9

People in the city looked at the giant dragon hovering in the air and swooping down from time to time in horror. They hid in their homes, closed their doors and windows, and trembled uncontrollably. Children were hugged tightly in their mothers' arms, their clothes soaked with tears. The old people prayed silently in the corner, hoping that the disaster would end soon.

The smoke of the battle filled every corner of the city, and blood dyed the streets red. The footsteps and shouts of the soldiers, intertwined with the groans of the wounded, created a hellish scene.

This fierce battle lasted until noon of the second day before it finally came to an end. Almost all the mercenaries who participated in the riots in the city were killed, and their bodies lay on the ground in all directions. The blood gathered into streams, reflecting a frightening light in the sun. The houses on both sides of the street were dilapidated, and some were still emitting wisps of green smoke. The once prosperous city of Lys was now dead silent, as if it had lost its soul.

Gavin's army began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner. Carts loaded with food were slowly transported into the city, and the heavy wheels left deep marks on the stone road.

Soldiers conveyed Gavin's orders from house to house, and the loud voices echoed in the streets and alleys: "As long as you help clean up the corpses and ruins, you will receive food!"

Under the extremely tempting promise of food, the Lyseni civilians who had previously kept their doors closed and were full of fear finally mustered up the courage to go to the streets, carefully helping to clean up the corpses with trembling but hopeful anticipation.

Soldiers set up checkpoints at various intersections to maintain order. They stood tall like pine trees, with sharp and vigilant eyes, ensuring that the entire situation was under firm control.

In the Steward's Square, which was once glorious but had long been reduced to ashes in the turmoil, countless gold and silver treasures were piled up into an eye-catching hill, shining with dazzling light under the bright sunshine.

After a thrilling turmoil, the stewards and wealthy merchants of Lys were all destroyed like falling stars, disappearing into the torrent of history. Those mercenaries who tried to seize their wealth out of greed were also eliminated by Gavin. Those ill-gotten gains that were once stained with blood and sin, after going around in circles, finally gathered here and piled up like a mountain.

People passing by looked at the piles of treasures with amazement at the wealth and sighed over the previous turmoil.

Gavin stood on a high place, overlooking all this, thinking about how to rebuild this devastated city and make it thrive again. Next, he had to control the towns and villages under Lys's rule and face the reactions of Tyrosh and Myr. He knew he would have to stay in Lys for a while.

Stepstones Archipelago - Bloodstone Island

In the magnificent city lord's mansion, the monthly civilian petition was being carried out. Daenerys sat on the high seat, her posture straight, her eyes majestic and solemn.

Viserion lay quietly at her feet, occasionally flapping his wings lazily. Maester Qyburn and Steward Boris sat beside her, taking notes and offering Daenerys advice from time to time.

An old man in ragged clothes stepped forward first. He bowed deeply and said in a trembling voice: "My dear lady, my fishing boat was completely destroyed in a storm during a sea voyage. Now I have lost my livelihood, and my family is starving. I beg you to lend me a fishing boat so that I can go out to sea to fish again and support my family."

Daenerys nodded slightly and said: "Old man, I deeply sympathize with your plight. I will order a new fishing boat to be built for you as soon as possible so that you can support your family again. You can repay the cost over the next five years."

Then, a haggard woman cried with tears: "My lady, my husband was injured while working for the lord and is now bedridden, unable to work. I can no longer bear the expenses of the family and the tuition of my children. I beg you to provide some relief to help us through this difficult time."

Daenerys showed pity in her eyes and responded: "Poor woman, I will arrange for a healer to treat your husband and will also send some supplies and money to help you through these hard times."

Then, a young blacksmith hurried forward and said anxiously: "Madam, thieves have been appearing frequently in the West City District where I live. They stole the farm tools that I worked hard to make in my shop and injured my partners. I implore you to strengthen public security, catch these thieves, and return my property."

Daenerys looked serious and said decisively: "Don't worry, I will send more soldiers to strengthen patrols and ensure that these thieves are arrested, bringing peace and safety back to your life."

Just as the petition was about to end, a tall figure wearing a hood slowly moved forward. He gently lifted the hood, revealing Brienne of Tarth, whom Daenerys had met before.

Seeing the newcomer, Daenerys could not help but be surprised. With a bit of surprise in her eyes, she said: "Lady Brienne, we meet again. I wonder why you came to the Stepstones this time?"

Brienne respectfully made a standard salute and said sincerely: "Your Highness, I am here to ask for your forgiveness. I was deceived before and misunderstood you. Now, thinking back, I feel extremely ashamed and regretful for my ignorance and prejudice."

Daenerys smiled slightly, her smile full of tolerance and generosity, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter, Lady Brienne. I believe the news from Braavos has also spread. There are some things that you did not know about and have been misled. Since you have come to the Stepstones, I will naturally do my best to be a gracious host and welcome you as a guest during this time."

Brienne's eyes flashed with gratitude, and she hurriedly said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your warm reception. I won't trouble you much during my stay."

Daenerys then ordered the attendants to carefully arrange comfortable accommodations for Brienne. Maester Qyburn looked at Brienne's departing figure with a worried expression and hurriedly said to Daenerys: "Your Highness, you need to be careful. The Tarth family has always been loyal to the usurper. I'm concerned that she may be here under false pretenses, perhaps as an assassin sent to kill you."

Daenerys' eyes were firm, like bright stars, as she said: "I have had contact with her before. I believe she is not an assassin sent by the usurper. Her character is far beyond that of the hypocritical usurper."

