The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Essos, city-state of Viserys, west port.

Swamp marigold flags fluttered, and blue figures were everywhere near the dock. Green Kleb stepped off the Mermaid on planks surrounded by his escorts.

The captain of the guard at the West Port was one of the twenty guards of Daenerys left by Green in Pentos Kleb Trading House. He walked over quickly and saluted: "Lord Green."

Green smiled slightly, patted the guard captain's arm and said, "Grit, you're done."

Regardless of position or status, Juan King Green will remember every person he comes into contact with from the Crab Claw Peninsula and has never neglected him since he inherited the territory.

The guard captain moved his lips, caressed his chest and said, "Grit, I'm at your disposal."

Grit is nearly 30 years old, and can be said to be an elite with rich combat experience outside. But... if placed in the Crab Claw Peninsula, which is always in chaos, he can at best be regarded as one of the many experienced veterans.

Griet has a rare advantage. He is relatively calm in the Crab Claw Peninsula with simple folk customs, which is rare... so he was selected by Green to be one of Daenerys's bodyguards.

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, looking in the direction of the sunrise, and said: "Warrior Grit, I need horses, the more the better."

After saying that, he looked at the young butler Leighton who was accompanying him, and said: "You come with me and buy it at a high price. We have to leave as soon as possible."

"As you command, my master."

Green looked at the direction of the sunrise again, which was the location of the main city of the city-state of Viserys.

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On the way, Green and his party were changing horses. A handsome young man came over holding the horses. His blue hair shone silver in the morning light.

"Stranger, do you want a guide?"

Green's eyebrows were raised slightly, and he threw a silver deer at the blue-haired young man.

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King Viserys's tent in the evening.

Outside the tent, Jon Snow glanced at the sullen Jorah Mormont, looked at Borona, and said, "Is Princess Daenerys still in there?"

Borona looked Jon up and down and said, "Wait a minute, I don't want to be disturbed by other people inside."

After that night's battle, Borona's attitude towards him went up and down, but Jon didn't take it to heart. He nodded.

At this time, the sound of quarrels, or the harsh roar of Viserys, came from the tent.

The three of them looked in the same direction, showing worried expressions.

boom!

Not long after, the sound of heavy objects falling was heard from inside the tent.

Jon clenched his fists, paused, and took a step forward, but Borona blocked his way with his hand.

"Princess Daenerys has an order, no one is allowed to disturb without her permission."

Jon looked at Borona. Just as he was hesitating, there was another sound of a heavy object falling.

Jon no longer hesitated and said solemnly: "I will go in and plead guilty."

After saying that, he strode in directly.

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In the tent, Viserys with scarlet eyes pushed down a large table, and Daenerys looked motionless at her brother who was venting his anger.

Hachihachi, after breathing heavily for a while, a cold smile gradually appeared on Viserys' face. He turned his head and looked at Daenerys standing aside.

The corners of his mouth twisted into a terrifying arc: "You bitch, if it weren't for you, the Iron Throne of Targaryen would not have been taken away by the usurper! You are a sinner! You are the biggest sinner of Targaryen!"

Daenerys suppressed her anger and said: "Brother Viserys, I ask you to calm down. I will not admit it, and I will not accept unfounded accusations."

"You still dare to quibble?!"

Viserys strode closer. Facing the wrath of the sleeping dragon, Daenerys raised her head and faced it with no fear in her eyes.

Seeing Viserys raise his hand, Daenerys's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, remembering the punches and kicks her brother had given her... She clenched her hands, filled with anger.

Finally, Daenerys overcame the remaining fear in her body and glared at Viserys.

Daenerys clenched her hands, and her voice was filled with an angry warning: "Viserys, I will never let you hurt me!"

Viserys paused, glanced sideways at his raised hand, and chuckled.

Withdrawing 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 inexplicable madness: "Yes, as the true king of the Seven Kingdoms, I should first inform you of the crime you have committed. This is the mercy of the king."

