Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 67 Red God Priest
Daenerys could barely stand still as she followed Viserys back through the window.

Fortunately, Viserys changed back into human form before rushing into the window and hugged her, preventing her from collapsing to the ground.

Her whole body was soaked in sweat and her skin was red as if she had just been soaked in boiling water.

It was hard to tell whether it was her sweat or the rain that filled her leather boots. The originally solid leather boots were now as soft as mud. Her leather armor had also softened. It had lost its plasticity and was emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.

The leather clothes that had lost their plasticity clung to her body, and the silk clothes underneath had long been soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin and making her very uncomfortable.

Daenerys had no strength to move, so Viserys had to start unbuttoning her clothes himself.

Most of the coat that belonged to Viserys on Daenerys' body had been burned and was quickly taken off. The sword belt around the waist of the coat was burned off by the flames at some point, but fortunately the sword was still there and did not fall into the sea.

At this moment, the only thing Daenerys had the energy to do was to look up into the eyes of her naked brother. If it weren't for the current situation, he would be like an impatient newlywed husband, eager to take off his new wife's clothes.

Daenerys watched without blinking as he stripped off her now limp leather armor and trousers, leaving her in her sweat-soaked silk pajamas.

Daenerys noticed that Viserys's eyes lingered between her thighs as he pulled down her trousers, and her face flushed and her heart beat wildly.

It was sweat, the scales on the dragon's neck were too hot, it was sweat from her thighs. She wanted to explain, but her legs instinctively shrank to block his view.

She noticed that Viserys paused and took a deep breath. She suddenly wanted him to continue, to continue to take off all her clothes until they were naked to each other, she wanted him to kiss her, hug her, she wanted him to press against her body, to feel the heat of her body with his solid body, to soothe the excitement and heat in her heart at the moment.

Then, she felt Viserys pick her up by the waist, his movements were gentle and cautious, but she could feel the strength in his arms. Her breathing gradually became heavier, and she suddenly had some strength to hold herself closer to him, and she could feel that the skin that Viserys touched was also strangely hot.

From the wide open window, the wind blew into the room with drizzle, blowing on Dany's hot skin, making her sober up a little. She suddenly wondered if she should calm down at this time, when there were many urgent things waiting for her to deal with outside?

Then he stopped and laid her on the bed.

"This is not a very suitable time," she heard Viserys begin to speak. "But"

He began to remove the last piece of silk clothing from her body.

Daenerys' heart was pounding. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.

Their eyes met. Viserys kissed her deeply, gently but firmly.

Things happened hastily and lacked ceremony.

In Viserys' original plan, he should have married Daenerys solemnly in the Seven Sacred Sept, and on the wedding night, he should have given Daenerys enough ceremony and romance, and then everything would fall into place. He was afraid that the first time he left Daenerys with a bad memory, she would reconnect him with her original cruel brother.

But after all, it happened before the marriage, and at this time.

They had just slaughtered a pirate ship, and there were three more ships waiting outside for him to come out of the heavily guarded room and give orders.

The captain, the priestess of the Red God, two hundred Unsullied, and hundreds of sailors from three ships were waiting for him, and he and Daenerys were at this time.
As Viserys put on the limp leather armor that Daenerys had taken off her, he wondered if such a cover was necessary since he had been in the room so long since landing.
But he put on the leather armor that smelled of burnt and sticky with sweat, and then put on the half-burned coat. The sword belt was broken, so Viserys could only hold the sword in his hand. The black cloak embroidered with the Targaryen family emblem was intact, and Viserys folded it and put it beside him.

At this time, Viserys turned his head to look at Daenerys who was lying naked on the bed and looking at him shyly. He leaned over and kissed her, then said: "Wait for me in the room. I will order no one to come in." He made a joke, "After all, this room hides a giant dragon with only three heads." He glanced at Daenerys's messy bed that was emitting various smells, "If you are tired, you can sleep in my bed. I will think about how to clean these things when I come back. Are they all burned?"

She was not happy and held onto her bed sheet tightly: "No."

Viserys smiled mischievously: "Well, you have the final say over your stuff. I'm leaving then?"

Daenerys blushed and urged him, "Go, go."

Viserys went out.

Dany heard him bark orders at the door. "Red Flea, you and your squad will guard the door from today. No one is allowed in except me and the lady. Not even you. And you, Missandei. I'll have the captain make you a place to stay in the cabin. Take this, and ask the steward of the merchant ship for some cloth. We can embroider some banners with the emblem on it. Do you know how to do it?"

Dany heard Missandei say, "Yes, my lord." The maid's voice was barely audible here, but she still heard it. Her face suddenly flushed. If she could hear what was happening outside, could she hear what was happening inside?

Her voice should be very soft...right?

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Viserys met the Red God priestess who was "invited" from the Summer Sun on the deck in the early morning breeze.

When she arrived, Viserys was on the foredeck, looking up at the clouds that still had some cumulus, but behind the gaps in the clouds he could see the tail of a red comet streaking across the sky, like a wound in the sky that was weeping blood.

