Chapter 12 Silver Lady
Although several walls of Drogo's straw palace are made of thick rushes, the roof and the front are made of silk and coarse cotton cloth. When they are disassembled and folded together, they are enough to fill ten carts.
It is almost worthless in modern society. Well, it is also very valuable. There are dozens of animal skins hanging on it, golden mink skins, thick bison skins, and white lion skins unique to the fantasy world. It is estimated that they can be exchanged for several houses within the third ring road of Beijing, Shanghai and
Guangzhou. Well, back to the world of ice and fire. The greatest khal of course lives in the best palace. Drogo's straw palace is undoubtedly the best in the Dothraki Sea.
"Khal, it's getting late. I'm afraid we have to camp here today." Mago said to Jaco.
Jaco thought for a moment and shouted to Quiro and the others, "Leave, leave the palace to me. I'm going to host a banquet for the warriors of the khals tonight.
Also, I know Drogo has ten boxes of gold medals and fifty boxes of silver medals. Hand them over and they'll all belong to me."
The Dothraki have no currency system and no money trade, but this world is not just about the horsemen.
The horsemen are not even the strongest race.
When they came to the nine free trade cities with high walls and deep fortifications and strict guards, they still needed to exchange gifts to obtain the necessities of life.
Gold and silver are the hard currencies of the world of ice and fire, and the Dothraki also need them.
Gold, silver and copper were smelted into medals and awards by them - they could be buckled together to form a belt. From time to time, the khal would take off a medal from his waist as a reward and give it to someone who had made contributions.
The most powerful Drogo has the strongest khals and the most wealth.
A small half of the "luxurious" straw curtain palace of more than 200 square meters is filled with heavy wooden boxes. In addition to daily items such as clothing, gold and silver are the bulk.
"You are late. You are not the only knight who desires Khal Drogo's wealth."
Jaco interrupted her rudely, "Not a 'knight', I am Khal Jaco."
Daenerys looked at her with contempt and continued, "In order to prevent the chaotic soldiers from breaking into the tent, I had those things thrown out long ago. Anyway, Dosh Khaleen has the entire Horselord City to support him, and I don't need gold and silver."
"Really?" Jaco was a little angry, and a little unbelieving-unwilling to believe.
"We carried the boxes together and threw them out, sixty boxes, everyone knows it." Ser Jorah said.
"Everyone knows it." Aggo also echoed.
"Everyone knows it." Dany's khas said in a mess.
"Damn it, leave now!" Jaco waved his whip in frustration.
No one will rob Khaleesi's dowry, the khal's weapons and horses. Well, this is a tradition known to all Dothraki.
A 20-square-meter linen tent, with a dozen wooden boxes piled up in a corner, most of which were gifts Dany received when she got married.
When they were carried out of Drogo's palace, Mago dismounted and looked through them.
The newly built tent was too small to dig a fire pit, so the door curtains could only be pulled open to the left and right, and a raging fire was burning not far from the door.
Under the dim flames, Qotho's cold face was reflected. He had been guarding beside Drogo's bed, waiting for the moment when "Blood of My Blood" would rush to the Kingdom of Night.
Hago was drunk, lying on the ground with a dejected look on his face, his dim eyes staring blankly at the top of the tent.
"The child should be left with Blood of My Blood, waiting for the last moment together. Coholro should not have listened to her." He said vaguely.
The tent was too crowded. Dany sat at the door, not answering Hago's words. She just looked pale and lowered her head to stuff cotton wool into a rag doll.
The rag doll was something she had just sewn with pale yellow silk and had no head.
Jaco said that he threw the child's torso to the wild dogs.
The atmosphere in the camp under the starry sky was depressing, and the space was almost frozen in silence. The only sound that could be heard in the camp of one or two hundred people was the crackling of firewood burning in the fire.
Sir Jorah was still wearing armor. He looked at his princess with pity. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but it seemed that his throat was stuck and he couldn't say a word of comfort.
Perhaps no words could alleviate the grief in her heart at this moment, the knight thought sadly.
Unable to help but, a scene in King's Landing appeared in his mind.
It was fifteen years ago, the eve of the complete demise of the Targaryen Dynasty.
As the heir of the Earl of Bear Island, he was chosen as the personal guard of his lord, Ned Stark, the Duke of Winterfell in the North, because of his extraordinary bravery.
When he led the Northern Army and followed Duke Stark into the Red Castle, he saw a scene similar to tonight: the three-year-old princess was beheaded, and the less than one-year-old prince turned into a pool of blood and mud and stuck to the wall. The sound of horse hooves in the distance awakened everyone in silence.
Quirrell rode to check, and soon came back to report to Daenerys: "Khaleesi, it's Khaleesi of Jaqo, Lady Lilith, she said she wanted to thank you in person."
Dany sat cross-legged on the ground, with a folded wool blanket in front of her. She lowered her head and stared at the baby's body in the bundle for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Please ask her to come over."
"I'm coming." A female voice came from the darkness, followed by a series of knights holding torches.
Without waiting for Dany's order, Lilith's men broke into the small circle.
"You" Dany said one word and stopped.
The flames dancing in the wind reflected a face mixed with smugness and ridicule.
