It was a spacious hall that seemed to be holding a feast. First, it was a feast of celebration, then it turned into a feast of corpses.
There was no living person in the room. It seemed that the people at the feast had been brutally slaughtered. Corpses were sprawled on toppled chairs and broken high tables. Blood had solidified into black puddles on the table and floor.
Someone's limbs had been chopped off. On the black oak table, ownerless hands were clutching bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast duck, and bread. Someone had lost his head. His body was slanted to one side, and his head rolled on the ground like a rubber ball.
There was a wooden throne at the end of the hall, and on it sat a horrible wolf-headed corpse. It wore an iron crown, and on the oak table in front of it were slices of bread, plates, wine cups, wine jugs, knives and forks, candlesticks …
Strangely, it was holding a leg of lamb in its right hand, like a king holding a scepter.
What was creepy was that unlike the dwarf who ignored her, the werewolf's eyes followed Danny closely. Its expression was complicated, as if it was silently complaining.
"The Blood Wedding!" Danny instantly understood what this scene meant.
Danny was very excited. For the first time, she was sure that she saw the future.
The Blood Wedding would take place in a year or two, and she could see the ending now.
"Serves you right!" she shouted at Robb, then turned and walked to the next room.
What Danny did not know was that early the next morning, Robb Stark, who had just completed the great victory in the Forest of Ravings, was awakened by a nightmare.
"Mother, I dreamed of someone last night," he said to Catelyn with a puzzled expression during breakfast.
Her son had just captured Jaime Lannister, so the duchess was in a good mood. She asked softly, "Who did you dream of?"
"A strange girl."
"Strange?"
"She was wearing a very beautiful strange dress (cheongsam) and carrying a bamboo basket. There was a black dragon in the basket," the young wolf master said, puzzled.
"Dragons have gone extinct more than a hundred years ago," Catelyn said.
"That woman was not much older than me. She had silver hair and violet eyes. She looked like a …" Robb himself was very uncertain. "Targaryen!"
"A Targaryen girl of this age … does exist." "The Mad King's daughter, Danny Lys Targaryen, was said to have married the Dothraki horse king a year ago. Did you see her face clearly? What did she look like? "
"Beautiful. More beautiful than … than Sansa. More delicate than Cersei Lannister. More lively," he said.
"Then it really could be her. Every member of the Targaryen Family is extremely beautiful." Catelyn nodded and asked, "Why did you dream of her? Could it be … That's not right. Even if you're old and start to have feelings for girls, she … You've never seen her before. "
"I don't know, but the dream last night made me feel like I was in the seventh level of hell." Robb's eyes flashed, and he said thoughtfully, "If I defeat Lannister, and Theon Baela does not allow the North and Hejian Lands to become independent — after all, the two combined make up more than half of the Westeros.
I might fight Theon Baela again, and if I win again … if Aunt Lysa of the Arryn Vale sends troops to help me … She fears Lannister the most, but not Theon Baela, so it's very likely. "
"With the help of the vassals of the North, Hejian Lands, and the Arryn Vale, you defeat Theon Baela. Then you take the Iron Throne and eventually replace the dead Robert. You will become Danny Lys Targaryen's greatest enemy." Catelyn followed her son's train of thought. "If she really has a dragon or something similar to a dragon, such as a hundred thousand roaring Dothraki warriors, you are probably no match for her.
And she is the mad king's daughter, so it's not surprising that she inherited his mad genes.
To be defeated by such a mad and vengeful Targaryen, you are finished, and so is the North. Such an ending is worse than going to the seventh level of hell. "
"Did she say anything to you?" Catelyn became nervous.
"'You deserve it,' she said to me coldly. 'You deserve it.'" Robb's face turned pale.
"Ah! That must be it, "Catelyn exclaimed. "It must be your recently deceased father who gave you a hint through the dream, warning you to be careful of the last Targaryen princess."
"Robb, do you want the Iron Throne?" She looked into her son's eyes and asked nervously.
"I only want to avenge my father, and then make the North independent," Robb said immediately.
"But your dream, your future …" Catelyn said worriedly.
"Sigh, I really don't want to rule the world, and I have no desire for the Iron Throne of the King's Landing. Why, why do you have to force me, I don't want to be the king of the Seven Kingdoms! "Robb cried sadly.
.....
Time returned to the present, and Danny returned.
When Blackie used his tail to open the third door, Danny saw a scene that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was a house with a red door, and lifelike animal faces were carved on the huge wooden beams. There was a lemon tree outside the window.
That was Danny's home in Braavos before she was five years old.
The night before Danny Alys was born, the dynasty had changed from Targaryen to Theon Byra. Only Dragonstone Island, which was located overseas, was still occupied by the Targaryen fleet.
But on the night Danny Alys was born, not only did her mother, Queen Reyra, die in childbirth, but a terrible storm appeared in the waters near Dragonstone Island. The warships anchored in the bay were not defeated by the enemy, but were destroyed in the storm.
That was why Danny was called the "Storm Born".
The queen's death caused the Targaryen regime to collapse, and Viserys was only a child left …
The storm destroyed all the warships that supported the Targaryen dynasty, and made Dragonstone Island unsafe.
