Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 335

  Chapter 335 Misha

  The time came to midnight, and silence fell over the camp.

  Daenerys teased her three dragons with fresh meat, and she couldn't 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.

   Unfortunately she is not a man.

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

  Daenerys once asked Sir Barristan about Caesar's deeds, and the more she heard, the more she felt that that man really had the air of a king.

   And she is far from the queen...

  The black dragon Drogon wrapped his slender neck around her arm, biting her finger.

   Its teeth are sharp and scorchingly hot, but never break her skin when playing.

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

  Three dragons weigh Daenerys out of breath, so she gets up and pushes 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 a problem with her parenting method, but she has never seen that Caesar has any special feeding methods for her dragons, except that she does eat a lot.

  She got out of the tent a little annoyed.

  Ser Barristan, standing guard outside, bowed and saluted 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 will certainly not expect us to 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 ruthless killing machines. 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."

   It's 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, the eldest son of the Earl of Hornhill?"

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

   "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 Randall knew Caesar's true life experience, and he didn't want a Blackfyre to inherit Horn Hill, so he deliberately spread rumors. Otherwise, how could a person change so much before and after."

   "Perhaps." Barristan deliberately changed the subject, "But if a person encounters a major change, it is possible to undergo earth-shaking changes. 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 ancient books, and some people said that he foresaw something from 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 that. But since then, he has been training hard and soon became the best knight."

   "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 by God's Eye Lake, in the wrong spring year.

   It was a spectacle that brought 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 elder brother. However, Princess Ilia's body...has always been fragile. She lost her fertility after giving birth to Prince Rhaegar's two children..."

"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."

丹妮莉丝笑了笑，又道：“我当时反驳说这是他的错才对，因为如果他生下来是女孩，就可以嫁给雷加…呵呵，为此，韦赛里斯狠狠揍gave me a meal."

  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 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 appeared before his eyes again. Daenerys tried not to think about him, but her mind couldn't get around like a kitten chasing its own tail.

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

  He knelt 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 gate of the city has been opened, and a row of slaves slowly walked out.

   "Misha!" a brown slave called to Daenerys.

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

  Daenerys looked suspiciously at Missandei beside her, and asked:

   "What are they shouting?"

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

   Daenerys's heart swayed, 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, upon 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 sound of chanting and drinking gradually increased, gradually spread, and gradually expanded.

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

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

   But the Unsullied stopped them.

  The crowd came like a tide, and Barristan and Jorah advised Daenerys to leave temporarily.

   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.

  Ankle bells jingle to symbolize sweet victory and freedom.

  The silver horse seemed to be no longer afraid. 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, and her long silver-blond hair flew behind her.

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

   I can be a queen!

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

  (end of this chapter)

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