The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Daenerys Targaryen rubbed her teacup with her fingers, pondered for a moment, and said, "Sir, how many more men do we have?"

Jorah Mormont said respectfully: "Princess Daenerys, at least thirty or forty people must be added."

Knowing the approximate number of manpower needed, the silver-haired princess was very decisive: "Sir Jorah, I allow you to directly hire fifty people. Please eliminate those who may be evil when you select the manpower. This city needs it most." It’s stability.”

Ser Jorah stroked his chest and nodded: "As you command, my princess."

Daenerys nodded gently with a gentle face. When she wanted to ask some questions about the tourney, Dick walked in hurriedly.

Dick first saluted the silver-haired princess, and then glanced at Ser Jorah, his eyes moving back and forth out of habit.

Daenerys looked at Dick, who behaved like a thief. The corners of her mouth slightly curved and she said, "Clever Dick, where is my brother?"

Dick glanced at the tall and strong Jorah again. He seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Daenerys smiled and shook her head and said, "Dick, everyone here is someone I trust. It doesn't matter."

Ser Jorah nodded slightly, stood aside, and looked directly at Dick with his dark eyes.

Dick said: "Your Royal Highness, Your Majesty Viserys is meeting with several mercenary leaders."

Daenerys raised her eyebrows slightly: "Mercenary?"

Daenerys was surprised that her brother the king would be willing to meet the "lowly" mercenaries in person. This move was both sudden and strange.

Dick replied cautiously: "Your Majesty, Princess, your Majesty plans to hire some mercenaries to serve as your own bodyguards."

Daenerys's violet eyes moved slightly. She looked at Sir Jorah and said to Dick: "Dick, the loyalty of the mercenaries needs to be purchased with golden dragons. My brother has enough golden dragons." ?"

The usurper in King's Landing has been placing a large bounty on the heads of their siblings, and mercenaries have never cared about honor. Doesn't Viserys know that this is dangerous?

Dick came closer and whispered: "Your Highness, Your Majesty ordered me to find out where your three dragon eggs are."

Sir Jorah said contemptuously: "He also asked me about this a few days ago."

Daenerys said in disbelief: "What does brother want to do? Could it be..."

Ser Jorah said coldly: "I think our Majesty wants to steal your eggs."

Dick looked at the dazed silver-haired princess and nodded heavily, confirming that Sir Jorah's guess was correct.

Daenerys was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She paused and then said, "Those are just a few stones. Why would my brother want to take advantage of them?"

Ser Jorah explained: "Princess Daenerys, rubies, diamonds and fire opals are just stones, but dragon egg fossils are much rarer than them. With three dragon eggs, Viserys... His Majesty is enough to hire many Mercenary."

Daenerys had really never thought about the value of dragon eggs. She remembered the scene when she received the gift. Who was that person? Why give her such an expensive gift?

Viserys is the true heir to the Iron Throne... Daenerys's little face could not hide her sadness: "He is my brother, Viserys could have asked for it directly from me, why did he choose this method? I am her biological sister..."

Ser Jorah felt sad when he saw Daenerys sad, but for the safety of the princess, he still had to say something.

"Princess Daenerys, please forgive me, if you give the egg to His Majesty Viserys now, he will be furious, because he will regard your generosity as your charity to him."

Daenerys' good mood has disappeared, and she said tiredly: "Even so, it is better than taking the dragon egg without telling me."

Ser Jorah taunted, "Perhaps he can deceive himself by doing so."

Her brother's distrust always stung Daenerys' sensitive heart. She had warned herself not to shed tears easily in front of others, but at this moment she couldn't help but feel her eyes burning.

After a while, Daenerys regained her composure. She defeated herself again this time. She told herself that she was the descendant of the true dragon and that she would never cry cowardly.

Daenerys spoke slowly: "Dick, find a suitable opportunity to tell our King Viserys..."

After a pause, she continued: "You heard those mercenaries discussing how much our brother and sister's heads would be worth to the usurper."

Dick showed a rare serious expression and nodded.

