Carried by the moonlight dragon, Daenerys flew higher and higher, and in this process, Daenerys felt as if she had lost her sense of time.
She didn't know how long had passed, nor did she know how high she had been lifted by the three dragon.
She saw the eerie, unpredictable waves receding further and further away from her; the overwhelming waves gradually shrunk in her vision, finally appearing like a black giant hand wildly dancing like a demon.
And in the center of that black giant hand seemed to be a greasy object that made Daenerys feel an uncontrollable wave of nausea and fear just by looking at it.
At this moment, Daenerys suddenly felt a sensation of weightlessness, as if she was plummeting from a great height.
"Ah~"
The startled Daenerys's stomach still churned uncontrollably, and she quickly crawled to the basin by the bed and vomited.
Whether it was due to being drunk or the dragon dream from last night, Daenerys's entire body ached as if she had been run over by a train, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
She could barely muster any strength; the feeling of exhaustion was even more debilitating than the first time Daenerys had completely depleted her magical power.
Daenerys's movements quickly woke Laila, who had been sleeping in her room, watching over her all night; she quickly picked up the pre-prepared clear water and handed it to Daenerys.
"Your Highness, quickly rinse your mouth with water."
"It seems you were truly drunk last night; you were talking in your sleep all night, and it sounded like you were singing some kind of song."
"But because you were speaking valyrian, I couldn't hear it very clearly, only vaguely hearing something about gods, the moon, dragon, and monsters from the bottom of the sea."
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Daenerys's head was still muddled; she tried to gather her senses and let Laila help her wash up, then returned to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Whether it was a hangover from drinking or some negative impact from that day's dragon dream, she lay in bed in a daze for two consecutive days, sustained only by milk and honey water.
This sudden change in Daenerys instantly frightened Lord Tarth almost to death; House Targaryen had already lost a royal heir, Prince Aemon, on Tarth Island due to an accident.
If anything happened to Princess Daenerys, who was deeply beloved by King Jaehaerys, Lord Tarth felt his own life might also be at its end.
So he quickly sent all the women of his family to the sept to pray.
Finally, it was Lord Tarth's second son, Cameron, who was also Daenerys's sworn knight, who suggested carrying the Princess on a soft chair to the dragon.
Because he often heard Princess Daenerys mention that dragon could provide strength to members of the Targaryen Family.
For the past few days, the nine dragon had been living quite comfortably, with fat sheep, strong cattle, and old horses provided daily by Lord Tarth, and even roasted and cooked by the Dragon Guard themselves.
But when they carried Daenerys in front of the dragon, the dragon, who had always been intimate with Daenerys, collectively recoiled in disgust.
Finally, Miraxis, suppressing the disdain in her eyes, crawled in front of Daenerys.
Her purplish-red vertical pupils scanned Daenerys with a hint of aversion.
Just as everyone was feeling bewildered, Miraxis suddenly spat hot Dragonflame directly at Daenerys.
"No~"
Cameron and the Dragon Guard were all stunned by the sight before them, yet they instinctively rushed towards Daenerys at the first moment.
Laila, Daenerys's personal maid who was already by her side, unhesitatingly shielded Daenerys with her own body.
Lord Tarth was so terrified that he plopped onto the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.
And the castle servants and maids around him screamed in terror.
However, after several breaths, the Dragonflame Laila had anticipated did not come.
So she bravely looked back; it turned out that although Miraxis had spat Dragonflame in Daenerys's direction, her Dragonflame ultimately struck Daenerys's shadow.
"Squeak~"
Everyone present heard a sharp shriek coming from Princess Daenerys's shadow, and then a twisted, pale green smoke, attempting to escape, wafted from her shadow.
Miraxis swiftly lunged forward and swallowed all the pale green smoke.
If not for the dozens of people present who had all witnessed the scene, they would surely have thought they were dreaming.
However, Miraxis's actions seemed to have indeed worked; Daenerys, who had been muddled and whose consciousness was beginning to blur, calmly fell into a deep sleep.
By the third morning, Daenerys awoke from her deep slumber, feeling completely recovered, except for a slight fatigue.
After Daenerys ate breakfast and rode on Dreamfire's back for a flight around Tarth Island, she felt completely revitalized.
This finally put the worrying hearts of Lord and Lady Tarth at ease.
The slightly plump Lord Tarth couldn't help but grasp his wife's hand and whisper,
"By the Seven! It seems we should try to invite fewer members of the Targaryen Family to our Tarth Island in the future; it's too frightening!"
"Could it be that our Tarth Island truly has a curse against members of the Targaryen Family?!"
Lady Tarth immediately reached out and pinched her husband's waist sharply, saying,
"What nonsense are you talking about? Not to mention that Cameron is now Her Highness the Princess's most trusted sworn knight, a large portion of the ships docked at our Tarth port belong to Her Highness the Princess!"
"Our relationship with the Princess can only become closer! All of this is just an accident and a coincidence; hasn't Her Highness the Princess already recovered? Stop thinking about such things!"
Daenerys had already spent three nights and two days on Tarth Island.
If Dax and his group were successful, they should reach Oldtown today.
So she did not linger further; after feeding the dragon, she directly commanded the dragon to ascend into the sky, flying over the shimmering Shipbreaker Bay, the Windfury Cape covered by dense primeval forests, the barren Dorne Marches, and the desolate Red Mountains.
By noon, Hightower in Oldtown was clearly visible.
Daenerys showed no politeness towards the Hightower Family; she directly rode the dragon and landed in a garden next to Hightower where a towering Weirwood grew.
The dragon, who were already in sync with Daenerys's will, directly crashed into this beautiful garden.
The noblewomen and servants who had been strolling in the garden had already screamed and fled back into Hightower when they saw a group of dragon flying in from the horizon.
So by the time the dragon landed, there was no one left in the garden.
However, although the garden was vast, its vegetation was extremely dense; except for Miraxis, the other dragon could not find a foothold.
So they directly used their size advantage to push down all the ancient trees, flowerbeds, pavilions, and green plants.
Those they couldn't push, they directly melted with Dragonflame.
In less than two quarters of an hour, almost the entire garden, except for the Weirwood and some vegetation in the corners, was razed to the ground.
And when Daenerys saw the dark, greasy black stones at the base of Hightower, a familiar feeling of nausea and dizziness began to reappear.
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