Maester Qyburn looked worried, frowned, and said, "That may be so, but Lord Gavin gave many instructions before he left, asking us to ensure your safety. Please allow me to send someone to keep an eye on Brienne. And please, do not leave the protection of the Blood Dragon Guard when traveling."

Daenerys frowned slightly and fell into thought for a moment, then said: "Very well, I will follow your arrangements. I will be careful and vigilant. Thank you for your concern, Maester Qyburn."

At this time, Boris, standing nearby, spoke up: "Your Grace, several officials from the surrounding islands have arrived at Bloodstone Island today. There are some important matters that require your attention. If you permit, I will arrange for them to meet with you this afternoon."

Daenerys maintained a composed demeanor and responded calmly, "Yes, please make the necessary arrangements."

Boris hesitated momentarily, then continued, "Your Grace, the new glass workshop on Gray Gallows Island will be operational in two days. I need to inspect it personally. I won't be gone long, but during my absence, I will leave the management of the Stepstones in your capable hands."

Daenerys felt a surge of satisfaction, interpreting Boris's decision as a sign of his trust in her abilities. His confidence in her governance signified that she had earned his respect. However, curious about Gray Gallows Island, where she had never set foot, she suggested, "Perhaps I should accompany you. Governor Boris, Bloodstone Island cannot be without your guidance, especially with Gavin away. Additionally, I've never visited Gray Gallows Island; this would be an excellent opportunity to see it for myself."

Boris considered her proposal for a moment before agreeing, "Very well, Your Grace. Please ensure you take sufficient guards and an escort ship to guarantee your safety."

Daenerys responded with a confident smile, nodding solemnly, "Rest assured, Governor Boris. With the Blood Dragon Guards Gavin assigned to me, everything will be fine."

Boris, satisfied with her assurance, stood up, bowed, and said, "I will make the necessary arrangements for your journey, Your Grace. With your permission, I will take my leave."

Daenerys nodded, and Boris exited the hall.

When Gavin left the Stepstones, he entrusted the governance of the territory to his fiancée, Daenerys, as per tradition. His intention was to provide her with the opportunity to develop her leadership skills, preventing the mistakes she made in the original storyline, which eventually led to rebellion among her subordinates.

Initially, Daenerys found herself overwhelmed by the sudden responsibility. She was often flustered, handling matters with hesitation and making numerous blunders due to her lack of experience. At that time, she was filled with anxiety and self-doubt, cautiously making decisions as though she were walking on thin ice.

However, with the unwavering support of Qyburn, Boris, and many other officials, Daenerys began to grasp the intricacies of governance within just a few weeks. She learned to weigh the pros and cons in complex situations, making wise decisions that would benefit the territory. As time passed, she became more comfortable in her role, no longer confused or helpless as she had been at the beginning.

During this process, Daenerys discovered her potential in leadership and management. She transformed from a timid young woman who relied heavily on others' opinions into a decisive and independent leader. She began facing problems head-on, selectively considering others' advice, and making decisions only after thorough deliberation.

Two days later, the sun shone like gold on the sparkling sea, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt.

Brienne, a noblewoman from Westeros, was not only Daenerys's first guest but also someone she deeply respected. Worried that her visit might seem discourteous, Daenerys decided to invite Brienne along on her trip to Gray Gallows Island, presenting it as a social call.

The warship cut through the waves, surrounded by endless blue, with occasional seagulls as white as snow flying joyfully overhead. As Gray Gallows Island came into view, its lush greenery, rolling hills, and towering mountains became clearer. The verdant trees, like giant open umbrellas, shaded the land below, while the distant mountains undulated like giant dragons, blending with the blue, gem-like sky. Long white clouds floated like gauze, painting a beautiful natural scene.

The warship docked, and Daenerys and Brienne disembarked.

Harvey Strong, the Governor of Gray Gallows Island, was already waiting respectfully. He bowed deeply to Daenerys and said humbly, "Your Grace, I am Harvey Strong, the governor appointed by Lord Gavin. I am here to welcome you. We have prepared carriages and accommodations for your comfort."

Daenerys nodded slightly, a faint smile on her lips. "Thank you for your efforts, Governor Harvey."

Harvey then asked, "Your Grace, would you like to go directly to the new glass workshop, or would you prefer to explore the town first and take in the local customs?"

After a moment's thought, Daenerys replied, "Let's inspect the workshop first. Business matters are of utmost importance."

With that, Daenerys and Brienne stepped into the carriage, followed by ten imposing Blood Dragon Guards. The carriage moved slowly along the rugged road, its wheels crunching over stones and soil.

Daenerys gazed out of the carriage window, taking in the scenery. Lush trees lined the road, and in the distance, scattered farmlands and farmhouses dotted the landscape. She was eager to see the glass workshop, having heard that it produced exquisite glass by burning paper, and she was curious about the process.

After a short journey, the carriage came to a halt in front of a large building. The workshop stewards and numerous workers were already waiting outside.

The glass workshop's exterior was built from solid bricks and stones, with green vines covering parts of the walls, giving the building a natural, earthy appearance. The tall, heavy doors exuded a strong, mysterious aura, piquing curiosity about the world within.

Under Harvey's guidance, Daenerys and Brienne entered the workshop. The interior was spacious and bright, with sunlight streaming through skylights, casting colorful reflections on the glass products displayed.

There were crystal-clear vases with smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship, unique ornaments resembling animals or mythical creatures, and sparkling wine glasses that seemed to be waiting for fine wine.

Harvey enthusiastically explained, "Your Grace, these are the finest creations of our workshop. Each piece embodies the hard work and wisdom of our craftsmen."

