Chapter 31
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The Princess of Dragonstone Daenerys's older brother and father died one after the other before even being born.

After becoming the Last Princess, her mother died of dystocia during birth…. she then lived in misery for 13 years, until she was sold to the Dothraki as a slave.

Fortunately, the Drogo treated her well.

But the God of Death soon found her again, her brother was killed by her husband, and her husband and son were sacrificed by a Maegi to the devil – another side of Lord of Light R'hllor.

This is just the first half of her bleak life.

During the years of running around in Slaver's Bay, while she untied the chains of slaves for others, she put shackles on her own neck.

After struggling for a few years, she finally fought back to Westeros, only to find that she is not the Child of Prophecy at all, but a stepping stone that helps the real Child of Prophecy reach the top.

Those who were loyal died tragically one by one, and all who survived were ill-predicted; Mormont, who loved her died tragically, and those whom she loved betrayed her.

The dragons, which she regarded as her children had also become but a gift for the winner of the Game of Thrones.

(P.S: Daenerys is mortal, even if "Song of Ice and Fire" is not over, her ending is doomed. She is a reformer of the decaying old world, but how can a revolutionary pioneer not die? )

It seems that the two most miserable people have come together, a mold on a mold?

Well, Dany, who's changed now, doesn't think she is unlucky…well, except when she first arrived.

She doesn't allow herself to live as an unlucky person. When others encounter her, only they will be unlucky.

"Lynesse is the daughter of House Hightower, right?" Dany recalled for a while, trying to say, "I remember the Kingsguard's Legendary Captain 'White Bull' is also a Hightower?"

"Yes, Ser Gerold Hightower is Lynesse's great-uncle."

"That's House Hightower, won't she bring shame to the family by doing that?" she wondered.

"I've disgraced the Hightower family as a person without honor!" he said bitterly.

"She can go back to her parents' house, has she gone back?" she said.

"It is said that she is now Prince Tregar's favorite concubine, and even his wife is somewhat afraid." Jorah seemed to have a big walnut stuck in his throat, and the two sentences were extremely difficult.

But Dany had to keep him in pain. She asked, "Did you ever go to see her again? Did you go to Lys after you got back from Noyne?"

The pain in his eyes was even worse, and this Iron Wall-like man seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.

"A Merchant Prince has great wealth and influence, I was still on my way to Lys, he personally intercepted me halfway, he…"

"He was going to kill you?" she asked hesitantly.

This is an insurmountable hurdle.

Dany doesn't need to know all of Jorah's secrets, but if it wasn't made clear? What if he encounters Lynesse again in the future? Will she still trust him then?

"He was just using words…. He was making me see the situation – don't make senseless struggles that make everyone look bad. But if I'm not sensible and must go harass them, then it won't be long before I disappear into the Essos west continent without a sound."

"I'm not afraid of his threats." The Knight emphasized, "I just made sure that Lynesse wasn't coerced at all, so I left."

Those two adulterers probably hooked up behind your back, Dany thought.

"Do you still love her?" she seemed to ask casually.

"Love? Love! Love and hate." Ser Jorah replied, seemingly unable to hold on, "Her Highness, please let me go, I'm a little tired."

"Wait a minute," she stopped him and asked directly, "Do you also have feelings for me that go beyond monarchs and ministers?"

Like the original Daenerys, she couldn't respond to his love, but she didn't want to use him as a fallback guy.

Everyone will talk, if they can get together, they will get together, and if they don't, they will disperse.

Without Jorah and the fetters of the Westeros continent with him, she would completely rely on Dothraki and integrate into Dothraki.

Ser Jorah's expression is complicated, embarrassed to be seen through, and glad that she can detect his feelings, he paused, tugged the corner of his mouth and laughed. "The first time I saw you, I thought she has several points of resemblance to you, Daenerys."

Actually, Jorah is just expressing his feelings sincerely and implicitly: Dany also saw the strong love he had when he first met Lynesse.

But to Dany, that answer…zero!

You're completely screwed, you know?

"I don't look like her at all, and even if Drogo is dead, I won't marry another man." She expressed her rejection flatly.

Drogo is a total stranger to her, but that ghoul is also the best shield and an excuse to issue a Good Person Card to a suitor.

Is it possible that the Church of The Seven, after learning about this, will imitate the old example of "Saint Baelor" and give Dany the name "Saint Dany"?

Jorah also heard Dany's refusal, and said, "Your Highness, I am your Kingsguard…Queensguard."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply and stepped forward with a heavy step and left.

Kingsguard, give up the inheritance of Fiefdom, don't marry a wife or have children for the rest of their lives, and serving the king is their only responsibility and honor.

The Second day early in the morning, the sky was bright, Dany rode on her little silver horse, with a remodeled rattan basket on her back, three dragons stretched out their snake-like necks to explore around her waist and shoulders, From time to time, one made a rough "squeak" sound.

The horse's hoof made a crisp "tap" sound on the stone slabs of the street, and the city was as silent as the dead zone and filled with a thin layer of fog. Dany seemed to enter a dream world.