The corners of Ser Jorah's lips raised slightly, he bowed slightly and said, "Please allow me to praise your wisdom, Princess Daenerys."

Daenerys forced a smile and waved Dick off.

After Dick left, Daenerys slowly stood up, her petite and well-proportioned figure walked to the window, and raised her eyes to the sky outside the window.

Ser Jorah stood silently behind the silver-haired princess.

After a moment of silence, Daenerys's eyes flashed slightly and she whispered: "He told me what Game of Thrones is. I asked him why he told me this. He answered me that by understanding this, I can better understand it. Protect yourself, or... when something bad happens to me, at least have a different choice."

Ser Jorah stared at the charming back of the silver-haired princess and said, "He is a wise man."

Hearing this, Daenerys chuckled: "He is a fake wild man."

She murmured again: "He is a strong and kind-hearted person..."

As she spoke, Daenerys stretched out a hand toward the window. Her fair and smooth skin was dazzling in the sun. She continued: "He can make me sleep peacefully... He can make me laugh carefree... When I was most desperate...he gave me hope..."

The breeze blew gently, and the silver-haired princess's soft voice seemed to be floating in the wind.

Green Kleb? She loved him deeply... Ser Jorah's eyes trembled, and he clenched his fists unconsciously.

The love buried deep in his heart suddenly surged out, and Ser Jorah knelt down on one knee. He didn't know why he did this. He couldn't think about anything else at the moment.

Sir Bear Island looked up at the silver-haired princess affectionately, and said sincerely: "Danny, please let me protect you. I will always protect you. I swear, I will do it until death."

After Ser Jorah finished speaking, Daenerys' purple eyes looking at the sky were still full of longing, without any fluctuation.

The silver-haired princess seemed to have ignored Sir Bear Island's affectionate confession, and his face gradually turned gray...disappointment, loss, and sadness, but the deepest feeling was regret and regret for his own impulse. Will he be deported? Ser Jorah became worried and scared. No matter what, he wanted to stay by Daenerys' side, knowing that he could no longer leave her.

Daenerys' clear voice sounded: "You are my trusted warrior."

Daenerys tilted her face slightly, and her unwavering purple eyes made Sir Jorah feel the majesty from the princess. She continued: "I have a lover, please fulfill your duties, Sir Jorah Mormont. .”

Ser Jorah lowered his face, his lips trembled several times, and said sadly: "As you command, my princess."

Hearing Ser Jorah's answer, Daenerys turned around and said, "Rise, sir."

Ser Jorah raised his eyes and looked at the silver-haired princess. Her expression was as gentle as usual, but he felt that there was a thick wall between them that he could not cross, and he felt even more regretful.

When he stood up, Daenerys showed a slight smile on her face and said: "Sir Jorah, my trust in you will not waver, and I will not forget my promise to you."

Daenerys promised Ser Jorah that she would help him restore his lost honor and fiefdom.

Ser Jorah said respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, my princess."

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Back in the dormitory, Daenerys' eyes moved to the three dragon eggs lying on the dark velvet, and she walked slowly over.

Daenerys' fingers lightly brushed against the black dragon egg. Her movements paused, her pupils contracted... and she felt the beating!

When she touched the dragon egg carefully, she felt nothing else. The previous beating seemed to be her hallucination.

Was she feeling this way because she wanted to have the dragon so much? Daenerys frowned... It wasn't an illusion, she did feel it.

The moon...the egg...exploded...yes, exploded! Daenerys clung to the thought.

Daenerys ordered the maid outside to bring the brazier. After lighting it, she sent the maid away. She wanted to implement her sudden idea without anyone watching. She guessed that it might be hidden in the blood of the true dragon. some kind of wisdom?

Daenerys held the black dragon egg, walked to the brazier, lowered it, and placed it with the burning coals. The black dragon scales sparkled as if drinking high heat, and tiny tongues of red fire licked the surface of the stone. She quickly put the other two eggs into the brazier, and the three eggs were close together.

