Games Of Thrones: The Lost Hero

Chapter 63: Dragons

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[POV third person]

"Will you go down beside the King, my Queen" Skahaz asks her with a relieved smile, as he watches from the wall, as the Dothrakis bow to the young man proclaimed King of Meereen.

"Let us go down" Daenerys answers casually him, as she steps down from the City wall. Jorah follows close behind admiring the beauty that is the young Targaryen girl.

They are joined by Daario and Ben Plumm, as well as Skahaz and Missandei. As they arrive where Lancel is, they all hear Mirri call him my King, likewise they observe some Dothrakis stacking wood, and Lancel telling the woman to prepare her blood magic.

"Are you ready?" Lancel asks Daenerys with a gentle smile.

"Yes" Daenerys answers him with trembling in her voice, Lancel noticing how nervous she is approaches her, and hugs her, hoping to calm her fear a little bit

"Rest assured that you are a Targaryen, and your lineage is so strong that if you enter the flames, you will not burn" Lancel says in Daenerys' ear, hearing Lancel so sure of what he says, she immediately felt her fears of burning disappear

Mirri stands up and begins the ritual, as they place Khal Drogo's body on the funeral pyre along with his steed, and the inert bodies of his bloodriders, then she begins a series of chants preparing the blood spell.

Those who were near had doubts about what the young man would do by having the body of those Dothrakis on a pyre next to a horse, and suddenly a box appears in Lancel's hands, and from it he takes out four rocks and puts them next to the Khal's body.

Then they saw Lancel set a fire, and the young Daenerys walk towards the flames with firm steps. All those who were close were scared, including Mirri, who did not expect the young wife of her Lord, to throw herself into the flames, and he did not prevent her from doing so.

POV Daenerys

When I enter the Khal's funeral pyre, I got the smell of burning meat, the smell was not different than the animal meat roasted at the stake. The smoke thickened, and I felt my skin heat up, but no harm came to me.

I felt the warmth of the sand on the soles of my feet, even despite the sandals I was wearing. The sweat I ran for the thighs, between my breasts, and slipped by my cheeks, there I remembered the family motto of the Targaryen house <<Fire and blood>>.

Although the fire was intense, it only managed to burn part of my dress, except for the protective mesh I had on, even with all this I felt stronger than ever, as if my whole being was made for this purpose.

Suddenly I heard a cracking sound, the sound of stone breaking. The platform of wood, grass and leaves shuddered and began to crumble. Embers and ashes fell on me, like rain. And something else, too, something that rolled up to me and stopped at my feet: a chunk of rounded, cream-colored rock with streaks of gold, smoking. The roar filled the world, I turned my gaze to that spot and looked at a dragon-like beast on my family crest. The beast was onyx colored, it did not move from its place as it stared at me.

Then I heard a second dry crack that rumbled like thunder, and smoke swirled around me as the pyre sank. With an eruption of smoke and flames that rose thirty elbows skyward, the pyre collapsed and fell on me. Still, without the slightest fear, I advanced through the firestorm.

The third crackle was dry and loud, as if the world was breaking, and next to it a soft crackle was heard, it was the sound of the fourth dragon's egg that Lancel showed me. When the fire was finally extinguished, and the ground was cold enough to be able to step on it