Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

Daenerys kept her word: she ordered Euron's injuries treated and promised to find an opportunity to release him and his enslaved sailors upon reaching Slaver's Bay.

However, it was clear she had no intention of returning the Silence or its treasures.

If Euron, the "Red Devil," were to be recognized and hanged in Slaver's Bay, it would be no less than what he deserved.

To prevent him from secretly influencing the green and white dragons, Daenerys transferred him to a rowing ship kept over ten kilometers away.

In the afternoon, Jorah brought the corpse of the man who had blown the horn the previous day onto the deck and used a dagger to cut open his chest.

The corpses of the Dothraki warriors, pirates, and sailors had been dealt with the night before—summer weather on the Summer Sea was too hot for bodies to be left unattended for long.

The black man's body, however, had been preserved due to its peculiarity—when Davos touched him, it felt as though he was holding a roasted sweet potato fresh from the fire, despite the man having been dead for half an hour.

When Jorah opened his chest, the onlookers were horrified to find his internal organs completely charred, particularly his lungs, which were nearly carbonized.

"Your Grace, you—" Barristan Selmy looked at Daenerys, hesitating to finish his sentence.

Ago's face darkened, and he stepped forward, shouting, "Khaleesi, let me blow the horn!"

"I should do it! My body is stronger—I might survive," Jhiqui shot Ago a glare, as if accusing him of trying to steal her glory.

In Dothraki tradition, it was an honor for a bloodrider to die for their Khal, but letting the Khal die first was a shame.

"I'm not afraid to die! Let me do it," Rakharo interjected, unwilling to be left out.

"Clang!"

Qhono unsheathed his dagger and declared loudly, "None of you will take this from me! I am a Dragon Guard. Protecting the dragons is both my duty and my honor."

Jorah hesitated for a long moment before turning to Daenerys. "Perhaps Qhono should try. He has consumed dragon essence, which may enhance his resistance."

"Yes, it should be me!" Qhono said eagerly.

As each of the Dothraki warriors stepped forward to pledge their loyalty, Daenerys remained unmoved. Covering her nose with a handkerchief, she leaned closer to examine the black man's charred organs.

Hearing Jorah's suggestion, she finally looked up and smiled. "Why all the drama? It's just high temperatures. Do you think I'm afraid of heat?"

"But... the Crow's Eye said it requires a soul sacrifice," Jorah said, his face grim. He had already guessed Daenerys's intent—she intended to blow the horn herself.

Daenerys waved for the sailors to remove the corpse, then returned to her seat at the bow. She gently ran her fingers over the horn's smooth surface and asked, "Does anyone recognize the writing on it?"

The horn was made from a dragon's horn, polished smooth, with red gold and black Valyrian steel inlays. Inscribed on its surface were ancient magical runes, peculiar symbols, and a string of Valyrian text.

While Valyrian magical runes were a separate system, the Valyrian language itself was widely spoken across Essos due to the Valyrian Freehold's centuries-long dominance. The variations in pronunciation across city-states were no different from regional accents in a common language.

"I am the Binder of Dragons. No mortal may sound me and survive. Blood for fire, fire for blood," Jorah read aloud, leaning closer to the horn.

"This Dragon Horn is called the 'Binder of Dragons.' A mortal's life is its price. But I..." Daenerys touched her nose, grinning sheepishly. "I wouldn't say I'm not mortal, but I do have traits most people lack."

"Unburnt?" Barristan asked doubtfully. "Your Grace, are you sure? Many in House Targaryen believed they were fireproof. The most infamous was Aerion Brightflame, your great-grandfather's elder brother.

He believed wildfire could transform him into a dragon. Seventy years ago, he drank a vial of wildfire..."

Barristan paused before continuing in a low voice, "Not a single bone of him remained in the green flames."

"How do you think the three fossilized dragon eggs hatched?" Daenerys countered, raising an eyebrow.

"Was it not through a life-for-a-life exchange? A sacrifice of your kin?" Barristan asked, puzzled.

"Hahaha! Even you believe that? Euron probably does too!" Daenerys burst into laughter.

"Khaleesi walked into the flames and gave birth to the dragons herself. That cart-king (Viserys) died months earlier, under molten gold—how could he have been a sacrifice?" Jhiqui retorted.

"She birthed dragons herself?" Davos's jaw dropped, as though he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"The stone eggs cracked, but their weight and size remained unchanged," Jhiqui said smugly.

"Enough. I'll blow the horn. Groleo, have the sailors stay alert and not fall from the masts," Daenerys instructed.

She carried the massive horn into her cabin, placing it on the bed. In one corner of the room sat two iron cages, originally prepared by Blackbeard for the dragons—though Daenerys had not anticipated needing them.

The others waited anxiously outside, their eyes fixed on the door.

Taking a deep breath, Daenerys brought her lips to the horn's wide opening and exhaled gently.

"Woooo—"

The low sound reverberated through the cramped cabin. The echoes multiplied, solidifying into a tangible force. The porcelain cups on the table quivered, and the wooden walls buzzed and trembled. Even Daenerys, who had blown the horn, was startled.

