Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Across the Narrow Sea, Qarth.

Daenerys Targaryen was walking in the darkness, the sound of the black dragon Drogon flapping her wings overhead.

It calmed her nervousness a little.

She thought that the wizard's Immortal Palace was a magnificent place, but she never expected that it would be so eerie.

"Remember, Daenerys, after entering, take the door on the right, and always only take the first door on the right." The wizard's warning still echoed in his ears.

Daenerys pushed open the stone door on the right and entered a long, dark corridor with moldy carpets under her feet and a smell of corruption in the air.

On the right is a row of smoking torches, but the doors are all on the left.

Disturbing voices came from behind the door.

Daenerys tried not to listen, to push the door on the left.

"Go to the first door on the right." She kept the wizard's warning in mind and walked forward quickly, but she didn't find the door on the right.

"Little princess. You are back."

Daenerys stopped at the familiar voice. It was the voice of old Sir William Darry.

She turned her head and saw a red wooden door carved with lifelike animals on the left——

That was her home in Braavos.

The only place that gave her warmth in her childhood memories. At that time, old Sir William could still provide shelter, and her brother was not crazy yet.

"Come to me, my princess, you are home. You are safe."

Daenerys wanted to push the door open, but she kept the wizard's warning in mind, and besides, Ser William was long dead.

All this is an illusion, a lie.

She ran away in tears, and the long corridor stretched forward, with endless doors on the left and only torches on the right.

Still no door.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a pair of huge bronze doors appeared on the left, and the doors opened automatically.

Inside the door, an old man with silver-gray hair sat on a tall, prickly throne.

"Let me reign over charred bones and roasted flesh!" he cried. "Make me Lord of Ashes!"

The black dragon Drogon screamed, urging Daenerys on.

She came to a second open bronze door. Inside was a man who looked like her brother Viserys, but taller.

"Call him Aegon," the man said to the woman who was breastfeeding on the bed. "It's the best name for a king."

"Would you write a song for him?" asked the woman wearing the garland of winter snow roses.

"He already has a song." The man said, "He is the prince in the prophecy, and his song is the Song of Ice and Fire."

As he said that, the man looked out of the door, and his gaze met Daenerys.

"There's one more..." he didn't know whether he was addressing the woman with the wreath or Daenerys, "the dragon has three heads..."

Drogon, the black dragon, flapped his wings and urged her on.

Daenerys stopped watching and walked on in silence, when the torches suddenly began to go out.

The silent darkness shrouded it, and the long corridor seemed endless, never ending.

Daenerys looked for the door on the right, but couldn't find it, it was only on the left.

The corridor has come to an end, and there is no way ahead.

There is still no door on the right.

Is there an invisible door? Daenerys groped around the stone wall on the right, but still found nothing.

But she suddenly realized that the first door on the right was the last door on the left.

She flung open the door on the left and entered a hall.

There was a group of people standing in the hall, they wore gorgeous robes, their faces were solemn and solemn, beams of sunlight slanted in, and even the air seemed to become holy.

"Daenerys of the Targaryen family, welcome to the eternal feast, we are the immortals of Qarth." A man who looked like a king said.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time." The woman in the red dress said.

"We knew you would come, we knew it a thousand years ago." The wizard wearing a tall hat said, "The red comet is the guide we sent."

Daenerys walked forward involuntarily, and they all reached out, grabbed her, and surrounded her.

"Come on, join our banquet and share our knowledge. Here, you can get everything you want," they said.

Daenerys' eyes began to blur.

But at that moment, the wings of the black dragon Drogon slammed against her head, and an angry scream pierced the air.

The scorching flames surged out, and all the illusions in front of me dissipated.

The voice of the Witch of Qarth suddenly sounded in my ear:

"Remember who you are, Daenerys. Remember who you are..."

Daenerys woke up suddenly, and only then was she horrified to find that those gorgeously dressed immortals just now turned out to be almost skeleton bodies.

Their flesh and blood have withered long ago, and they are not breathing.

Immortals are dead?

"We... are alive..." they seem to be responding, "We... are immortal..."

Their withered fingers tugged at Daenerys as if they wanted her flesh, her life.

But Dragonfire devoured them.

Daenerys heard the screams of the immortals as they burned, stumbling and writhing.

In the flames, she saw the blue sea and the violent wind and waves.

A tall and handsome black-haired man stood by the sea, wearing a bronze armor engraved with magic patterns, and the giant sword in his hand was as dazzling as the setting sun. One of his eyes is red gold and the other is pure white, behind him is a raging sea of ​​flames and——

dragon!

White dragon!

Daenerys saw a white dragon behind the man!

"Who are you?" she asked aloud, expectant in her tone.

It's a pity that the man ignored her, but a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you my brother?" Daenerys strode forward, rushing into the flames, "Are you also of the blood of the dragon?"

The man still didn't respond, half of his body was covered in flames, while the other half was covered in ice and snow.

The sadness in his eyes gradually faded away, turning into an indifferent silence.

Surrounded by countless figures whose faces could not be clearly seen, they were paying homage to the man, cheering and praising, as if they were welcoming the arrival of a king.

"Tell me your name!" Daenerys chased his figure, rushed through the flames, and a door suddenly appeared in front of her, emitting bright light.

She fell into the sunlight, faltering.

As soon as Daenerys turned her head, she saw that she had walked out of the Temple of Immortality, and the smoke was seeping from the stone walls of the ancient palace like vines.

The wizard was swearing loudly in some unknown language, looking very angry.

The next second, he actually drew his dagger and rushed towards Daenerys, but was knocked to the ground by Ser Jorah Mormont's whip.

The knight chased away the mad wizard, turned around and saw Daenerys kneeling on the ground with a dazed expression, and asked with concern:

"My queen, what's the matter with you?"

But Daenerys turned a deaf ear, just stared blankly at the void in front of her, and murmured a name she had never heard before:

"Caesar..."