Chapter 272: The Khaleesi of the True Dragon Khal

Rhaegal descended.

"The Khaleesi of the Dragon-riding Khal!"

The Dothraki who had surrendered and knelt on the ground shouted loudly at Rhaenys.

However, Rhaenys looked confused; she didn't understand what they were saying.

"What... what are they saying?"

Rhaenys looked bewildered, she didn't understand the Dothraki language.

"Your Highness."

"Be careful."

Then, a guard caught the princess as she jumped down from the dragon's back.

Rhaenys, taller than most girls her age, was clad in bright armor. Her brown hair fell behind her, and she casually brushed it behind her ears.

Holding her helmet that she had just taken off, her small boots stepped on the soft ground, giving her a somewhat heroic look.

Although Rhaenys had commanded Rhaegal to set fire freely while in the air, seeing the charred bodies scattered on the ground, which turned into ashes with a gust of wind, made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

At that moment.

Huff...

A heavy breathing sound came from above, along with the sound of flapping wings.

Viserys, riding on Balerion, also landed on the ground.

Boom—

Balerion's heavy body hit the ground, causing a huge noise and making the ground tremble slightly.

The surrendered Dothraki who were kneeling on the ground saw the huge dragon that had just been soaring in the sky landing in front of them. It was even larger up close, and their eyes filled with fear.

They muttered in the obscure and difficult Dothraki language, repeating words similar to 'god'.

Viserys also climbed down from the dragon's back. Seeing the riding gear on Rhaegal, he felt slightly relieved.

Riding a dragon in the most primitive way was somewhat dangerous.

But fortunately, he had extraordinary abilities and wouldn't easily be thrown off by the dragon's rolling. Even if he fell off, he could turn into a cloud of black fog and climb back up.

Looking at Rhaenys, who was standing there somewhat guiltily.

Viserys's face became slightly stern. Although he rarely got angry, when he was serious, he had a certain imposing aura. He then jumped down from the dragon's back.

Rhaegal, lying on the side, also looked a bit submissive when he saw his big brother.

Balerion's huge head was almost as big as half of Rhaegal's body. If he wanted to... he could kill Rhaegal with one bite.

But fortunately, Balerion was just a strict older brother.

He wasn't a crazy older brother like the Mountain, who would press his brother into a brazier.

Currently, the Mountain was still being held in the prison of Pentos and hadn't been executed. Since Oberyn found out that the Mountain had fallen into Viserys's hands, he strongly demanded to personally judge him.

He wouldn't let this demon die too easily. Oberyn wanted the Mountain to confess all his crimes and the instigators behind him, and to testify in front of the gods, before making him wish he were dead.

Therefore, Gregor Clegane was able to live in prison for more than half a year.

Viserys, also wearing armor, took off his helmet, his silver hair spread out, and handed it to a soldier nearby.

"Your Majesty."

Then he came to Rhaenys, looking at her with bright eyes.

Rhaenys, on the other hand, seemed even more guilty, and even a little afraid to look up at him.

"Good morning, Viserys."

After a while,

Rhaenys finally mustered the courage to speak. Her voice was pleasant, but now it was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

She tentatively greeted him, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Viserys, however, remained silent, then sighed.

He had heard from the old maid that Rhaenys had changed a lot since she had been in charge of a city on her own.

She had become independent and had her own opinions, and her once stubborn character had also mellowed a lot. She had somewhat of a lady's demeanor.

But now, to Viserys, Rhaenys's character still hadn't changed. She was still the little girl who would argue with him if he didn't let her out of the city.

Perhaps Viserys's sigh had provoked Rhaenys.

The girl clenched her fists slightly, then finally raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and said, "Viserys, I heard about the war here... I just wanted to do my part." Rhaenys's voice was full of grievance.

Viserys, hearing Rhaenys's words, was slightly taken aback.

He remembered what the old maid had once told him.

"Princess Rhaenys always wants to help you."

Was that so?

Viserys lowered his head to look at the somewhat aggrieved girl in front of him, her light purple eyes sparkling.

He then finally bent down and hugged her.

Clank—

The sound of their armor colliding echoed, the cold metal touching each other. Viserys's action was so sudden that the girl didn't expect it.

"I'm sorry Rhaenys."

Viserys gently held Rhaenys, took a deep breath, and said,

"I was wrong to blame you."

Rhaenys wanted to help him, that had been her intention from the start.

She hadn't remained unchanged, she just hadn't become a lady.

Instead, she had matured, shedding her youthful naivety at an age when she should have been carefree, and had become stronger.

Not far away,

Bessie, wearing a metal mask and covered in armor, watched this scene and nodded slightly.

He then turned his gaze away and continued to command the soldiers to clean up the aftermath.

The few Dothraki who were still resisting were being surrounded and killed one by one by the incoming Targaryen soldiers.

The vast majority of the Dothraki, knowing they had no hope of escape, didn't fight to the death. After the Khal died, they seemed to lose their courage to fight and knelt on the ground, waiting to be taken as prisoners.

"These Dothraki seem to be expressing their submission."

"Your Majesty."

At this moment, an officer standing next to Viserys spoke.

They didn't understand the Dothraki language, and there were no Dothraki translators here, but they could roughly understand from their actions.

Viserys, who had already let go of the hug, had Rhaenys by his side.

He looked at the Dothraki kneeling on the ground, bowing to the dragons, himself, and Rhaenys, muttering words they didn't understand, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Is there a Dothraki translator?"

"Or is there anyone among them who understands High Valyrian or the Common Tongue?"

Viserys himself knew two languages, one was the Targaryen mother tongue, High Valyrian, and the other was the Common Tongue of Westeros.

"I'll find one for you, Your Majesty."

The officer standing next to Viserys immediately nodded and ran off to find a translator for Viserys.

It didn't take long for a soldier who understood the Dothraki language to be brought before Viserys.

"Your Majesty."

This soldier understood the Dothraki language because he had once followed a trade caravan to Vaes Dothrak.

"These Dothraki are expressing their submission to you, calling you the 'Dragon-riding Khal' and the 'True Dragon Khal'."

Then, the soldier who understood the Dothraki language stole a glance at Rhaenys.

The girl in front of him was not very old, a blooming maiden.

Moreover, Rhaenys was extremely beautiful, inheriting the best features of her parents. She had the handsome features of the Targaryens and some exotic charm of Dorne, which made the young men in the camp couldn't help but sneak peeks.

However, they all knew Rhaenys's identity.

Although she didn't have the Targaryen's signature silver hair, the girl had arrived riding a dragon, and the dragon head badge on her chest was enough to show her 'dragon' identity.

"They... they also call Princess Rhaenys the 'Khaleesi of the True Dragon Khal'."