spring, and ultimately allowed the usurper to seize the Targaryen Iron Throne!"
Viserys sounded as if he were pronouncing judgment: "Daenerys Targaryen, your crimes are unforgivable; you deserve to die!"
How could her brother think like that?!
Is he mad?!
Daenerys angrily pushed over a nearby table and shouted, "Viserys, you are a bastard!"
At this moment, Viserys seemed to enjoy watching Daenerys's anger. He pointed at his sister and said, "Because of my mercy, I haven't executed you and allowed you to live until today. You should be grateful to your King, and..."
Viserys's words suddenly stopped. He looked at a figure walking towards them, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Viserys grinned: "I knew you would come in..."
...
Jon cautiously glanced at Viserys, whose expression showed madness, and quickly walked to Daenerys's side, asking anxiously, "Are you alright?"
He couldn't be her brother... Daenerys's eyes were somewhat dazed. She shook her head silently.
Viserys watched their actions and muttered, "They are all damned people..."
Jon stood in front of Daenerys and said in a deep voice, "King Viserys, please allow us to leave."
He felt that Daenerys's state was not right. Jon did not wait for Viserys's response and was about to take her away directly.
"You are..."
Viserys, with a scornful expression, stopped Jon. He even reached out and grabbed Jon's shoulder, saying, "Are you that bastard? That usurper's filthy bloodline?"
Jon glanced at Viserys's hand on his shoulder and frowned, "King Viserys, I do not wish to conflict with you."
Viserys mocked, "Oh? Why?"
He chuckled strangely, then continued, "You don't really think of yourself as a Targaryen, do you?"
Jon said coldly, "I don't need to be a Targaryen. I have always been Jon Snow, and that will not change."
"Very well..."
Viserys released Jon: "Wait... let me think..."
He frowned, pinching his chin, and paced slowly, saying excitedly, "Perhaps, we can truly become..."
Before he finished speaking, Viserys suddenly stumbled, as if he had stepped on something, and fell straight towards Jon.
Jon quickly reached out his hands, grabbed Viserys's arms, and helped him steady himself.
"Thank you!"
Viserys raised his head, and their eyes met. His lips gradually curved upwards.
Thud!
Jon suddenly felt a sharp pain. He stiffly looked down; a dagger was deeply embedded in his abdomen. He heard Daenerys's scream in his ears.
Viserys's eyes were blood-red, with intricate networks of blood vessels: "I am the only true Dragon descendant!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! The dagger in Viserys's hand repeatedly stabbed into Jon's abdomen, and blood gushed from the wounds.
With a thud, Jon fell to his knees, pain assaulting him, and the Northern boy's consciousness gradually blurred.
Viserys left the dagger where it had made its last stab, then fiercely kicked Daenerys, who was coming to stop him.
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Outside the tent, with a clang, Borona and Jorah almost simultaneously drew their swords.
Borona took 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 Sellswords..."
At this point, Jorah and Borona's eyes met.
"Viserys?"
"Viserys!"
Ser Jorah's fingers loosened slightly, then re-gripped the hilt, saying, "Leave inside to Jon; we must hold our ground here."
Borona licked her somewhat dry lips and said, "No problem, Ser Barristan!"
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Jon lay in a pool of blood, while Daenerys was curled up on the ground in pain, unable to move for a moment due to the intense agony.
Viserys straightened up, his blood-stained hand even smoothing his messy hair, and his chin held high.
Viserys's tone was like a declaration of victory: "My dear sister, I told you not to try to awaken my sleeping dragon's fury!"
Daenerys's face was pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her voice trembled from the immense pain: "Wh... why..."
She seemed to have lost all her family... Viserys brought Daenerys almost despairing grief.
Viserys glanced scornfully at his sister lying on the ground. He reached out and opened an exquisite wooden box, inside which lay three fossilized dragon eggs.
"Do you think I would be grateful if you secretly sent this to me, my dear sister?"
"What do you take me for... a brother sitting beneath his sister... obediently eating?!".
