Chapter 350 Wedding
There was no cloud in the blue sky, and the bricks and stones of the pyramid were soon scorched hot by the scorching sun.
The handmaiden Jiki took off the silk robe from Daenerys' shoulders, and Irri helped her into the pool.
The brilliance of the rising sun shines on the water surface, and the broken shadow of the persimmon tree can be seen faintly.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to marry..." Missandei summoned up her courage and asked, "Hizdahr?"
Daenerys turned her head and glanced at her maid, and said with a smile:
"What? You don't want me to marry him?"
"Forgive me, but you obviously like His Majesty Caesar..."
"Are you so sure?" Daenerys felt that she had already quarreled fiercely with Samwell that day, could it still be seen through?
Missandei helped the Queen wipe her body, and whispered carefully:
"The villain heard you call in a dream...the name of Caesar..."
Daenerys' pretty face blushed slightly, and she could only barely explain:
"I am the queen, and the queen's marriage does not belong to herself, but to the country."
After saying this, Daenerys couldn't help but think, was she marrying Caesar for herself or for the country?
The maids quickly washed the queen clean like never before.
Daenerys did not rush out of the pool, but continued to soak in the water, tasting the frozen fruit on the silver plate, and fantasizing about the Seven Kingdoms that she had never set foot in.
Everything in her brother's story used to be so attractive to her, but as time went by, with wandering, fleeing, being rejected, and being expelled again and again, the fantasy about Westeros gradually became more and more complicated. become blurred.
But with the arrival of Caesar, the childhood fantasies seemed to be revived again.
He will definitely take me back.
Daenerys thought of the scene where Caesar appeared riding a white dragon, and a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.
This idea finally made her willing to leave the cool pool.
Water drops covered the white and tender skin, and slowly flowed down the legs.
Jiqi brought a soft towel to help her wipe her body, and Yili asked from the side:
"Your Majesty, which dress do you want to wear today?"
Daenerys wants to wear that purple tulle dress, which matches her eye color best, but unfortunately, she can only wear a cumbersome tokar robe today.
After all, the person she is going to marry today is Hizdahr.
"The yellow tokar robe," Daenerys said, swearing inwardly that this was the last time she would wear such a damned garment.
"And that red veil," Daenerys added. Today's Meereen may be bleeding like a river, and the red veil can cover the splashing blood.
Jiqi combed Daenerys' hair, Yili painted the queen's nails, Missandei went out for a while and came back, reported:
"Your Majesty, Prince Quentyn from Dorne asks to see you."
Daenerys remembered that Caesar told her to imprison the Dorne before he left, but she read that the Martell family was always loyal to the Targaryen family, and she always treated each other with courtesy.
However, she is not going to meet Quentin anymore.
"Tell Quentin, I'm really not free today, let's try another day."
"yes."
After dressing, Daenerys left the palace.
At the bottom of the Great Pyramid, Sir Barristan and others were waiting beside a gorgeous open chariot, surrounded by expressionless Unsullied.
"Your Majesty." Ser Barristan stepped forward and saluted.
"It's arranged," Ser Barristan reported. "The Unsullied guard the four gates and the Temple of Grace to keep the Yunkai'i from outside the city safe, and more importantly, to keep you safe. But We can’t care about other places in the city.”
"Isn't there still the Beast Face Army?"
The Beast Face Army is an army composed of rebellious slaves. Because the sons of the Harpy in Meereen have been assassinating those who serve Daenerys, these free folk soldiers who have not received much military training and low combat effectiveness have always been The key targets of the assassination, once they are alone or go home to rest, they will be found dead in their own beds.
That's why Daenerys asked them to wear beast-shaped masks to conceal their true identities, so that the Son of the Harpy could not find the target for assassination.
"They lack training. And masks can hide a lot of things." Sir Barristan pointed to a soldier wearing an owl mask outside, "I don't even know if the face under that mask is the same today as it was yesterday."
"It doesn't matter." Daenerys was very confident, "It is enough that the key places are already guarded by the Unsullied. As long as the nobles die, Meereen will not be in chaos."
"I hope so." Ser Barristan said no more, he made up his mind to stay by the Queen's side every step of the way today.
Daenerys got into the chariot, and the carriage began to move forward slowly.
In front of the Great Pyramid is a square of colored bricks. Heat waves evaporate from the gaps in the bricks, forming dense mist.
There were Meereenese onlookers everywhere, and they cheered when they saw Daenerys' chariot.
The Unsullied surrounded the walking chariot, and as they moved forward, they smashed their spears heavily on the ground, making bang bang bangs, driving the crowd away.
The queue moved forward slowly, and every time they passed a pyramid, the chariots of the nobles of Meereen joined in.
They sent congratulatory gifts to the queen one after another, including gorgeous robes, precious jewelry, and unique sculptures... Daenerys asked the maids to accept the gifts and thanked them with a smile.
She noticed that the chariots of these Meereenian nobles were drawn by men, not horses.
The nobles of Meereen really don't like horses because they will dirty the city, Daenerys thought this would change after she abolished slavery.
But the nobles of Meereen still use people to pull carts, but the method has changed from slavery to employment.
I actually haven’t changed the city at all, Daenerys thought a little discouraged.
The Temple of Grace in Meereen is very similar to that in Astapor, with a golden dome, and two tall bronze harpies standing in front of the gate.
Crossing the statue, the convoy stopped slowly.
Ser Barristan helped Daenerys out of the carriage. In front of him was a staircase paved with colorful bricks.
Black, purple, blue, green... finally to red, on that level, Hizdahr was waiting for her with a smile.
Surrounded by saintesses wearing robes of various colors, the great masters of Meereen stood along the steps. The higher the bloodline, the higher the position, and the guards and servants stood at the bottom of the steps.
The temple was crowded with free people, densely packed, it seemed that everyone in the city had come.
As Daenerys began to climb the steps, they let out a cheer, and finally converged into the same word—
"Misha!"
"Misha! Misha! Misha!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, making the entire temple tremble.
Daenerys stopped, letting the sound sweep her away.
I am not your mother. She wanted to shout back.
She felt unworthy of the title.
But looking at the cheering crowd, Daenerys still couldn't help but burst into tears.
I can't really liberate you yet, but one day in the future, I will definitely come back. Daenerys made a solemn promise in her heart.
"Misha! Misha! Misha!" The voice wave after wave, went straight into the sky.
Samwell rode a white dragon and hovered over Meereen. After hearing this shout, he thought of the woman named Nissa Nissa in the illusion again.
"Do you want her to die that much?" The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "Then I will let her live."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the white dragon's neck, signaling it to dive down.
But at this moment, Samwell suddenly caught a glimpse of the lower airspace below, where a black figure was hovering.
He recognized it immediately. It was Drogon, the black dragon.
(end of this chapter)