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A certain unknown space, a certain unknown timeline.
This was an incredibly spacious hall. The giant stone pillars and the empty environment were filled with a hint of oppression. For some reason, as Daenerys Targaryen walked through this hall, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
When she reached the center of the hall, a strange throne made of countless swords stood quietly in the very middle.
Under the sunlight, the seven-pointed star directly above the throne shone brightly, as if adding glory to the seat.
"Burn them! Burn them!"
Just as Daenerys realized where she was, a terrifying voice directly disrupted her memories and pulled her back harshly.
Immediately after, the space distorted in waves, and the once-empty hall was instantly crowded with all sorts of people.
On a giant palace pillar, a white-bearded old man was chained there. Beside him, several figures in brownish-gray robes were pouring a green oily substance onto him.
On a pillar on the other side, a young man with his limbs bound by chains was being strangled by a bowstring. The bowstring was pulled by two chains, which, along with the chains on his body, were anchored to the pillar.
"Cough, cough, cough… you madman, let go of my father… cough… gasp…"
Upon seeing his father drenched in this green oily substance, the young man shouted in rage. Due to his violent struggling, the bowstring around his neck tightened further, causing him to cough involuntarily.
"Hahaha! Only fire can save us; we all need purification. The shadow of death is approaching…"
The king on the throne, looking like a demon possessed, was muttering to himself, seemingly not hearing the young man's cries at all.
"Your Majesty! These two are members of House Stark who are loyal to you. They didn't mean to offend you. You…"
"Shut up! I command you in the name of the King, Ser Barristan. Leave here now, immediately! If it weren't for the fact that you saved my life, you would share their fate!"
Seeing this scene, Barristan Selmy couldn't help but speak up to plead for mercy.
On the other side of Barristan, a blonde youth looked at the suffering father and son with a complex expression.
"Ser Jaime, take Ser Barristan away!"
Seeing that Ser Barristan still knelt there stubbornly, the Mad King Aerys II gave another command to the blonde youth beside him.
"Let's go, Ser! You cannot persuade the King. Let's go!"
"Why has it come to this? Why…"
After being pulled up from the ground, the then-young and handsome Ser Barristan spoke these words in disbelief.
"Burn them!"
Boom…
"Aaaaaah…"
After seeing that the eyesores had left, Aerys II directly gave the order to ignite. As the fire was lit, the green wildfire clung to Rickard Stark's body like a living thing.
"Father! You madman, come on! I'll kill you!"
Seeing his father set ablaze, Brandon Stark went completely mad. Ignoring the increasingly visible marks and blood on his neck, he hurled the most vicious curses at the Mad King Aerys II.
"Father…"
Seeing his father in increasing agony, the son, Brandon Stark, could only desperately surge forward, trying to save him, but he forgot that he was also bound.
"Cough, cough… Father… gasp…"
Under his constant struggling, the bowstring tightened further, eventually snapping Brandon Stark's neck. The more he struggled, the tighter it became, until the string cut into his flesh and sliced open his blood vessels.
"No!"
Although she had grown accustomed to slaughter and abuse among the Dothraki, Daenerys couldn't help but cry out after witnessing this terrifying scene with her own eyes.
Unfortunately, her voice didn't seem to reach them. The man on the throne, both familiar and strange to her, continued to cackle maliciously, as if watching something very entertaining or a play.
As the wildfire burned out and the bowstring snapped, the bodies of the Stark father and son were finally released from their painful torment.
"Stop! Why? No!"
Having heard her brother tell the family history since she was a child, Daenerys naturally knew what this was. It was because of the madness of this father she had never met that their three-hundred-year-old family was nearly destroyed, leaving her as the sole survivor.
"Those voices are back again. Why? Why? I want you all dead!"
While Daenerys was mourning in extreme pain, Aerys II on the Iron Throne suddenly screamed. He clutched his head in agony and hammered at his crown, as if trying to squeeze something out of it.
