Chapter 70 Chapter 69: Daenerys

She had a high fever and had nightmares again and again, in which there was a black shadow with wings. "You don't want to wake the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?" She walked in a long hall with high stone arches above it.She couldn't turn her head, couldn't look back.There was a door very far in front of her, because of the distance, it looked quite small, but she could still see that the door was painted red.She quickened her pace, her bare feet leaving bloodstains one after another on the stone floor. "You don't want to wake the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?"

He saw the sun shining on the Dothraki sea full of life, and the air was filled with the smell of earth and death.The wind blows and the grass moves, and the blue waves ripple like a vast ocean.Drogo wrapped his strong hands around her, fondled her, teased her, made her ooze sweet juice, sweet juice that belonged only to him.The stars in the sky looked down on them with a smile, the red sun and the stars. "Home," she whispered as he entered her body, pouring his cum into her.Suddenly, the stars disappeared, huge wings swept across the sky, and the world was on fire. "...don't want to wake up the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?"

Ser Jorah's face was haggard and sad. "Regar is the last descendant of the true dragon." He told her, stretching out his translucent hands to keep warm on the brazier. Inside the brazier lay a few stone eggs, burning red and smoking like coals.One moment he still had flesh and blood, and then he began to disappear, his muscles lost color, and he was more invisible than Feng'er. "The last true dragon." His voice was like a wisp of smoke, and then he disappeared without a trace.She felt the pressing darkness behind her, but the red door was getting further and further away.

"...don't want to wake up the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, do you?" Viserys stood before her, screaming, "You little bitch, dragons don't humble themselves, and don't let you boss your sons over. I am dragon's heir, and I shall have the crown!" Melted gold It ran down his face like wax, burning deep dents. "I'm the heir of the dragon! I'll get the crown!" He howled sharply, his fingers were like snakes, biting her nipples, pinching and twisting, his eyes popped out, like jelly, dripping down her nipples. Scorched cheeks. "...I don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon..."

The red door is ahead, far away, but she can feel the cold breath coming towards her from behind. If she is caught, she will fall into a situation more terrifying than death, and she will cry alone in the boundless darkness forever.So she started to run fast. "...I don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon..." She felt the heat inside her, as if something terrible was burning in her womb.Her son was tall and mighty, with Drogo's bronzed skin and her silver-blond hair, and violet eyes shaped like almonds.He smiled at her and stretched out his arms to hug her, but when he opened his mouth, what he spit out was monstrous flames.She saw his heart was burning fiercely in his chest, and in just a moment, he disappeared without a trace, like a moth fluttering to a flame being swallowed by a candle flame and turned into ashes.She wept for the baby, mourning the sweet baby that would have sucked at her breast, but her tears turned to steam as soon as they touched her skin.

"...Wake up the Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon..." Ghosts lined both sides of the long hall, dressed in the faded garments of ancient kings, holding pale flaming swords, their hair was silver, or gold, or bright as platinum, and their eyes were the color of opal, amethyst, tourmaline, and emerald . "Quick!" they shouted, "Quick, run!" She ran, melting the stone floor every time she landed. "Run!" the ghosts yelled in unison, and she screamed and rushed forward.The severe pain was like a sharp knife cutting across her back. She only felt her skin being torn apart, smelled the stench of steaming blood, and saw the shadow of huge wings.Then, Daenerys Targaryen took flight.

"...Wake up the Sleeping Dragon..." The red door stood in front of her, getting closer and closer, the long hall became a blur around it, the air-conditioning receded behind her, and the stone floor disappeared.She flew high and high over the Dothraki Sea, with the Green Sea tossed below, and under her wings all the creatures of the world fled for their lives.She smelled the smell of home, saw the view of home, beyond the door, there were green fields and big stone houses, and there was an embrace that warmed her heart, right there.She flung the door open. "...Sleeping Dragon..."

