Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 261
Sorry, I thought it was a common cold, but it has become more and more serious these two days, and I can't write many words. Please bear with me, and I will make it up as soon as possible in the next few days.Thanks.

Dany felt the cool skin under the sweat on her forehead, and the high fever had subsided.She forced herself to sit up, although she felt dizzy for a short while and her legs ached deeply, but she felt that her strength had returned.The maids came running at her sound. "I want a drink of water," she told them. "Bring me a bottle of water as cold as possible. And some fruit. I want dates."

"Follow Khaleesi."

"I want to see Ser Jorah." She stood up and Jiki took a silk robe and put it on her. "Take a warm bath. Call Mirri Mazduel and..." The memories suddenly came to her and she couldn't continue. "Khal Drogo," she forced herself to say, looking into their faces in horror. "Is he—"

"The khal is still alive." Irri replied quietly...but Dany noticed a dimness in her eyes while she was speaking, and she ran out to get water as soon as she finished speaking.

So she turned to Doria: "Tell me what happened."

"I...I'll go to Ser Jorah." The Lys girl said, bowed and fled the tent.

Jiki was about to run too, but Dany grabbed her by the wrist and held her back. "What the hell is going on? I must know. Drogo . . . and my child." Why was she only thinking of the child now? "My son...Rego...where is he? I want to see him."

The maid lowered her eyes. "The child... didn't live as Khaleesi." Her voice was only a frightened rambling.

Dany let go of her wrist and Jiki escaped from the camp.My son is dead, she thought dazedly.Somehow she seemed to know that something was wrong before she first woke up and saw Jiki bursting into tears, and she knew it before she woke up.The dream suddenly came to her mind vividly, and she remembered the tall man with bronze skin and silver-gold braids dying in the flames.

She knew she should cry but her eyes were as dry as ashes.Because she had already cried in her dream, and the tears turned into steam when they touched her cheeks.All the sadness has evaporated inside me, she told herself.Although she was sad, but... she only felt that Lei Ge was gradually moving away from her, as if he had never existed.

Dany ran to check on the other two eggs just as Ser Jorah and Mirri Mazduur entered the tent.It was strange that the two eggs were still in the box and they were as hot as the one she had held in bed. "Ser Jorah invites you to come." She took his hand and laid it on the black dragon's egg, streaked with scarlet. "How do you feel?"

"The egg shell is as hard as a rock." The knight looked a little cautious. "There are also scales."

"Is it hot?"

"Not hot and cold stone." He pulled his hand away. "Your Highness, are you okay? Your body is still so weak, how about you get up now?"

"Weak? Jorah, my body is strong." She sat down on a pile of cushions to reassure him. "Tell me how my son died."

"Princess, he didn't make it at all. Those women said..." He stopped talking and Dany realized he was broken and limp when he moved.

"Tell me tell me what those women said."

He looked away with a look of guilt. "They said the child was..."

She waited patiently but Ser Jorah could not speak.His face was darkened with shame and he looked like a walking corpse.

"That child is a monster," Mirri Mazduel finished for him.Although the knight is skilled in martial arts, Dany understands that the witch and witch are more powerful, cruel and unimaginably dangerous than him at this moment. "The whole person is deformed and twisted. I personally delivered him. He was covered with scales like a lizard, his eyes were blind, his buttocks had a short tail, and a pair of small bat-like wings. When I touched him, his flesh and bones sprang from his bones. The top is falling off, the inside is full of maggots, and it stinks of decay. He has been dead for many years."

It was the darkness, Dany thought. It was the horrible darkness that was chasing after her and trying to consume her.If she turns back it will be over. "My son was healthy and strong when Ser Jorah carried me into this tent," she said. "I could feel him punching and kicking as he wanted to be born."

"Perhaps so," Mirri Mazduur replied, "but what came out of your belly was what I just said. The Khaleesi was full of death in this tent."

"Shades only," Ser Jorah hissed, but Dany could hear misgiving in his words. "I saw the witch with my own eyes. I saw you here alone dancing with shadows."

"The shadow cast by the Iron King's grave is long," said Mirri, "long and dark until no light can stop it."

Dany realizes that it was Ser Jorah who killed her son.Out of love and loyalty to her, he carried her into a place that no living person should enter and fed her baby to the darkness.He knew it well himself; that gray face, the hollow pupils, the clumsy limp spoke volumes of his remorse. "You, too, Ser Jorah, have been slain by shadows," she told him, but the knight made no answer.Dany turned to the priestess. "You warned me: only death can buy life. I thought you meant the horse."

"No," said Mirri Mazduer, "that's just a lie you used to deceive yourself. You know the price very well."

Does she know?Did she really know then?If I look back it's all over. "I've paid the price," said Dany. "I've paid that steed, my children, and Quilo, Ketho, Harggo, and Qorholo, many, many times over." She jumped up from the cushions. "Where's Khal Drogo? Take me to him, whether you're a priestess or a witch or a blood witch. I want to see him. I want to see what I got for my son's life."

"As you wish Khaleesi," said the old woman, "come with me and I will take you to him."

Dany was weaker than she thought Ser Jorah put his arms around her and propped her upright. "Your Highness will have plenty of time in the future." He said quietly.

"Ser Jorah I will see him now."

Accustomed to the dimness inside the tent, the outside world is frighteningly bright.The sun scorched the earth like molten gold, and the parched ground was dry and hollow.The maids were standing beside them with water, wine and melons, while Jorgo stepped forward to help Ser Jorah to help her. Aggo and Rakharo stood behind.The glare of the sun on the sand made it difficult for her to see until Dany raised her hand to cover her eyes and saw the embers of a campfire. Dozens of horses slouched about looking for the little grass, and a few more. tents and sleeping bags.A small group of young children gathered to look at her. In the distance, some women were doing daily chores. A few stooped old men stared at the blue sky with tired eyes and frailly flicked away blood flies.If you count carefully, there are only about a hundred or so people.The original camp of [-] soldiers now only remains of sand and dust.

"Drogo's card LS is gone," she said.

"A Kayo who can't ride a horse is not qualified to be a Kayo." Jogo said.

(End of this chapter)