Daenerys watched motionless...the dragon egg cracked in flames, and the dragon returned to the world in the flames. What a beautiful sight it would be.

But... there were only ashes left in the charcoal fire, and the heat was rippling and shining around the dragon egg. The picture she imagined did not appear until the end.

Daenerys couldn't help but look sadly at the dragon eggs in the brazier... They were alive thousands of years ago, but now they are just beautiful stones. What on earth was she looking forward to?

Daenerys shook her head secretly, dispelling the ridiculous thoughts... How could she think that dragon egg fossils could turn into dragons? A real dragon can soar into the air, breathe out flames, and is made of living flesh and blood, not lifeless stone.

Daenerys gently sat on the side of the bed. The knight she had always trusted suddenly expressed his love to her, and she rejected him... Although she did not show her sexual desire, she found that she no longer dared to act like before. Trust Ser Jorah so much.

Daenerys asked herself, is it precisely because of this uneasiness that makes her wish she could have a powerful dragon? She was afraid that she would go back to the days when she was always on tenterhooks.

Daenerys lay on her side on the bed, stretched out her hand and slowly touched the place next to her. Every time he appeared in her dreams, he was here... The silver-haired princess showed a gentle smile.

Valley, she will definitely help him get the valley, she can do it! Daenerys' eyes gradually became more determined, more determined than ever.

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Stark Camp in the southern Neck.

When news came that Renly Baratheon had claimed kingship in the south, Robb Stark immediately summoned his vassals for a war council at the camp where they were stationed.

Robb's blue eyes scanned the crowd sharply and said, "Everyone, Renly is not the legitimate king."

Gabbert Glover of Deepwood Castle said: "Lord Robb, we can't be loyal to Joffrey, can we? It can be said that our Duke Eddard was killed by them!"

Robb's voice was calm: "This means that they are evil people, but it does not mean that Renly is the king. Joffrey is the legitimate son of Robert I. According to the laws of the kingdom, the Iron Throne should belong to him. If he dies, …”

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm filled with the flames of hatred for those who hurt my father."

Everyone present nodded almost in unison. This is our lord in the north. The ancestors must avenge themselves.

After a pause, he continued: "Even if he dies, he still has a younger brother, and the inheritance of the Iron Throne will be passed to Tommen."

Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort said coldly: "Stannis can't lie, and Tommen is also an out-and-out Lannister."

Robb agreed, "That's right."

He added: "But even if both of them die, it won't be Renly's turn to claim the throne. He has an older brother. Just like Bran can't become the Duke of Winterfell before me, Renly can't become the Duke of Winterfell before Stan." Ness inherits the Iron Throne."

Lady Daisy Mormont of Bear Island agreed with Robb's words: "Stannis is indeed more qualified to sit on the Iron Throne than Renly."

Roose Bolton's voice was like a howling cold wind: "Everyone, Renly has received the support of Highgarden and Storm's End, and I believe the Dornish people will not stand idly by.

If the forces of Winterfell and Riverrun combine with him, five of the seven major families will be under his command. If the Arryn family is also willing to send troops, that will be six-sevenths of the force!

With six enemies against one, my lords, in less than a year, we can put the heads of the slut queen, the slut king, Lord Tywin, the regicide, the imp, and Ser Kevan on the tips of spears!

Why drop everything to join Lord Stannis when we can achieve such fruitful results simply by joining King Renly? What benefit can that person give us? "

Robb ignored everyone's agreement with Roose Bolton and said stubbornly: "According to the law, Stannis's inheritance rights precede Renly."

When everyone was looking at him, he continued: "Lannister said that my father was a rebel and tried to murder him... We all know that this is a shameless lie, but... if Joffrey is the legitimate king, and we If we raise troops to resist again, then we will really become traitors."

Harris Horwood of Horwood City glanced at Roose Bolton's ice face and said, "Lord Robb, we may choose to wait and see what happens, and let the two kings fight to the death first. When they are done fighting, we can surrender to the victors, or we can raise our troops to resist, it is up to us to decide."