"Or... have you forgotten that I am your King? Or... do you have some improper delusions?"
Viserys turned around and walked towards Daenerys.
As he walked, he said, "Daenerys, my dear sister, when you accepted that usurper's bloodline, I had already sentenced you to death."
"You... you're going to kill me?!"
Daenerys's tone was calm; she was not at all surprised by Viserys's action.
Daenerys felt her heart had become numb with pain. She gritted her teeth tightly, her small body swaying, and struggled to get up.
Viserys stood, watching his struggling sister with a mocking gaze, and slowly drew his ornate sword.
Daenerys seemed to have forgotten her grief. She straightened her back, her voice devoid of emotion: "Viserys, my brother died a long time ago. I am certain of it now."
Daenerys slowly walked towards the brazier in the tent.
Viserys suddenly felt a shock in his heart and shrieked, "What are you doing?! Damn it, don't move! You just lie there and die!"
Sizzle~~~ Daenerys reached out and grabbed the brazier. Her hands were smoking, yet they seemed to feel no pain from the high temperature.
This abnormality did not catch Daenerys's attention; at this moment, she was tightly enveloped by the despair her brother had brought her.
Fear flashed in Viserys's eyes, and he couldn't help but stop his movement.
Daenerys's gaze softened. She seemed to be looking through the present Viserys at the Viserys of her childhood memories: "Brother, we are finally going to meet."
Daenerys lifted the brazier and suddenly threw the entire basin of burning coals towards Viserys. Unable to react in time, the coals ignited Viserys's hair and clothes, and quickly ignited the surrounding flammable objects.
Amidst screams, Viserys managed to put out the fire on his body, but he was covered in obvious burn marks.
Viserys roared. He bent down, picked up his sword that he had thrown on the ground, and lunged at Daenerys.
The fire in the tent grew. Daenerys looked at Viserys, who was charging at her with his sword raised, and murmured, "You said it, a true dragon does not fear fire. You lied to me."
After speaking, Daenerys stood there and closed her eyes, calmly awaiting death.
Greene... you will remember...
"Princess!!"
Thud!
A spray of blood splattered on Daenerys's cheek, interrupting her final farewell in her heart.
Clever Dick?! Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes. She saw Viserys clutching his neck tightly and Dick (Chapter 94) gripping a short sword.
Dick was trembling violently all over: "I... I... I killed the King..."
Viserys's neck was slit by Dick's short sword. His hand instinctively covered the wound, trying to stop the blood from gushing out... However, blood continuously flowed from between his fingers, and he felt increasingly weak, his legs unable to support him. Soon, he fell straight into a pool of blood.
Dick finally regained some composure, but his body was still trembling incessantly: "Princess, I will take you away!"
Daenerys's gaze slowly swept over Viserys and Jon, finally resting on her own palms.
These hands, which had gripped the brazier, showed no signs of burns. Daenerys whispered, "Viserys did not lie to me; a true dragon does not fear fire. I am the true dragon."
Daenerys looked at the wooden box containing the dragon eggs and said, "Dick, I need fire."
Dick felt that Daenerys was not normal at this moment. He anxiously pleaded, "Princess, the fire is getting bigger; we must leave immediately!"
"I need more fire. Do as I say, clever Dick."
Dick pleaded in despair: "If anything happens to you, Lord Greene will never forgive me."
"I will explain for you. This is your only chance."
"Yes!!!" Dick cried as he ran out.
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Greene looked at the raging fire, his eyes trembling... In the low eastern sky, a red comet appeared, its long tail illuminating the entire night sky.
The blue-haired young guide suddenly sighed with emotion, "What a... pity..."
Greene's eyes flickered as he looked at the person beside him: "Pity what?"
Before the blue-haired young man could speak, he added, "Pity that you can't be with her?"
With that, Greene's hand grabbed the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?! You..."
"You said your name was Young Griff, right?"
"Let go, ah~~~"
Whoosh~~~!
Under the bright night sky, a dark figure flew into the burning inferno. The flames, like furious dragons, devoured everything.
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