Fortunately, not only did the storm destroy their own fleet, but Theon Byra's warships that were besieging Dragonstone Island were also destroyed, giving them a chance to escape.
While the acting castellan of Dragonstone Island was hesitating whether to sacrifice the two children of the Targaryen family to the rebels, Sir William Darry and his four men brought Viserys and Danny Alys safely to Braavos.
Sir William was the royal instructor, an old man with white hair and half blind eyes. Under his care, little Danny had the happiest five years of her childhood.
Then the old knight died, and Danny and Viserys were tricked by the servants into leaving the house, and began a life of wandering for hundreds of thousands of miles.
In Danny Alys' memories, the house with the red door became the most beautiful place, and she could not forget it for a long time.
At this moment, the scene in the depths of her memory reappeared before her eyes, and even the old Sir William walked out with heavy steps, leaning on his crutch.
"Little princess, you're back!" His voice was hoarse and affectionate. "Come, come to me, my lady. You're home, and you're safe."
His wrinkled hand reached out to her, soft as old leather.
"This illusion is too real!" Danny clicked her tongue as she looked around.
"Come here, my little princess. What are you talking about, what illusion?" The old man was still beckoning her.
They can even talk to each other?
This … seems to have entered the uncanny stage. Danny was frightened, and turned to run.
The corridor stretched on and on, endless doors on the left, and torches on the right.
Danny ran past countless doors. Some were closed, some were open, some were wooden, some were iron, some were intricately carved, some were plain, some had handles, some had locks.
At least they were still doors, until she caught a glimpse of a door that could barely be considered a door.
Danny came to an abrupt halt. It was a simple cowhide curtain.
She had a strong impulse, as if the main purpose of entering the Imperishable Hall was not to find the immortals, but to enter this door.
Blackie's tail was like a hook, and it lifted the curtain.
Then Danny saw a boundless grassland, the Dothraki Sea.
A river meandered through the grassland, and a tall white horse carried two children along the river.
The horse's back was facing Danny, and she could not see the horse's head or the faces on the saddle.
She could only vaguely see the child in front lying on the horse's neck, and the little girl in the back, with silver hair and a painted vest, was crying non-stop, her cries weak and full of pain.
It was not until the horse had gone further and completely disappeared from Danny's sight that she came back to her senses.
"Is this in the past? Danny, Liz, and Viserys? They didn't when they were young … That girl was wearing a painted Dothraki vest. " She was puzzled. Subconsciously, she felt that this was important, but she could not guess what it meant.
"Screech —"
Blackie put down the cowhide curtain and screeched, reminding Danny to continue moving forward.
So she memorized what she had just seen and walked to the next room.
A pair of huge bronze doors opened automatically as Danny walked over. Behind the doors was a magnificent stone hall, and on the high walls on both sides hung the heads of many dead dragons, looking down coldly.
Right in front, an old man in fine clothes sat on a tall and thorny throne. His eyes were dim, and his hair was silver.
"Let me be the charred bones and roasted flesh of the King's Landing," he said to a man below. "Let me be the King of Ashes!"
"The King's Landing, the Red Keep, the Iron Throne, the Mad King Eris?" Danny suddenly understood, so she stopped and continued to watch.
"Your Majesty, have you really made your decision?" The man below the throne in a fire warlock's robe looked fervent.
"I am the True Dragon. I will be reborn in the fire." The Mad King on the Iron Throne waved his arms excitedly. "Immediately bury the wildfire everywhere in the King's Landing. Don't miss a single spot. I will be crowned king again in the ashes and bones!"
"Oh my God! This madman! "
Hearing the Mad King and the Fire Warlock Prime Minister discussing how to burn half a million people in the King's Landing to death, Danny felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps appeared on her bare arms.
Leaving the bronze door, Danny encountered another door that opened automatically because of her arrival.
Inside the gorgeous wooden door with red copper nails was a bedroom.
The prince, who looked almost exactly like Viseris, said to the woman who was breastfeeding a newborn baby on the big wooden bed, "Let's call him Aegon. Isn't this the best name for a king? "
Danny immediately understood. She once again saw the scene that had happened in the Red Keep. Prince Lega and Princess Elia were husband and wife.
The newborn in the Crown Princess' arms, Aegon, was the little prince who had been smashed to death against the wall like a cantaloupe.
Princess Elia asked her husband, "Will you write a song for him?"
"He already has a song," Lega said solemnly. "He is the prince in the prophecy. His song is the Song of Ice and Fire."
He looked up as he spoke, and his gaze met Danny's. It was as if time and space had shifted, and the two of them had arrived at the same time.
"There's one more." He said. Danny felt her blood run cold. She felt that this cheap brother was talking to her. "Dragons have three heads. There's one more."
"Mother f * ck!" Danny's little face was pale. She cursed and turned to run.
She was completely sure that Lega, who had been dead for 15 years, was talking to her. He told her that three dragons needed three riders. Other than herself and Aegon, there was another … Targaryen?
But Aegon had died a long time ago, and she was the only one left of the Targaryen family … Oh, and the male lead, Jon Snow, was also a Targaryen.
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