The Dothraki, who dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender, spoke loudly to Rhaenys again.
However, the shouting made Rhaenys confused, and she did not understand what they were talking about.
"What are they talking about?"
Rhaenys looked confused, she couldn't understand the Dothraki language.
"Your Highness."
"careful."
Then some guards picked up the eldest princess who jumped off the dragon's back.
Rhaenys is tall compared to girls of her age. She is wearing bright armor and has long brown hair hanging down her back. She slightly raised her hand to straighten her hair and put it behind her ears.
Holding the helmet that he had just taken off, his little leather boots stepped on the soft ground, and he looked a bit heroic.
Although Rhaenys commanded Rhaego to set fires wantonly while in the air, when she came underground and saw the scorched corpses all over the place, they were instantly turned into ashes by a breeze, and the girl still looked slightly uncomfortable.
And at this time.
call…
There was the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of flapping wings above the head.
Viserys also rode Balerion and landed on the ground.
boom
Balerion's heavy body fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the ground trembled slightly.
The Dothraki who were kneeling on the ground and had surrendered saw the huge dragon that had just been galloping in the sky fall in front of them. It was actually much bigger than it was in the sky, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in their eyes.
He was mumbling in obscure Dothraki language, repeating words similar to those of gods.
Viserys also climbed down from the dragon's back. He saw the equipment on Rhaegal and felt slightly relieved.
The most primitive way of riding a dragon like this is still somewhat dangerous.
Fortunately, he has extraordinary abilities and will not be easily knocked down by the rolling dragon. Even if he falls, he can turn into a black mist and climb back up again.
And looking at Renes, who was standing there feeling a little guilty.
Viserys's face suddenly became slightly stern. Although he was rarely angry, his serious expression was still a bit calm, and then he jumped off the dragon's back.
And Rego, who was lying aside and watching his big brother, also felt a little submissive.
Balerion's huge head almost pushed up half of its body. If it wanted to... it could kill Rhaegal in one bite.
Fortunately, Balerion is just a stern brother.
But he is not a crazy brother like a magic mountain, and he will not press his brother into the brazier.
The Mountain is still imprisoned in the prison of Pentos and has not been executed, because since learning that the Mountain fell into the hands of Viserys, Oberyn has strongly demanded to judge him personally.
He would not let this demon die too happily. Oberyn wanted the Mountain to explain all his culpability and the instigators behind it, and serve as evidence in front of the gods, and finally let him live a life worse than death.
Therefore, Gregor Clegane was able to live in prison for more than half a year.
Viserys was also wearing armor, took off his helmet, let his silver hair spread out, and handed it to the soldiers on the side.
"His Majesty."
Then he came to Rhaenys and looked at her with piercing eyes.
Rhaenys, on the other hand, felt even more guilty, and some even dared not look up at him.
"Good morning, Viserys."
After a long while, Rhaenys finally plucked up the courage to speak. Her voice was very pleasant, but now it was as thin as a mosquito's hum.
He gave a tentative greeting and pretended that nothing had happened.
Viserys looked at her without saying a word, and then sighed.
The last time I heard the old maid say that Rhaenys presided over a city by herself, a lot had changed.
She has become independent and has her own opinions, and her once naughty personality has also calmed down a lot, and she now looks like a young lady.
However, in Viserys' eyes now, Rhaenys's character has not changed. She is still the little girl who quarreled with him before she was allowed to leave the city.
And Viserys' sigh may have irritated Rhaenys.
The girl clenched her fist slightly, then finally raised her head and said with slightly red eyes.
"Viserys, I heard about the war here and I just want to do my part."
Rhaenys's voice was filled with grievance.
And Viserys was slightly startled when he heard Rhaenys's words.
He thought of what the old maid once said to him.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess has always wanted to help you."
Is that so?
Viserys lowered his head and looked at the aggrieved girl in front of him, his lavender eyes sparkling with light.
Then he finally bent down and held her in his arms.
Wow
The armors of the two men made a sound, and the cold metal touched each other. Viserys's movement was so sudden that the girl did not expect it.
"Feel sorry."
"Rhynys."
Viserys hugged Rhaenys gently, took a deep breath and spoke.
"I blamed you wrongly."
Rhaenys wanted to help him, from the beginning.
It's not that she hasn't changed, she just hasn't changed into a young lady.
Instead, he has become more mature, losing his youthfulness and becoming stronger at the age when it is most time to have fun.
And not far away.
Wearing a metal mask and covered in armor, Bessie tightened her reins and watched this scene, nodding slightly.
Then he withdrew his gaze and continued to direct the soldiers to clean up the mess.
The few Dothraki who were still resisting were being killed one by one by the surrounding Targaryen soldiers.
And most of the Dothraki, who knew there was no hope of escape, did not fight to the death. After Kaa's death, they seemed to have lost the courage to fight for their lives, and they knelt on the ground waiting to receive the captives.
"These Dothraki seem to be expressing submission."
"His Majesty."
At this moment, an officer standing next to Viserys spoke.
They don't understand Dothraki, and there are no Dothraki translators here, but they can probably understand it by looking at the movements.
Viserys had also loosened his embrace at this moment, and Rhaenys followed him.
He looked at the Dothraki who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to the dragon, himself and Rhaenys. He listened to them mumbling incomprehensible words and frowned slightly.
"Is there a Dothraki translation?"
"Or do any of them know High Valyrian or Common?"
Viserys himself knew two languages, High Valyrian, the native language of the Targaryens, and the common language of Westeros.
"I'll go find it for you, Your Majesty."
The officer standing next to Viserys immediately nodded in agreement, and then ran away to find a translator for Viserys.
Not long after, a soldier who understood Dothraki was brought to Viserys.
"His Majesty."
This soldier knows Dothraki because he once followed a caravan through Vaes Dothraki's business.
"These Dothraki are expressing their surrender to you, calling you 'Khal the Dragon' and 'Khal the True Dragon'."
Then the soldier who knew Dothraki glanced furtively at Rhaenys.
The girl in front of me is not too old, she is just a young girl.
Moreover, Rhaenys's appearance was extremely outstanding. She inherited the advantages of her parents. She was both Targaryen handsome and somewhat Dornish exotic, which made the young men in the military camp couldn't help but peek at her.
But they all also know Rhaenys's identity.
Although she does not have Targaryen's signature silver hair, the girl rides on a dragon and has a dragon head medal on her chest, which is enough to show her identity as a "Dragon Family".
“They also call Her Royal Highness the ‘Khalisi of the True Dragon Khal’.”