Brienne picked up an intricate glass ornament, examining it closely. She couldn't help but remark, "I've heard that the glassware from the Stepstones is exquisite and well-known. Seeing it in person, I can say it truly lives up to its reputation. These pieces are stunning."

They toured the workshop with great interest, with Daenerys asking numerous questions about the production process, the source of raw materials, and the working conditions of the craftsmen. They were so engrossed in their visit that they lost track of time.

As they emerged from the workshop, thick smoke suddenly began billowing from a large wooden building nearby. Within moments, the fire spread rapidly, engulfing the roof in flames that shot up into the sky, painting it red.

Harvey panicked and shouted, "Quickly! We need to put out the fire!" Daenerys, alarmed, asked urgently, "What is stored in that building?"

Harvey, directing the crowd, replied hurriedly, "Your Grace, that is the fuel warehouse. It contains a large quantity of coal used for glassmaking. Fortunately, there is no one inside except an old man who watches over it."

Without hesitation, Daenerys ordered the Blood Dragon Guards to assist in extinguishing the fire, "Quickly, help put out the fire!"

As the flames raged, chaos ensued. Workers ran back and forth in panic, carrying buckets of water, their shouts blending into a cacophony of noise and confusion. The Blood Dragon Guards swiftly joined the firefighting efforts, carrying buckets and dousing the flames, but it seemed like a losing battle.

Daenerys, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, directed the efforts anxiously, her voice hoarse from the strain. Brienne stepped forward to help organize the panicked workers, bringing some order to the chaotic scene.

Thanks to the combined efforts of everyone, the fire was eventually brought under control, no longer spreading as wildly as before.

Just as Daenerys sighed in relief, a man carrying a bucket approached her nonchalantly. While everyone else was focused on extinguishing the fire, a flash of malice appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, he drew a sharp dagger from the bucket and lunged at Daenerys.

Before the assassin could strike, Brienne reacted with lightning speed, kicking the attacker squarely in the chest. The assassin, caught off guard, was thrown back, hitting the ground hard. Daenerys, realizing the man was an assassin, turned pale and stumbled backward in shock.

The assassin, seeing his attempt foiled, became frantic. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared like a wild beast, brandishing the dagger as he charged at Daenerys again.

Brienne did not hesitate. She drew her sword and met the assassin head-on. The assassin's wild thrusts were met by Brienne's skillful defense, which was impenetrable.

As the assassin lunged forward again, Brienne saw an opening. With a swift, powerful swing of her sword, she severed the assassin's arm, causing him to scream in agony as blood sprayed from the wound. The dagger fell from his grasp as he collapsed to the ground in pain.

The Blood Dragon Guards quickly subdued the assassin, pinning him to the ground.

Daenerys, still shaken, said with a tremor in her voice, "Thank you, Brienne. If not for you, I would have been in grave danger."

Brienne sheathed her sword, bowing slightly, "It was my duty, Your Grace. I'm glad I could help."

Daenerys nodded, still reeling from the close call. "Today was indeed dangerous, but we were fortunate."

Harvey, who rushed over, was visibly relieved, with cold sweat all over his body and lingering fears. If something had happened to Lady Daenerys here, he would have felt compelled to offer his life as apology.

In his anger, he immediately stepped forward, placing his foot on the assassin's wound, and demanded sternly, "Who sent you?"

The assassin's face turned ashen, beads of sweat rolling down like rain, his body shaking with excruciating pain.

Gasping for breath, his eyes filled with terror and despair, he croaked, "It's Petyr, Master of Coin Petyr. He said it was the king's order. My mission has failed, and there's no way to survive. Please, spare me and stop the torture."

Daenerys frowned slightly, her beautiful features reflecting solemnity and deep thought. In a commanding voice, she instructed, "Take him away, interrogate him thoroughly, and ensure you uncover how he managed to get in. No detail must be overlooked." Her sharp gaze swept over everyone, as if assessing their capability to solve the matter. "This is of utmost importance. I need answers quickly."

Everyone acknowledged her command and dragged the assassin away.

After the commotion, Daenerys and her party had no desire to continue their inspection and quickly returned to their residence. On the carriage back, Daenerys's gratitude towards Brienne deepened.

That night, Daenerys invited Brienne to dinner, the soft candlelight casting a warm and friendly glow on their faces.

They conversed at length at the dining table, sharing their experiences with each other.

Daenerys gently set down her utensils, looked at Brienne with heartfelt appreciation, and said sincerely, "Brenny, if it hadn't been for you today, I might have been poisoned. Your help in saving my life is beyond my ability to repay."

Brienne quickly replied, "Your Highness, there's no need for such gratitude. I don't think anyone would have stood idly by."

Her gaze fell on the gleaming sword at Brienne's waist, and she asked curiously, "Brenne, I've always wondered, why do you always carry this sword with you?"

Brienne's expression grew a touch melancholic, her eyes tinged with bitterness. "Your Highness, I'm not a noble lady. Since I was a child, I have been passionate about swordsmanship and the ideals of chivalry, and this passion has stayed with me as I've grown. Unfortunately, this passion has often been met with ridicule. People have always said that I'm too rough and that a woman should not wield a sword."

Daenerys shook her head, admiration evident in her eyes. "Brenne, your courage is truly admirable. Disregard the opinions of those short-sighted individuals. Women can indeed wield swords on the battlefield and uphold their beliefs and dignity."

Brienne's eyes shone with gratitude. "Hearing Your Highness say this means a great deal to me."

Daenerys smiled, attempting to ease the atmosphere. "Brenne, how long have you been practicing swordplay?"

