A tall, thin young man with blue eyes, along with an elderly knight, were standing in front of Daenerys's palace, trying to enter.
The area surrounding Daenerys's palace is open to the public. However, getting close, or even entering, is impossible. Hundreds of Unsullied guard the perimeter like an iron fortress. These special warriors are unaffected by any external conditions, perfectly executing their guard orders. This defensive perimeter has virtually no blind spots. Therefore, visitors can only enter through the main gate, following various procedures.
“I am Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar, heir to the Iron Throne. This is the city of my aunt, Daenerys Targaryen…”
“As you say, you are the heir to the Iron Throne, so shouldn’t you be sitting on the Iron Throne, enjoying the service of the Seven Kingdoms? Why are you here?” Lu Xuan stepped forward and said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Who are you?" the young man glared at Lu Xuan with a hint of anger. However, the old knight beside him pulled him back, clearly recognizing Lu Xuan's identity.
“Don’t be rude, Aegon. This is your aunt’s most capable assistant…”
"Let me correct you. I am Daenerys's teacher, and also her Chancellor, Commander-in-Chief, Chief Advisor, and Chief Archmage. And you are standing on my turf, yelling at me! Do you understand what will happen next?"
The man named Aegon's face was contorted with rage.
"I am a true dragon..."
"True dragons are not afraid of fire, are you?" Daenerys's voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw Daenerys dressed as a knight, wearing magnificent gold-trimmed armor and a longsword at her waist. Behind her stood Barristan, Argo, Paiya, and a water dancer named Aesop, chosen through the open selection process, along with four Kingsguard members.
“I am Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar. I have the right to the Iron Throne.”
"Then go sit on your Iron Throne. If you're short of money, I can sponsor you a thousand gold coins. That's enough for you to charter a ship and even hire a squad of guards to return home in style."
Jon Clinton sensed something was amiss. In his view, Daenerys had fought alone for so many years. Given that her brother was long dead, she should have been overjoyed to see a fellow Targaryen. But now, it seemed Daenerys harbored intense hostility towards them!
“Daenerys, we are of the same kind, I too am of true dragon blood. We should unite and continue the Targaryen bloodline. Daenerys, you are destined to be mine, including everything here, and the dragons…”
Lu Xuan understood now. This kid was here to marry Daenerys. What a clever plan! Daenerys now completely controls Slaver's Bay. Marrying Daenerys would be like gaining access to the resources of three cities at once. Not to mention, it would mean acquiring Daenerys's four dragons. This was the epitome of marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman and reaching the pinnacle of life.
However, the more beautiful the dream, the crueler the reality always seems to be.
The moment he said that, Lu Xuan clearly felt Daenerys's expression change instantly. It's important to know that Daenerys hadn't received any formal education in her early years. She lacked not only the art of rulership, but even basic formal education.
This is also the root cause of her indecisiveness and internal and external troubles in the original work. But in this world, she has received personal instruction from Lu Xuan. He imparted to her all sorts of ideas and the imperial strategies of ancient China.
In the world of Game of Thrones, bloodline is extremely important (not really; the best proof is the indiscriminate slaughter of various noble bloodlines). To achieve anything, one must first have a respectable lineage. This is why Aegon dared to approach Daenerys. Blood-wise, if he truly is Rhaegar's son, then he does indeed have a right to the Iron Throne.
However, after following Lu Xuan for so long, Daenerys no longer believed in the so-called right of succession or any theory of bloodline. Although she had also benefited from the theory of bloodline, she believed more in her own strength.
When I was very young, Viserys and I wandered the streets. Everyone who saw us wanted to sell us. To Yunkai's brothels, to Robert of Westeros, to the Lannisters...
Then Viserys grew up. Guess what he wanted to do most? That's right, he wanted to sell me too. And he succeeded. He sold me to Khal Drogo, the King of Horsemen.