"Khaleesi."

"Khaleesi, do you want to go out of the city?"

Approaching the city gate, two Dothraki Warrior came out from the city gateway, Yawned and greeted Dany.

"I want to train the dragons, the plain outside is wider." She instructed the Dothraki to remove the "city gate" for her, a wooden gate like a raft nailed together by several tree trunks.

Although the three dragons are ready to fly, Dany's requirements are more stringent. Thinking of the stupid dragons like fat cows in the television drama, she worries about the future of herself.

With difficulty changing direction, slow movement, weak lower limbs, unsteady standing, crippling landing, weak wings like rags, scales that can't even block a hand crossbow, and long and brittle necks…

With that many weaknesses, how do can they dominate the world?

Last night, she melted all of Drogo's gold medals and smelted them into golden chains. At this time, she held the dragons in her arms and locked her two calves. The chain with the thickness of a pinky finger has only three links and is less than 10cm long, which adds about a pound of burden on one leg.

"Come on, Big Black, you are the oldest, set an example for your brothers." Like before, she held the dragon and threw it into the air.

"Whoa, whoa – hoot!"

Big Black flapped his wings vigorously, but before he flew ten meters away, he fell headfirst on the sand.

"Sigh—" Black Dragon turned his head, stared at Dany and let out a grieving hiss.

"You shall crawl back." Without looking up, she continued to "shackle" Little White.

"crash-bang-pop!"

Little White was not as good as Big Black, almost drawing a parabola and hitting the ground.

"si si—boom—"

White Dragon angrily spewed a thin stream of red flames into the sky.

"Don't waste your energy, come back and continue." Dany snapped.

Little White wouldn't listen, and turned around in circles without thinking, struggling to flap its wings it spit Dragonflame indiscriminately.

Dany was so angry that she walked over to his little head and tapped his head.

"Quack—" Little White moved towards Dany growled, and he seemed angry too.

Different from Big Black, Dany can't use Dragon Dream to comfort and connect to Little White and Little Green, her language and actions are difficult for them to accept, and the training process is very troublesome.

In desperation, Dany had to bend down, support Little Whites body, make it stand up straight, and walk back to the rattan basket step by step.

She couldn't hug him, if the first time she hugged him, then there would be a second time.

The reason why they walk back themselves is mainly to train the strength of the lower body and the balance of the dragon on land.

In the past few days, Dany found that dragons have a natural sense of space, but when they land or are on the ground, they are not even as stable as a duck. Ducks have only two, webbed, feet, and in addition to feet, dragons have a pair of wings that act as front claws.

It's hard to even walk, even more how to run fast?

Dany doesn't expect them to be able to run past a galloping horse, but if they don't have a flexible and fast running speed. Once they land, the dragon that loses momentum on impact will be easily surrounded, trapped, and hurt.

The dragon's wings are impossible to work to the point of blocking dragon-slaying crossbows, and their wingspan is so large that maybe the key torso can dodge the attack of the crossbow, but the wings are too easy to hit.

If you have to make a forced landing in the enemy's army, it will be miserable if you don't have the ability to break through at high speed.

They trained to fly with weights all morning, and Dany didn't unlock the chains at noon, so she carried them to find food.

There are Dothraki who help the dragons to find prey. In the morning, Effendi and a group of old Dothraki are grazing the horses while keeping an eye out for small animals in the sand and hills.

Really very small.

Big Black's first prey was a palm-sized scorpion.

"shaw!" A thin Dragonflame burned until the scorpion squeaked, and after a while there was only a pinch of black ash on the sand.

"Don't burn too much, it's too small to make for that!" she said, rubbing Big Black's head.

Staying as Dreki at all times, Big Black has an almost psychic connection with her.

"Khaleesi, here's another scorpion." Effendi yelled as he stood on another dune.

This time, Big Black was like a chicken pecking at rice, his long snake neck was as quick as lightning, and Dany intuitively saw a flash, and the scorpion was caught in his mouth.

"Too much!" The scorpion tail stabbed at the corner of Big Black's mouth, making a dull crashing sound. Dany saw the poisonous needles glowing a faint purple piercing the soft flesh of his mouth several times.

"Are you poisoned? Are you feeling unwell?" Dany asked quickly, but she heard from the Dothraki that this red scorpion paralyzed a horse with just one sting.

Dothraki didn't dare to eat the horse's meat at all, so Dany asked people to smoke it into jerky and feed it to the dragons.

Because Jorah told her that in Targaryen's hundreds of years of dragon history, dragon poisoning had never been heard of.

A dragon is made of fire, with lava under its skin, Jorah said.

Dragons have a muscular skeleton, under their skin is definitely not a lava, but the temperature must be very high.

At this time, stroking the scales of the young dragon is like a hot hand warmer.

The temperature of their blood should be higher.

For a while, Black Dragon didn't have any thoughts of physical discomfort, and Dany was completely relieved.

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