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Narrow Sea, Dragonstone
"Roar, roar, roar…"
Amidst three loud dragon roars, a fleet flying the black field and red three-headed dragon sigil banner of the Targaryen family appeared on the outskirts of Dragonstone.
When Hobert Redwyne, the commander of the Arbor fleet stationed here, saw this fleet, he decisively gave the order to retreat.
Soon, as the order was given, the entire Dragonstone fell into a state of total chaos.
The captains of House Redwyne ran out of their bedrooms in Dragonstone Castle one after another, gathering their subordinates and calling for their crews, wanting to rush to the docks of Dragonstone as quickly as possible.
The commoners in the small fishing village on Dragonstone also witnessed this scene; they had long grown accustomed to the changes on Dragonstone, and as long as it didn't affect them, they generally didn't care.
To be honest, these people didn't actually like outsiders ruling Dragonstone, because these original inhabitants of Dragonstone more or less shared some blood ties with the Targaryen family.
Especially during the period before the Dance of the Dragons, there were many Targaryen bastards on this island.
Although over a hundred years had passed, these commoners had always believed they possessed noble blood, so they didn't particularly like the Baratheons or the current Redwynes.
Especially some elderly people, upon seeing the three-headed dragon banner flying on the distant ships, were so excited they couldn't contain themselves.
Although Hobert Redwyne's subordinates were already quickly making preparations for retreat, their speed was simply no match for the speed of the Targaryen fleet.
The comfortable life they had been leading lately had caused these House Redwyne captains to forget the vigilance and caution they should have maintained.
At this moment, aboard her flagship, the Queen, Daenerys Targaryen, seeing that the enemy forces seemed prepared to flee, decisively gave the order to attack.
After gaining Jon's power, Daenerys's control over the three dragons grew stronger and stronger, unlike before when she could only grope her way forward bit by bit.
"Roar, roar, roar…"
Upon receiving the command, Drogon immediately led his two companions and flew toward the port of Dragonstone.
Drogon and the others, who had been soaring in the sky, had long wanted to stretch their wings, so after receiving Daenerys's command, they flew directly toward the port of Dragonstone.
"Boom…"
Under the assault of several blasts of searing dragonfire, the leading ships were instantly turned to ash. Seeing the three majestic dragons flaunting their power, Hobert Redwyne was also frightened out of his wits.
Most of the noble children living on the continent of Westeros knew how terrifying dragons were; within the Seven Kingdoms, there was a saying.
"If you want to know how terrifying dragonfire is, just look at the ruins of Harrenhal!"
Realizing that the three dragons did not intend to slaughter them all, Hobert Redwyne timely ordered his men to hoist the rainbow flag, and when the rainbow flag appeared, the three dragons also immediately ceased their actions.
Just as Hobert Redwyne was tremblingly awaiting his final judgment, several small boats appeared at the docks of Dragonstone.
Seeing the soldiers disembarking from the boats, Hobert Redwyne's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Unsullied?!"
"Dothraki!?"
In Hobert Redwyne's impression, these two entities that had nothing to do with each other could not possibly be fighting together, yet today, he actually saw Unsullied and Dothraki warriors.
Soon, the female official Missandei, dressed in leather, appeared before Hobert Redwyne. Seeing this exotic beauty, a hint of admiration flashed in Hobert Redwyne's eyes, but thinking of his current situation, he quickly suppressed that bit of flirtatiousness in his heart.
"In the name of the great Mhysa, we accept your request for negotiation. Speak! You who cannot understand divine power, what do you want?"
Amidst Missandei's high-pitched words, Hobert Redwyne subconsciously took a step back.
"I… we are willing to surrender. I am Ser Hobert Redwyne of House Redwyne. I demand fair and just treatment; my family will be willing to pay a ransom for me."
Hobert Redwyne seemed somewhat lacking in confidence when facing Missandei; for some reason, when facing this slender girl, he always felt that she could kill him in a single blow.
"The great Queen is the conqueror; what she needs are those who submit, not captives. When she conquers your lands, everything you have will belong to her."
"I… I…"
Missandei's words quickly left Hobert Redwyne speechless, leaving him with nothing to say.
