This is an era of broken etiquette and bad music …
"I swear, for the rest of my life, I will give up my fief, I will not marry, I will not have children, I will only be loyal to my king, even if I grow old, become handicapped, or have a mental breakdown … My life will end, I will not change it until death."
The knight knelt on one knee, a pure white cloak draped over his shoulders. The enameled white scale armor was intricate but simple, it was as pure as a white land covered in snow.
Aegon the Conqueror placed 'Black Fire' (PS) on the knight's shoulder, a satisfied and relaxed smile appeared on his face. "I accept your oath, from this moment onwards, the seven of you will be my lifelong companions."
(PS: Black Fire, a two-handed sword forged from Valleglia's steel, the clan sword of the Targaryen family.)
The king and the knight had fulfilled their oath.
In the first generation of Kingsguard, two of them died in battle to protect the king, the rest served the king honorably until they died of old age.
Time flew by, and close to 300 years had passed. Generations of Kingsguard donned the white robes that represented glory. Among them, there were legendary figures like Dragon Knight Yimont and Tall Duncan, there were also scum like 'Lecher' Lucammer who had many lovers and illegitimate children. There were even Kingsguard who cuckolded the king they swore loyalty to …
Their deeds, no matter good or bad, were recorded in the book of white knights, 'White Codex'. When the 'White Codex' was flipped to the page of Jaime Lannister, the glory and humiliation of the white knights in the past came to an abrupt end.
The 16-year-old white knight pursed his lips with an inexplicable smile. Ignoring the king's struggles and cries, he grabbed his head full of silver hair and used a golden greatsword to cut open his neck with bulging veins … The blazing blood of the 'True Dragon' flowed under the Iron Throne like a venomous snake. The history of the white knights came to an end — they existed in name only.
This time, the sacred oath was broken without any punishment. With this precedent, Pandora's Box silently opened to the Westeros. Countless traditions that were regarded as absolute in the past seemed worthless in the crazy game of power.
The loyalty of a vassal to his lord, the responsibility and obligation of a monarch to his subjects, the ancient rights of a guest, the sacred covenant …
Luckily, in the Dothraki Sea, which was far away from the Sunset Continent (Westeros), the ancient rules were still worshipped as sacred … Uh, at least the widowed Kalixi did not have to die. She could go to Horse King City and be a shut-in.
"Oh my god, how did a virgin like me become a pregnant woman who is pregnant for ten months? How did I become a pregnant mother?"
The 26-year-old graduate of the College of Surgeons woke up and transmigrated into a 14-year-old pregnant girl, Danny Liz Targaryen.
No matter what his previous identity or name was, it didn't mean much at this moment.
She became the Queen of the Andals, the Loynar, and the First Folk, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Breaker of Chains, the Queen of Meereen, the Princess of Dragonstone, the Immortal, the Mother Of Dragons, Misha, the Silver-Haired Queen …
Alright, now she only had two titles, 'Born of the Storm' and 'Khaleesi of Horse King Drogo.'
It was still too early for her to be called 'Dragon Mother'. The most important thing was, how was she going to survive after Khal Drogo died?
Drogo's illness had already seeped into his bones, and he was even under the influence of dark witchcraft. Even Bian Que would not be able to save him, much less a rookie surgeon.
Danny Liz, who had a new core, rubbed her big belly. She cast aside all distracting thoughts and started to pay attention to the environment of the new world.
The golden sun was scorching the earth like a furnace. In front of him was an uneven and poorly planned field. There were stalks that were half green and half yellow, thick and long ears of rye that were beginning to fill with milk, and low-lying soybeans. Here and there, there were vegetable fields planted with fruits and vegetables.
The silver-maned mare walked past, and from time to time, she could hear the popping sounds of bean pods being stepped on.
Danny tilted her head to avoid the glaring sun and muttered softly, "What a sin. It's already time for harvest, but we just had to meet this group of Dothraki."
Khal Drogo's Khalasar had close to fifty thousand roaring warriors, and the entire army added up to more than a hundred thousand people.
(Ps: Khal: The title of the leader of the nomadic Dothraki, similar to the Mongol's' khan 'or the Turkic's' khan '.
Khalasar: The Dothraki name for a group of people who moved together. Every Khalasar had a khal.
Khaleesi: The Dothraki name for the khal's spouse, which was also Danny Liz's current identity.)
The Dothraki were a standard horse-riding people. Every tribesman had at least one fine horse, and the hundred thousand tribesmen meant that more than a hundred thousand horses trampled across this land.
The low rumbling of hooves seemed to be announcing loudly that this year, the Laza's land would be completely barren.
In fact, the Laza, who were scornfully called 'sheep people,' did not even consider the problem of their own harvest. In front of the Khalasar, the strongest horse king on the grasslands, their minds were already firmly gripped by the fear of death.