Brienne's expression softened as she reminisced. "When I was a child, I would sneak into the training grounds to watch the knights wielding their swords, filled with longing. But when I finally gathered the courage to try it myself, people stared at me with strange looks, pointed fingers, and even laughed, saying that I shouldn't be doing this at all. Thankfully, my father supported me. Not only did he not stop me, but he also taught me proper swordsmanship himself. His encouragement made me even more determined on this path."

Daenerys sighed softly, her expression tinged with sadness over the world's injustices. "Earl Tarth is a wonderful father. There is so much prejudice against women in this world! When I was a child, living with Viserys in Braavos, we often faced attacks from assassins sent by usurpers. We had to constantly hide. I often wished I could take up arms to protect myself as you do."

Brienne resonated with Daenerys's words, her expression growing resolute. "Your Highness, while I haven't experienced the same trials, I understand that no matter the situation, it's up to me to earn respect and protect myself."

Daenerys's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Brenne, your conviction and bravery are equal to any knight's. I believe you can certainly become a knight! Your skill and determination are what make a true knight."

Brienne's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief evident, then she said sadly, "Your Highness, no woman in Westeros has ever been knighted, and even if one were, she would not be recognized."

Daenerys shook her head, her eyes firm with resolve. "I disregard those societal opinions. Brienne, we are both women. To me, your bravery surpasses that of many so-called knights. If you're willing, I will knight you to honor your determination and courage. From now on, you will be my knight and fight for me."

Brienne, overwhelmed with emotion, could barely speak. Her eyes grew misty, her voice trembling. "Your Highness, thank you for this honor. I will live up to your expectations and do everything in my power to protect you!"

Upon hearing Brienne's words, Daenerys stood up, took the Dark Sister from the shelf nearby, and unsheathed the sword.

The slender blade, with its unique and mysterious Valyrian steel pattern, seemed to flow like a winding stream. The blade glinted coldly, as if it could slice through the void. Daenerys raised the sword with both hands and said solemnly, "This sword is the Dark Sister, a clan sword of the Targaryen family. It has witnessed countless glories and legends. I believe only it is worthy for this moment. Please kneel for your knighthood, Brienne of Tarth."

With a mix of excitement and reverence, Brienne approached Daenerys and slowly knelt on one knee. Her eyes were resolute and filled with anticipation for the forthcoming honor.

Daenerys raised the sword with a sense of gravity and placed it firmly on Brienne's shoulder. Her voice was clear and resonant, echoing in the air: "I, Daenerys Targaryen Stormborn, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the sole legitimate heir to the Iron Throne, do hereby knight Brienne of Tarth as a knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

In the name of courage, I call upon you to be fearless. Confront strong enemies with bravery and never retreat.

In the name of wisdom, I call upon you to be wise. In challenging situations, discern the truth and make the right decisions.

In the name of mercy, I call upon you to be compassionate. Treat the weak with kindness, protection, and care."

At this moment, Brienne lifted her gaze, looked at Daenerys with solemnity, her eyes full of resolve and loyalty, and vowed, "I, Brienne of Tarth, swear on my life to dedicate my loyalty unconditionally to Daenerys Targaryen. From now on, my sword will fight solely for you, for your glory, and for your justice, through fire and water, even unto death."

Daenerys then placed the sword down, her lips curling into a slight smile, her eyes filled with trust and hope. "Rise, Brienne of Tarth, my sworn knight. May your name shine in the history of the Seven Kingdoms."

Daenerys touched the Dark Sister and said, "This Valyrian steel sword has yet to realize its full potential. I am not skilled with a sword, and the Targaryen blade in my hands has not fulfilled its purpose. Now, I entrust it to you."

Brienne looked at Daenerys in astonishment, unable to believe the precious gift.

Daenerys smiled and extended the sword once more. "Take it, Brienne. I believe that in your hands, it will defend justice more effectively."

Brienne solemnly accepted the Valyrian steel sword, her hands trembling slightly, moved by the gesture. She said, "Your Highness, I will not betray your trust and expectations. This sword will safeguard your honor and glory, and if I fail, may the Seven Gods punish me."

Daenerys nodded. "I have faith in you, Brienne."

Brienne gripped the Dark Sister tightly, as though holding a weighty and sacred mission.

After Gavin entered the official residence in the city, many slave owners and officials who had been waiting there came to pay homage to their new ruler.

A well-dressed slave owner approached first, kneeling on the ground and saying, "Welcome, esteemed Dragon Lord Gavin. I have prepared a gift for you, and I believe you will appreciate it."

Gavin looked at the slave owner sternly, nodded, and asked, "What kind of gift is it?"

"Please wait a moment, Dragon Lord Gavin." The slave owner then signaled to a servant, and a girl emerged from the crowd carrying a small box and slowly approached Gavin. The girl, around fifteen or sixteen years old, wore a light blue dress adorned with delicate embroidery and a white ribbon around her waist, which accentuated her grace.

The black box she held was inlaid with bright gems and intricately carved, emanating a luxurious and mysterious aura.

The girl knelt before Gavin, holding the box high above her head.

Gavin's expression shifted from confusion to solemnity as he stared intently at the box. He could sense a surge of magical energy emanating from it, as if an invisible force was trying to draw him into an abyss.

Taking a deep breath, Gavin slowly reached out to open the box. As the lid lifted, a shadowy figure darted out like a wraith, momentarily obscuring Gavin's vision. Though the shadow's magic was not powerful and would dissipate quickly, it succeeded in momentarily blinding him.

In that fleeting moment, the girl's eyes flashed with malice as she swiftly drew a dagger from beneath the box and lunged at Gavin with lightning speed. The dagger struck Gavin's abdomen, and blood immediately stained his clothes.

