Chapter 319 Meet
The azure sea is calm and smooth, reflecting each other with the sky, regardless of each other.
"Caesar's dragon was the size of a giant elephant?"
Daenerys Targaryen stood on the deck, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, and her exquisite face was full of surprised expressions.
"Yes, at least it was this big when I saw it two months ago." Katu Huya proudly declared, "It should be bigger now."
Daenerys couldn't help but look at her three dragons, who were chasing and fighting under the clear sky.
Viserion and Rhaego were only the size of a hound, and the largest Drogon was only about the size of a war horse.
And the giant elephant...
Daenerys recalled the behemoth she saw in the governor's mansion in Pentos, and a complex emotion that she couldn't explain emerged in her heart.
"Caesar's dragon should have hatched early, right?" she asked.
"No, His Majesty Caesar's dragon was hatched on the day the red comet descended, which is the same day as your dragon."
"It is true, my queen," said Ser Barristan Selmy, "but the last time I saw Caesar's dragon was the size of a kitten."
"That is an old story." Sir Cato said, "When you see Cleopater again, you will be surprised from ear to ear."
"How did Caesar's dragon grow so fast?" Daenerys couldn't help asking, "Does he have any secrets?"
"Maybe you eat more." Katu remembered that his king had always explained this to others.
Daenerys is not satisfied with this answer, her Drogon is always hungry and grows the fastest, but even so, it is nowhere near the size of a giant elephant.
She didn't suspect that Sir Cato was lying, because such a lie could be easily exposed, and he also said that Caesar would fly across the ocean on a white dragon to meet him.
Her Drogon couldn't do that yet.
Although it already has the size of a war horse, Daenerys has never dared to ride Drogon because the dragon's body is composed of neck, tail and wings, which is lighter than it looks.
Even if Drogon can carry people to fly now, it is far from being able to fly across the ocean.
"Bastards always grow faster," Ser Jorah Mormont murmured, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears.
Catu glared at him immediately: "Jorah Mormont! Who are you calling an illegitimate child!"
"Jorah! Apologize!" Daenerys said immediately, her tone serious.
Ser Jorah reluctantly bent slightly: "I apologize if my words offended you."
Sir Kato snorted softly, but also felt undisguised hostility, so he bid Daenerys back.
After he left, Sir Jorah spoke again, saying:
"My queen, Caesar is indeed only of illegitimate blood, the black fire, you are the real Targaryen, the last true dragon."
Ser Barristan nodded silently in agreement.
"No matter black dragon or red dragon, they are all dragons." Daenerys said, "Caesar is my last blood relative in this world, you are not allowed to disrespect him."
"Yes." Jorah nodded, but then said again, "Your Majesty, I am not targeting Caesar, but worrying about you."
"Worried about me?"
"I'm worried that you underestimated Caesar's ambition." Jorah said, "Don't forget that this person has already become king in the Stormlands and will regain the Iron Throne in the future. Who will sit on it?"
"Your Majesty Daenerys, without a doubt." Ser Barristan said, "You are the last blood of Aerys II, with an unquestionable claim to the Iron Throne."
"That's right." Sir Jorah said, "But according to Kato Huya, Caesar has now won the support of the nobles of the Stormlands and the Reach, and his power is far greater than yours. Under such circumstances, can he Would you be willing to pledge allegiance to you?"
Daenerys did not speak, her eyes followed her own dragon.
Viserion and Rhaego are fighting, their claws clasped each other, entangled into a ball full of scales, rolling and falling in the sky, while dancing their claws and flicking their tails.
Daenerys is used to dragons fighting, knowing that they can't hurt each other, this is just a stretch for them.
Sure enough, the two dragons separated immediately when they were about to fall into the sea, and rose up again with hissing and screaming, flapping their wings and waving away the steaming sea water.
Will Caesar and I fight like this? Daenerys couldn't help thinking.
Will he hurt me?
"Then what do you think I should do?" Daenerys asked, obviously already having a little doubt about Caesar in her heart.
"I suggest you go to Pentos." Ser Barristan said, "Governor Illyrio is a friend of House Targaryen, and you will get help from him. More importantly, he will not threaten your status .”
"Businessmen are not trustworthy, my queen." Ser Jorah objected immediately, "They only have money in their eyes, and they will never hesitate when the benefit they get from betraying you is greater than supporting you. Have you forgotten Illyrie?" How did O sell you to the Dothraki in the first place?"