Turning her head to the side, Dany saw a dilapidated farmyard for the umpteenth time. The residents looked at them uneasily from the walls made of plaster. Their almond-shaped eyes, similar to those of the Dothraki, flashed with great fear and … hidden deep hatred.
Located in the south of the sea of the Dothraki grasslands, on the south bank of the Laza River, there lived a small and weak tribe.
They were somewhat similar to Danny's tribesmen, with bronze skin and almond-shaped eyes, but in comparison to the tall and barbaric Dothraki, the Laza, who were mainly farmers, were short in stature, had flat faces, and had a gentler … and more cowardly temperament.
Clatter clatter clatter …
The sound of hooves came from behind, and Danny tucked her long silver hair behind her ear. Seven or eight riders came out from the back of the group.
The centaur riders looked like Huaxia Nuzhen warriors, with thick and dark braids. However, the Dothraki did not have a moon gate on their foreheads, and there was a string of bells in their braids that represented victory, jingling as the horses galloped.
Quickly flipping through her memories, Danny recognized them: Khal Drogo's Blood Guards, Koholo, Hagg, and Keso. The rest should be Khal, Jakko, Ponoko, and Khal under Drogo's command …
(Blood Guards: Khal's personal guards, as well as his companions and brothers, the blood of my blood. Other than the khal's horse, they can share everything, including his wife … Uh, in Dothraki, a wife is not even comparable to a horse … Fortunately, Drogo did not want to share his wife, so Danny and Rize escaped.
Khal: Leader of the Kars.
A large nomadic tribe is called the Khalasar, and a Khalasar is usually made up of many smaller tribes. The smaller tribes are called Khal, and the leader of the Khal is called Khal's deputy, so he is called Khal.)
They ignored Danny and walked past her to Drogo's side. Jakko pointed at a stone manor and asked, "Khal, there is a tribe of shepherds around here. Should we go and take them down?"
They were here for Drogo to join the 'hunt'.
The Dothraki were a nomadic tribe. They had no industry, handicrafts, or manufacturing. Everything they needed was stolen. After countless generations of evolution, the most barbaric and tyrannical robbing genes were born.
Drogo's head was dizzy, and his consciousness was almost in chaos. He looked up and recognized the people in front of him with difficulty. His cracked mouth opened and closed, and his voice was almost inaudible. "Yes, I …"
Danny felt bitter. According to the plot, this cheap husband was about to die, and she was going to be a widow right after she transmigrated.
It was not that she missed this cheap husband that she had just met, but the problem was that the centaur system was too f * cked up.
Fat Martin had studied the nomadic tribes of the Celestial Dynasty, and the Dothraki he wrote were almost a combination of the Qing Dynasty and the Mongols.
But Danny would rather transmigrate to the 'Qing Dynasty'.
In the Qing Dynasty, if the emperor was on the brink of death like Drogo, she would be overjoyed. Her next step would be to become Xiao Zhuang or Cixi, depending on her wishes and methods.
Unfortunately, the Dothraki did not like this. In this tribe, there was no concept of a queen or empress, and it was even more impossible to rule from behind a curtain.
"Khal is sick. Can't you see?"
Danny patted the horse's belly and walked a few steps forward, ignoring the Blood Brotherhood and Kasko's cold eyes. She shouted, "The surrounding villages are all small, and there is no value in attacking them … At least, Khal doesn't have to do it himself."
The tall Hago looked at Danny cruelly. "Khaleesi, you have no right to speak here —"
Smack!
Dani raised her hand and lashed out with her whip. The tip of the whip sliced through the air with a crisp and clear sound. However, her body was bloated and her movements were too slow. Hagg leaned back on the horse and easily dodged the whip.
"You dare hit me?"
With a whoosh, Hago unsheathed the arak scimitar at his waist and stared at Danny with bloodshot eyes.
Danny only sneered and looked back at him without a trace of fear. She said in the Dothraki language she had inherited from her predecessor, "I am Khal Drogo's Khaleesi, from the noble royal Targaryen. You dare to draw your sword on me?"
She was not stupid and bold. After briefly reading the memories of her predecessor, Danny realized that the Dothraki were not cowed by soft tactics. The harder and more ruthless you were, the more the other party would treat you as a 'human'.
Yes, cowardly people and weak tribes were not considered human in the eyes of the centaurs.
For example, Danny, Rize's brother, Viserys. For example, the Laza people who were wantonly plundered were called 'sheep people'.
Of course, being tough did not mean being reckless. As Drogo's Blood Brotherhood, Hago would never harm Khaleesi, who was pregnant with Drogo's child, in front of Drogo.
Moreover, Danny was not alone.
