Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 390? —Let's talk about it after I get pregnant!

Moonlight, like quicksilver, filtered through the gaps in the vines, casting dappled patterns of light on the herb-covered couch.

Euron frowned slightly as he looked at the entrance that had no door. "You sleep here. I'll go keep Halsien company."

Alicia, who was putting down the flowers from her hair, chuckled upon hearing this: "It would be impolite to leave such a carefully decorated residence like this."

"Staying here would be even more impolite..." Euron stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Alicia's clothes had slipped away like clouds, and the bright moonlight instantly enveloped her shapely curves. Her well-trained body, sculpted like ivory in the silvery light, had battle scars on her shoulders and the muscles of her waist and abdomen transformed into flowing light and shadow, undulating and shining in the tranquil night.

She walked calmly toward Euron, letting the moonlight trace a clear glow on her spine, her hair brushing against her and stirring up fine stardust: "In the eyes of the Nath, our bodies are no different from mountains and rivers."

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The night-blooming jasmine on the vines bloomed at the right time, its subtle fragrance rippling through the air with her footsteps.

Euron stood there, watching the silvery light spreading across the straw mat, intertwining their shadows, and suddenly felt that the wind tonight was indeed too warm.

"I already have a wife." Euron's bitter smile was somewhat blurred in the night.

"I am the Queen of the Island of Women." Alicia's voice was calm as still water, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"I know.

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She took a step forward, the moonlight outlining her youthful figure: "I'm sixteen this year, which is old enough to be a mother on Women's Island."

Euron gazed at the girl who looked like both a young girl and a queen in the moonlight: "You want me to be the father of your child?"

"No." Alicia shook her head gently, the pearls in her hair reflecting a cool luster. "Children don't need fathers, just like the women of Women's Island don't need husbands."

This is a case of the father leaving the daughter behind—Euron knew the customs of the Isle of Women, but he never expected that one day—

The moonlight, like quicksilver, flowed between the two through the gaps in the vines.

The pearls in Alicia's hair gleamed softly in the night. "Am I not pretty?" she asked softly, her voice like a pebble dropped into a still lake.

“Beautiful.” Euron answered without hesitation: “If you wanted, suitors could circle the Isle of Women three times.”

Alicia suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his firm chest. Through the fabric, she could hear Euron's steady heartbeat. She said softly, "Women's Isle needs a Sea King... Every Greyjoy bloodline possesses that power, doesn't it?"

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Euron sighed softly, naturally understanding what Alicia wanted: "If you only want sea kings to protect the island, you don't have to pay this price."

She looked up, and the moonlight fell perfectly into her clear eyes.

Alicia's fingertips lightly traced his angular face, her movements carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "At first, that was indeed the case; it was the Queen's duty. But now..."

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Her voice grew softer, "I want to choose a father worthy of my daughter. You possess great strength; your twin swords defeated my spear three times on the deck of the giant ship. Although you are powerful, you do not bully the weak and are willing to protect the good deeds of Nas Island. And right now, the face you see in my eyes is very beautiful—these are all reasons. I hope that the other half of my child's bloodline comes from you."

Fragrant herbs lay on the couch.

The fireflies inside the lamp bumped against the lamp wall—crackling and popping—

The morning light pierced through the thin mist, casting a faint golden hue over the coral reefs.

Euron helped the unsteady Alicia toward the beach. Every few steps she would stop to tidy her disheveled hair, and the pearl necklace around her neck shimmered subtly in the morning light.

Freya was already waiting on the shore, holding a newly woven flower wreath in her arms. Seeing Alicia's appearance, she blinked her amber eyes, then suddenly placed the wreath on Euron's head, giggling, "This is for Halsien; it said yesterday it didn't like the sea salt smell in your hair."

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As the Thousand-Year Dragon spread its wings, the Nas people poured out of the forest.

Freya stood at the forefront, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and sang an ancient farewell song. The children waved palm leaves, imitating their mother, and the entire coastline seemed to suddenly bloom into a sea of ​​singing flowers.

Halsien circled three times in low altitude, its wingtips scattering petals as they brushed against the treetops. It let out a long cry, the sound waves reverberating through the coral, as if promising a reunion. Even as the dragon's shadow faded into an inky dot in the azure sky, Freya remained gazing at the horizon, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the teardrop-shaped amber pendant on her chest, inside which was a dragon scale she had plucked from Euron's cloak the previous night.

A fleet awaits in the distance beneath the clouds, its golden sea monster flag billowing in the wind.

King Baron stood on the flagship's deck, watching the colossal figure of the Thousand-Year Dragon sweep across the fleet and land on the specially cleared main deck. He strode forward, about to inquire about the outcome of the mission, when he saw Euron carefully helping Alicia down from the dragon's back.

The warrior queen Alicia's steps were unsteady, and she frowned slightly with each step. She could only stand firmly with Euron's support.

Baron's gaze swept back and forth between the two, finally settling on the faint red mark that was barely visible on Alicia's neck.

His thick eyebrows shot up suddenly, and he stretched out his strong arm, grabbing Euron's neck and trapping him under his armpit.

"Good lad!" His booming voice echoed across the deck. "Is this what you call bringing peace to Nas Island?"

Are you sending a daughter to Women's Island?!

Euron, who was being choked and struggling to breathe, rolled his eyes in exasperation, but then noticed that Alicia beside him was slightly raising the corners of her mouth, with a faint blush rising on her pale cheeks.

When Euron offered to send a longship to escort Alicia back to the Isle of Women, the Warrior Queen was leaning against the ship's railing, combing her long hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze. Without looking up, she replied, "Do you think you can get pregnant in one go?"

The entire deck suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and even the sailors who were furling the sails froze in mid-air.

Euron was speechless for once, and Alicia cut him off as soon as he opened his mouth.

Alicia turned her face, her pearl necklace gleaming brightly in the sunlight. "I'm staying in the fleet until I confirm my pregnancy before going back." She patted the short sword at her waist, confidently adding, "Don't worry, I don't need anyone to protect me. Even if I'm pregnant, it won't stop me from practicing my swordsmanship; I can still fight."

"Click—" A sailor nearby accidentally dropped a mooring post.

Another crew member, who was wiping the deck, put the whole bucket of water on his feet.

Euron looked at the sixteen-year-old queen and experienced for the first time what it meant to have different customs and communication difficulties.

The sea breeze carries the cries of seagulls from afar, as if they too are marveling at this conversation.

Euron glanced around at the Ironborn, who quickly pretended to be busy with their own things and hadn't heard a thing.