It was Rhaegar, his brother, who was seen in jet-black armor, on a horse of the same color, and in the narrow eye-slit of his helmet a flame blazed. "The last of the Dragonborn," Ser Jorah whispered weakly, "the last, the last." Dany pulled back his polished black mask and found that the face inside was her own. After that, for a long time, the pain, the raging fire burning in the body and the whispering stars covered the whole world. She woke up suddenly with the taste of ashes in her mouth. "No," she moaned, "no, please!" "Khaleesi?" Jiki leaned forward, like a frightened doe.

The tent was immersed in the shadows, silent and closed.Countless shards of ash drifted upward from the brazier, and Dany followed them through the smoke vent above.Fly, she thought, I have wings, I can fly.But that was just a dream after all. "Help me," she whispered, struggling to get up. "Please give me..." Her throat was hoarse and stinging, and she couldn't remember what she wanted.Why does it hurt so much?She felt as if her body had been torn to shreds and put back together again. "I need to……" "Yes, Khaleesi." After saying that, Jiqi ran out, shouting loudly, but there was no one in the tent.Dany wants...something...someone...what the hell?She knew it was important, the only thing in the world that mattered most.She rolled over, propped herself up on her elbows, and struggled with the blanket that tangled her feet.Moving is hard, hard: the whole world is spinning.I must……

When they came in, they found her lying on the carpet, crawling towards the eggs.She resisted feebly as Ser Jorah Mormont carried her back to the silk bed.Over his shoulders she saw her three handmaidens, Jhogo with a mustache, and the broad, flat face of Mirri Maz Duur. "I must," she tried to tell them, "I must..." "... sleep, my princess," Ser Jorah said. "No," Dany said, "please, please." "It must." He covered her with a silk quilt, not caring that she was hot all over. "Kalixi, sleep well, get well soon, and come back to us." Then, the witch Mirri Maz Duur appeared, holding a cup to her lips.She tasted sour milk in it, and something else thick and bitter.The warm liquid ran down her chin, and she swallowed numbly.So the tent gradually dimmed, and she fell asleep again, this time not dreaming, but floating on an endless black ocean, comfortable and peaceful.