Her attention shifted to the heat rising within her chest. Following the path from her heart to her lungs, through her throat and mouth, a searing breath burst forth like a tidal wave.

"Woooooo—"

The sound of the horn grew tenfold, and those outside felt as if countless wailing souls surrounded them. Ghostly claws seemed to tear at their spirits, while an infernal flame ignited deep in their marrow, burning them from the inside out.

Daenerys's consciousness merged with the horn's soundwaves, like a blade piercing through a fiery hell. For a fleeting moment, she was disoriented.

Then, she understood: this was the soul-realm of Little Green and Little White—their very essences resided here.

Before fully merging with Drogon as a dragon soul, Dany had visited this place a few times.

"Little Green, Little White, it's me! Do you still remember your mother?" Dany found she could freely manipulate this seemingly grand yet fragile space.

The soul space, appearing as a fiery inferno, felt grand because the dragons' soul quality and strength far surpassed that of humans. However, compared to the horn's owner, the dragons' soul space was fragile—like a candle flame before the bright moon.

Indeed, Dany was shocked to discover that the horn contained the sealed soul of an ancient dragon king. This led her to speculate on the principle behind the "Dragonbinder" horn.

The horn, crafted from a dragon's horn, was enchanted to seal the dragon's soul and remaining essence within it. Blowing the horn invoked the ancient dragon's overwhelming aura to subjugate other dragons.

Humans, too, were overwhelmed by the horn's aura due to the ancient dragon's dominance.

A simple analogy: when an ordinary person encounters a tiger in the wild, their legs weaken, leaving them immobilized. Even the strongest will could falter as the magic within the horn caused the listener's blood to boil and body to burn, reflecting the sealed dragon soul's intrusion into their consciousness.

Now, Dany understood how Euron had managed to control her dragons—using the horn's aura to bend their wills.

But these were her children. Dany pitied her dragons and didn't want to harm their souls. She hoped to awaken their inner consciousness instead.

"Little Green, Little White, wake up! Be strong and brave. One day, you'll grow two-meter-long horns of your own, and no one will ever bind you again!"

As she called out, cheering for the two dragons, Dany invoked her "soul gathering" ability, an innate gift as the Mother of Dragons.

Countless multicolored light particles fell like snowflakes into the fiery sea, intensifying the flames. But even so, against the ancient dragon's soul within the horn, it was merely a drop in the ocean.

"This isn't working," Dany thought anxiously. Though unsure of the situation in reality, she knew she couldn't blow the horn indefinitely. She didn't want to unwittingly sacrifice her own life.

"I must find another way—borrow—"

Suddenly, an idea struck Dany: she shared a soul connection with Drogon. If she brought him in… he had devoured a demigod's essence!

She acted immediately. The fiery inferno darkened as an enormous shadow loomed over the sky.

A massive black dragon appeared!

Its wings spanned the heavens, eyes glowing like molten lava. At that moment, Dany realized the so-called Dragonbinder wasn't so fearsome after all.

Standing atop Drogon's head, Dany confronted the shadowy dragon soul.

"Roar!" The horn's shadowy dragon soul bellowed in fury.

Drogon, now merged with Dany's consciousness, unleashed an even more powerful roar in response: "I am the Wings of Death! BEGONE!"

For the first time, Drogon allowed Dany's will to take the lead, his words echoing through her.

"Boom—clang—crack!"

As the true owner of the Dragonbinder, Dany's act of defiance shattered the opposing shadow dragon soul.

The fiery sea erupted as Little Green and Little White, now freed, leapt into the air. The two dragons circled Dany joyfully, letting out affectionate calls.

"Hahaha! Ever since the flames birthed us, the four of us are finally reunited!" Dany laughed gleefully.

This scene mirrored the night she had hatched the eggs during Drogo's funeral—three dragons rejoicing in the sea of flames as she gifted them multicolored essence.

But after their birth, she had never managed to unite the three dragons' consciousness like this.

As she reveled in their reunion, the sky suddenly cracked with a golden-red lightning bolt. Dany looked up, stunned, her mouth agape, unintentionally uttering a sound.

The bolt wasn't lightning but a twisted, golden-red Valyrian rune!

The rune slithered through the fiery space like a living creature. As Dany recited the corresponding rune's syllables, taught by the great sorcerer, the rune vanished with a thunderous roar.

Unbeknownst to her, a "red lightning" mark now lingered in her sea of consciousness.

With one rune gone, a black lightning bolt followed, then another red rune-like bolt.

"Boom! Boom!"

One by one, the runes alternated between golden-red and pitch-black. Dany unconsciously read and memorized them all.

A sudden screech from Drogon startled her. He flipped in the air, tossing her off his back.

"Ahhhh!" Dany screamed as she plummeted.

"Ah—cough, cough!" Back in reality, Dany's panicked cries turned into a fit of coughing. She opened her eyes to darkness. Had night fallen?

Something wet trickled from her lips. She tried to lift her hand to wipe it away, but her arm wouldn't move.

"Khalessi! Khalessi!"

"Your Grace! Your Grace!"

Faint, anxious voices reached her ears, distant and distorted. Then everything faded as Dany collapsed onto the ship's deck.

(End of Chapter)

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