In just a few words, her bodyguard rushed over on horseback.
Big Bear Jorad Mormont agilely rode his horse and came before Danny in a few steps. He drew his sword and looked at Hago and the rest sternly.
Behind Danny, her Kars also drew their bows and pointed at Hago expressionlessly.
Drogo had the entire Khalassa, which was made up of many Kars. Luckily, Khaleesi also had her own Kars. Danny was both Khaleesi and a pirate.
Alright, her Kars were too small, with only one or two hundred people. They were mainly there to protect her and take care of her daily life.
Coholo, who had grizzled hair and a face full of hideous scars, glanced coldly at Danny and Rize and said, "Put away your weapons. Hago, you will represent the blood of my blood in battle. Remember, you must harvest as many heads as possible. "
Drogo was thirty years old this year, and Hago and Keso were about the same age. Only Coholo was the oldest. Even though he looked like a young man, he was actually more than fifty years old.
When Drogo was young, Drogo's father's enemy had stolen little Drogo, and Coholo had risked his life to save the little horse king.
It could be said that Coholo was almost half a father to Drogo.
Drogo's Kars were managed by Coholo. In other words, Coholo was still a pirate.
Therefore, he had the highest status and prestige among the Blood Alliance Guards.
Hearing Coholo's words, Hago's face turned red. He spat on the ground angrily, turned his horse around, and trotted away.
Keso and the rest of the pirates glanced at Danny and Rize with wolf-like eyes before following their horses.
As the neighing of the warhorses faded into the distance, Coholo calmly said, "As the leader of Khalasa, Khal must lead the charge against the enemy. He should also be the first to scale the walls of the Goat People. This is his responsibility and also his honor."
Danny was grateful. She knew that old Coholo was explaining things to her.
Of Drogo's three Blood Alliance Guards, he was the only one who was the kindest to Danny. Or rather, he was the only one who treated Danny as Drogo's wife. The other Dothraki only saw her as a noble breeding tool that Drogo had bought from Illyrio.
The Princess of Dragonstone, the Targaryen born of the Storm, meant nothing to the centaurs.
Danny Rize forced a smile and said, "With Khal like this, I'm worried …"
Coholo raised a hand to interrupt her. "You should be worried that the pirates will start raiding without Khal's permission. Although your worries are useless."
Danny watched bitterly as he rode away.
Soon, the screams of the warriors and the cries of the Goat People, mixed with the stench of blood and fire, reached Danny's ears.
Standing on the hill, the lush grass crossed the bridle around her calves, tickling her soft skin like a baby's lick.
Looking around, she could see pillars of smoke rising from the flames of war, like fingers reaching into the sky from the nearby Raza manor.
Danny Rize held her big belly and closed her eyes sadly, trying not to think about how many pregnant women like her would be slaughtered today, and how many children and women would be taken as slaves by Drogo's Khalasar.
"This is a cruel world."
Danny Rize's little Kars was busy. Some were leveling the soil on the hill to make it easier to set up stakes and set up tents. Others were standing on carriages, carrying down large chests that contained Drogo and Danny's blankets and belongings.
The khal's camp was located in the center of the Khalasar, with the hill Danny had chosen as the center. Yurts were like mushrooms after the rain, suddenly filling up the fields in sight.
The centaurs were unwilling to live in houses made of mud and stone. They were used to living in tents.
The scene of more than a hundred thousand people working together seemed to be full of vitality. It made Danny, who had been depressed since she first came to this world, a little interested.
"Sir Jorah, accompany me for a walk."
Jorah Mormont, nicknamed 'Big Bear', was from the Northern Westeros. He was the son of Old Bear, the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch at the Great Wall, and the uncle of Bear Island Lolita in Game of Thrones.
Because he sold slaves, he was about to be beheaded by the Guardian of the North, Eide Stark, and fled to the mainland of Ursos on the other side of the strait.
When Danny Rize married Drogo, he had sworn allegiance to Viserys.
After Drogo put the gold crown on Viserys's head (with melted gold), Big Bear became Danny Rize's sworn knight.
When he first joined Drogo's team, Big Bear was dressed in the standard Westeros knight attire: sweater, wool trousers, inner shirt, leather armor, and plate armor.
After living on the plains for nearly a year, he began to get used to the centaur's attire: leather sandals, mane leggings, a Dothraki sleeveless leather vest, and a bronze medallion belt.
"Khaleesi, aren't you going to check on Drogo's injuries?"
Jorah walked side by side with Danny Rize's little mare, followed by four young Dothraki knights.
"There are more than a dozen hairless people around him. It's too crowded. After they leave, you and I will go check on him again."
