iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 525 King and King

Daenerys has short ear-length hair that is as bright as moonlight and silver, and it sparkles with a layer of charming golden light under the bright sunshine, as if she is covered by the golden light gently sprinkled by the gods.

She looked up at the huge gate tower of Harrenhal, which was as huge as the main castle, and said softly, "Thank you."

Daenerys and High Septon Zari walked toward the city gate, followed by the knights and soldiers of Crabbe in blue robes, and the monks and nuns in gorgeous silver robes.

As she stepped into the city gate, Daenerys felt as if she was in a deep cave. The thickness of the city wall was amazing. She estimated that it was at least sixty feet (more than 18 meters).

Her eyes lingered on the cracked and faded stones, the traces of time clearly engraved on them, and each crack seemed to tell a story of the past. Her thoughts drifted away, and she couldn't help but think of the history of Aegon the Conqueror's dragon burning King Harren to death with dragon fire.

Sensing that Daenerys's eyes occasionally glanced at the killing hole at the top of the aisle, Archbishop Zari turned his head slightly and said softly as he walked: "Princess Leila (Dany's alias, Chapter 212), the Great Sept is a sacred place. There is no need to retain these facilities that symbolize killing and blood. They are the remnants of war and violence, and run counter to the peace and love we pursue."

He sighed, "However, as you can see, there are too many refugees displaced now. They need to be resettled urgently, and the space in Harrenhal is relatively safe and spacious... It's just that the stonemasons and carpenters we have summoned are seriously understaffed. They are busy all day long to build shelters for them, and they are really unable to do anything else."

Daenerys's violet eyes moved slightly, and she nodded gently: "High Bishop, your decision is extremely wise. Give the refugees asylum, and the people will surely be grateful for the mercy and protection of the Great Sept. May the gods bless this land and bless these suffering people."

"May the gods bless you."

Archbishop Zari smiled slightly. "In a month at most, the devout believers will no longer see these disturbing things in the Great Cathedral of Harren. By then, the place will be renovated and only the warm and sacred light of the Seven Gods will remain to illuminate everyone's heart."

They slowly walked out of the dim and long corridor of the city gate. In an instant, the dazzling sunlight surged in like a tide, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Daenerys paused and narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusting to the strong change in light.

After a moment, she turned to Zari and said, "Respected Archbishop, I will arrange for a group of experienced craftsmen to be transferred from Riverrun as soon as possible. The Kleber family is deeply honored to contribute to the sacred cause of the Church of the Seven."

"Thank you very much for your support." Archbishop Zari bowed, his fat body slightly bent, a hint of flattery squeezed out of his kind face, and said: "The Marigold Flag is flying high in the suffering Riverlands, like a dawn in the darkness. I firmly believe that this is the greatest gospel that all the people in the Riverlands have been looking forward to. They will always remember and be grateful to their savior. May the gods bless you and your family."

Girl dance flying in the air——

In the sighs and sadness of lovers——

Smiling teaches birds to fly——

I couldn't entrust it to a little child.

The "Bear Pit" is located in the middle of the castle, where a group of old and weak people are sitting on neatly arranged marble benches. Although their faces are full of vicissitudes and fatigue, they are immersed in the beautiful singing at this moment, as if they are washing their gloomy hearts.

Daenerys listened to the melodious singing for a while, then she followed Archbishop Zari to the prayer hall which was transformed from the "Hall of a Hundred Furnaces". Although it was very clean and tidy, it was still difficult to conceal its signs of dilapidation.

In addition to the spaciousness, what impressed Daenerys most were the dozens of huge fireplaces, which stood there like giants, as if they could withstand all the cold and darkness.

She knelt before the altar of the Warrior (one of the Seven Gods) and prayed devoutly, wishing her lover to be invincible. Archbishop Zari also knelt beside her and prayed with him.

After the prayer, Daenerys slowly opened her eyes, and an expression of obvious joy appeared on her little face, as if she had received a response and comfort from the gods in heaven.

She expressed her gratitude to Archbishop Zari, who said kindly: "May the warrior bless your knight, Princess Leila." "Thank you." Daenerys looked sweet and shy.

As the sun was setting, Daenerys finally ended her visit to the Great Sept of Harrenhal.

Near the city gate, Daenerys said goodbye to the monks and nuns and glanced with a little confusion... at Borona who had been looking at her with a smile.

Why does her smile look a little strange?
The moment she reached out to take the reins, Daenerys seemed to suddenly think of something. She paused and a light flashed in her eyes.

………………

The boundless Shenyan Lake seems to occupy half of the world. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the calm lake surface is sparkling.

By the lake, a tall figure was being intimately together with three dragons as big as ponies.

To be exact…

Green, wearing silver armor and a blue robe, leaned on a huge sword that was shining with cold light in one hand. Beside him was the white dragon "Viserion", and opposite him were the slightly embarrassed black dragon "Rhaegal" and the blue dragon "Jones".

“Third, there should be love between brothers.”

Green continued to teach the troublesome dragon cubs a lesson seriously. Viserion raised his short legs and head high, stretched his slender neck towards the opposite side, and let out a sharp and provocative hiss.

However, Viserion's seemingly majestic appearance was easily broken by Rhaegal's even more ferocious hiss, which scared him so much that he retracted his neck and his originally arrogant attitude disappeared in an instant.

Then, as if seeking comfort, Viserion turned to look at Green, and there was a hint of humanity in his fiery red eyes - a pitiful feeling.

Green laughed secretly and reached out to pat its head. After feeling the encouragement from his "father", Viserion seemed to have regained his courage. He stretched out his long neck resolutely again, opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, and screamed fiercely at the opposite side.

This time, its target was Brother Lei... and Jones next to him.

The white dragon and the green dragon showed no sign of weakness. They neighed at each other, neither giving in. Their cries echoed around the lake, startling a flock of birds perched in the distance.

Dragal was like a proud king. He just glanced at Viserion and Jones with contempt, then stood there proudly, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Green's man raised his arm slightly and threw the barbecue into their open mouths accurately. The noise stopped abruptly, as if it was instantly wiped out by an invisible big hand.

Soon, Lei Ge used his strong body to push Jones away from him, then impatiently opened his big mouth full of sharp fangs, arrogantly waiting to be fed.

After "playing" for a while, Green had just wiped his hands with a towel when a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds coming from afar broke the brief tranquility of the lakeside.

"Green!" A clear shout pierced the sky and reached Green's ears. He raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from. He smiled.

He waved his arms at her and called out, "Dani!"

(End of this chapter)