After a while—a night, a day, a year, she didn't know—she woke up again, the tent was pitch black, and the wind was blowing outside, and the silk curtains flapped like wings.This time Dany stopped struggling to get up. "Illy," she called, "Jiki, Doria," and they appeared at once. "My throat is so dry," she said, "so dry, so dry." So they brought water.The water was lukewarm and tasteless, but Dany drank it hungrily and sent Jiki for more.Irri dampened a soft cloth and wiped her forehead. "Am I sick?" Dany said.The Dothraki girl nodded. "How long have you been sick?" The wet cloth was very refreshing, but Yi Li's expression was extremely sad, and she couldn't help feeling scared. "A long time," whispered the maid.Mirri Maz Duur, sleepy-eyed, followed Jiki when she returned with water. "Drink," she said, raising Dany's head to the glass again, but this time it was wine, sweet, sweet wine.After Dany finished drinking, she lay back, listening to her soft breathing, her limbs felt heavy, and drowsiness came back to her heart. "I want..." she murmured, her voice muffled and indistinct. "I want...I want to hug..." "What do you want?" the witch asked, "Khaleesi, what do you want?" "I want...eggs...dragon eggs...please..." Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she was too tired to open them anymore. When she opened her eyes for the third time, a ray of golden sunlight was entering directly from the smoke vent on the roof, and her hands were holding a dragon egg.It was the milky one, with creamy scales streaked with spirals of gold and bronze, and Dany could feel the heat from the egg.Under the silk quilt, her whole body was covered with a layer of crystal clear sweat, this must be Long Lu, she thought to herself.She stretched out her finger, brushed the eggshell lightly, moved along the strands of golden color, and felt something leaping and stretching in the depths of the stone egg, echoing in telepathy.She is not afraid, all fear has been burned away with the high fever. Dani touched her forehead, her skin was cool under the sweat, and her high fever had subsided.She forced herself to sit up. Although she felt a little dizzy for a short time and her legs still hurt deeply, she felt that her strength had returned.The maids heard her and came running hastily. "I want a drink of water," she told them. "Bring me a bottle of water, the cooler the better. And some fruit, I want dates." "Yes, Khaleesi." "I want to see Ser Jorah." She stood up, and Jiki took a muslin robe and put it on her. "And a lukewarm bath. Call Mirri Maz Duur too, and . . . " The memories came together suddenly, and she couldn't go on. "Khal Drogo," she forced herself to say, looking into their faces in horror. "Did he—" "Khal is still alive." Yili replied quietly... But while she was speaking, Dany noticed a gloomy look in her eyes, and as soon as she finished speaking, she hurried out to get water. So she turned to Doria: "Tell me what happened." "I...I'll go to Ser Jorah." The girl Lys 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 survive, 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 it, before she woke up for the first time and saw Ji Qi bursting into tears, no, she knew it before she woke up.The dream came to her suddenly, vividly, and she thought of the tall man with bronzed skin and silver-blond braids, who died in the flames with a crash. 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 to steam when they touched her cheeks.All the sadness has evaporated in me, she told herself.Although she was mourning, but... she only felt that Lei Ge was gradually moving away from her, as if he had never existed. A moment later, when Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered the tent, Dany ran to check on the other two eggs.It was strange that the two eggs, still in the box, were as hot as the one she had held in her sleep. "Come here, Ser Jorah." She took his hand, and laid it on the black dragon's egg, streaked with scarlet. "How do you feel?" "The eggshell is as hard as a rock." The knight looked cautious. "There are also scales." "Is it hot?" "Not hot, cold stone." He pulled his hand away. "Your Highness, are you okay? Your body is still so weak, how are you getting 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." "My lord, he didn't live at all. The women said..." He stopped, and Dany realized he was broken and limp when he moved. "Tell me, tell me what those women said." He turned his head away, with guilt in his eyes. "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 Maz Duur finished for him.Although the knight was excellent in martial arts, Dany knew that the witch and witch were more powerful, crueler, and unimaginably dangerous than him at this moment. "The whole person is deformed and distorted. I personally delivered him. He was covered with scales like a lizard. He was blind. He had a short tail on his buttocks and a pair of small bat-like wings. When I touched him, he The skin and flesh fell off the bones, it was full of maggots, and it gave off a rotten stench, and he had been dead for many years." It was the darkness, Dany thought, the horrible darkness that was chasing after her, trying to consume her.If she turned back, it would 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, eager to be born." "Perhaps so," answered Mirri Maz Duur, "but what came out of you was what I just said. Khaleesi, this tent was full of death