"In exchange for the horse king's army, isn't this a sale?" Jorah asked.
"Okay, Jorah." Daenerys said, "Governor Illyrio did protect me, and he gave me three dragon eggs."
"That's because he couldn't hatch dragon eggs, and they are just three good-looking stones in his hands." Jorah insisted, "As far as I know, no one in this world gets rich because of kindness, Ely Leo was never a reliable partner."
Ser Barristan's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything to refute after all. He didn't actually trust Governor Illyrio either.
"Then who else can I trust?" Daenerys dissatisfied, "Caesar can't, and Illyrio can't, I can't win back the Iron Throne with only your swords, right?"
"Yes, you do need more swords and more loyal soldiers. So I suggest you recruit your own army." Jorah said.
"Where can I recruit troops?"
"Just where we're going."
"Slaver's Bay?"
"Yes. You should have heard of the Unsullied army in Astapor, right?"
"That's an army of slaves!" Before Daenerys could speak, Ser Barristan reprimanded, "The laws of Westeros forbid the slave trade, if Your Majesty brings an army of slaves back, it will only provoke The boycott and rejection of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms!"
"And we don't have the money to buy the Unsullied, I heard they are extremely expensive." Daenerys said.
Sir Jorah heard that the queen was not opposed to using the slave army, so he quickly suggested:
"You can use the goods on the ship to exchange for the Unsullied. I have seen the cargo hold, there are countless silks, tiger skins, medicinal wine..."
"That belongs to Governor Illyrio." Ser Barristan yelled angrily, "Jorah Mormont, no wonder Duke Eddard wants to kill you. You have no honor at all!"
"Honor cannot win back the Iron Throne." Ser Jorah replied, and then looked at Daenerys, "Your Majesty, didn't Governor Illyrio say he supported your cause? If he didn't lie, he wouldn't be reluctant goods."
"Your Majesty, you should banish this man!" Ser Barristan was on the verge of a duel with Jorah. "He will only tarnish your name!"
"Okay, Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah is also plotting for me..." Daenerys spoke halfway, then suddenly raised her head.
Seeing that his three dragons suddenly became extremely restless, circling rapidly in the sky, and even spewing out flames continuously.
"What's wrong with them?"
Daenerys was wondering when she heard the sailor at the bow shout:
"Dragon! White Dragon!"
She followed the reputation and saw a white dragon flying from the west.
"Caesar is here." Ser Barristan said in a low voice.
In the blink of an eye, the white dragon had already arrived above the fleet, and Daenerys knew that Katu Huya was not exaggerating.
"It's so big..."
Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal look like little stunted pets against the white dragon.
The huge shadow cast by the white wings almost enveloped the entire ship, and everyone couldn't help holding their breath in front of such a terrifying giant.
This is a miracle of creation, this is the masterpiece of the gods, this is a power that mortals cannot resist!
Even Jorah Mormont, who had dismissed Caesar before, felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart under the power of the white dragon at this moment.
Daenerys only felt her heart beating frighteningly fast, and an inexplicable feeling awoke from her body, as if a few butterflies were flying in her stomach.
The white dragon swooped down and flew past very close to the deck, causing bursts of exclamations.
The scorching air blows away Daenerys's silver hair, and it seems to awaken some emotion in her pair of violet eyes.
"Good day, Her Royal Highness Princess Daenerys Targaryen." Samwell jumped off the dragon's back and landed firmly on the deck, showing a gentle smile.
Daenerys had a heartfelt smile on her face, bright and brilliant, even more dazzling than the sun on the sea.
All doubts about Caesar and worries about his ambitions disappeared at this moment.
There is only one voice left in my heart——
He is the blood of the real dragon! My last blood relative on earth!
Just like Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters three hundred years ago...
"Your Grace!" cried Ser Jorah. "Before you stand the last blood of Aerys II, the Khaleesi of the Dothraki, the blood of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men." Queen, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of the Realm, sole rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, Her Majesty Daenerys Targaryen!"
"Jorah! Don't be rude!" Daenerys turned her head and gave her knight a warning look, then turned to look at Samwell, and put on a bright smile again,
"Good day, Sam, just call me Danny."
(end of this chapter)