As the Silence sank to the bottom of the sea, the storm gradually subsided last night and the sea monster never appeared again. Viserys didn't know whether Captain Euron of the Silence was dead or not, but he tended to guess that he was not dead and escaped with the sea monster.

Viserys didn't know why Euron attacked the merchant ships, but he guessed that the Drowned God was behind it. He might come again.

Viserys didn't intend to waste time talking to the priestess of the Red God, and said directly: "This star appeared in the sky earlier than I expected. Does it have anything to do with the dragon egg you brought?" The priestess looked at Viserys with surprise and surprise on her face: "How did you do it? You can't hatch a dragon by yourself? You are not in the Holy Fire."

Viserys turned and looked down at her. "Do not answer questions with questions, septon. Your actions offend me, and even if I put you to death here, your god would have no problem with that."

But she was still asking: "How did you do it--"

"Shut up!" Viserys interrupted her, looking at her with a cold gaze, as if he would hurt her at any time. "You just can't learn to answer questions, right?"

But this look did not frighten her or anger her. Instead, after being scolded, the priestess quickly calmed down. Her face regained its composure, and she said calmly and calmly: "If I die here, it is also the will of the Red God. It is a punishment for my wrong interpretation of the Holy Fire."

The young priest regained her composure. She firmly believed that there must be a reason why the Holy Fire chose her to find the person of the prophecy. The fact that she had not encountered any storms or pirates for more than 20 days at sea was proof of this. It was the Red God who was protecting her!

Seeing the priestess showing the pious, holy and unfathomable look she had when they first met, Viserys could not help but feel a little helpless. This kind of devout believer who seemed to be possessed was the most difficult to deal with. It was almost impossible to intimidate or coerce her with normal means. Of course, you could use some despicable means to deal with and torture her to force her to the bottom line, but the cult she believed in was really protected by an evil god, and Viserys could not destroy humanity, not to mention that she brought "goodwill".

To be honest, Viserys actually hoped that the priestess would attack him and murder him, so that he could get rid of her with a legitimate reason.

"Someone," Viserys ordered. "Capture her."

Two Unsullied stepped forward and captured the seemingly powerless priestess.

She didn't resist.

Viserys looked at her still calm face and ordered: "Take off the necklace from her neck!" This must be the source of the priestess's power.

The priestess looked at Viserys, her eyes still calm, and she began to chant devoutly, like a prayer: "We are mortals, living and dying alone, wandering in the valley without a clue. Fortunately, we have our compatriots, and we are gathered together. Fortunately, there is God, who is full of praise. The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous."

An Unsullied untied the priestess's necklace, and when he reached out to pull it, flames suddenly appeared out of nowhere and climbed up his hand. He groaned, looked at Viserys who did not say anything, and then continued to pull the red gold necklace hard.

Viserys turned a blind eye to this strange phenomenon and just looked at the priestess warily, always on guard against possible magical attacks from her.

But she did not attack.

As the Unsullied tore off the necklace, flames spread all over his arms. His body had been trained by drugs and no longer felt pain, but the pain was as if his soul was burned. He could not hold on to the red-gold necklace at all and could only let it slip from his hands and fall onto the deck.

"!" An expression of disbelief finally appeared on the priestess's calm face.

Viserys gazed at her and saw that the priestess had not grown older, but was still young and beautiful.

Viserys turned to look at the Unsullied, who was grimacing but never cried out in pain. "Someone, help him put out the flames."

Someone poured water from a bucket on the deck over his hands.

The fire went out, but the Unsullied looked at his hands in disbelief.

Viserys noticed his abnormality: "What happened to your hand?"

"I can't feel it," the Unsullied replied, his tone as calm as possible, but still with a hint of fear. He could no longer feel his arm, the hand that held the sword.

Viserys was silent for a moment, then asked, "What is your name?"

He answered: "Red earthworm, sir."

"You shall be Cook from this day forward. You shall serve in the galley as a learner," Viserys said. "You shall be chief cook. Come down."

Cook, who had been given a new name, responded, "Yes, sir."

Cook turned and left, and another Unsullied came up and continued to capture the priestess, preventing her from moving.

Viserys asked her, "Why, did your fire not warn you of this?"

The priestess pursed her lips, but her face gradually regained its composure. Finally, she said piously: "No matter what happens, it is the will and test of the Red God. The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous!"

Viserys didn't want to talk to her anymore and ordered: "Arrange a room for her on the ship and arrange for someone to watch her, provide her with water and food, don't let her die, and don't let anyone get close to her." He decided to put this unstable factor under house arrest.

"Yes, my lord." The Unsullied escorted the priestess away.

She still didn't resist.

After the priestess was escorted into the cabin, Viserys gave another order: "Go to Captain Grole and ask for a glass box. Try to put the necklace in it without direct contact. If nothing happens, have Grey Worm take it back to the Summer Sun and hide it. If there is still danger, throw it into the sea."

(End of this chapter)