Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 154 Assassination
"Oh, Your Majesty, Ser Gregor Clegane is a gallant warrior, what a pity." The eunuch's face was mournful.

She didn't care if the dog died, she wanted the dwarf dead.

The gods in the sky are blind to let the bastard who took her son go.

Cersei swore in her heart that the god damn dwarf must die.

"Please allow me to resign, the birds have sent a new message, I'd better tell the Prime Minister as soon as possible," Varys said.

"What news?" Cersei asked casually.

There was doubt in Varys' eyes for a moment, and he said, "News from the Narrow Sea that Dragonstone Island has been captured by the ironmen."

"Khaleesi, you are very kind." The knight watched her save a slave girl, but it was not in keeping with Dothraki customs. Those who bled for Khal Drogo deserved these rewards.

"Put her in place," Dany ordered her Cass.

"You need them to fight for you, boy," Jorah couldn't help reminding. "If you want the horses to run, let them graze, and if you take their spoils,"

"I am the heir of the dragon, and the mother of the steed that rides the world," Dany interrupted him.

Jorah Mormont tactfully shut up.

They rode on for a while longer.

"Khalishi, a letter from Illyrio. He will visit Khal Drogo soon and bring the Covenant of Pentos."

The fat governor who gave Dany three dragon eggs at her wedding, Dany should thank him, arranged her marriage to Drogo.

"Pentos has a large number of ships. With their help, we can cross the narrow sea more smoothly." The knight continued.

The ironborn had brought enough ships for them, and they were now docked at the Tyrosh Weeping Blood Tower's harbor, but the ironborn's longships and ships were not suitable for transporting horses.

The ironmen want to take back all the lands they ruled before the Conqueror's War, the riverlands and most of the west coast, and of course the north.

Dany only agrees to return their ancestral lands.

Ser Jorah reminded her that the Ironborn are greedy, and if they all agree to their demands, this group of people will definitely ask for more, and if she wants to rule Westeros, she cannot do without the support of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. There are many who fought in response to House Targaryen in the War of the Usurper.

Karasa camped out in the open fields of the Free Cities, and Dany's little tribe of Kass followed with a number of slaves, both male and female.

"Kalixi, look at that." The maid Yili suddenly pointed in a direction.

Thick black smoke rushed into the white sky, like an ink mark on the white curtain.

"Fire," said the knight loudly.

"Let's go," Dany ordered suddenly.

Jorah stopped her, "Khaleess, this matter is out of our control."

"I am Khaleesi, and I have authority over everything." She ordered Cass to follow in Dothraki, while she galloped ahead on her silver mare.

The knight looked at the Targaryen princess and murmured, "She's looking more and more like a Dothraki."

Thinking of the timid girl he saw her for the first time, he shook his head slightly and said to himself: But she is still just a child after all.

A dozen camps ignited raging flames.

Dany quickly ordered Cass under her command to go forward to put out the fire, but the warriors on horseback hesitated for a moment, as slaves and eunuchs would do this.

"The slaves will be here soon, Khaleesi," the Khas warrior Jhogo said to her.

"Do as I order." Khaleesi's order was strong.

The fire was in chaos, and the slaves covered the spreading flames with sand, extinguished them with water, and cleared the lawn around the flames.

"Kalixi!" Suddenly, a voice shouted from beside her.

Dany turned her head, and a cold arrow dart shot over.

The knight beside her quickly pulled her, letting the arrow pass by her ear.

"Ah!" The arrow dart hit the maid Yili, and she fell off the horse.

Dany also cried out, "My child, my child!"

Viserion was on Ily's back.

There was sudden confusion among the slaves. They screamed and fled. Several Dothraki warriors rode their horses toward the throng of slaves. Ser Jorah drew his sword in his hand.

The blood and killing continued for a while, but fortunately Viserion was safe and sound, but was so frightened that he cried loudly.

But the situation of the Dothraki maid Eli was not optimistic. The arrow dart was smeared with poison.

"It's manticore poison, Khaleesi," the herbal woman told her.

With its jade-like shell, curved, barbed tail, and creepy human face, the manticore is as deadly as it is evil.Manticores can hiss and can disguise themselves as scarabs.They have poison needles that can kill people instantly, and the poison goes straight to the heart.

Manticore Poison is a poison highly prized by alchemists and maesters.

"Help her," Khaleesi begged.

"Kalisi, you don't need a slave," the handmaiden Jiki told her.

For this kind of poison, the herb woman and the eunuch have nothing to do.

Then Dany thought of Mirri Maz Duur, the Witch-Witch, and she must have a way.

But she was dead, a painful death in one night, surrounded by countless strange shadows, she wailed until dawn, and when Dany saw her, Mirri Maz Duur was already a shriveled corpse.

Those mounted warriors who pursued the Assassins brought back three corpses.

"Khalishi, they tried to cause confusion among the slaves, and then escaped," Aggo, the Dothraki guard, said to her.

The knight dismounted sideways, walked to the corpses of the three assassins, and squatted down slowly.

"Kou in iron clothes, what are you going to do?" Ago frowned and looked at the knight. He killed all these people.

He reached out to touch the corpses, "I'm looking to see who's trying to kill Khaleesi."

"They look like Myrish, Khaleesi." He lifted his clothes to reveal a few copper scales, and shook his head again, "No, they are Rhoynar, when I was in the Tournament of the Seven Kingdoms I have met many knights from Dorne, and their armors are all made of such copper scales."

The knight stood up and said with certainty, "This is an assassin from Westeros, Khaleesi."

"They want to hurt my child, who gave the order?" Dany didn't cry this time, but scolded angrily.

The knight shook his head. "I don't know, Khaleesi. But Myrcella Baratheon, daughter of the usurper, was sent to Dorne with a letter from Illyrio earlier."

"Donne?"

"Prince Dorne's younger sister, Princess Elia, married your brother Rhaegar and had two children, but both she and her children were killed by the Mountain," Ser Jorah said.

Dany looked at the three corpses and murmured, "Why?"

(End of this chapter)