Chapter 450: Rebellion in Motion

The ragged prince's venture was ill-fated. As soon as he stepped out of his own home, assassins seized the opportunity and stabbed him several times, leaving his body sprawled on the spot.

Meanwhile, the traditional nobility and remnants of the governor's family in Pentos had gathered the Second Sons, countless mercenaries, and free riders, preparing to strike at Princess Daenerys during her patrol.

The silver-haired princess wore a beautiful wreath atop her head, her silver-gold hair freely cascading over her fair shoulders. She rode a milky-white pony, its hooves striking a crisp sound against the cobblestone road.

"Her Grace, the Princess!"

"The Mother of Dragons!"

Daenerys was very popular in Pentos. Wherever she passed, the crowds would erupt into deafening cheers without any prompting.

For they had all heard the legendary tale of a girl who slept peacefully amidst a great fire, cradling three dragon eggs.

The eggs hatched in blood and fire. If Viserys was the true king by fate, then Daenerys was the one who made it all possible, the Mother of Dragons.

Thus, the people had reason to believe that Daenerys was a girl favored by the gods, a naturally noble and fortunate person. Even a single glance from her was considered a blessing.

Now that the true king Viserys had led his troops on a campaign to Westeros to reclaim his Iron Throne, and Princess Rhaenys had also joined him, Princess Daenerys was the 'queen' of Pentos.

As the princess was riding her pony on patrol, a sudden commotion erupted from the crowd. A massive shadow was flying in from the distance.

The only dragon left in Pentos by the Targaryens, Viserion, had inexplicably flown from the royal forest outside the city to the skies above Pentos. It circled above Daenerys, letting out a deep roar that echoed across the sky.

The city guard of Pentos, responsible for maintaining order, kept the enthusiastic citizens away from the princess. But the sudden descent of the dragon caused many soldiers and officers to change color.

"Damn it!"

"Why would the dragon suddenly come here?"

They suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. The dragon usually rested in the royal forest outside the city and would not come to Pentos unless something was happening...

Before they could react, Mero, the leader of the Second Sons hidden in the crowd, known as the 'Bastard of Titan', suddenly roared and lunged at Daenerys, who was protected by the Unsullied.

He too had sensed that something was off.

Daenerys' patrol this time was accompanied by three times the usual number of Unsullied soldiers, and they were on high alert. There were even shield formations on both sides to prevent sudden crossbow attacks.

The sudden descent of the dragon at this moment further stirred his deep unease into agitation.

Mero decided to act out of plan, striking first. Without waiting for signals from others, he lunged at Daenerys alone, hoping to capture the girl as a hostage.

The burly man with a thick beard reaching his waist somehow produced an axe.

"Die!"

He swung his axe at a city guard responsible for maintaining order, nearly decapitating him. Blood sprayed, and the body fell to the ground.

Mero's sudden move seemed like a signal, and the members of the Second Sons drew their swords and charged at the guards.

"Kill!"

The mercenaries and free riders bought by the remnants of the Pentos governor's family also followed suit.

"Kill!"

For a moment, cries of killing filled the narrow streets of Pentos.

Although the commander of the Unsullied, Grey Worm, had left, the remaining two thousand Unsullied had elected a deputy commander, codenamed 'Sun'.

After joining the Targaryen army, Viserys abolished their daily random name rule, allowing them to choose a name freely.

'Sun', like 'Grey Worm', had three long spikes on his helmet, the middle one being especially long, though slightly shorter than 'Grey Worm's'. This symbolized his status within the Unsullied.

He too wore the new black dragon scale armor, his dark face scanning the chaotic battlefield before he loudly commanded.

"Everyone, form up!"

"Protect Her Grace, the Princess!"

The Unsullied, facing the sudden situation, did not panic. They formed a circle around Daenerys, shields raised and spears ready.

The silver-haired princess herself was ushered onto a specially made carriage.

"Your Grace, please rest for a moment."

"We will soon rid ourselves of these rebels."

'Sun' personally helped Daenerys onto the carriage at the rear of the patrol, then spoke with a murderous tone.

This carriage was the work of Tobho Mott, the Minister of Craftsmen in Pentos, who had been invited to the royal meeting before Viserys' departure.

The carriage looked ordinary on the outside, bearing only the Targaryen family crest and appearing sturdy. However, the interior was reinforced with layers of armor steel, impervious to ordinary arrows and bolts. Even against a ballista, it had some buffering capacity, almost impregnable.

But correspondingly, due to the reinforced defense, the weight increased, and the wheels and bearings were specially made, requiring four horses to pull.

The interior of the carriage, however, was extremely comfortable.

The floor was covered with discontinued Myrish carpets, soft feather pillows, and velvet cushions, silk curtains, the epitome of luxury. It was now exclusively for the members of the Targaryen royal family.

"Thank you," Daenerys said, sitting in the special carriage, her beautiful face tense as she nodded slightly.

She appeared very calm on the surface, but her palms were sweaty.

Witnessing such a scene for the first time, Daenerys was very nervous.

But the girl was strong-willed, not wanting to lose to Rhaenys, so she appeared very calm on the surface, even though she was actually extremely nervous.

Outside, cries of killing were everywhere, and the onlooking citizens scattered and fled.

While Daenerys sat safely in the carriage, the rebels, the Second Sons, and the mercenaries kept attacking the Unsullied formation. However, the Unsullied soldiers remained unyielding from beginning to end, standing firm like rocks in the sea, unmoved by the storm.

Then, with the roar of the white dragon Viserion, it neared the ground.

The surging dragon flame illuminated the curtains inside the carriage, and the mercenaries of the Second Sons let out shrill screams.