Chapter 2: Daenerys Targaryen

At this moment, the entrance of the tent was pushed open.

A young man with a bright bronze skin and a wild aura walked in from outside.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a painted leather vest, leg bindings made of horse mane, a bronze belt around his waist, and a huge curved sword.

His name was Kaya, the Bloodsworn of Dothraki Khal James Wright, a position that only the strongest and most loyal could hold.

"Blood of my blood, Governor Illyrio of the Free Trade Federation has sent a letter saying that there is an important treasure to be offered to you!"

James Wright had already started to adapt to the role of Khal Drogo, so after hearing Kaya's words, he spoke with authority, "Oh? What gift is it?"

"It is a woman, said to be the exiled princess from the Westeros continent, Daenerys Targaryen of House Targaryen, along with her brother, Viserys. He wants to use your army to help him reclaim the Iron Throne." Kaya bowed respectfully, and James Wright, with his current aura, didn't even have the courage to meet his gaze.

"It's them," James Wright narrowed his eyes.

As a fan of "Game of Thrones," he naturally knew this part of the storyline. Illyrio, the Governor, was not someone who did things without self-interest. He dared to take the risk of harboring Viserys and Daenerys because he wanted to sell them for a good price.

Clearly, as the most powerful Khalasar on the Dothraki Sea, Khal James Wright could definitely afford that price.

James Wright, who had fully absorbed Drogo's memories, knew just how terrifying his power was!

A whole army of 100,000! All mounted cavalry!

Among them were 30,000 elite Dothraki screamers!

This was a terrifying army that could sweep across the Westeros continent!

Viserys had seen this point clearly, which was why he was willing to give up his sister and marry her off to the "barbarian" who disgusted him, as it was his only hope of reclaiming the throne.

"Tell Illyrio that I will take this woman. I can also agree to their conditions. Let it be known to the entire tribe I will marry the princess of House Targaryen!" James Wright said with a smile.

Kaya was somewhat surprised, "Khal, are you really going to help them reclaim their kingdom? You know, we Dothraki never set foot outside the Dothraki Sea. Our warriors can't even board a ship."

His concern was reasonable. The Dothraki were like nomadic tribes, living their whole lives on horseback. If they left their horses, they would lose half their lives. Moreover, they had an abnormal fear of the sea.

If it weren't for this reason, relying on the fierceness and bravery of the Dothraki, it would be hard to say who would have the upper hand against the Westeros continent.

James Wright smiled mysteriously, "Help them reclaim their kingdom? No, no, no. We Dothraki never make losing deals."

"On the contrary, I want to take this opportunity to send our army to King's Landing. Let the iron riders of the Dothraki trample across the Seven Kingdoms, kill all the resistance, and rule the entire western continent of Westeros, making the whole world bow beneath the hooves of the Dothraki!"

"Then, when should we start assembling the army, my Khal?" Kaya, as James Wright's most loyal subordinate, would unquestioningly follow James

Wright's will.

James Wright pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, "No hurry. There are still many Khalasars of the Karasa tribe on the Dothraki Sea. We must first conquer them and unify the entire Dothraki Sea. You go and arrange the army's itinerary immediately. Depart for the Free Trade Federation right away."

"Yes!" Kaya bowed and nodded.

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Free Trade Federation, Governor Illyrio's mansion.

Before this, Daenerys Targaryen had always believed that she would marry Viserys when she came of age.

Since their ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror, married his two sisters as wives, the Targaryen family had a tradition of sibling marriage for hundreds of years.

"Only in this way can we ensure the purity of our bloodline."

Viserys had said this to her countless times. The blood of House Targaryen flowed with the blood of kings, the golden blood of the ancient Valyrian race, the proud blood of true dragons.

True dragons never mate with common beasts, and the Targaryens would never mix their blood with other inferior races.

But now, Viserys was selling her to the barbarians of the grasslands.

Yes, whether it was the Westeros continent across the Narrow Sea or the citizens of the city-states on the continent of Essos, the Dothraki were synonymous with barbarism and backwardness. They despised the mounted nomads from the bottom of their hearts, but at the same time, they feared their military might.

With the help of the slaves, Daenerys tidied herself up and came out, finding Viserys waiting for her in the hallway.

Governor Illyrio walked out from a nearby corridor, his fat body swaying in his loose, fiery red silk robe, and each of his fingers adorned with shining gemstones.

"She's too small and thin. Are you sure Khal Drogo will like such a young girl?" Viserys looked at his sister Daenerys with some concern and said to Governor Illyrio.