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Narrow Sea, Dragonstone
In the grand Throne Room of Dragonstone, sunlight filtered through the high refractive windows on both sides, casting beams of light like holy radiance.
Daenerys Targaryen sat upon the massive black stone throne, wearing a black robe with gold-trimmed patterns and a small crown inset with gems, looking majestic and solemn.
And these lords of the Crownlands from the Narrow Sea, dressed in the magnificent attire of their respective houses, were lined up on both sides of the hall below the throne, prepared to express their loyalty and respect to Queen Daenerys.
These men were all former vassals of Stannis, whose spheres of influence had always been in the Narrow Sea and Blackwater Bay. After the fall of Dragonstone, they were left with only two choices: either turn to Daenerys or continue their allegiance to the Iron Throne.
But now, the Iron Throne was in a precarious state. The loss of the Riverlands and Harrenhal indicated that the Iron Throne was no longer capable of expanding northward, and the fall of Dragonstone also signaled the collapse of Blackwater Bay.
It could be said that the fall of King's Landing was a certainty. If they still didn't know which side to take now, the only path waiting for them would be destruction.
A fat boy wearing a velvet tunic embroidered with a blue swordfish and a cloak over his shoulders knelt before Daenerys. Though his voice was somewhat weak, he still spoke with his best effort:
"Beautiful Majesty Daenerys, on behalf of my family, I offer you my most sincere loyalty. Our swords and shields shall forever guard your glory."
At this time, Daenerys's face was solemn. She nodded slightly and said in a voice that was gentle yet authoritative:
"I accept your loyalty. May your courage and wisdom bring peace and prosperity to the new kingdom."
Next, an elegant noblewoman stepped forward, her long skirt spreading out like a waterfall. The golden seven-pointed star on it looked very beautiful. She held a bouquet of flowers as a gift:
"Your Majesty, this bouquet symbolizes my admiration and loyalty to you. May your reign be as beautiful and enduring as these flowers; this is also the well-wish of our people of Sharp Point."
At Daenerys's signal, Missandei took the flowers with a smile. After glancing at the beautiful bouquet, Daenerys responded:
"Your words are as sweet as these flowers. I shall cherish this gift, as well as your loyalty to me. I heard that Sharp Point currently has no heir, so you shall be the Countess of Sharp Point."
Then, an elderly and obese old lord slowly walked to the center of the hall, his voice tinged with excitement:
"Respected Majesty Daenerys, I am Adrian Celtigar. Since the era of the Valyrian Freehold, the loyalty of House Celtigar has never changed. May I continue to witness your brilliance."
Upon hearing the old man's name, a flicker of memory flashed through Daenerys's eyes. House Celtigar and House Velaryon had once been the right and left hands of the Targaryen family.
It was just that House Celtigar seemed similar to House Velaryon, having been on a downward slope ever since the Dance of the Dragons.
This generation's Adrian Celtigar was someone who knew how to sail with the wind, which Daenerys had long heard about. However, out of politeness, she still expressed with a smile:
"The good relationship between the Targaryen family and the Celtigars will continue. I shall keep your loyalty in my heart, respected Lord Adrian Celtigar."
Finally, a young lord of about seven or eight years old walked up directly. His eyes were filled with nervousness and fear, but his pride as a noble would not allow him to cower or retreat:
"Respected Queen Daenerys, I… I am Monterys of House Velaryon. I… though I am young, my… my heart is full of admiration for you. We shall remember the ancient, true, and brave mottos and continue to work hard for the Targaryen family."
Seeing this silver-haired Velaryon, Daenerys felt an inexplicable sense of closeness. Her unfortunate brother had once mentioned that the previous Lord Velaryon had served as his father's Master of Ships on the Small Council.
When King's Landing fell, that Lord Velaryon had fought until the very last moment.
"Your grandfather once served as my father's Master of Ships. I look forward to your future growth; I believe that one day, there will be a seat for you on my Small Council."
"Boom!"
The nobles in the hall became excited instantly upon hearing Daenerys's encouragement for this young Velaryon. It wasn't until Missandei spoke to maintain order that the crowd stopped their discussion.
Afterward, the lords of the Crownlands located along the Narrow Sea and the coast also swore their loyalty to Daenerys one by one.
Just then, Daenerys, who had maintained a solemn expression, suddenly changed her look because she heard a strange dragon's roar.
