Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 107 Stars Weeping Blood
The firelight was blinding, and Daenerys felt the heat waves hitting her cheeks, but it wasn't as hot as she had imagined.

Zaco and Balbo, one in front and one behind, used their bodies to block the flames and carried her out of the fire.

"Put me down!"

"Khaleesi, we can't stop here," Zako said anxiously, smoke billowing from his hair and a burning smell wafting from his face. "The entire palace is about to collapse!"

"boom……"

Daenerys turned around and saw that the place where she came out had completely collapsed less than two meters away.

The flames greedily licked every stone pillar and every wall.

Strangely, the heat didn't frighten Daenerys, but rather a strange attraction. However, she didn't dare stay in the fire just because of this feeling.

"Where is Rhaelor?" Daenerys struggled to get down, her eyes searching the crowd for the familiar figure. "My sun and stars, where is he?"

At this moment, Garland and Vera squeezed in from the crowd. Their faces were charred and there were several burn marks on their clothes. Vera's face was bruised and looked as if she had been treated violently.

"Khaleesi!" Veera gasped for breath. "Khal Rhahalo is still in there! He went in to save you. We wanted to go in to save him, but the fire was too big..."

Garland also added: "He said you might be in the bedroom. It has completely collapsed now..."

Daenerys was stunned, and an unprecedented pain came over her heart, like countless knives cutting back and forth.

By this time, the flames had completely engulfed the entire headquarters, and the rising black smoke obscured the sky. No one would doubt that anyone who entered that purgatory would never come out alive.

"How long has he been in there?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"It's been at least ten minutes," Vera said in a deep voice, her eyes red. "I'm afraid..."

Daenerys' heart turned cold in an instant, and her knees could hardly support her body.

"I must go back to him," Daenerys suddenly broke free from Zarko. "I must not abandon him!"

"Khaleesi!" Zarko threw his arms before Daenerys. "No way! That would be suicidal! No one could survive a fire like that!"

"You can't go!" Garland also stepped forward and advised, "If Rahalo were here, he would never allow you to take this risk!"

Daenerys's maids also gathered around and blocked her way.

She looked at the sea of ​​fire not far away. The onlookers were coughing and retreating. Not far away, Mili was kneeling on the ground, bleeding and muttering to herself.

But she no longer cared about them. They were right. This was a dead end and there was no hope of survival.

But in her heart, a voice became clearer and clearer:
She didn't want to live without Laharo either.

Rahalo was the only one who truly understood her. He was not only her sun and star, but also her soul. If Rahalo died for her, what was the point of her living?
"Let me go!" Daenerys ordered, her tone harsher than ever.

Zako shuddered and hesitantly let go of his hand, but still stood in front of her.

"A dragon fears no fire!" Daenerys roared. "Get out of the way!"

The members of Cass's tribe looked at each other, and she took the opportunity to walk towards the fire. Garland was about to step forward to stop her, but when he saw her resolute expression, he froze in place.

Respect yourself and others.

He would do that for Wylla too, he couldn't interfere with Daenerys's choice.

"If he is still alive, I will bring him back. If my sun and stars die," her voice was slow but firm, "then I will be with him." After Daenerys finished speaking, she resolutely stepped into the sea of ​​fire!
The flames danced before her like dancers at a wedding, twirling and whirring in flashes of red, orange, and yellow.

Just like her wedding.

She thought again of Rahalo's stubborn eyes when they first met, his handsome figure when he defeated Drogo, his passion when he returned from the Narrow Sea, and every moment she spent with him.

Daenerys opened her arms to welcome the flames. The scorching ground passed through her sandals to her feet. Sweat mixed with tears flowed down her cheeks, across her thighs and waist, and spilled onto the ground, then quickly evaporated.

The flames were so charming. She had never seen anything more beautiful than flames. Each flame seemed to have its own shape and will.

Red lions, golden snakes, and even unicorns formed of light blue flames.

Then came fish, foxes, and all sorts of strange creatures.

There are also wolves, birds, and trees full of flowers, each image more vivid than the last.

Finally, she saw a black stallion made of smoke, its mane a brilliant blue flame. Daenerys's heart leaped.

"My love," she murmured, "are you waiting for me up ahead?"

Daenerys followed the guidance of the black warhorse and finally found Rahalo.

He fell to the ground, a huge stone pillar pressing on him, with a deep wound on his chest.

The bodies of a blue-haired boy and Viserys lay nearby, with four dragon eggs tumbling nearby.

"My sun and my stars!" Daenerys threw herself at his side, tears welling in her eyes.

She wanted to push the stone pillar away, but this was beyond her ability. She could only kneel beside Laharo and press her hand on the wound on his chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but blood still flowed out from between her fingers.

"No, do not leave me," Daenerys lifted his head and held it close to her chest.

"You promised me to take me home, not to Westeros, but to the house with the red door in Braavos. You promised, and you cannot break your promise."

She hugged Rahalo tightly, using her body to shield him from the falling burning debris.

As the flames grew and the palace let out its final groans, she knew they could not escape.

However, she did not feel the slightest fear.

If this is the end, at least we can be together.

She raised her head and looked at the night sky through the collapsed roof. A star streaked across the sky, leaving a long tail, as red as blood!
...

Mirri knelt on the ground, her face pale. She felt the pain that Laharo had just experienced. Her lungs felt like they were burning with pain. She couldn't help coughing violently, spitting out a mouthful of black phlegm with ash.

Then, bloodstains appeared on her chest, replicating Rahalo's wound like a mirror image, and her collar gradually spread into a glaring scarlet!

Mirri continued to chant the spell, but her voice grew weaker and weaker. Her eyes turned white, her body trembled, and her breath grew weaker and weaker.

"My God!" Mirri murmured. "Your lamb asks for life!"

Mili summoned up her last bit of strength and turned it into a cry that penetrated the wall of fire and reached the palace:

"Khal Rahalo, you are the son of the Lazarin. Do not forget our agreement!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mili fell in a pool of blood, and the flame of life was completely extinguished!
The next second, Laharo under the ruins suddenly opened his eyes!
(End of this chapter)