Chapter 120: The Resurrected Dragonlord Jeyne Belaerys
The Stepstones, Tyrosh, Purple Palace
In a magnificent bedroom of the Purple Palace, a beautiful woman was sleeping quietly on a soft feather bed.
Her long hair spread across the pillow like a waterfall. When the sunlight from the glass window on the left side of the bed shone in, her beautiful long hair shimmered with a silvery light, like the cold, silent surface of a lake under the moonlight.
Even in sleep, a noble temperament radiated from her brow at every moment, and her slender eyebrows curved gently like a new moon.
Though her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, as if she might open them at any moment.
The bridge of her nose was high and straight, with a slightly upturned tip that gave an impression of pride, while her rosy, full lips curved slightly upward, as if telling those around her of her beauty and confidence.
The face of this beautiful silver-haired sleeping woman was as flawless as a sculpture. Her skin was fair and translucent, as beautiful as the finest porcelain from Yi Ti. Her jawline was soft, complementing the curve of her neck and outlining an elegant beauty.
Sleeping quietly on the feather bed, she was wrapped in a pale purple quilt. The three-headed dragon sigil embroidered on the quilt with gold thread was exceptionally beautiful, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
The purple quilt concealed her perfect figure, leaving only her smooth, pale shoulders exposed, like carved white jade.
The thin purple bedding was completely unable to hide her figure. Because few men could resist such temptation, Jon did not dare remain here alone.
"Click-clack..."
As the bedroom door opened, Sarene, dressed in gauze robes, and Nymeria Sand, wearing a Dornish leather skirt, quietly walked in. After gently closing the door, Nymeria Sand quickly approached the feather bed.
"Sarella, is it really okay for us to do this?"
Sarene was naturally timid. If Nymeria Sand had not pressured her, she would not have dared enter this place at all.
"This is the woman Salladhor Saan brought back from the Basilisk Isles. Don't you want to see her? They all say this woman is incredibly beautiful. Aren't you afraid she'll steal Lord Aegon away?"
"L-Lord Aegon! What does… what does him being stolen have to do with me?"
Upon hearing Nymeria Sand's words, Sarene reacted like a startled cat. Her voice rose involuntarily, and once she realized it, she quickly covered her mouth.
"Hehehe, I told you long ago that if you confessed earlier, you wouldn't have to struggle like this. Lord Aegon is very tolerant; didn't he also overlook my Dornish origins?"
Seeing Sarene lose her composure, Nymeria Sand felt inexplicably pleased, like a child who had successfully played a prank.
Although Nymeria Sand was not entirely certain of Sarene's background, she was sure this woman had ties to factions from Lys or Volantis.
"I… I haven't decided yet, and you promised you wouldn't expose me!"
"Hehehe, that depends on whether you cooperate!"
Seeing Sarene's predicament, Nymeria Sand casually reached out and touched her fair skin. Dornish customs were open; affection was expressed freely regardless of gender.
Nymeria Sand's personality leaned more toward boldness, and she naturally preferred the company of women.
"Tsk tsk… this woman really is beautiful! If it were me, I would have already—hehehe…"
Seeing the sleeping silver-haired beauty, Nymeria Sand let out a mischievous laugh.
"Sarene! Do you want to see what's underneath? Do you think Lord Aegon has already… you know… with her?"
"I… I don't know. Let's just leave! If the handmaidens come, it'll be trouble!"
Hearing this, Sarene's face turned completely red, yet she still forced the words out.
"Hehehe, if you won't look, I will! Let me see how she compares to you. I bet your figure isn't as good as hers! Uh… ow!"
At that moment, Sarene suddenly heard Nymeria Sand cry out in pain.
When she turned back, she saw a hand—
A hand as pale as jade.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
"Ow… take it easy!"
"Ouch..."
Accompanied by cries of pain and the sound of bodies colliding, the silver-haired woman, now wearing a gauze robe, had already risen.
After grabbing Sarene and Nymeria Sand, she threw them onto the bed. Nymeria Sand's head struck the headboard directly.
"Who are you?" (High Valyrian)
"W-we… uh… my High Valyrian isn't very good. Sarene, you speak!"
Seeing the woman's silver hair and violet eyes, Nymeria Sand was momentarily stunned.
"I am Sarene of Lys! This is Nymeria Sand of Dorne. We mean no harm!" (High Valyrian)
Having just been lifted by the neck, Sarene immediately realized how powerful this woman was. She quickly introduced them and clarified their intentions.
"What year is it in the Valyrian calendar?"
"Valyrian calendar? Uh… we use the Free Cities calendar. It is now the year 404. The Valyrian Freehold has been gone for many years!"
Sensing a presence similar to Jon's, Sarene cautiously explained the current era and mentioned the Doom of Valyria.
"What!?"
High Valyrian already carried a sharp tone, and with her sudden outburst, a terrifying pressure filled the room.
"Whoosh..."
Under that invisible force, Sarene felt as though her soul was trembling. A blood-red aura seemed to radiate from the woman.
"How is this possible? Could something have happened to the Fourteen Flames… or those people…"
After her initial shock, the woman gradually calmed, and the overwhelming pressure disappeared.
"Ugh… cough… that hurts! Sarene, are you okay?"
Nymeria Sand gasped for air and then looked toward the silver-haired woman.
Watching her mutter to herself, Nymeria Sand might have thought she was mad—if not for the overwhelming power she had just displayed.
"Ahem. Sarene of Lys, I am Jeyne Belaerys, a Dragonlord resurrected by magic. Former councilor of the Valyrian Freehold, Archon of High Sothoryos, and pioneer of the Sothoryos continent."
Her High Valyrian carried authority and pride.
"I demand that you and your Rhoynar companion swear fealty to me. I shall ensure your safety and grant you freedom, and in return, you will assist me in seizing this city."
"I will restore the Valyrian Freehold—or better yet, forge a new empire belonging to House Belaerys!"
"Gulp..."
Both Sarene and Nymeria Sand swallowed instinctively.
Nymeria Sand, who was knowledgeable in history, immediately recognized the name.
Jeyne Belaerys was a legendary Dragonlord—one of the few whose name endured in ancient Valyrian records.
Some histories even claimed she had conquered parts of Sothoryos.
"Can… can a woman be a Dragonlord?"
After hesitating for a long time, Sarene finally asked.
"You did not know? Does this world no longer possess the blood of Dragonlords?"
The silver-haired woman seemed genuinely surprised.
"The blood of Dragonlords is nearly extinct. By legitimate lineage… perhaps only two remain."
"Who are you?"
At that moment, Jon's somewhat unrefined High Valyrian echoed from the doorway.
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