Then, Drogo died. I was left with only two hundred old, weak horsemen, none of whom would accept us as tribes. We wandered the Red Wasteland for a month, without food, without water, without anything. We had even given up hope and resigned ourselves to death...
I killed Astapor, Yunkai, and thousands of slave owners in Meereen to finally win this bay! Aegon Targaryen, I'll consider you a true Targaryen, a true son of Rhaegar. Now, repeat what you just said: You want me, and all of this?
Perhaps Daenerys's gaze was somewhat intimidating, for Aegon instinctively took a step back. The old knight Jon Clinton beside him clearly sensed something was amiss. He stepped forward, pulled Aegon back, and turned to bow to Daenerys.
"I'm very sorry, it seems today is not a good time to visit. We'll come another day."
But when he turned around, he found a group of Unsullied blocking their way.
“Daenerys, do you know what you’re doing? We are the last Targaryens. We are destined to…”
*Swoosh...* That was the sound of Daenerys drawing her sword.
“Let me correct you, I… am the last Targaryen.”
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Chapter 281 The Plan to Go Home
The longsword in Daenerys's hand was a newly forged Variant sword named Blooddragon. Its blade, after being reforged, possessed a subtle, blood-red sheen.
Aegon, on the other side, instinctively drew his sword. Lu Xuan's lips curled slightly when he saw the sword. Because Aegon was also wielding a steel sword.
His swordsmanship was quite good; it was clear he had a solid foundation. It was just a pity he was facing Daenerys in her current form.
It's difficult to measure Daenerys's strength using the standards of this world. Even if Ser Dane the Sword of the Morning were here, she could easily subdue him with one hand.
Lu Xuan's centuries of martial arts experience, combined with Daenerys's unique magical constitution, make her someone who can no longer be measured by simple knightly standards.
Before Aegon could fully draw his sword, Daenerys's longsword was already at his throat. But at the last moment, Daenerys suddenly changed her move. She flipped her sword and struck Aegon's face with the bare blade.
Combined with her immense strength, this attack caused considerable damage and was incredibly humiliating. Sir Clinton, standing nearby, instinctively drew his sword, ready to protect his young master. Unfortunately for him, Aesop, the Water Dancer and Kingsguard of Daenerys, struck first.
Sir Clinton felt a blur before his eyes, and a steel rapier pierced his arm. The longsword, which he had only half-pulled out, was now embedded in his abdomen. Sir Clinton was old. If he were twenty years younger, he might have been able to hold his own against a water dancer of Aesop's caliber. But at this age, and unprepared, he was essentially powerless to fight back.
Aegon's face flushed red, partly from the beating and partly from the shame and embarrassment. He had studied swordsmanship for over a decade and never imagined that he would not even draw his sword in front of this aunt.
Dani did not continue her attack, but waited with her sword in hand for him to get up, even waiting for him to draw his sword.
Aegon, somewhat irrationally, charged forward, sword in hand. But Daenerys didn't even flinch. She deftly sidestepped Aegon's sword and delivered a powerful elbow strike to his abdomen.
Aegon's exquisite armor was dented by Daenerys's immense force. Aegon himself was sent flying two meters away, clutching his stomach, curled up on the ground, unable to get up again.
"Useless trash! You think you can go back to sit on your Iron Throne with this little bit of skill?"
"I..." Aegon tried to argue. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited, and after stammering for a long time, he couldn't utter a single word.
Daenerys then noticed Aegon's sword. She walked over and picked up the Vulcan sword he had dropped. A dragon motif was clearly visible on the hilt.
“Blackfire, this is blackfire. You actually possess blackfire?!” Daenerys’s voice was filled with an incredulous and complex emotion.
"Viserys and I have been wandering this continent for over a decade. We were always hungry and cold. The meal I remember most vividly from our wandering days was a sausage from a street vendor. Even though Viserys took half of it, I can still remember its taste. Perhaps I will never forget it."