Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

8th Targaryen

The marble pool made a splashing sound, and the statue of the naked boy was handsome and elegant. He stood in the pool, holding an assassin's short sword. Viserys was always unsure whether it was a real sword or a fake sword.

It wasn't until he lightly touched the dagger with his index finger and his fingertips drew blood that he realized that the reason why the dagger was so lifelike was not due to the exquisite skills of the carver.

Daenerys looked at her brother, who was sitting under a cherry blossom tree surrounding the marble pool, holding the blond whore's chin as if threatening something.

Dany recalled how Viserys touched the dagger and pricked his index finger, causing the servants around Viserys to mock him and her brother to become hysterical and furious.

"A Valyrian male prostitute who has never seen the world"

"The Beggar King"

Countless nicknames were imposed on his brother. Viserys always tolerated it at first. His brother would gently stroke her silver hair, regardless of the ridicule behind him, and calmly comforted himself not to be afraid. His brother would always protect his sister.

This commitment ceased when Viserys sold his mother's crown.

From then on, from the days of wandering to the days of settling in Pentos, Viserys always faced everyone, including her, with the attitude of the King of the Seven Kingdoms who would not tolerate provocation.

"The Lords of the Seven Kingdoms will not tolerate provocation" was Dany's cover-up message to Viserys, which came from her sister's care. To others, it would just be arrogance and hysterical anger.

"The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon", Viserys would only utter this phrase when he was angry with Dany. Dany had not seen or heard her brother say this when he was angry with others.

She felt unfair and scared. At that time, she would always cry and beg Viserys for mercy. When her brother enjoyed the pleasure of power over others, he would naturally smile and let her go.

Illyrio's fat body came into view, and Daenerys stood up. "Lord Illyrio." She remained polite.

Illyrio admired Dany's petite and exquisite figure from bottom to top, and his eyes finally settled on her face.

This is appreciation, Dany thought to herself. Lord Illyrio took them in and was their benefactor, never harboring evil thoughts.

"Your Highness Princess." Illyrio bowed slightly.

"So," Viserys stood up and walked over, "Illyrio, when will my army to conquer Westeros arrive."

Dany shivered slightly as they were discussing this matter again.

"The tribe of Khal Drogo is not easy to find in the vast Dothraki sea. I can only follow the clues to find some traces, my lord." Illyrio looked very regretful. He lowered his head and looked at Viserys. Maintain a humble posture in front of you.

Viserys frowned slightly, but was very satisfied with Illyrio's attitude. He said to himself: "Go faster! I can't stay here anymore. My home is in Westeros, in King's Landing, in Red." Fort!”

No, my home is a red house with a tall lemon tree outside the window. That's her home, Dani thought.

"The bastard bastard descendant of the usurper Robert Baratheon has been crushed to death by a wild boar, hahaha! Crushed to death by a wild boar! Westeros is in chaos, Lannister, Arryn, Stark, Baratheon Enmity turns into hatred, turning the world upside down. The people of Westeros need a real king!" Viserys said in a high voice, becoming more and more excited.

Illyrio looked at Viserys quietly, "You are right, Your Majesty, but you just need some patience. The king has always been patient."

This sentence was interrupted by Viserys impatiently, "I don't need your advice, I know what a king should do."

With a smile on his lips, Illyrio lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said nothing.

Dany thought that was mocking.

Viserys has been collecting information on the recent sudden changes in the situation in Westeros. The usurper is dead, and the war in the Seven Kingdoms has begun again. His brother is getting more and more excited and... crazy.

"Brother," Dany summoned her courage and told Viserys, "I don't want to."

"What don't you want?" Viserys looked at her with a smile, but Dany knew that there was probably no tenderness in this smile.

"I don't want to marry anyone else, not a Dothraki," Daenerys said, lowering her head, not daring to look Viserys in the eyes.

Viserys walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "What are you thinking about, sister?" He gently pinched Dany's chin with his hand and asked her to raise her head. "If you don't marry that barbarian, how will we go home? ?”

"Targaryen." Daenerys hesitated, and she thought of the most reasonable reason, "The true dragon pursues pure blood, and I should marry you, brother."

"Wow," Viserys let go of his hand and took a few steps back, "True dragon blood, wow, does my sister know this too?"

Her brother's face seemed very happy, and Dany breathed a sigh of relief.

"But," Viserys's eyes became fierce, and he looked at Daenerys, "I am the king, and this is the order I give you, bitch! In order to return to the Iron Throne, even if I marry you to Panto I would like to be a beggar on the street too!”

They call you "The Beggar King"! Dany almost shouted.

"I understand, brother," Dany said.

"King!" Viserys roared.

"I know my king," Dany said to Viserys in a trembling voice.

Daenerys resisted the tears in her eyes and walked back to her room.

She ignored the maid's gentle inquiry and buried her head in the bed quilt, letting her tears wet the bed quilt.

She imagined the monster-like appearance of the Dothraki, their thick and long braids. She heard that they even had horses.

Dany buried her face deeper, trying to get rid of this fantasy. She once again searched for the red house in her hometown and the lemon tree from her memory.

She fell into a deep sleep, her silver hair scattered on the bed quilt, and Dany fell into sleep.

She saw the clouds and the rising flames again. She was carried by a huge thing and flew up. Her hands were covered with scars. Dany didn't know what this huge thing was, a dragon? Or a monster flying in the sky?

The knight in heavy armor stood on the mountain and looked at her calmly.

"Help me!" Dany yelled.

The knight took off his mask, and Dany couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt strangely that the face was full of indifference. He watched Dany gradually sinking under the mountains, getting closer and closer to the solid rock, until hit

Dany woke up with a start. This was the seventh time she had had this dream. It was real and helpless.

The bed was wet, and her cheeks and silver hair were also wet. Dany wasn't sure if it was tears or sweat.

"Your Highness, the water has been put for you." The maid's voice sounded outside the bed curtain.

"I know." Dany said. She sat on the bed, thinking about the knight standing on the mountain.