Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

There was not a trace of cloud in the blue sky, and the bricks and stones of the pyramid were soon scorched hot by the scorching sun.

Jiki, the handmaiden, unfastened the silk robe from Daenerys' shoulders, and Irri helped her into the pool.

The brilliance of the rising sun shines on the water, and the broken shadow of the persimmon tree can be seen faintly.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to marry..." Missandei summoned up her courage and asked, "Hizdahr?"

Daenerys turned her head and glanced at her maid, and said with a smile:

"What? You don't want me to marry him?"

"Forgive me, but you obviously like His Majesty Caesar..."

"Are you so sure?" Daenerys felt that she had already quarreled fiercely with Samwell that day, could it still be seen through?

Missandei helped the Queen wipe her body, and said carefully and softly:

"The villain heard you call in your dreams... the name of Caesar..."

Daenerys' pretty face blushed slightly, and she could only barely explain:

"I am the queen, and the queen's marriage does not belong to herself, but to the country."

After saying this, Daenerys couldn't help but think, was she marrying Caesar for herself or for the country?

The maids quickly washed the Queen as clean as ever.

Daenerys did not rush out of the pool, but continued to soak in the water, tasting the frozen fruit in the silver plate, and dreaming of the Seven Kingdoms that she had never set foot on.

Everything in her brother's story used to be so attractive to her, but as time went by, with wandering, fleeing, being rejected, and being expelled again and again, the fantasy about Westeros gradually became more and more complicated. become blurred.

But with Caesar's arrival, childhood fantasies seem to be alive again.

He will definitely take me back.

Daenerys thought of the scene where Caesar appeared riding the white dragon, and a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.

This idea finally made her willing to leave the cool pool.

Water droplets covered the white and tender skin, and slowly flowed down the legs.

Ji Qi brought a soft towel to help her wipe her body, and Yili asked from the side:

"Your Majesty, what clothes do you want to wear today?"

Daenerys wanted to wear the purple tulle dress, which matched the color of her eyes best, but today, she can only wear the cumbersome tokar robe.

After all, the person she is going to marry today is Hizdahr.

"The yellow tokar robe," Daenerys said, swearing inwardly that this was the last time she'd wear the damn thing.

"And the red veil," Daenerys added. Today's Meereen may be bleeding like a river, and the red veil can cover the splashing blood.

Jiki brushes Daenerys' hair, Irri paints the Queen's nails, and Missandei goes out and comes back to report:

"Your Majesty, Prince Quentyn from Dorne begs to see you."

Daenerys remembered that Caesar told her to imprison the Dorne before leaving, but she read that the Martell family was always loyal to the Targaryen family, and she always treated each other with courtesy.

However, she is not going to meet Quentin anymore.

"Tell Quentin that I really don't have time today, let's try another day."

"yes."

After dressing, Daenerys left the palace.

At the bottom of the Great Pyramid, Sir Barristan and others were waiting beside a gorgeous open chariot, surrounded by Unsullied with expressionless faces.

"Your Majesty." Ser Barristan stepped forward and saluted.

"Has everything been arranged?" Daenerys asked softly.

"It's arranged," Ser Barristan reported. "The Unsullied guard the four gates and the Temple of Grace to keep the Yunkai'i from outside the city safe, and more importantly, to keep you safe. But We can’t care about other places in the city.”

"Isn't there still an army of beast faces?"

The Beast Face Army is an army composed of rebellious slaves. Because the sons of the Harpy in Meereen have been assassinating those who serve Daenerys, these free folk soldiers who have not received much military training and low combat effectiveness have always been The key targets of the assassination, once they are alone or go home to rest, they will be found dead in their own beds.

That's why Daenerys asked them to wear beast-shaped masks to hide their true identities so that the Sons of the Harpy could not find the assassination target.

"They lack training. And masks can hide a lot." Ser Barristan pointed to a soldier wearing an owl mask outside. "I don't even know if the face under that mask is the same today as it was yesterday."

"It doesn't matter." Daenerys is very confident. "It's fine that the key places are already guarded by the Unsullied. As long as the nobles die, Meereen will not be in chaos."

"I hope so." Ser Barristan said no more. He was determined to stay by the queen's side today.

Daenerys got into the chariot, and the carriage began to move forward slowly.

In front of the Great Pyramid is a square of colored bricks, and heat waves evaporate from the cracks in the bricks, forming dense mist.

There were Meereenese onlookers everywhere, and they cheered when they saw Daenerys' chariot.

The Unsullied surrounded the walking chariot, and as they walked forward, they smashed their spears heavily on the ground, making bang bang bang bangs, driving away the crowd.

The queue moved forward slowly, and every time they passed a pyramid, the chariots of the nobles of Meereen joined in.

They presented gifts to the queen one after another, including gorgeous robes, precious jewelry, and unique sculptures... Daenerys asked the maids to accept the gifts and thanked them with a smile.

She noticed that the chariots of these Meereenese nobles were drawn by men, not horses.

The nobles of Meereen really don't like horses because they dirty the city, and Daenerys thought that would change when she abolished slavery.

But the nobles of Meereen still use people to pull the carts, but the method has changed from slavery to employment.

In fact, I haven't changed the city at all, Daenerys thought a little discouraged.

The Temple of Grace in Meereen was like the one in Astapor, also golden-domed, with two tall bronze harpy statues standing in front of the gate.

After passing the statue, the convoy stopped slowly.

Ser Barristan helped Daenerys out of the chariot. In front of him was a staircase paved with colored bricks.

Black, purple, blue, green... and finally to red, on that level, Hizdahr was waiting for her with a smile.

Surrounded by saintesses wearing robes of various colors, the great masters of Meereen stood along the steps. The more noble the blood, the higher the position, and the guards and servants stood at the bottom of the steps.

The temple was crowded with free people, densely packed, it seemed that the whole city had come.

As Daenerys began to climb the steps, they let out a cheer, and finally converged into the same word——

"Misha!"

"Misha! Misha! Misha!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, making the entire temple tremble.

Daenerys stopped, letting the sound sweep her over.

I am not your mother. She wanted to shout back.

She felt unworthy of the title.

But looking at the cheering crowd, Daenerys still couldn't help but burst into tears.

I can't really liberate you yet, but one day in the future, I will definitely come back. Daenerys made a solemn promise in her heart.

"Misha! Misha! Misha!" The voice wave after wave rose straight into the sky.

Samwell rode a white dragon hovering over Meereen, and after hearing the call, he thought of the woman named Nissa Nissa in the vision again.

"Do you want her to die that much?" The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "Then I will let her live."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the white dragon's neck, signaling it to dive down.

But at this moment, Samwell suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure hovering in the lower airspace below.

He recognized at once that it was Drogon, the black dragon.