Chapter 149 Waiting for the Result

The Golden Group were all worried and doubtful, and the clear sky seemed to be just a torment for them. They helplessly waited for the good news to arrive every morning.

But there was no news. After the leader of the Thousand Households, Weiss Kewo, followed the bloodriders and left here, there were no more rumors or messengers to bring the news out of the mysterious holy city.

Troubles keep growing as time goes by, making people feel very depressed. The time they look to the east begins to be longer than the time they stay in other places.

At dusk on the third day, Duncan Jeffries was walking alone on the grass. The warm sunshine warmed his body, and he felt that his numb muscles were full of vitality again.

Volantis and his party were dragged down by the Golden Company and were also forced to stay here, but Duncan's character was very positive and optimistic. He may be the only person in this camp who can still maintain a happy mood.

He walked around a raised grass hill, turned around and saw the Targaryen princess Daenerys. From her expression, her uneasiness and sorrow could be clearly seen.

Duncan looked at her. She stood with her head raised and her chest high. She had a pair of bright eyes on her pale face. When she looked towards the east, her fists could not help but clenched together.

"Is there nothing else you can do?" Duncan said loudly: "You can go riding a horse or go hunting. This is an essential skill for the Dothraki. You may need it in the future."

Seeing that Daenerys refused to listen to the dissuasion and insisted on standing there, he sighed, shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave. After a while, he turned back and said:

"Even if you marry the great Kaa, it may not bring happiness. Even if you return to Pentos in pain, it may not be unfortunate. In this dark age, it is good to continue to live."

Princess Targaryen did not answer. Her heart was shaken, not because of Duncan's words. Although they had all experienced suffering, everyone's experiences were different, and no one could understand the situation of others.

But, more than once, she had doubts about her beliefs. She was worried that the legendary benevolent and great Khal did not need a Targaryen princess to be Khaleesi.

"I feel very uneasy, and I can't stay calmly in the tent." Daenerys' confident face lowered slightly, and then she whispered, as if talking to herself:

"Are Vaes Dothraki's generals and ministers discussing how to deal with my sudden but troublesome gift?"

"I have not learned how to deal with government affairs, but even if I succeed to the Iron Throne, I will still listen to the advice of the palace. Within their professional scope, I will not disobey them unless it is really necessary."

"I don't know." Duncan gestured, stroking his short orange hair, and said, "However, I know Mrs. Vagaro's business is very busy, and anyone who wants to see her needs to wait."

"So, I think it will definitely be busier when the great Kaa manages a city and a country. Whether we are willing or not, you and I have to endure this long wait."

He looked at Daenerys, who looked slightly better-looking, and felt very happy in his heart. He understood that some things were more suitable for healing people's hearts than herbs, so he continued:

"Mrs. Vargaro once told me that patience is to greatness what the wheel is to a carriage. It is the eternal fulcrum of progress. Although the ax is small, it can finally chop down the hardest and tallest oak tree after many chops."

"Jeffreys, thank you very much for your kindness. I will consider accepting your offer to ride or hunt and become a Dothraki female warrior." Daenerys saluted him and walked towards the camp.

Duncan was still pacing alone on the grass, with the sun shining in his heart. Even in this dark age of turmoil, those who can discover beautiful things will always feel very happy.

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In this way, on the fifth day after the Golden Group met the Blood Guards, there was still no news from the Holy City. Everyone looked into the distance and felt depressed.

The sky is no longer clear, the weather is a bit cold, and the north wind that gradually increases in the night blows the earth, making it look vast.

The next morning, Daenerys wore a sky blue cloak with stars on the collar and hem. This dress made her look very beautiful and noble. Standing there, it was difficult to look directly at her.

She sat upright on the horse, looking at the gray earth in the east, shuddering, and then looking sideways at the gray, cold sky where the gust of wind came from.

"What are you looking at, princess?" asked Bened Beilein.

"Happiness, I don't want this journey to end like this and give up the happiness I just found." Daenerys replied, her expression solemn and her eyes extremely firm:

"I don't know what else I can gain in the coming time, but I have nothing to lose."

"Sir, I am standing on the edge of life and death. There is an abyss of darkness in front of me, but there may not be light behind me. I can't look back yet. If I look back, everything will be over."