Gavin roared in pain and reacted instinctively, his leg muscles tensing as he kicked the girl away with force.

The girl flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and collapsing awkwardly on the ground. Blood trickled from her mouth, yet her eyes remained fierce and defiant.

Simultaneously, the Blood Dragon Guards behind Gavin surged forward with overwhelming force. They quickly subdued the slave owner, pinning him to the ground and immobilizing him. The remaining guards swiftly isolated others from Gavin.

Hearing the commotion, soldiers outside the door rushed in, encircling the panicked slave owners and officials with unsheathed swords gleaming coldly.

Gavin clutched his injured abdomen, his face darkened by the pain. He glared at the slave owner and the girl, his eyes burning with fury.

The slave owner, glaring back at Gavin, bit down on a poison capsule. Blood began to seep from his mouth, signaling his imminent demise. He managed to utter, "Gavin Belaerys, have you forgotten that you owe the Many-Faced God a life?"

Gavin's expression darkened further. With a thought, the Blood Dragon Guards acted swiftly, breaking the necks of both the slave owner and the girl. They fell dead instantly. The guards then removed the masks from their faces, revealing unfamiliar identities.

Breathing heavily, Gavin felt the pain in his abdomen mingle with his anger. Ignoring the terrified slave owners and officials, he issued an order to the soldiers: "Arrest everyone and search this place thoroughly. Leave no corner unchecked!" The soldiers complied promptly, springing into action.

With the Blood Dragon Guards' careful support, Gavin shakily sat in a chair. The movement aggravated his wound, sending sharp pain through him like a tidal wave.

Gavin grimaced as sweat beaded on his forehead. He retrieved a bottle of potion from his robe and drank it quickly. The wound began to heal at an alarming rate, but he still felt a corrosive energy and magic raging inside him, requiring him to use his own magic to counter it. Clearly, the poison on the dagger was formidable.

At that moment, the door was flung open, and Jorah Mormont, having rushed in after hearing the news, entered. Seeing Gavin pale and seated, he asked anxiously, "My lord, are you alright?" Gavin, enduring the pain, waved his hand and replied calmly, "It's nothing serious." He didn't want Jorah to know the full extent of his condition.

Gavin paused and then asked, "You've traveled extensively in Essos. Are there temples to the Many-Faced God outside of Braavos?"

Jorah Mormont thought briefly before answering, "Apart from the House of Black and White in Braavos, I've heard that there are temples to the Many-Faced God in Volantis and Myr. However, though I've been to Myr, I've never seen a temple there."

Gavin nodded slightly and ordered, "Jorah, find someone to investigate and question the mercenaries along the way. I want to know where all the temples to the Many-Faced God are in Essos."

Though Jorah was puzzled, he bowed respectfully and left. With his departure, the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by Gavin's labored breathing.

Gavin slumped in the chair, deep in thought. This assassination was also an opportunity.

Unlike the city of Lys, where a riot nearly wiped out the upper class, the speed at which the slave owners and officials in these towns surrendered was remarkable. All the towns remained under their control, leaving Gavin feeling there was a lack of opportunity for a thorough purge.

Now, however, the assassination provided a chance to eliminate a group of slave owners decisively.

This would not only demonstrate his authority but also pave the way for a smoother rule, solidifying control and ensuring a more effective governance.

On a grim day, the atmosphere in the town was stifling. A group of aggressive soldiers stormed towards a grand slave owner's mansion.

"Bang!" The courtyard gate was forcefully knocked open. The slave owner, lounging in the hall, was startled by the commotion.

"What is the meaning of this?" The slave owner exclaimed in terror.

"Someone reported that you were involved in the assassination of Lord Gavin!" the leader of the soldiers declared sternly.

"This is unjust! How could I be involved?" The slave owner protested, trembling with fear.

"Stop your excuses! Arrest him!" The soldier leader commanded, and several soldiers quickly restrained the slave owner, twisting his arms.

"This is a setup. I am loyal to Lord Gavin!" The slave owner struggled, his face flushed with distress.

"Whether you're guilty or not, we'll see after the investigation!" The soldier leader ignored his protests, and the soldiers began a thorough search of the mansion.

Soon, boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and land deeds were moved to the courtyard.

"These are my accumulated savings, unrelated to the assassination!" The slave owner cried out in despair.

The soldiers, however, continued their search with no regard for his claims.

As time passed, one slave owner's mansion after another faced the same fate. Most of the land, wealth, and population were successfully recovered by Gavin.

This large-scale purge was swift and decisive, and the towns fell into an atmosphere of eerie silence, with no one daring to resist.

The slave owners, understanding Gavin's strategy, traveled to the city of Lys to present their property and prove their loyalty.

At that moment, a merchant ship from the Stepstones Islands approached the shore. A rugged messenger disembarked hurriedly, found the soldier on duty at the port, and, after revealing his identity, said urgently, "On Maester Qyburn's orders, I need to see Lord Gavin immediately."

The soldier, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, promptly led him to Gavin.

Upon arriving at the city lord's mansion, the soldier informed the guard. Knowing the matter was urgent, the guard quickly escorted the messenger to Gavin.

Gavin sat in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion with a gloomy expression. The messenger hurriedly walked in and saluted Gavin. Then, he quickly took out a rolled bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to the Blood Dragon Guard beside him.

The Blood Dragon Guard took the bamboo tube, unrolled it carefully, removed the letter inside, and handed it to Gavin.

Gavin's eyes scanned the contents eagerly. His face instantly became even more troubled, and his heart felt as heavy as a massive boulder.

