Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Daenerys dragged her floor-length robes down the wide marble steps.

She must be careful not to lose her balance.

The Unsullied stood with his back against a stone pillar holding a shield and spear, and the spikes on his helmet shone with a terrifying cold light.

In the audience hall, stood a slender man with smooth amber skin.

Daenerys knew that he was the noble Hizdahr zo Loraq, whom the Green Maiden had recommended to her as a husband.

Yes, she had received him after all.

After she left, Yunkai was restored by the slave owners, and now she is gathering a large army to attack Meereen. At such a critical moment, Daenerys needs the support of the nobles of Meereen.

No matter how disgusted she is in her heart, she must learn to make peace with these people.

Ser Jorah Mormont had advised her to kill the nobles of Meereen, as she had done in Yunkai.

But Daenerys disagreed.

What had happened in Yunkai had proved that killing these masters was not the solution, for as the old ones died, new ones would appear immediately.

And a mass killing would seriously damage her reputation.

Now there are rumors that the Dragon Queen bathes in human blood, and some people say that she inherited the madness of her father, the mad king Aerys, and only uses killing to solve problems.

Daenerys certainly didn't want to be thought of as the Mad King II, so in Meereen, she switched to a softer way of ruling.

"You know why you were summoned." Daenerys forced a smile, "The Green Maiden seems to think that if I choose you as my husband, all problems will be solved."

"I will not promise so recklessly." Hizdahr said politely, "but I believe that I can help you. I have money, power and connections, and I have the noble blood of Gujis flowing through my body. I have never married I am married, but have two illegitimate children, which proves that I can bring you an heir. An heir of the noble blood of Gujis, so that the city will be more subject to your rule, and the murder under the night will end. "

No, you cannot bring me an heir. Daenerys thought sadly. 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.

"Can you stop the murders in the night?" Daenerys stared into his eyes. "Will the Son of the Harpy lay down the butcher knife for you? Or are you one of them?"

"No." Hizdahr immediately denied.

"Even if it is, will you admit it?"

"No." He smiled confidently.

Daenerys said coldly: "Maybe my knight can let you tell the truth."

"That's right. Your knight can do it. Let him interrogate me. On the first day, I'll be the Son of the Harpy. On the second day, I'll be the Harpy. On the third day, you'll learn It was I who murdered your father in the Land of Sunset. I shall be crucified on the stake. But after I die, the murders will continue, and the Meereenans will reject you even more."

Daenerys swelled with anger.

Hizdahr did not want to anger the Dragon Queen, so he eased his tone:

"If you marry me, all this will be over. Meereen will rule under you, and fight for you, and defend you against the enemies of Yunkai."

Daenerys took a deep breath and said:

"Words are like the wind. I would rather believe in actions. In the Seven Kingdoms, knights will travel and adventure, to prove their hearts to the maidens they love, they will seek magic swords, golden treasures, reveal crowns from dragons' lairs, and offer For the one you love."

Hizdahr raised his eyebrows:

"You have the dragon yourself. I have never seen the magic sword. As for the gold, if you want it, I will be happy to give it to you."

"I want peace." Daenerys said, "Can you give me the gift of letting the Son of the Harpy stop murdering in the night?"

"If I do, will you marry me?"

"Maybe." Daenerys smiled slightly, "I am a fickle girl, maybe one day, I suddenly want a magic sword."

Hizdahr shook his head in disappointment: "Your Majesty, at least give me some hope? Or, do you agree to reopen the arena?"

"No." Daenerys shook her head firmly, "I will not allow such a barbaric and bloody scene to reappear in this city."

"But the arena is part of Meereen. And this is not a simple killing, but a display of courage, skill and strength, enough to please the gods. Just like Westeros also has a tournament, you should respect the people of Meereen custom."

"The knights in the tournament wear armor and use wooden spears."

"But people will still die."

Daenerys couldn't argue with that.

Hizdahr persuaded again: "This is not my personal request, but the common wish of all the people of Meereen. Even if you are the queen, you should not deprive them of the right to watch the competition."

"Do those fighters also want to reopen the arena?"

"They are the ones who want to open the arena the most." Hizdahr said, "Because only there can they win applause, honor, and wealth. I can assure you that future fighters will only participate in the arena voluntarily. No coercion."

Daenerys felt persuaded.

Maybe it's time to make some compromises.

The Yunkai'i army is marching towards Meereen, and she needs the support of these nobles.

"Okay. I agree." Daenerys said, "But the atrocities of the Sons of the Harpy must stop."

Hizdahr showed a satisfied smile on his face: "You will get your wish."

Daenerys gritted her teeth secretly, becoming more and more convinced that the Son of the Harpy was created by these Meereen nobles.

After Hizdahr left, the other attendees were brought up in turn.

After taking Meereen, Daenerys asked the nobles to release all the slaves, but although the nobles agreed under the threat of the Unsullied and the dragon, they still tried their best to ask for compensation.

In this regard, the Dragon Queen of course refused all of them.

But there are some requests that Daenerys also finds difficult.

For example, a teenage boy told her in tears that on the night the city was broken, two slaves at home killed his father and brother, and a strong woman fucked his mother.

"Where are the two slaves now?" Daenerys asked.

"They joined your army," said the boy.

Daenerys was silent.

If she wanted to punish these two slaves, it would be difficult for many slaves who rebelled on the day the city was destroyed to be innocent. If the punishment is expanded, it will definitely shake the strength that supports her...

Daenerys has no choice: "I'm sorry, but I have pardoned all rebellious slaves..."

The boy roared and was about to charge, but Ser Jorah knocked him down with a blow.

"Enough, let him go." Daenerys said.

But seeing the look in the boy's eyes when he left, she knew that the Harpy had another son.

The interview continues.

Daenerys never imagined that there would be so many problems under her rule.

And no matter how she decides, someone always seems to be dissatisfied.

The chair beneath me has grown incredibly hard over time.

She thought of the iron chair her brother had said should have belonged to the Targaryen family. It might be even more uncomfortable to sit on.

"How many people are left?" Daenerys twisted her body.

"Your Majesty, there are twenty-one other people who have come to claim compensation. Your dragon has recently had a big appetite."

Daenerys sighed, ever since she learned from Caesar and released the dragon to hunt freely, there have always been herdsmen bringing charred sheep bones and cattle bones to claim compensation.

"Some people here are probably blackmailers." Jorah reminded.

"But we can't tell the difference." Daenerys said, "We should pay them the market price of cattle and sheep."

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are too kind."

The people who received compensation left one after another.

Daenerys thought that this torture could finally come to an end, but found that there was still a man lingering in the hall.

"Is there anything else you want to say? Come forward."

The man raised his head and shuffled forward, holding a cloth bag in his hand.

Ser Jorah stood in front of the queen vigilantly: "What are you holding?"

"bone……"

"Charred bones?" Jorah said impatiently. "Your Majesty has agreed to compensate your livestock."

"No, no..." The man shook his head and poured out the contents of the bag, "The black dragon... burnt to death...my child..."

Daenerys' face paled instantly, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Because what the man poured out was neither sheep bones nor ox bones, but human bones!

The skeleton of a child!

The hall was instantly quiet, only the man's suppressed sobbing echoed.

He cries carefully.

But it sounded like thunder in Daenerys' ears.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the roaring accusations of countless Meereenese, surrounding her and devouring her.