After saying the last words, Daenerys exerted a little force on her knees, shook the reins, and the little silver horse immediately started to trot with a clear heart, galloping towards the east.

“To go west, you have to go east, to go back, you have to go forward, to want light, you have to go through the darkness.”

"Viserys, my brother, I love you, but I cannot be like you."

"I am the descendant of the true dragon, I am Daenerys Stormborn, the Targaryen princess."

The silver-golden hair fluttered in the wind, the blue cloak behind her fluttered in the wind, she looked like she was carrying the wings of a giant dragon, the pale mare galloped on the green grassland, her four hooves seemed to be surrounded by green flames, the dawn and the north wind came together, even the knights of the Golden Group could not catch up with her momentum.

At this moment, the wind seemed to stop, the gray retreated, the sun shone again, the grassland and all the sounds in the world quieted down, there was not even a trace of wind and grass, even their own breathing disappeared, and their heartbeats seemed to stop.

Everyone's hands involuntarily grasped the reins tightly. On the distant horizon, it seemed that a huge cloud of dust rose, like a wave ready to engulf the world, and there was a flag shining with dazzling golden light below.

Then, there was a tremor in the earth, and the whole grassland began to shake like a landslide, and everyone's heart began to beat again.

"This reminds me of the banks of the Sarne River." Bened caught up with Daenerys and approached her.

"The Sarne River?"

"Yes." The old knight smiled and said, "Just like now, the black waves flooded the green land and the hills, bringing countless cavalrymen who were inevitable. Since then, I have often dreamed of this scene."

"So, do you think the darkness is coming?" Daenerys raised her head and asked.

"No." Bened looked at her face, his expression was very serious, but his eyes were a little excited, and he said excitedly: "I don't know what will happen, but my reason tells me that this is to welcome you."

"Daenerys, Daenerys, Princess of Targaryen! Your hope and light are here, and your sun and stars have brought you a crown." The old knight lowered his head and put his hand on his chest.

A strong wind blew, and Daenerys's long blond hair was blown by the wind, entangled with the blue stars on her cloak. Something in her heart melted, as if frost melted in the early spring sun. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, hanging on her cheek like a raindrop. She wanted to sing loudly like a beautiful swan, but she didn't understand where this joy came from.

The grayness dissipated, the sun reappeared, and the light filled the earth. People saw the blood guards galloping in an orderly manner, the iron armor reflected silver light, and all the flags fluttered in the wind.

They came to Daenerys and stopped not far from the crowd. A gilded horse banner was erected high, shining in the sun, bringing unexpected good news to everyone.

The blood guards, who were as indestructible as a fortress, were like two gates wrapped in steel, slowly pushed open, and a Dothraki walked out of the army. He was wearing black armor inlaid with silver, a pure white cloak, and a sparkling blue gem on his collar.

But there was no helmet on his head, only a pure golden crown, with patterns on both sides composed of scorching sun and stars, a galloping horse stepping on the land and the sea in front of his forehead, and a gem in the center that seemed to emit flames.

"Oh, the Seven Gods! What is that?"

"An armored giant is coming!"

The knights of the Golden Company tried to force a smile, but there was fear in their eyes. The mercenaries who had just followed were even more panicked, and a terrible feeling made the hairs in their clothes stand up.

"The King of Dothraki!"

Bened Berene was the first to come to his senses. He turned over and got off the horse, walked to Mungo, and knelt down.

But he didn't have a chance to finish his words. The steward Orver and the maester Bas Porter came out of the crowd, followed by only four lightly armored cavalrymen, guarding a gold-rimmed box and coming to Daenerys.

Mongol dismounted and walked forward. Orver and Bas Porter opened the box together and held it high in front of him. He took out a pure white crown from it.

The shape looked similar to the crown of the great khal, but its pattern was a bright silver moon, and in the center was a blue gem like a flowing ocean.

Mongol raised the crown and placed it on Daenerys Targaryen's head, took her hand and shouted:

"All my bloodriders, my blood is the same, this is Daenerys Targaryen, she is the blood of the dragon king family who ruled the Valyrian Empire many, many years ago, her family conquered Westeros."

"She crossed the sea and came to the continent of Essos, she will be my Khaleesi, the queen of Dothraki."

"My offspring and I will live here until the end of the world."