"Robert's assassins have targeted Daenerys again!" Gavin exclaimed furiously, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His eyes widened, and anger seemed to radiate from them.

After a while, Gavin managed to calm his anger, placed the letter on the table, and said to the messenger, "You've worked hard on this long journey. Go and rest now."

The messenger saluted again and thanked him, "Thank you, Lord Gavin. This is what one in my position should do." Then he departed.

Once the messenger left, Gavin quickly instructed the soldiers nearby, "Call Hassan immediately!"

"As you command, my lord," the soldier responded with a salute and quickly left.

Moments later, the door to the room opened again, and Hassan hurried in. He noticed the Blood Dragon Guard preparing Gavin's equipment and asked with concern, "Sir, what happened? Are you leaving?"

Gavin nodded solemnly and said, "Not long ago, someone from the Iron Throne attempted to assassinate Daenerys. I'm worried and need to go back and check on things. Everything here is now under your control. While I'm away, ensure nothing goes awry."

Hassan responded respectfully, "Don't worry, sir. I'll keep a close watch on things here. However, I have some news I haven't had a chance to report. There's something going on in Mir. Besides the Golden Group they hired, there are now rumors that other mercenary groups will be enlisted to bolster their forces."

Gavin frowned and said, "As expected, the fleets of Myr and Tyrosh can't match us. They dare not attack at sea and are only causing trouble for us on land."

Hassan continued, "Sir, should we prepare in advance? We could assemble troops for the border area."

Gavin thought for a moment and said decisively, "Hold off for now and continue monitoring their movements. However, we must strengthen the border defenses, increase patrols, and abandon some towns if necessary. I'll deal with it when I return. Also, reorganize those prisoners during my absence."

Hassan nodded and said, "Yes, sir. I will make the arrangements immediately."

While preparing his equipment, Gavin instructed, "If there are any developments, report them to me immediately. I should be back soon."

Hassan saluted again and left. Gavin, now alone, quickly donned his equipment, his eyes reflecting his eagerness.

"Sizzle"

As Zaldrīzharys roared loudly, its powerful body vibrated, lifting Gavin swiftly into the air and speeding towards the Stepstones.

The wind howled in Gavin's ears, and he lay firmly on Zaldrīzharys' broad and warm back.

From the air, the island of Lys below appeared lush and vibrant. The dense forest resembled a green ocean, with clear streams and waterfalls sparkling like silver in the sunlight. White sandy beaches met the blue waters, creating a picturesque scene.

As Zaldrīzharys continued onward, the island gradually diminished in size, replaced by the endless sea. The rough sea surface undulated like silk, with layers of white waves. The horizon where sea met sky was invigorating. However, Gavin had no time to appreciate the view; he was focused on reaching the Stepstones as quickly as possible.

Zaldrīzharys' massive wings flapped tirelessly, each movement sending a strong gust of air that traced beautiful arcs through the sky.

After nearly a day of flight, Gray Gallows Island finally emerged in the distance. Gavin patted Zaldrīzharys' neck, and Zaldrīzharys accelerated towards the island.

At this moment, Boris, Qyburn, and others had already arrived on Gray Gallows Island.

They had heard the news of Daenerys' assassination attempt earlier, which had caused them great concern. Seeing Daenerys safe and sound now had greatly relieved their anxiety.

In the hall, Daenerys was seated in the main chair, with Brienne in armor standing behind her, holding a meeting with several others present.

The atmosphere was tense, and the faces of the two governors and maesters were full of worry and seriousness.

Qyburn spoke gravely, "The Iron Throne will not abandon their efforts if this assassination fails. We must be prepared for potential sneak attacks by the Royal Fleet and anticipate further attempts on Daenerys' life."

Boris agreed, "Yes, but our main fleet is currently in Lys. We need to prepare to defend the island." He then looked at Daenerys and said, "Madam, I suggest you avoid using dragon fire for now. The bay is vulnerable and difficult to attack. As long as the channel is blocked, warships will have trouble entering."

Daenerys looked at everyone with determination and said, "The usurper's petty assassination attempts will not drive me away! I will defend this place with you." Sensing Daenerys' resolve, Viserion, who was lying next to her, roared in agreement.

Harvey Strong advised, "Madam, you needn't worry about the defense of the Stepstones. Bloodstone Island and Gray Gallows are both defensible and hard to attack. There's only one coast where landing is possible. Even if the Royal Fleet is fully deployed, the fortifications on the high cliffs will prevent them from landing. It will be challenging for the Royal Fleet to capture any island quickly. They will likely resort to a siege. Lord Gavin will undoubtedly lead the fleet to our rescue."

Just as Daenerys was about to respond, a loud roar filled the air, cutting through the sky and reaching their ears. Recognizing the familiar sound, Daenerys stood up with a surprised smile and said, "It's Zaldrīzharys. Gavin is back." The room's previously tense atmosphere lightened as if they had found a new source of strength.

Zaldrīzharys slowly landed in the open space in front of the city lord's mansion, its massive form casting a shadow. Gavin dismounted swiftly, showing signs of fatigue from the journey, but his eyes were filled with eagerness and concern.

Gavin instructed the approaching guard, "Find more sheep. Zaldrīzharys is starving." The guard bowed and hurried off to carry out the order.

Gavin straightened his slightly rumpled clothes and was about to enter the city lord's palace when he saw Daenerys flying toward him.

Daenerys rushed to Gavin and threw herself into his warm, solid arms. She clung tightly to his waist, her voice choked and trembling: "Gavin, you're finally back. I've missed you so much. I've been waiting for your return every moment these past few days."

