Viserys walked with a light step, as if nothing had happened. He passed his own room, where the servants were arranging the Dragon Bone boxes sent by Illyrio, without a glance. He went straight to Daenerys's door.
At this moment, Annie, the maid who often appeared at this time to diligently clean the guest room corridors and would specifically ask if the rooms needed cleaning, had just come upstairs with her cleaning tools. Viserys pretended to knock on Daenerys's door, waited for a moment, and then, receiving no response, turned the handle and entered.
As he entered, he met Daenerys coming from the direction of the washroom, as if she had heard the knock and was coming to open the door.
Seeing that Daenerys had already changed into her casual clothes, Viserys was a little taken aback: "You're awake?"
Daenerys caught the fleeting surprise on her brother's face: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"A small problem," Viserys explained as if nothing had happened. "Governor Illyrio has guests in his courtyard today, so we'd best stay in our rooms. We'll have lunch here later." He went forward without any hesitation and took Daenerys's hand, finding her temperature normal. He led her to the tea table by the window and sat down. "When did you wake up?"
"Just now." Daenerys looked a little nervous, her voice was soft, as if she were plotting something. "I had a dream."
Daenerys tried not to let her gaze wander, her eyes fixed on her brother's face. Her heart was filled with a few traces of hesitation, but more was an inexplicable anticipation.
Viserys certainly felt Daenerys's expectant gaze. Things had gone a bit beyond his expectations, but he quickly accepted the situation. He casually spoke in Common Tongue, "The weather is nice today." As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Daenerys's hand, which she had intended to release. He subtly signaled with his eyes and then turned his head to look out the window. Then, he whispered in Valyrian, as if they were conspiring, "What kind of dream?"
Daenerys was momentarily at a loss, but before she could fully process it, she instinctively turned her head to look at the view outside the window, though her eyes kept glancing back at her brother. "The sunlight is a bit harsh." She didn't know why she had spoken those words in Common Tongue, but after she finished, she lowered her voice and replied in Valyrian as concisely as possible, "...I dreamed of a dark curtain. I was inside the dark curtain, and I was also outside of it. The dark curtain drew purple dust from my body in the darkness and devoured it, leaving only the me outside. I saw sparks scattered across my body, and I could feel the warm flow of blood in my skin in the dream, like…" She paused, as if to say mother— but she didn't say the word, unsure if it would upset Viserys. "…a warm embrace."
Since waking up, she had rehearsed this condensed description in Common Tongue in her head many times. She was a little surprised that she could now speak it fluently in Valyrian in one go.
Viserys had never underestimated the future Mother of Dragons. He took her account as a matter of course, without even realizing that it must have been a rehearsed speech that the timid and shy Daenerys had practiced repeatedly.
After listening to Daenerys, he squeezed her palm to indicate he understood. He said, "It is a bit harsh." He then flipped over the cup on the table and poured himself a glass of lemonade. Before his mouth touched the cup, he quietly asked, "Anything else?"
Daenerys had already learned this way of speaking. She asked, "So, aren't we going out today?" She whispered, "That's all I remember. What does it mean?" When she came to her senses, Daenerys found herself asking the question naturally— something she would never have dared to do before.
At this moment, Daenerys didn't understand that a feeling called confidence was quietly, little by little, invading the part of her self-perception that had been self-deprecating, ever since she realized her brother was hinting that he needed her help.
"We'll stay in the room today." Viserys had no way of knowing that Daenerys's state of mind was quietly changing. He simply answered as usual. "It means your bloodline is awakening. Don't forget, we are True Dragon Descendants," he answered her question vaguely, using the words her previous brother had said to her countless times, "Burning flames in our blood."
Daenerys' heart skipped a beat at Viserys' answer. For the first time, she felt that the words her brother spoke, which sounded like a monk's prayer, might actually be true.
"Awakening," she heard the description, and it reminded her of the night Viserys was struck by lightning. She found that she had never forgotten what happened then, but she couldn't understand it, couldn't figure it out.
The answer to this one question brought her a hundred new questions, and now she couldn't even think of what the first new question was, how to ask it?
While Daenerys' thoughts were racing, Viserys ended the conversation: "Trust me, Daenerys, you just trust your brother, leave everything to me." After saying that, he released the tightly clasped hand and stood up as if nothing had happened, walking towards the door, "Why hasn't lunch been delivered yet? I'm starving."