There were two kinds of people in the khalasar who specialized in medicine: the infertile women and the slave eunuchs. The herbalist women healed with potions and charms, while the eunuchs used knives, needles, and fire. They were collectively known as the 'hairless people' among the centaurs.
Among the tents that almost covered the land, there were slaves and women hugging firewood. There were also the cries of livestock being slaughtered. There were people carrying wooden buckets to fetch water from wells and rivers. There were also people taking out grindstones and carefully sharpening scimitars for warriors who had just finished a battle. There were also long-haired Dothraki warriors giving orders. Barefooted children ran and played in the crowd. The stench of sweat, horse dung, blood and the aroma of roasted meat tortured Dany's nose.
After turning around a yurt, they saw a large group of knights laughing and messing around with a dozen naked women in an open space where firewood was being piled up. Even when they saw Daenerys on the silver horse, they had no intention of covering up their actions …
Drogo's khalasar had more than bronze-skinned Dothraki. Aside from the warriors, there were more to serve their slaves. White people like Danny, fairer milk people, red-skinned eunuchs, black people from the Summer Isles, and the Ashashan of the Shadow Lands were also dark-skinned. It was difficult for Danny to distinguish their race from the little memory in her mind.
Even the Dothraki were not all the same.
The centaurs ran amok on the continent of Ursos, taking slaves from many races. They did not have a concept of marriage, and liked to fool around based on their desires. Their racial lineage was already a mess.
The only thing was that all Dothraki had almond-shaped eyes.
"Khaleesi, you seem to have changed a little … Did something happen?"
Chora had felt that something was wrong with Danny since the afternoon. Seeing that she did not stop the centaurs from pulling the women as she usually did, he felt even more strange.
Well, Danny Rize was originally a kind little girl. The first time she saw the women being held captive by the Dothraki warriors, she went over to stop them, full of pity, and even suggested that the Dothraki warriors take them as their wives.
This went against the traditions of the Dothraki.
The Dothraki warriors had the right to deal with the slaves they had captured. It was their right to make them strong, kill them, and sell them. Even the khal could not interfere.
Besides, the normal Dothraki did not have a husband and wife system. The horse king's wife was an exception.
"I understand what you mean, but even if I stop them, without Drogo's support, who will listen to me?" Danny Rize looked down.
This Chora was indeed the number one bootlicker under the Dragon Mother's skirt. Such sharp senses. After all, since she transmigrated in the afternoon, she had been watching more and talking less, trying to imitate the behavior of the original owner.
"Khaleesi, as long as you give the order, I will kill them," the centaur youth Aggo raised his longbow and shouted.
Drogo still doted on his wife. While the kars he gave Daenerys were small, there was a group of outstanding young warriors within. Aggo, Quero, Jhogo, and Rakarlo even had the potential to become bloodridge guards.
Blood guards were warriors that were one in ten thousand, almost equivalent to the captains in Genghis Khan's army.
Sir Chora's pupils contracted as he warned, "This is someone else's kars. If you dare to attack, you will die."
He knew the temperament of the Dothraki. They would do what they said without hesitation.
"I am not afraid of death." Aggo's black almond-shaped eyes widened, his aura undiminished.
"We are not afraid of death," the remaining warriors roared.
"If you cause chaos, you might hurt Khaleesi," Chora said, pointing at Danny's big belly.
This topic was a little awkward. Danny looked around and suddenly raised her whip, pointing at a fat black man. "You, stop. “
The black man was about forty years old, with a round bald head covered in sweat. He showed a humble smile and asked, "Khaleesi, what orders do you have?"
"Quack, quack, quack." A large white goose flapped its wings, struggling between the thick fingers, occasionally using its yellow beak to peck at his rough arm.
"I want this goose," Danny said.
The Dothraki ate horse meat as their staple food, believing it to be the best food in the world. But after thinking about the original owner's memories, Danny Rize felt nauseous at the thought of horse meat.
Changing the topic was one reason, but improving the food was another.
The large beads of sweat on the fat black man's bald head became denser. He had a pleading look on his face as he refused with difficulty. "Khaleesi, I am Lord Jake's chef. Because Madam Lilith is not used to horse meat, I found a few geese in the shepherd's manor with great difficulty this afternoon … I really have no right to agree to your request!"
"Smack!"
"Ahhh —"
Aggo was furious when he heard that. He whipped the fat man without any explanation, causing a centipede-like crack to appear on his right cheek. "B * stard, even Jake himself can't refuse Khaleesi's request."
The fat chef covered his face and squatted on the ground, whimpering. Even the white goose in his hand had escaped with a quack, so how could he continue the conversation?
The entire process happened quickly. Danny's mouth opened and closed, but the whip had already been lashed out. There was no time to stop it.
"Who wants to steal my goose?!" An angry shout came from the sky-blue tent beside them.
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