The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

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 to listen carefully."

Jorah Mormont, who had a downcast face, raised his eyes, put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

Daenerys Targaryen smiled on her lips and tapped her chin.

She turned her head and looked at Viserys Targaryen, who looked disdainful.

"Brother, Ser Jorah is not a wanderer. He is the guardian of the Princess of Dragonstone. I have entrusted my safety to him."

Ser 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 sharply: "I am the Andals, the Rhoynar, the King of the First Men, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the Guardian of the Realm, Viserys III, the only true king of the Iron Throne!"

When he spoke of 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's tiara.

Daenerys remembered the dress given to her by Governor Illyrio. 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 became angry. He found her and tore her skirt 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, and Illyrio also passed them on through her brother...until she met Earl Green.

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 was her only relative, and Daenerys was reluctant to leave her brother.

Because they are relatives, Daenerys will carefully accompany her brother no matter how scared she is. What if it were someone else?

In the past, Daenerys only felt fear when her brother was angry, but now she feels more helpless. Will the people of the Seven Kingdoms love King Viserys?

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Daenerys calmly wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen with the back of her 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 increasingly doubtful of your guarantee."

Daenerys said sincerely: "Viserys, you only need to wait less than a year and leave it to me, okay? You will definitely get the soldiers and horses to take back the Iron Throne."

"The 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 Ser Jorah hatefully, and then said: "Sooner or later, I will let you see the consequences of betraying the king."

After Viserys left, Daenerys stroked her forehead and sighed secretly: "Sir Jorah, you have never betrayed. I apologize to you on behalf of Viserys."

Daenerys was exhausted physically and mentally, with a weak smile on her 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 the pain. She gripped the armrest tightly and reached out her hand to reject Jorah who wanted to help.

Daenerys wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said in a relaxed tone: "I never thought that marching would be so tiring."

Jorah glanced at Daenerys, concern flashing across his face.

"Your Highness, this will always be the case in the beginning. You will adapt quickly. You are much stronger than most people I have met."

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night.

Daenerys was unable to take a bath due to peeling skin on her thighs, and her body ached, so she had to wipe her body with a wet towel with the help of a maid.

Daenerys curled up on the bed and shed tears quietly.

During the day, Daenerys must be the strong Princess of Dragonstone, but she can't help but shed tears when she's alone at night.

Daenerys planned well, but she now understands that thinking and doing are completely different. She is actually very hesitant in her heart, not knowing whether she can persist, or how long she can persist.

It was late at night, but Daenerys was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep.

"Dani, don't be afraid..."

The man she was thinking about was lying next to her at some point. He was comforting herself softly, and he was looking at her deeply... He only had her in his eyes.

Daenerys was both shy and secretly happy in her heart. Her body suddenly no longer felt pain, only a deep sweetness remained.

Daenerys reached 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' 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, no Grimm, just Daenerys and the dragon, her fingers clenched and folded into a fist.

The dragon's scales were as black as the 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. Looking at the surging flames, Daenerys heard the dragon's song, so she stretched out her arms, embraced the flames, and let it swallow her completely.

Daenerys could clearly feel that her muscles were burned, blackened, necrotic and peeling, and her blood was boiling and evaporating, but she felt no pain. Instead, she felt strong and strong, as if she had been reborn!

The sky is slightly bright.

Daenerys opened her eyes, blinked, and suddenly turned around to look 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 she did not feel unbearable pain.

Daenerys found that the pain in her body seemed to disappear and she couldn't help but pace around the room. Daenerys was delighted to find that not only had her injuries healed, 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.

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In the Red Keep, Duke Eddard and Jory strode out of the Prime Minister's Tower.

Today is the fifth day since Duke Eddard arrived at the Red Keep. In the past few days, Duke Eddard has been mainly busy with the tourney, but secretly he has begun to investigate Prime Minister Jon.

Duke Ed's serious face showed unconcealable fatigue. Duke Eddard was not used to the hypocritical ways of the Red Keep, which made him feel tired. He missed the simplicity and clarity of the North.

No matter what, Duke Ed never thought of backing down. Running Wolf would not give up halfway just because it encountered difficulties.

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Duke Edd casually looked at the books and various medicines lined up on the bookshelves.

Pycelle saluted tremblingly: "Duke Ed, I didn't expect you to come in person. I am always at your disposal."

Lord Eddard nodded slightly, wondering whose orders Maester Pycelle would serve?

"Maester Pycelle, please sit down."

Pycelle was very old, and Lord Eddard was going to ask a lot of questions. He didn't want to have an accident happen in the middle of the conversation.

Pycelle first nodded and thanked him, as if he was greatly moved by Duke Eddard's kindness.

After Duke Eddard waited for Pycelle to sit down, he said, "I heard that Prime Minister Jon 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's a book written by Maester Melion. It's all about the genealogies of major families. I'm afraid you will find it very boring."

Duke Ed sat opposite Pycelle and said, "It doesn't matter, I just want to take a look."

Pycelle didn't try to persuade him any more. He glanced at the bookshelf with turbid eyes and said, "I think I put it here. Because the content was too boring, I didn't pay much attention to it. I asked the waiter to help me look for it before dark. I will send someone to the Prime Minister's Tower."

"Pycelle, you are so thoughtful."

"It is a great honor to serve you..."

After Maester Pycelle finished speaking, he coughed a few times and breathed a little thicker.

Duke Eddard frowned imperceptibly and said: "Pycelle, if your body still allows it, I would like to hear about Prime Minister Jon's situation before his death. I heard that you have been responsible for his treatment. .”

Pycelle sighed, paused, and said: "Duke Ed, Prime Minister Jon's death is a heavy blow to us. I am happy to tell you the circumstances of his passing."

Pycelle straightened up with difficulty and looked at Duke Eddard. The gem necklace hanging around his neck made a soft sound.

He shook his head thoughtfully and said: "To be honest, Prime Minister Jon was often uneasy before. I have worked with him for so many years... I thought it was the kingdom's political affairs that bothered him. Everyone knows that he is carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. The whole kingdom, at least that's what I thought at the time... but now I dare not make any judgments."

Lord Eddard couldn't help but feel sad when he talked about Jon. He had indeed worked hard for more than ten years.

"Maester Pycelle, I want to know what disease he had? I heard he died suddenly."

Pycelle spread his hands, his voice was sad and helpless: "Although Prime Minister Jon had been seriously ill before, he improved significantly with our careful treatment. But one morning, he suddenly felt pain all over his body. , couldn't even get out of bed, Maester Colmont thought he just had a cold in his stomach, but Lord 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."