"Roar, roar, roar…"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Amidst the roars of dragons and the whistling of the wind, Jon flew over Dragonstone on his Valyrian dragon, Purple Star. Looking at this castle filled with an exotic atmosphere, Jon's heart was full of emotion.
Just as Jon was about to enter Dragonstone Castle, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart. Immediately after, he saw three black dots growing larger. Realizing they were Daenerys's three dragons, Jon steered Purple Star to fly down.
Dragons have a strong sense of territory. Toward an unfamiliar scent like Purple Star's, Drogon and the other two were also filled with alertness, even though they sensed that Purple Star was a young dragon.
However, Jon on Purple Star's back made them feel a sense of pressure. Nevertheless, their pride as dragons still drove them to charge forward.
"Dive!"
After giving Purple Star an order, Purple Star quickly tucked its wings, looking like a flying shuttle.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Purple Star descended at an incredible speed. By the time Drogon and the others were ready to launch a dragonfire attack, Jon and Purple Star had already brushed past them.
"Roar, roar, roar…"
Feeling they had been toyed with, the three brothers, including Drogon, quickly turned their bodies, preparing to fly toward Jon and Purple Star.
But when Jon was nearly a hundred meters from the ground, he directly ordered Purple Star to spread its wings. The powerful airflow immediately caused Purple Star's wings to bulge.
With the help of this airflow, Purple Star followed Jon's command and flew directly toward Aegon's Garden, a garden located at the rear of Dragonstone Castle.
After flying for a while, Purple Star landed there. Soon, the Unsullied, having noticed the commotion, arrived in the garden.
And Drogon and the other two soon flew over as well, already prepared to blast Jon and Purple Star with a wave of scorching dragonfire.
Realizing something was wrong, Daenerys quickly ordered Drogon and the others to stop their attack.
"Is this the welcoming ceremony you've prepared for me? My dear Aunt Daenerys!"
After giving Daenerys an elegant bow, Jon spoke to her.
"You are Aegon!?"
Seeing Jon's face, Daenerys felt an uncontrollable sense of closeness. Although the two had met several times in the dream world, this face-to-face meeting in person was the first.
After signaling the Unsullied to withdraw, Daenerys made a gesture of invitation to Jon. Having accepted the invitation, Jon also gave Purple Star an order to rest there.
Seeing Purple Star, Daenerys gained a new understanding of Jon's strength. According to her intelligence, Jon possessed Drakons and magical creatures, and in terms of power, he seemed even stronger than she was.
Before entering the Throne Room, Daenerys offered Jon salt and bread according to the traditions of the Seven Kingdoms. After eating the bread and salt, Jon truly became Daenerys's guest, enjoying Guest Right, while Jon handed over his weapons accordingly.
"Blackfyre!?"
"Dark Sister!?"
Seeing the two swords Jon handed to the Unsullied, Daenerys's eyes widened. She had heard her brother Viserys Targaryen mention these two swords, which had disappeared after the Blackfyre Rebellion, several times.
"How… how did you get them!?"
Looking at these two ancestral swords of the Targaryen family, Daenerys's voice trembled.
"I found Dark Sister beyond the Wall, and as for Blackfyre, I recovered it from the Blackfyre remnants."
Dark Sister and Blackfyre were symbols of the Targaryen family's legitimacy. Normally, a man and a woman would each hold one. Seeing Daenerys's fondness for them, Jon took Dark Sister and handed it to her along with its scabbard.
Dark Sister was the sword that had been with Jon the longest. After obtaining Blackfyre, Jon still preferred to use Dark Sister for casting magic, not because it was better, but because he was already used to it.
In fact, Blackfyre's attributes were quite a bit stronger than Dark Sister's, especially when casting fire magic, where it provided a 10% power boost.
"You're giving Dark Sister to me!?"
Daenerys was stunned by Jon's actions.
"There are only two Targaryens left in this world. Why wouldn't I give it to you? Do we really have to compare whose bloodline is more noble for it to be interesting?"
Hearing Jon's counter-question, Daenerys's face flushed slightly because she had indeed been thinking that way—wanting to compare with Jon to see who was more qualified to sit on the Iron Throne.
"Blood and fire made the Targaryens. The more the bloodline thrives, the more the flames will burn, and the more dragons there will be. The Targaryens have already shed too much blood on the continent of Westeros; I don't want to continue like this!"
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