He seemed to be very satisfied with his behavior, nodded to himself, and continued: "Your crime... If you could have been born earlier and married Rhaegar, would a wrong spring have happened? If you had married Rhaegar, Will those people become usurpers because of a woman? If you married Rhaegar... It was precisely because you were born too late that Rhaegar did not have a suitable wife, and that damn spring finally allowed the usurper The one who took the Iron Throne from Targaryen!"

Viserys seemed to be pronouncing a sentence: "Daenerys Targaryen, your crime is unforgivable, you deserve to die!"

Why would my brother think like this? !

Is he crazy? !

Daenerys angrily pushed down the table next to her and shouted angrily: "Viserys, you are a bastard!\

,"At this moment, Viserys seemed to enjoy Daenerys's anger. He pointed at his sister and said: "Because of my kindness, I did not execute you and let you live to this day. You have to treat your king Be grateful, and…”

Viserys' words suddenly stopped. He looked at a figure walking towards them, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Viserys grinned: "I knew you would come in..."

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Jon looked warily at Viserys, who had a crazy look on his face, walked quickly to Daenerys' side, and said worriedly: "Are you okay?"

He can't be my brother... Daenerys's eyes were a little dull, and she shook her head silently.

Viserys looked at the actions of the two men and murmured: "They are all damn guys..."

Jon stood in front of Daenerys and said solemnly: "Your Majesty Viserys, please allow us to leave."

He felt that something was wrong with Daenerys' state, and Jon wanted to take her away without waiting for Viserys's response.

"you are……"

Viserys stopped Jon with a contemptuous expression. He also stretched out a hand to grab Jon's shoulder and said, "Are you the bastard? The dirty blood of the usurper?"

Jon glanced at Viserys' hand on his shoulder and frowned: "Your Majesty Viserys, I don't want to conflict with you."

Viserys scoffed, "Oh? Why?"

He laughed strangely, and then said: "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 will not change in the future."

"very good……"

Viserys let go of Jon: "Wait...let me think..."

He frowned and pinched his chin, while pacing slowly, he said excitedly: "Maybe, we can really become..."

Before he finished speaking, Viserys suddenly staggered, as if he stepped on something, and fell straight in the direction of Jon.

Jon quickly stretched out his hands, grabbed Viserys's arms, and helped him steady his body.

"Thanks!"

Viserys raised his head, the two looked at each other, and the corners of his lips gradually raised.

Phew!

Jon suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he looked down stiffly. A dagger was inserted deeply into his abdomen, and Daenerys's screams came to his ears.

Viserys's eyes were blood red, and bloodshot threads were densely intertwined: "I am the only descendant of the true dragon!!"

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! The dagger in Viserys's hand stabbed Jon's abdomen again and again, blood spurting out from the wound.

With a plop, Jon fell to his knees on the ground. The pain invaded him, and the northern boy's consciousness gradually blurred.

Viserys left the dagger where it last struck, then kicked Daenerys hard as she tried to stop him.

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Outside the tent, there was a crash, and Borona and Jorah drew their swords almost at the same time.

Borona took a fighting stance, glanced at the surrounding enemies, and said, "How did they get here?"

Sir Jorah raised his sword, held the handle tightly with both hands, and said, "They should be mercenaries..."

At this point, Jorah and Borona's eyes collided.

"Viserys?"

"Viserys!"

Ser Jorah loosened his fingers slightly, then clenched the sword handle again, and said: "Leave the inside to Jon, we must hold on here."

Borona licked her dry lips and said, "No problem, old knight!"

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Jon lay in a pool of blood, and Daenerys curled up on the ground in pain. The severe pain made her unable to move for a moment.

Viserys straightened up, stroked his messy hair with his red hand, and raised his chin high.

Viserys' tone sounded like he was declaring victory: "My good sister, I told you not to try to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon in me!"

Daenerys's face was very pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her voice trembled due to the great pain: "Why...what...what..."

She seemed to have lost all her relatives... Viserys brought Daenerys almost despairing grief.

Viserys glanced contemptuously at his sister lying on the ground. He reached out and opened a delicate wooden box, which contained three fossilized dragon eggs.

"Do you think I will be grateful to you for sending this thing to me quietly? My good sister."