Now, no fool would think that she came with good intentions.
Dany put the cleaned baby boy's head into the neck of the rag doll, and said in a muffled voice: "I saved you."
"Look, I'm riding a horse too," Lilith pulled the reins awkwardly, letting the mount circle in place, "a little mare with silver mane, exactly the same as yours."
In fact, they are not the same. Dany's little silver horse has shining hair like silver threads, while Lilith's is a white horse.
Unlike the Myrish dress last time, she also followed the local customs and changed into a Dothraki painted vest.
Dany covered the bag, looked up and looked directly into Lilith's eyes, and said again: "I saved your life."
Lilith pursed her lips and waved behind her. Two agile Dothraki female riders came to help her off the horse.
Although she could sit on the horse, Lilith was still in the "confinement period", her limbs were weak, her body was inconvenient, and she needed the help of a maid to walk.
It was completely incomparable to Dany who held the dragon egg every day and "dreamed of dragons".
Lilith walked crookedly to Dany's side and imitated her, sitting cross-legged on the magic carpet on the ground. She leaned close to Dany's ear, covered her mouth and laughed softly, "I hate you."
"Obviously." Dany nodded seriously.
"Hehehe." She supported her hands on both sides, leaned back slightly, looked at the stars in the sky that twinkled like gems, sighed, and said lightly: "Hey, I am also Khaleesi, I have my own little silver horse, my own Kasbunu, that's them. More importantly, I have a son who is as strong as a dragon."
As she spoke, she exerted her hands to lean forward from backward, lowered her head and lifted the cloth veil in front of Dany.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a poor little thing, not even half the size of my Django, is the head below the cloth seam? That's right, his original body was eaten by a dog."
Dany felt relieved a lot after hearing this. The heavy guilt in her heart almost made her breathless.
"Thank you." She said sincerely.
"Thank you" Lilith was stunned, "What are you talking about? Are you crazy?"
Dany grinned and mocked maliciously: "Although you are a disgusting bitch, you still know to come to visit me, which is much higher than my previous expectations of you."
Then how low were your expectations of me before?
Lilith was stunned for a while before she fully understood what she meant, and her face was distorted for a moment.
"I"
Before she could get angry, Dany immediately warned: "Dothraki cannot harm dosh khaleen, otherwise they will be cursed by the horse god. Everyone knows it."
After that, she turned her eyes to Lilith's maid, and the Dothraki woman immediately responded: "Everyone knows it."
"Everyone knows it." Irri and Jhiqui also said.
"You" Lilith glared at Dany, and after a while, she suddenly laughed, "It doesn't matter, I'm a bitch, and you're not much better."
"I saved your life!" Dany reminded her for the third time.
"I am grateful to you, but that's all." Lilith scanned the crowd for a while and found the witch who was peeking over here. She pointed at her and sneered, "You saved her, but she still killed your khal and child."
"I didn't," the witch waved her hands and denied loudly, "Lady Silver, have you forgotten that it was me who used the Song of the Moon to help you give birth?"
Lilith didn't want to communicate with her at all. She just turned her head and stared at Dany with a smile, "Drogo is your man, you know better than anyone how many scars he has.
Many of his injuries are far more serious than the broken skin on his chest, but he is still the most powerful khal in the Great Grass Sea, and even the brothels in Lys are filled with his name that carries blood and death."
"I believe her." Dany said lightly.
Then she asked, "Why do you hate me so much? Just out of jealousy. But Khaleesi is not an enviable status?"
Lilith gently stroked the silver hair hanging in front of her chest, stared with lilac eyes, and gritted her teeth and said, "Because I hate being someone else's substitute the most!"
"What do you mean?" Dany was puzzled.
There are so many silver-haired and purple-eyed women in the western continent of Essos. Even Drogo's Khal has dozens of such slave girls.
"I was originally Illyrio's. He bought me from Lys brothel because he wanted to have sex with you but couldn't break the membrane that belonged to Khal Drogo." Lilith leaned close to Dany's ear and whispered to her in a resentful tone: "That fat pig kept shouting your name while fucking me."
"That's it?" Dany's eyebrows jumped, and she didn't seem to care at all.
In modern society, which beautiful woman has not been fantasized about by others?
When men masturbate, do they stare at themselves in the mirror?
The Targaryen family has its own beauty gene blessing, all members are handsome men and beautiful women, such as Dany's dead brother, his character is extremely mean, appearance, well, appearance and character are two extremes.
Daenerys's appearance is naturally first-class, and more importantly, she is probably blessed with the status of the last princess - the last princess of the ancient Valyrian royal family, it's exciting to think about it!
Seeing that Dany was not stimulated, Lilith was a little unhappy, gritted her teeth, and continued: "I am of low status, Illyrio doesn't take me seriously, and often uses me to entertain others.
Just the night before you married Drogo, your 'Beggar King' brother, Viserys, was about to sneak into your bedroom.
It was Illyrio who stopped him and told him that if he angered Drogo, not only would he not be able to use the roaring warriors of the khal to restore the country, but he would also lose the lives of you and your siblings.
Then, the Beggar King fucked me, calling your name again"
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