Gavin embraced Daenerys tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very being, offering her boundless comfort. His eyes scanned Daenerys anxiously, and he asked with concern: "My dear, are you hurt?"

Daenerys rested her head on Gavin's chest, shook her head slightly, and replied, "I'm fine, Gavin. Thanks to Brienne's protection, I was able to wait safely for your return."

At this point, Gavin turned his gaze from Daenerys to see Brienne standing behind her with a serious expression. A sincere smile spread across his face as he said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Lady Brienne. I will remember your help."

Brienne straightened up and responded with a serious tone, "Please don't call me 'Lady,' Lord Gavin. I am now a knight."

Gavin was momentarily taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. He noticed the sword at her waist and then looked at Daenerys, seeking confirmation.

Daenerys smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I believe Brienne is brave and worthy. I personally knighted her."

Upon hearing this, Gavin's face lit up with a pleased smile. He looked at Brienne once more and said, "Thank you, Knight Brienne. Your deeds will be honored."

Brienne bowed in respect and said firmly, "It is my duty, Lord Gavin. It is an honor to serve Your Grace."

Gavin gently took Daenerys's hand, his eyes resolute and determined, and said, "Let's go inside and discuss how to handle the threat from the Iron Throne." Everyone proceeded into the city lord's palace, preparing for the imminent discussion of the storm to come.

Gavin and the others entered the hall and took their seats. Daenerys signaled to the attendants, who promptly filled everyone's wine glasses.

Gavin lifted his glass and drank it in one gulp, quenching his thirst from the journey. Then he looked around at the assembled group and asked in a solemn tone, "Can anyone provide me with a detailed account of the situation?"

Qyburn immediately stood up, took out two pieces of paper from his pocket, and handed them to Gavin respectfully. "My lord, this is the testimony from the assassin. I interrogated him myself." Gavin took the papers with focused attention and read them thoroughly.

After some time, he closed the papers, his brow furrowed in thought. Littlefinger's name had come up in the assassination attempt, leading Gavin to speculate whether this was an order from Robert Baratheon or a secret effort by Littlefinger to stir up chaos. However, after a moment of reflection, Gavin smiled slightly, realizing that the specifics of the truth were less important now. His relations with the Iron Throne had reached a freezing point.

He then shifted his attention to Boris and asked, "Are the tax collectors sent by the Iron Throne still on Bloodstone Island?"

Boris stood up promptly and responded respectfully, "My lord, I have detained all the tax officials from the Iron Throne, including those who arrived with them. The taxes they previously collected have also been successfully recovered."

Gavin nodded slightly, pleased. "Well done, Boris. Expel them all from the Stepstones."

Next, Gavin turned to Qyburn and instructed, "Send a raven to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, condemning Robert Baratheon's vile assassination attempt. If he still has any honor, I would challenge him to a duel."

Daenerys looked alarmed at Gavin's words and glanced at him worriedly. Gavin patted her hand gently to reassure her and said with a smile, "Trust in my strength." He then looked at Qyburn and added, "Draft the message as I instructed and keep a close watch on Stannis and the royal fleet. Report any movements immediately." Qyburn bowed and replied, "Yes, my lord."

At that moment, Governor Harvey spoke up, "Lord Gavin, what is the current status of the conflict in Lys?"

Everyone turned to Gavin with curiosity, clearly interested in the progress of the campaign in Lys.

Gavin smiled faintly and said, "We have successfully taken control of all the lands in Lys. Currently, Hassan is consolidating our gains, reorganizing the prisoners, and repairing the captured warships. As long as Mir and Tyrosh do not provoke us, I do not plan any major actions for now." Gavin then turned to Boris and asked, "If I recall correctly, what is the status of the Citadel? Are the officials trained in this batch nearing graduation?"

Boris responded promptly, "Yes, my lord. The assessment will be held next month, and once it's completed, they can be dispatched to various regions."

Hearing this, Gavin addressed Boris and Harvey, "Select a group of experienced and capable officials from Bloodstone Island and Gray Gallows Island to send to Lys. Use the newly graduated officials as a priority to reinforce your administrative team."

Both Boris and Harvey exchanged glances, acknowledging each other's shared understanding, and then bowed to accept the order.

Gavin then instructed Coben, who was standing by, "Send a few of your apprentices to Lys as well. There is no Crow's Nest there yet. Go and establish communications, and see if there are any promising candidates to be trained at the Citadel."

Coben pondered for a moment and replied, "Sir, perhaps I should go myself. The apprentices lack experience."

Gavin shook his head and said, "The Stepstones cannot do without you for now. You need to oversee the shipyards. The foundation of our position here relies on the fleet, and the importance of warships cannot be overstated."

Coben nodded, "Yes, sir, I understand."

Gavin exhaled deeply, his expression resolute. "Everyone, the situation is complex and uncertain. We face threats from both east and west. We must seize this opportunity to fortify our forces in preparation for any potential conflicts."

Everyone responded in unison, "As you command, my lord!"

In the vast sky, the immense and powerful figure of Zaldrīzharys soared high. Gavin and Daenerys sat securely on the back of the dragon, their clothes rustling in the wind.

Zaldrīzharys's broad wings beat strongly, guiding them toward Dragon Flame Bay. Gavin planned to take advantage of this return to hatch more dragons, enhancing their strength.

Soon, Zaldrīzharys flew over Dragon Flame Bay, like a bolt of lightning descending towards the deep dragon cave.

In the dragon's lair, the three young dragons—Ōrbarael, Ōrbarsādor, and Kalishaera—had grown significantly. They played joyfully, tumbling and chasing each other, stirring up dust.

