chapter 203 part 1
Chapter 203: Dragonflame's Source (Complete)
Essos, Viserys's Domain, West Harbor.
The Golden Rose banner fluttered in the east, and blue figures were everywhere near the pier. Gregor crabbe, surrounded by guards, stomped on the wooden planks as he disembarked from the Mermaid.
The captain of the West Harbor guard, one of Daenerys's twenty guards left by Glyn at the Pentos crabbe Trading Company, walked over quickly and saluted, "Lord Glyn."
Glyn smiled and patted the guard captain's arm, saying, "Gerrit, you've worked hard."
Regardless of rank or status, Glyn meticulously remembered every person from Crackclaw Point he had encountered, never neglecting them since inheriting the territory.
The guard captain moved his lips and said, "Gerrit, I await your command."
Gerrit was nearly thirty. Outside, he could be called a seasoned elite warrior, but... if placed on the perennially chaotic Crackclaw Point, he would at most be one of many experienced veteran soldiers.
Gerrit had a rare advantage: he was relatively steady-tempered among the people of Crackclaw Point, whose customs were plain and simple. This was rare... That's why Glyn chose him as one of Daenerys's guards.
Glyn's brown eyes flickered. He looked towards the direction of the rising sun and said, "Warrior Gerrit, I need horses, the more the better."
After speaking, he looked at the young steward, Leyton, who had accompanied him, and added, "You go with him. Buy them at a high price; we must depart as soon as possible."
"Yes, my lord."
Glyn once again looked towards the direction of the rising sun. That direction was the location of Viserys's Domain's capital city.
...
Along the way, Glyn's party was changing horses. A handsome young man leading horses walked over, his blue hair shimmering with silver in the morning light.
"Stranger, do you need a guide?"
Glyn's eyebrows twitched slightly. He threw a silver stag to the blue-haired young man.
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Evening, Viserys's royal camp.
Outside the tent, Jon Snow glanced at the gloomy Jorah Mormont, then looked at Bronn, saying, "Is Princess Daenerys still inside?"
Bronn sized up Jon and said, "Wait. No one else is desired to disturb her inside."
After the confrontation that night, Bronn's attitude towards him was sometimes good, sometimes bad. Jon had not taken it to heart; he nodded.
At this moment, a quarrelsome sound came from inside the tent, or perhaps it was Viserys's piercing roar of anger.
The three of them simultaneously looked in the same direction, revealing worried expressions.
Bang!
Not long after, the sound of heavy objects crashing came from inside the tent.
Jon clenched his fists, hesitated, and then stepped forward, but Bronn reached out and blocked his path.
"Princess Daenerys has given orders. Without her permission, no one is allowed to disturb her."
Jon looked at Bronn. As he hesitated, another sound of heavy objects crashing echoed.
Jon no longer hesitated. He said in a deep voice, "I will go in and beg for forgiveness."
After speaking, he directly strode in.
...
Inside the tent, the red-eyed Viserys had knocked over a large table. Daenerys watched her brother, who was venting his rage, without moving.
Panting heavily for a while, Viserys's face gradually revealed a cold smile. He turned his head and looked at Daenerys, who was standing to the side.
The corners of his mouth twisted into a terrifying arc: "You bitch! If it weren't for you, the Iron Throne of House Targaryen wouldn't have been stolen by the usurper! You are a sinner! You are House Targaryen's greatest sinner!"
Daenerys, suppressing her rage, said, "Brother Viserys, I beg you to calm down. I will not admit it, and I will not accept groundless accusations."
"You dare to argue?!"
Viserys strode forward. Facing the sleeping dragon's fury, Daenerys raised her head to meet his gaze. There was no fear in her eyes.
Viserys raised his hand. Daenerys's body, however, couldn't help but tremble slightly, remembering how her brother used to hit and kick her... Her hands clenched tightly, filled with rage.
Finally, Daenerys overcame the fear that lingered in her body. She glared at Viserys.
Daenerys clenched her fists, her voice filled with a furious warning: "Viserys, I will never let you harm me!"
Viserys paused, turned his head to look at the hand he had raised, and let out a chuckle.
Retracting his raised hand, Viserys stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Daenerys, who was glaring furiously at him.
Viserys's pair of purple eyes were still filled with inexplicable madness: "Yes, as the true King of the Seven Kingdoms, I should first inform you of the crimes you have committed. This is the King's mercy."
He seemed very pleased with his actions, nodding to himself, and continued, "Your sins... If you had been born earlier and married Rhaegar, would that wrong spring have occurred? If you had married Rhaegar, would those people have become usurpers for a woman? If you had married Rhaegar... It was precisely because you were born too late that Rhaegar had no suitable wife, which led to that damned spring, and finally the usurper took the Iron Throne of House Targaryen!"
Viserys seemed to be pronouncing judgment: "Daenerys Targaryen, your sins are unforgivable. You deserve to die!"
"How can Brother think like this?!"
"Is he mad?!"
Daenerys angrily pushed over the table next to her and roared, "Viserys, you are a bastard!"
At this moment, Viserys seemed to greatly enjoy Daenerys's anger. He pointed to his sister and said, "Because of my mercy, I haven't punished you yet, allowing you to live until today. You should be grateful to your King, and..."
Viserys's words suddenly stopped. He looked towards a figure walking towards them, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Viserys bared his teeth: "I knew you would come in..."
...
Jon glanced warily at Viserys, whose expression revealed madness. He quickly walked to Daenerys's side and said worriedly, "Are you alright?"
"He can't be my brother..." Daenerys's gaze was somewhat unfocused. She shook her head silently.
Viserys watched the actions of the two and murmured, "You are all damned fellows..."
Jon stood in front of Daenerys and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty Viserys, please allow us to leave."
He felt that Daenerys's condition was not right. Jon didn't wait for Viserys's reply and was about to take her away directly.
"You are..."
Viserys scornfully blocked Jon. He even extended a hand to grab Jon's arm, saying, "You are that bastard? The usurper's filthy bloodline?"
Jon glanced at the hand Viserys had placed on his arm and said with a frown, "Your Majesty Viserys, I do not wish to conflict with you."
Viserys sneered, "Oh? Why?"
He sneered, then said, "You don't really think of yourself as a Targaryen, do you?"
Jon Snow said coldly, "I don't need to become a Targaryen. I have always been Jon Snow, and I will not change in the future."
"Very good..."
Viserys released Jon: "Wait... let me think..."
He frowned, stroking his chin, and slowly paced, saying excitedly, "Perhaps, we can truly become..."
Before he could finish speaking, Viserys suddenly stumbled, as if he had stepped on something, and lunged directly towards Jon.
Jon quickly extended both hands and grabbed Viserys's arms, helping him stabilize his body.
"Thank you!"
Viserys looked up, and the two met eyes, his lips slowly curling up.
*Shk!*