"Quickly, give His Majesty the medicine, Grand Maester Pycelle!"
"This… this is milk of the poppy. It can only alleviate the pain, and it's addictive if taken too much!"
The stooped Grand Maester Pycelle was soon dragged out by the pyromancers. Under the threat of these pyromancers, Grand Maester Pycelle could only bring a cup of milk of the poppy to his king.
"Eh? What's going on? Can my father hear me? This… how is this possible!"
Although Daenerys wasn't very clear about her current situation, she understood that she must be in a dream, not the real world.
Because she had just bathed and rested under the service of her young handmaiden Missandei; it was impossible for her to suddenly return to decades ago.
"Is this just a dream?"
"In this situation, you could say it's a dream, or you could say it's not!"
As Daenerys spoke, a voice suddenly appeared beside her.
"Ah!"
Startled, Daenerys screamed, and at her shout, Aerys II on the throne accidentally knocked over the milk of the poppy.
"Shh, shh… my dear Daenerys, be quiet. Our King Aerys can't handle any more trauma."
Once Daenerys regained her composure, she subconsciously closed her mouth and saw the person who had appeared beside her.
It was a youth with black curly hair, appearing to be about her age. He wore black armor and a blood-red cloak. The sigil on his chest was very peculiar: on the left was the three-headed dragon sigil of her Targaryen family, and on the right was the direwolf sigil.
"Who are you?"
After seeing Jon's face, Daenerys spoke directly.
But she quickly realized and hurriedly lowered her voice, saying:
"You are the Dragon King they talk about. Are you really a Targaryen?"
"Don't worry, my dear Aunt Dany. I have removed the influence of the dream world. You can now watch the entire process seriously. What happened just now was because I hadn't mastered the power yet!"
Hearing Daenerys's lowered voice, Jon gradually took control of this world's execution.
After obtaining a portion of the three-eyed crow's power, Jon also learned to control the power of time, influencing some of reality's trajectory through dreams.
However, because Jon's technique for controlling the power was not yet refined, he accidentally pulled Daenerys, who shared the same bloodline, into this dream world he had just created.
"After all that, I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, respected Aunt Daenerys. I am Aegon Targaryen. My father was Rhaegar Targaryen, and my mother was Lyanna Stark. The High Septon of that time presided over my parents' wedding. Though there were no guests, the wedding gift was quite grand—it was an entire country."
Amidst Jon's somewhat self-deprecating words, Daenerys thought of many things: the days of struggling in the Free Cities as a child, and the terrifying scene of being sold to the Dothraki like a slave.
But now, after experiencing so much, Daenerys seemed to have gained perspective and become stronger.
Upon seeing Jon in full military regalia, a hint of an elder's pride unconsciously rose in Daenerys's heart, so she spoke directly:
"Standing before you is the Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Breaker of Chains, Queen of Meereen, Princess of Dragonstone, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Mhysa, Her Great Majesty Queen Daenerys Targaryen!"
"Uh, alright then, my dear aunt. I think it would be more interesting to have someone else introduce you. Doing it yourself like this… uh… it feels quite awkward!"
Jon, who hadn't expected Daenerys to pull such a stunt, was completely stunned. It took him a while to say those words.
"Giggle, don't you have titles like these?"
Hearing Jon's words, Daenerys's eyebrows danced, making Jon feel a bit out of character. Fortunately, after seeing Jon's reaction, she seemed to feel it was a bit rude.
But thinking that Jon was a year older than her, it was hard for Daenerys to maintain the authority of an elder. After her brother's death, her sense of loneliness and helplessness had grown heavier.
After taking Slaver's Bay, Daenerys realized she actually had a relative in this world and was not alone.
"Uh, alright then. So, why did you bring me here?"
Although she wasn't very clear about the situation, Daenerys still asked the question.
"I want to establish a divine realm belonging to our Targaryen family, so that our family may endure forever!"
"You… what are you saying!?"
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