"The Queen's will is divine will. In that great heavenly kingdom, everyone will find redemption. You had better think it through!"
Missandei's words made Hobert Redwyne realize that if he couldn't give an answer today, he would very likely die here.
"Alright, Missandei, let's leave it at that for now. I still need to get intelligence about the Seven Kingdoms from his mouth. Take them down first!"
Just as Hobert Redwyne felt he couldn't hold on much longer, a voice like heavenly music appeared directly by his ear.
Today, Daenerys was wearing a black leather outfit, and all the fasteners on the clothes were in the style of the golden three-headed dragon sigil of the Targaryen family.
Seeing this petite Queen, Hobert Redwyne was momentarily stunned, but soon, Hobert Redwyne sensed her uniqueness.
"Are… are you that legendary Dragon Queen?"
Before leaving, Hobert Redwyne somehow suddenly blurted out this question, and upon hearing these words, Daenerys also shifted her beautiful eyes toward him.
"House Redwyne? Why have you people from the Arbor come here?"
Daenerys's unfortunate brother had been giving her a traditional royal education since she was a child, so Daenerys was still very knowledgeable about most of the families in the Seven Kingdoms.
The Unsullied who were escorting Hobert Redwyne, upon hearing Daenerys's question, also left the fellow behind.
"Respected Queen, our family's fleet came here to deal with that rebel, Stannis Baratheon."
"Stannis, I've heard of him; he's the one who drove us away from here."
Upon hearing Stannis's name, Daenerys seemed to recall something.
"What has become of him now?"
"Dead!"
Hobert Redwyne's answer was very blunt, and his words carried a hint of confidence. After all, in his view, Stannis's failure was brought about single-handedly by their family, which was something to be proud of.
"The fleet he took such pride in was defeated at the hands of the Arbor. My father personally defeated his fleet near Tarth."
"Oh!"
Upon hearing this news, the bit of displeasure Daenerys felt from being driven away from Dragonstone quickly vanished. Although she hadn't known anything at the time, under her brother's constant influence, she had also grown to hate the man who had caused them to lead a displaced life.
"But unfortunately, he was not captured by us then; instead, he died at Bronzegate. My cousin Loras Tyrell killed him with his own hands. His family seems to have defected to that Dragon King of the North."
Only then did Hobert Redwyne realize that the Targaryen before him and the Targaryen who had been attacking them seemed to share some blood relation.
"Do you have any intelligence on my nephew?"
At this moment, Hobert Redwyne didn't seem to have realized that he had already said a lot of things unconsciously.
"I heard he has successively defeated the Lannisters and our armies from the Reach in the Riverlands; he is currently at Harrenhal."
While Daenerys and Hobert Redwyne were talking, Daenerys's subordinates had already completely taken over Dragonstone Castle.
After listening to Hobert Redwyne's account, Daenerys gained a general understanding of the current situation in the Seven Kingdoms.
The situation in the Seven Kingdoms has basically stabilized now; the united Westerlands and the Reach are currently in a standoff with Jon, who has conquered the North.
Although the Iron Islands have also joined the fight against Jon, their plan to attack the North has already fallen through; now, they basically no longer pose much of a threat.
"I am also very conflicted now. Should I fight my nephew to compete for the right to the Iron Throne, or should I do as he said and go north to deal with that power that could destroy the whole world?"
After walking into the Chamber of the Painted Table in Dragonstone Castle, Daenerys spoke while stroking the carvings on the Painted Table.
"Your Majesty's will is the direction for which we all strive. You can never be wrong."
This was Missandei's answer; although she didn't understand much, she was very clear that Daenerys had her own thoughts.
"The Unsullied will guard you until we are all dead!"
Grey Worm and his Unsullied had always been protecting Daenerys as their Queen. To him, Daenerys's command was his everything… Looking at the representatives of the various factions under her in the hall, Daenerys seemed to have made some kind of decision in her heart.
"Send a raven message to my nephew. I think it's time we officially met. There can only be one Targaryen reigning on the continent of Westeros, so there must be a resolution between us."
Daenerys's words echoed throughout the Chamber of the Painted Table, making everyone around her feel her determination and conviction.
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