"What do you think I am... the brother who sits under my sister... and eats obediently?!"

"Or...have you forgotten that I am your king? Or...do you have any delusions that you shouldn't have?"

Viserys turned around and took steps in the direction of Daenerys.

As he walked, he said: "Dany, my good sister, when you accepted the blood of the usurper, I already sentenced you to death."

"You... want to kill me?!"

Daenerys' tone was calm, and she was not surprised at all by Viserys's move.

Daenerys felt that her heart was numb with pain. She gritted her teeth tightly, shook her petite body, and climbed up with difficulty.

Viserys stood, looking at his struggling sister mockingly, and slowly drew out his gorgeous sword.

Daenerys seemed to have forgotten her grief. She straightened up. There was no emotion in her voice: "Viserys, my brother died a long time ago. I am sure of it now."

Daenerys walked slowly towards the brazier in the camp.

Viserys suddenly felt frightened in his heart and screamed: "What are you going to do?! Damn it, don't move, you will die!"

Chi~~~ Daenerys reached out and grabbed the brazier, her hands were smoking, and her hands seemed not to feel the pain caused by the high temperature.

This abnormality did not attract Daenerys' attention. At this moment, she was tightly surrounded by the despair brought by her brother.

Fear flashed in Viserys's eyes, and he couldn't help but stop moving.

Daenerys' eyes became gentle, and she seemed to be looking at the Viserys in her childhood memories through the current Viserys: "Brother, we are finally going to meet each other."

Daenerys picked up the brazier and threw the whole pot of coals towards Viserys. Before he could react, charcoal ignited Viserys's hair and clothes, and quickly ignited the flammable objects around him.

Amidst the screams, Viserys put out the fire on his body with force. There were obvious burn marks all over his body.

Viserys roared, he bent down, picked up the sword he threw on the ground, and rushed towards Daenerys.

The fire in the camp gradually started, and Daenerys looked at Viserys who was charging towards her with his sword, and murmured: "You said that true dragons are not afraid of fire. You lied to me."

After saying that, Daenerys stood there and closed her eyes, calmly waiting for death to come.

Green... you will remember...

"your Highness!!"

Phew!

A stream of blood sprayed on Daenerys' cheek, and her final farewell was interrupted.

Clever Dick? ! Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes, and she saw Viserys clutching her neck and Dick clutching the dagger (Chapter 94).

Dick's whole body was shaking violently: "I...I...I killed the king..."

Viserys' neck was cut open by Dick's dagger, and his hands instinctively covered the wound, trying to stop the blood from gushing out... However, blood continued to flow from his fingers, and he felt weaker and weaker. His legs could not support him, and he fell straight into a pool of blood soon.

Dick finally came back to his senses, but his body was still shaking: "Your Highness, I will take you away!"

Daenerys' eyes first slowly swept over Viserys and Jon, and finally stopped at her palm.

There were no traces of burns on the hands that had grabbed the brazier. Daenerys said softly: "Viserys didn't lie to me. Real dragons are not afraid of fire. I am the real dragon."

Daenerys looked at the wooden box containing the dragon eggs and said, "Dick, I need fire."

Dick felt that Daenerys was abnormal at this moment, and he begged anxiously: "Your Highness, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, we must leave immediately!"

"I need more fire. Do as I say, clever Dick."

Dick begged desperately: "If something happens to you, Lord Green will never forgive me."

"I'll explain it to you. This is your only chance."

"Yes!!!" Dick cried and ran out.

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Green looked at the blazing fire, his eyes trembling... A red comet appeared low in the eastern sky, and its long tail lit up the entire night sky.

The blue-haired young guide suddenly said with emotion: "What a pity..."

Green's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the person beside him: "What's the pity?"

Before the blue-haired young man could speak, he added, "Isn't it a pity that I can't be with you?"

After speaking, Green's hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"What are you doing?! You..."

"You said your name was Little Griffin, right?"

"Let go, ah~~~"

Phew~~~!

Under the bright night sky, a black shadow flew into the burning fire, and the flames swallowed everything like a furious dragon.