Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 671: Aemon and the Queluz

The Great Dothraki Grass Sea.

Vaes Dothrak - The Mother of Mountains
The Dothraki crossed the vast sea of ​​​​grass and returned to the holy land of the horse tribe.

Two huge bronze horses stand on the avenue, symbolizing the horse god believed by the Dothraki.

Statues of harpies, dragons, griffins, etc. are placed on both sides of the road. Some are so cute that they are fascinating, while others are so hideous that they are frightening.

These were all spoils that the Dothraki had brought back from looting other cities and villages.

Our Lady of Mount, at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

Bang!

The silver-haired boy in animal skins had a flushed face and kept attacking, waving a Dothraki scimitar.

"Too slow, pseudo-dragon."

The scarred Blood Guard held his scimitar in hand and blocked all the attacks one by one, making sarcastic remarks in a subtle way.

Every time a Dothraki scimitar came down, the other would calmly block it and then gently flick it away.

"Ah! I don't believe I can't beat you."

Aemon shouted angrily, swinging his scimitar, which was longer than he was tall, in a circle.

Long-term tribal migration has tanned their originally fair skin into a wheat-colored one.

The tight animal skin coat reveals the chest, which makes him look wild and noble.

Judging from the appearance, it does look quite similar.

boom!
A big foot kicked out swiftly, hitting the collarbone that could not be covered by the animal skin coat.

Aemon groaned, his eyes rolled back and he flew backwards.

He rolled over and over, and new wounds appeared on his exposed arms, which were already covered with scars.

"Stupidly smart, there is really no cure."

The scarred Blood Guard had a look of disdain on his face. He put his scimitar behind his waist and strode back towards the Mother of God.

According to Dothraki rules, no iron tools can be used when entering the Mother of Mountains.

Every time I beat this kid unilaterally, I would run down the mountain.

Quite troublesome.

"Cough cough..."

Not until the blood guards disappeared did Aemon take a deep breath and get up from the ground with a dizzy head.

The brain is deprived of oxygen and the chest feels stuffy.

It was a typical cardiac arrest and he almost lost his life.

"Damn them, damn Dothraki."

Aemon was covered in bruises and thumped the grass in anger.

Every time he was beaten to death under the pretext of training.

The two sides are not in the same size class, so what’s the use of the Dothraki’s roaring warrior skills?

Da da da……

The sound of light horse hooves was heard, slowly approaching from behind.

Aemon turned around suddenly, his purple eyes showing vigilance.

"I brought you a gift."

Leia was smiling, holding a white horse with silky hair between her long legs, and leading a bay horse of the same size in her hands.

"For me?"

Aemon hesitated for a moment, looking at the red horse that was as tall as a man's shoulders.

"Yes, as a reward for your training."

Leia dismounted and handed over the reins of the bay horse. She said seriously, "The Dothraki people cannot live without horses. Both men and women must ride horses, otherwise they will only be considered slaves."

And slaves are not worthy of respect.

"Thank you."

Aemon had mixed emotions, and he gently stroked the bay horse's fur.

"Xuxu~~"

The chestnut horse has a violent temperament, and its front hooves kick restlessly, ready to kick out at any time.

Aemon was very calm. He tickled the horse's chin with his fingers and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Good boy, don't be anxious."

The chestnut horse seemed to understand what people said and gradually stopped resisting.

She stood obediently on the grass, allowing the strange silver-haired boy to touch her all over.

"you are great."

Leia's eyes were filled with envy, because that young horse had the worst temper.

She had picked it secretly from the stable.

Aemon said nothing, adjusted the saddle and stirrups of the chestnut horse, and jumped onto the horse.

The chestnut horse did not move or sway, but moved slowly with the person on board.

Aemon remained silent.

After wandering among the Dothraki tribe for half a year, he learned everything from grazing, drying sheep, and raising horses.

Riding a horse is much easier than riding a dragon.

"Shall we go for a run?"

Leia's eyes sparkled as she rode on the little white horse.

"Okay." Imon patted the horse's back and said subconsciously: "Let's go, cheat..."

He stopped mid-sentence, a feeling of loneliness suddenly washing over him.

"what happened?"

Leia heard the word "cheat", but she didn't know who to cheat or what to cheat.

The Dothraki disdain lying.

"nothing."

Aemon clenched his stiff fingers and said silently: "Give this pony a name."

A new life begins, and so does a new name.

His photographic memory told him that this was the only way to feel less painful.

But his gift of photographic memory enabled him to remember every detail of the night of the accident.

The ferocious pale dragon mouth, the shattered green dragon body, the fishy and salty sea water pouring into the mouth and nose...

Punishing him day and night, dragging him from his sleep into memories.

"What name do you think of?"

The girl's sweet voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality.

Aemon was stunned for a moment, then looked up and glanced at the sky and the earth.

The sky is still as familiar, but the earth is covered with the green of a sea of ​​grass.

His attitude towards green gradually changed from liking it to hating it.

"let me see."

Imon looked up at the blue sky, still longing for freedom and pride in his heart.

He was once a high-ranking dragon rider, but now he has fallen into the mud and become a captive of the Dothraki.

The sense of gap always lingers in my heart, constraining my fragile soul.