Viserys opened the door and saw the maid, Annie, was still some distance away. He walked straight over and bossed her around: "You, yes you, go to the kitchen and see why lunch hasn't been delivered? I'll wait here."
Under Viserys' gaze, the maid didn't dare to delay, and quickly put down her work and went towards the kitchen. She looked back once and saw that Viserys was actually standing there waiting.
When the maid and the butler appeared in sight, pushing the food cart together, Viserys' deliberately angry expression finally softened slightly.
The cautious performance between him and Daenerys in the room just now might have been just a battle of wits with the air.
At this point, he finally had time to think about the dream that Daenerys had cautiously told him about just now.
The imagery in the dream that Daenerys described was brief but clear enough, "a dark curtain," "purple dust drawn from the body and devoured," Viserys felt that this was describing him devouring the Dragon Soul, the "dark curtain" should be the mystical imagery of him in Daenerys' dream; as for Daenerys' "inside and outside," Viserys didn't dare to make a rash judgment, the "I" and "I" in the dream existing at the same time often meant that one of them was a "non-self" part, he guessed that the part that was devoured was the "non-self," the Dragon Soul that entered Daenerys' body, while the outside part was herself, plus the description of "scattered sparks of fire" and "warm flowing blood," Viserys guessed that it should be that the Dragon Bone had another kind of mystical substance other than the Dragon Soul that was absorbed by the magical constitution of Daenerys.
He remembered that in the original story, Daenerys had a Dragon Dream after touching the dragon eggs. She dreamt of a black dragon spewing flames, and she opened her arms to embrace the fire. After being completely consumed by the dragonflame in her dream, she felt cleansed and renewed. Her constitution seemed to change after that. And when she suffered a stillbirth due to the blood magic curse of the Witch, it was the heat emanating from the unnoticed stone dragon eggs that helped her recover quickly. A mysterious force then drove her to throw herself into Drogo's funeral pyre along with the dragon eggs, and it was then, at the appearance of the Red Comet, that the dragons hatched in a miraculous way.
There is a Dragon Soul within the dragon eggs.
This was the most plausible inference.
Some Dragon Bones contain residual souls, a fact deduced through practical examination.
Viserys certainly hadn't forgotten his mission: "To collect the Dragon Souls of this world, and become the True Dragon Descendant." However, his magical instincts drove him to "devour" the residual souls within these Dragon Bones. The facts also proved that after absorbing these residual souls, they could become a medium for him to project his otherworldly magic.
In fact, from the very first day he came to this world, Viserys had a guess and an awareness. The ancient Targaryen prophecy stated, "The dragon has three heads". If there were various interpretations of this prophecy before, then with his arrival, and when he manifested his Dragon Form and appeared in the world, all interpretations would point to him.
His arrival would undoubtedly be related to this prophecy, and what kind of relationship would the "chosen one" born of prophecy have with him?
To this, Viserys could only tell himself: Time will tell, and actions speak louder than words.
If the price for him to become a dragon was to devour the souls that originally resided in these dragon eggs and Dragon Bones, Viserys was already prepared. Then, this was the path he would tread.
Of course, all of that was still a long way off. Viserys was, at best, a Dragonfire Sorcerer who could only perform one trick a day, with only two Dragon Scales' worth of magical power.
Viserys didn't know that Daenerys's description of the dream was already as detailed as possible, but there were still missing parts. Some she dared not say, and some she couldn't express in words.
But Daenerys had done well enough. Viserys already took it seriously, but he still didn't take Daenerys's dream too seriously. Instead, confirming Daenerys's trust and closeness to him was what he valued more at the moment.
Afterward, they had lunch in Daenerys's room.
The siblings each had their own thoughts, so there was only silence at the lunch table.
It was around the time they had just finished lunch. The maid Annie led the servants to clear the table, and laughter and chatter from Illyrio and the guests in the courtyard below faintly drifted up from the garden.
Viserys wasn't surprised by this. He already knew that after he made it clear that he would wait in Illyrio's courtyard for an opportunity, if he didn't go to the mountain, the mountain would come to him.
He just didn't know what Illyrio was up to, why he was making this dumpling?
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