then." "Shades only," Ser Jorah hissed, but Dany could hear misgiving in his words. "I saw it with my own eyes, witch, I saw you here alone, dancing with shadows." "Long is the shadow cast by the grave, Iron Lord," said Mirri. "Long and dark, till no light can stop it." Dany understood that Ser Jorah had 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 all too well; that pale face, those hollow pupils, those crippled feet spoke volumes of his remorse. "Shadows have you too, Ser Jorah," she told him, but the knight made no answer.Dany turned to the priestess. "You warned me that only death can buy life. I thought you meant the horse." "No," said Mirri Maz Duur, "that was just a lie you used to deceive yourself, and you knew exactly what the price would be." Does she know?Did she really know then?If I turn back, it's all over. "I've paid the price," Dany said. "I've paid the steed, my boy, and Quilo, Ketho, Hargol, and Qorholo, many, many times over." stand up. "Where is Khal Drogo? Take me to him, whether you be a priestess or a witch or a blood witch, I want to see him anyway. 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, and Ser Jorah put his arms around her, holding her upright. "Your Highness, there will be 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 scorched ground was dry and hollow.The maids were waiting aside with water, wine and melons. Jhogo stepped forward to help Ser Jorah help her up, while Ago and Rakharo stood behind.The scorching sun was shining on the sand, and the reflected glare made it difficult for her to see. It was not until Dany raised her hand to cover her eyes that she saw the embers of a campfire. Dozens of horses walked listlessly around, looking for the little Grass, and a few tents and sleeping bags.A small group of young children gathered around to see her, and some women were doing daily chores in the distance, and a few stooped old men, with their tired eyes open, stared at the blue sky dreamily, and frailly waved away the blood flies. .If you count carefully, there are only about a hundred people, that's all.The camp that used to be full of 40,000 soldiers is now only sand and dust. "Drogo's khalasar is gone," she said. "A Kayo who can't ride a horse is not qualified to be a Kayo." Jogo said. "The Dothraki only follow the strong," said Ser Jorah. "I am sorry, my lord, but we cannot keep them. Bono 'Kol' was the first to leave, and called himself Khal Bono, and many People followed him. Not long after, Jaco followed suit. The rest of the people took advantage of the night, large groups and small groups, and disappeared day by day. In the past, there were only Drogo's khalasar in the Dothraki Sea, but now there are more than ten a new one." "The old people stayed," said Aggo, "and the cowards, the weak and the sick, and we who swore. We will never leave you." "They took Khal Drogo's herd, Khaleesi," said Rakharo. "We are too few to stop them. It is the right of the strong to take away the weak. They took many slaves too, Both Kayo and yours, only a few left." "Where's Eroye?" Dany asked hastily, remembering the frightened girl she had saved outside the satyr town. "Margo took her, who is now the bloodrider of Khal Jaqo," said Jhogo, "first he took her to his khal, and then he gave her to his khal, and then Jaqo took her To the other bloodriders, and he had a total of six. When it was done, they slit her throat." "Kalixi, this is her life." Ago said. If I turn back, it's all over. "It was her sad fate," said Dany, "but Margo's will be worse. I swear by the gods old and new, by the goat and the horse and all the gods in the world, to the Mountain and the Mother The womb lake of the world swears: before I deal with them, Mago and Jaco will beg me to give them mercy as they have treated Eloye." The Dothraki looked at each other uneasily. "Khalishi," the maid Iri said to her as if explaining to a child, "Jaqo is now a khal, with twenty thousand mounted warriors behind him." She raised her head and said, "What about me? I am Daenerys 'Stormborn', Daenerys of House Targaryen. I am a descendant of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the cruel. My blood can be traced back to ancient Va. The people of Rhelia. I am the Daughter of the Dragon, and I swear to you these men shall die screaming in agony. Now, take me to Khal Drogo." He lay on the bare red sand, staring at the sun. There were more than a dozen blood flies on his body, but he didn't seem to notice it.Dany swung the fly away and knelt beside him.His eyes were wide open, but he turned a blind eye, and she knew immediately that he was blind.But when she whispered his name, he still seemed deaf.The wound on his chest had completely healed, and the scar that had formed was gray and red, looking very hideous and terrifying. "Why is he here alone in the sun?" she asked them. "He seems to like the warmth of the sun, my lord," Ser Jorah said. "His eyes follow the sun, though he cannot see at all. He can walk, and will follow anyone who takes him, but only Stop there. If you put food in his mouth, he will eat; if you put water on his lips, he will drink." Dany kissed her sun and star lightly on the forehead, and rose to face Mirri Maz Duur. "Sorceress, your spells are costly." "He lived," said Mirri Maz Duur. "You asked for his life, and you paid for it." "To a man like Drogo, it's not life at all. His life is laughing, meat roasting on the fire, a horse