The sky was cloudless and stars were faintly visible.

Imon studied the astrology taught by Grand Maester Mukun and carefully observed the changes in the stars. Soon, he discovered a relatively complete set of star tracks.

"Look, that's the Ursa Major."

Aemon pointed with his finger, his eyes flickering slightly.

Knowledge is still too little used and obtained among the Dothraki people.

"Stars?" Leah looked at them and asked in confusion, "We only see the sun and the moon. Can bears also become stars?"

"It looks like the Big Bear, and there is a group of star trails called the Ursa Minor."

Imon briefly explained it and pinched the chestnut horse's long ears: "From now on, we will call it the Ursa Major, representing stars and power."

As he spoke, a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

Perhaps the Ursa Major should symbolize the mother, and he is the Ursa Minor that is not visible during the day.

Leah's eyes were sharp, and she concluded, "Are you homesick again?"

Otherwise, how could they call out Big Bear and Little Bear?

Aemon glanced at her, his expression a little unnatural.

How come he is so amazing that he can guess this?

But there was no point in missing home. He couldn't go back for the time being, nor did he want to go back.

The dragon died, and he made himself so miserable.

In the eyes of the public, I have long been a dead person, and if I go back, I will just live in painful memories.

It is better to go with the flow and look for opportunities to liberate your mind.

"You can't go back. Dad won't let you go."

Leah was a little disappointed, but soon became happy again: "Dad will be back soon and will bring you some toys from outside."

Rumbling--

No matter what you say, the sound of horse hooves beating like drums can be heard at the foot of Our Lady's Mountain.

The two half-grown children turned their heads and looked in the direction they came from.

A Dothraki cavalry of more than several thousand people galloped over, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky.

"Xuxu~~"

Soon, Oka.Kao, riding on a pitch-black horse, pulled the reins and stopped in front of the entrance of Our Lady of Mount.

All the Dothraki cavalry stopped and followed the khal to put away their scimitars and longbows.

"Hurry up, you lowly sheep-man!"

"..."

The whip crackled as it lashed the slave whose hands were tied with hemp ropes.

These slaves were strong and healthy, and they all lowered their heads in fear.

"The slaves given by Slaver's Bay are more useful than any other slaves."

Oka.Kao looked proud and was very satisfied that he could bring back more slaves.

These were young slaves obtained by looting villages along the way and exchanging them for the elderly, the weak, women and children.

Know how to build palaces and wrought iron to maintain the normal consumption of the tribe.

"Come on, I'll pick out a slave girl too."

Leia was delighted and pulled Aemon into the team.

Aemon glanced at it coldly, showing no interest at all.

Who is not a slave?

……

At night, the sky is dotted with stars.

Bonfires were lit everywhere on the Mother of Mountains, and the Dothraki gathered around the fires, celebrating with their arms and legs bared.

In the corner, Eamon was carrying a bucket and brushing the bay horse in the stable.

The chestnut horse was very clean and licked its owner with its tongue.

"Behave yourself, Ursa."

Aemon pushed the horse's head away and continued to work in a depressed mood.

He still couldn't fit in with the Dothraki community.

There were also many slaves in Volantis, which was ruled by my third brother Meka, but at least the slaves there had no worries about food and drink.

The Dothraki did not regard slaves as human beings at all and treated them cruelly.

But he was powerless to change and had to rely on the protection of a little girl.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of being watched came over me.

The hair on Aemon's arms stood up and he silently lowered his head.

Glancing back from the corner of his eye, he saw a skinny female slave tied up next to a haystack.

He had dark skin and a timid look on his face, like someone from the Summer Islands.

"No, it's not her."

Aemon grumbled to himself and looked around quietly.

My father said that he was born with high spiritual power and sharp perception.

Someone must have been spying on him just now, and it must be continuing.

I looked around and there was no third person.

Aemon stole another glance, his eyes falling on the skinny slave girl beside the haystack.

Fair skin, thin body, and flat facial features.

At first glance, it is clear that the sheepmen are the ones that the Dothraki have hurt the most.

"Sheepman." Aemon muttered to himself, then his eyes widened: "Sheepman!?"

Isn't it the dark skin of the Summer Isles?

Aemon turned his head suddenly and touched the Meraxes dragon head pendant around his neck.

clap clap...

A masked woman with a tube top and short skirt made of gold pieces was standing next to a haystack and clapping.

The woman had a bald head and a veil made of gold, revealing a pair of narrow and shrewd eyes.

"Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Aemon took a step back, extremely alert.

You can tell at a glance that she is a witch, the kind that can confuse people.

very dangerous.

"Son, you are very vigilant, just like your father."

Kui Xi had a magnetic voice, and with his hands on his waist, he walked towards her like a noble woman.

"You know my father?"

Aemon's eyes flickered, and every time the other party took a step forward, he took a step back.

My father hated mysterious wizards the most, especially witches of unknown origin.

Judging from my father's character, he didn't kill her even after meeting her once, so the witch in front of him must be very powerful.

Maybe he's here to pay for his father's debt.

"Don't be so vigilant."

Kui Xilizard stared at the childish face that looked exactly like that one, and said in a bewitching voice: "I know what you are thinking, and I also know where there is a red dragon."

(End of this chapter)