Chapter 151 The Competition between Eagle and Wolf (4)
Daenerys once again recalled the red-doored house in Braavos when she was a child. Outside the bedroom window, bright yellow lemons were dotted among the green leaves. The image was very clear at first, but then gradually became hazy. She reached out and touched it lightly. In my eyes, I realized that they were my own tears. Every time I remembered them, they were tears.
The pain in her lower body would last for a long time. Dany was hugged tightly by Khal Drogo, with bruises all over her body.
Kaa fell asleep deeply in the tent, while he swallowed his tears and endured the pain alone.
She recalled the Dothraki weddings, the endless banquets, but also the endless killings and battles. Women wearing crimson, yellow and orange veils danced to the beat of drums at the wedding banquet, with open nudity and enchanting dance postures. Even thinking about it now makes Dany blush.
At the wedding banquet, the entire Kals tribe was free. The warriors competed with each other to compete for girls and treasures. Dany saw more than ten warriors die in the battle. She couldn't imagine how many people there were in the entire wedding banquet. The Slark warrior died a worthless and meaningless death.
Drogo turned slightly, his hair falling into a long braid around Dany's neck.
Khal Drogo's braid has never been cut once, which in Dothraki customs means he has never been defeated. Drogo is invincible.
I heard from my brother Viserys that many khal's braids were full of parasites, but fortunately, my husband Drogo did not. He took great care of his braids, and his level of care almost exceeded all others.
When it was daytime, Dany woke up and Drogo was gone. He was most likely riding a war horse and leading the Dothraki cavalry toward the east.
The little silver colt that Drogo gave her was very beautiful. Its hair was silver-grey like the sea in winter, and its temples were as graceful as silver smoke.
Whenever Dany rides on it, she only needs to touch the little silver colt lightly with her knees, and it will start to trot. With a little force on her feet, she will lightly shake the reins with both hands, and the silver colt will gallop forward obediently.
At this time, Dany even felt that she could have the majesty of Kaa.
"You are Khaleesi, and everyone will listen to you, even the Khal." Said Ser Jorah Mormont, who had followed him since the Dothraki wedding feast.
Dany pulled the reins gently, and the little silver horse stopped. Jhogo stepped up and took the reins of the war horse. He was one of the four Dothraki warriors assigned to her by Kaa.
The unfamiliar Common Tongue of Westeros came from Jhogo's mouth, "The Beggar King, inside."
Dany was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of her brother. She told Jhogo not to talk about this in front of Viserys, but looking at Jhogo's surprised look, she knew that her words were a little late.
"Your Dothraki bitch and those barbarians disrespect the king!"
As soon as he entered the tent, the familiar roar of Viserys rang in his ears.
Viserys pressed forward and grabbed her chin, "What I need is for Khal Drogo to go west, not east. Where will he take my army? Where!"
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"Kaa needs to prepare, they can't rush east." Dany defended her husband and people, but her body suddenly leaned back, and Viserys pushed her to the ground.
A cry of surprise appeared behind him, and Jhogo drew out his scimitar and was about to cut off Viserys' head, but was stopped by Daenerys's shout.
"Westeros is in chaos, and they need a real king to save them. I advise you to remind your poor Khal!" Viserys rushed out of the door, "I am the real king!" Dany looked at her brother's back, Close your eyes sadly.
The heavy suspension bridge slowly rose down and suddenly landed on the other side of the moat where the Tengshi River and the Red Fork River converged.
Brynden "Blackfish" Tully rode out of the city gate on his war horse. Robb Stark stood beside him, silent.
The cold wind blew on the side of Riverrun, and Robb Stark looked at the wilderness in the distance. When he led his army to relieve the siege of Riverrun, there were only weeds and charred soil.
But after several months of recovery, green onions returned to the land at the junction of the two rivers.
"Whether this land will continue to flourish or become a scorched earth," Brynden Tully said to Robb Stark, "the choice has been given to Attis Arryn and Jon. ·Royce.”
"I" Robb said hesitantly.
"You've blamed yourself enough, kid," Brynden shrugged. "It's the vassal's fault for letting a boy become king. Victory has gone to your head. You'll regret it later." Blackfish stopped talking. Holding the reins tightly, "I will plead with Earl Royce and Duke Arryn on your behalf, if it can make up for it."
"I can't give up on Jeyne." Robb said, "She is pregnant with my child. Do you know Jon Snow? He was treated unfairly by my mother, and I can't let it."
"My God," Brynden Tully tugged on the reins angrily, "you are such a boy!" He galloped forward, ignoring Robb Stark behind him.
I will not be tied to the marriage relationship between Stark and Tully. This boy is only the King in the North, not the King of the Trident.
If the Greyjoy boys are really trustworthy, then Robb Stark can at least go back by sea, but the Riverlands cannot withstand the baptism of war again and again.
"Family, responsibility, honor." Brynden Tully thought to himself. Old Trout's incompetent children can't follow the Tully family's motto, so let him, the blackfish, follow it!
With his front hooves raised and running, he had already thought of a strategy and the conditions for negotiation.
The boy Robb wanted to negotiate with the Vale on behalf of the King in the North. No, he would negotiate on behalf of Edmure Tully, on behalf of the Riverlands, and on behalf of Riverrun.
Dust rose on both sides of the horse, and the clatter of horse hooves gradually moved away from Riverrun. Robb clenched his fists tightly, hoping for a good negotiation result.
"I am not optimistic about this negotiation," Rickard Karstark stared into the distance, while the heir of White Harbor beside him frowned, "We are not giving in to any conditions."
Willis Manderly looked sideways at Robb Stark, who was full of admiration, "I have to discuss this matter with His Majesty. The Blackfish is smart. It is impossible for him not to know that there will be a battle between us and the Vale. I Doubt him." He moved his fat body, "Lord Royce will think our gold mine is a shame, but Lord Arryn may accept it."
Rickard shook his head, "Who cares about the conditions put forward by the losing side?" He rode his horse, not wanting to return to Riverrun City, but took his entourage and ran towards the camp of the Northern Cavalry stationed outside.
Lord Tytos Blackwood stood at the head of the city, leaning on the battlements, rubbing his fingers on the rough gray stone surface. Below, Lord Karstark galloped away, and in the distance, thousands of northern cavalry were stationed on the cold ice field. The wolf flag is waving.
Count Tytos kept beating the battlements until his palms were red. Thousands of Blackwood's soldiers were all deployed on the north bank of the Tengshi River, facing directly the power of the Twins controlled by the valley. Thinking of this, he groaned.
(End of chapter)