riding between his legs. His life is holding an arakh in his hand. , riding against the foe, bells ringing in his hair. His life is his bloodrider, me, and the son I would have borne for him." Mirri Maz Duur did not answer. "How long will it take for him to be the same again?" Dany demanded. "Till the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," said Mirri Maz Duur. "Till the seas dry up and the mountains fall like dead leaves. Until your womb moves again and you bear a child again." .At that time, he will return to his previous appearance, and it will never be possible before that." Dany gestured to Ser Jorah and the others. "Stand back first, I want to speak to the Witch alone." Mormont and the Dothraki left immediately. "You know very well," Dany said after they had gone.No matter how much pain she had in her heart and body, anger gave her strength. "You knew exactly what I would get and the price, but you still made me pay the price." "It was wrong that they burned my temple," said the fat flat-nosed woman quietly. "They offended the High Faun." "No god would do such a thing," Dany said coldly.If I turn back, it's all over. "You lied to me and murdered the child inside me." "Yeah, riding the world's steed can't burn down cities, and his khalasar can no longer wipe out other countries." "I pleaded for you," she said bitterly. "I saved you." "Help me?" Madam Lazarin spat. "I was raped by three men, not in a normal male-female position, but from behind, like a male dog mating with a bitch. When you rode by, the fourth man was penetrating me. How are you going to save me? I have seen with my own eyes the burning of the temples of my God, where I have healed countless faithful men and women. My home was burned by them, and there were piles of human heads everywhere in the streets. The baker who ate the bread, and the little boy who was suffering from dead eye fever and was finally rescued by me, but that was only three months ago. I can still hear the horsemen waving their whips and urging the children away. Crying loudly. Tell me: what did you save?" "I saved your life." Mirri Maz Duur smiled grimly. "Then take a good look at your khal, and show you what life is worth when all is gone." Dany summoned the khas and ordered them to arrest Mirri Maz Duur and tie her up.However, when the witch was taken away, he smiled at her, as if they shared some kind of secret.Dani needs only one word to kill her...but what can she get?a head?If life is worthless, what's the point of death? They led Khal Drogo to her tent, and Dany ordered them to fill the tub with water, not blood this time.She bathed him herself, washed the dust from his arms and chest, wiped his face with a soft cloth, soaped his long black hair and smoothed out the tangles until it was as she remembered it. Shiny black.By the time it was done, night had fallen, and Dany felt exhausted.She stopped to eat, but could only swallow a fig and take a drink of water.Sleep might be a relief, but she's been sleeping for a long time... for too long.She should dedicate this night to him, for all the nights they had had and every night they would ever have. She led him into the night, the memory of that first union with her.The Dothraki believe that all major events in life should be witnessed by the heavens.She told herself that there are forces in this world stronger than hatred, and there are magics older and truer than the sorcery that the Witch learned in Asshai.The night sky was dark, the moon was gone, and only a million stars were shining overhead, which she took as a good omen. There is no soft lawn to welcome them here, only hard dusty sand and outcropping rocks.There were no windswept trees and the gentle sound of babbling brooks to soothe her fears, but Dany told herself that just a few stars in the sky would be enough. "Remember, Drogo," she whispered, "remember the night we were married, our first union. Remember the night we conceived Rhaego, when all the khalasar looked at us, and in your eyes Only me. Think of the womb lake in the world, how cool and clear the water is. Please remember, my sun and stars, please remember, and come back to me." She couldn't marry him as she wished because she had just given birth and her wounds weren't healed, but Doria had taught her other ways, so Dany used her hands, her mouth, and her breasts, and she bit him with her nails , printed hickeys all over his body, whispered in his ear, prayed to him, told him stories.In the end, she flooded him with tears. Drogo, however, was unconscious, did not speak, and did not have an erection. When a bleak light dawned on the empty and desolate horizon, Dany finally knew that she had lost him forever. "When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said mournfully, "when the seas dry up and the mountains blow down like dead leaves. When my womb moves again and I conceive again. Then, My sun and stars, you will return to your previous appearance, it is absolutely impossible before that." Not coming back, cried the darkness, not coming back, not coming back, not coming back. Dany found a soft silk pillow full of feathers in the tent, and hugging the pillow to her chest, walked back to her sun and star Drogo.If I turn back, it's all over.She felt so painful when she walked, and she just wanted to sleep forever and not dream anymore. She knelt beside Drogo, kissed him on the lips, and covered his face with the pillow.