However, when Zaldrīzharys let out a thunderous roar, the previously chaotic scene fell silent. The three young dragons stopped immediately and retreated, showing awe and submission in their eyes.

Zaldrīzharys landed gracefully in the dragon's lair on the large stone platform. Gavin and Daenerys dismounted steadily. As Gavin approached, Ōrbarael, Ōrbarsādor, and Kalishaera sensed his presence and eagerly flew out, roaring around him as if expressing their excitement.

Daenerys quickly instructed the Blood Dragon Guard, and soon, a basin of fresh tender meat was brought over. Viserion, now more than a meter long, squeezed in, pushing the younger dragons aside.

Gavin calmed the dragons and, while skillfully feeding the joyful young dragons and Viserion, whispered to Daenerys, "After this period of work is over, we'll head to Lys. You can join me then, but for now, it's safer for you to stay by my side."

Daenerys nestled against Gavin and replied softly, "It's up to you, Gavin."

The Dragon Cave was filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere, as if the outside world's storms could not breach this haven.

King's Landing - Red Keep

Meanwhile, in the imperial conference hall, the atmosphere was tense, and an important meeting was underway.

Robert Baratheon glowered, glaring at Petyr, and scolded, "Littlefinger, the assassin you found this time is utterly useless, far worse than before, and there's still no news!"

Petyr quickly explained, fear evident in his voice, "Your Majesty, the opponent's defenses are too tight; breaking through will be challenging. It's normal that there's no news yet. We need to be patient."

Robert then turned his attention to Varys, the "Spider," who said, "I've heard that the remnant has a dragon as well?"

Varys stood and responded respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty. Although we lack concrete information from the Stepstones, numerous rumors suggest that Princess Daenerys has a dragon. It is said to be a red dragon. However, do not worry. It takes a long time for a dragon to mature and become a significant threat."

Robert's anger flared, and he slammed his wine glass on the table, spilling wine everywhere. He shouted at the ministers, "But she's marrying Gavin Belaerys! That traitor's dragons are no small matter, and he has a fleet. What use are you if you can't handle this? Do you not realize the impact a dragon could have on the kingdom?"

He then fixed a fierce glare at Petyr and ordered, "Send more assassins. Make sure to eliminate her. If possible, get rid of Gavin as well!"

Petyr, looking resigned, said, "Your Majesty, the risk of assassinating Daenerys and Gavin is very high. Few are willing to take on such a task. Even if we succeed, the defenses on the Stepstones are very tight. Foreign ships are currently restricted from landing and can only resupply at the port."

Robert calmed down slightly, sank into his chair, and drank the red wine in his glass. He felt overwhelmed by the mess of problems. Since Jon Arryn's death, even daily affairs had become a burden.

His brother Stannis had repeatedly urged him to come to King's Landing from Dragonstone, but Robert had avoided it. Stannis wanted to wage war against the Stepstones, but Robert's lack of cooperation had stalled it.

Robert knew Stannis coveted the position of Lord Hand, which Robert was reluctant to grant. He feared having to see his brother's unsavory face daily and dreaded the potential closure of King's Landing brothels.

As he considered these troubles, Robert noticed his wine glass was empty and scolded Lancel behind him, "You fool from Lannister, can't you see your king's glass is empty?"

Lancel hurriedly refilled the glass. Robert drank again, the red wine dripping down his beard, but it did nothing to ease his mood. He frowned and sighed deeply.

He then fixed his gaze on Pycelle, who had been silent, and asked grimly, "Is there any news from the raven sent to the North?"

Pycelle, trembling, stood and bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, we have yet to receive a reply from Winterfell. Considering the importance of the position of Lord Hand, Lord Ned Stark is likely deliberating carefully and needs time."

Robert snorted in displeasure and said, "I knew he was stubborn. I might have to go North myself."

He then addressed Barristan, "Prepare guards and ships. I'm going to Dragonstone to speak with Stannis. Prepare for a trip to the North as well. I'll depart once I return. Also, inform the queen that she and the children, including my heir Joffrey, will accompany me."

Barristan bowed and responded, "As you command, Your Majesty."

The room fell silent as everyone absorbed Robert's orders. The atmosphere grew more oppressive, and no one dared to speak.

Robert, still frowning, looked at the group of sycophants below, his irritation growing. He ignored the ministers and stood up to leave. Seeing this, everyone stood to show their respect.

The Flowing Water Garden is a picturesque location in Sunspear City, characterized by its lush greenery and ample shade. Tall palm trees gently sway in the breeze, while a clear stream winds its way through the garden, its sparkling waves accompanied by the soothing sound of gurgling water, akin to nature's melody. Vibrant flowers bloom in a dazzling array of colors and fragrances, drawing countless butterflies that flit about in a dance of color.

Exquisite fountains are scattered throughout the garden, their water splashing in every direction and shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. The tranquil lake resembles a vast mirror, perfectly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and the surrounding scenic beauty.

In a grand room, Prince Doran convened a family meeting with all direct members of the Martell family present. Each family member looked at Prince Doran with curiosity and skepticism, eager to learn the purpose of the meeting.

Once everyone had gathered, Doran, seated in a wheelchair, retrieved a piece of ornate parchment from a box beside him and handed it to his eldest son, Quentin Martell. He then spoke: "Many years ago, we signed a marriage contract with the Targaryen family. This contract is between you and Daenerys Targaryen. It is not widely known. Now, I need you to travel to the Stepstones and find Daenerys. Lys Targaryen insists that the engagement be honored and that she be brought back to Dorne."

Princess Arianne, standing nearby, immediately voiced her concerns: "Father, I have heard that Daenerys Targaryen is set to marry Gavin Belaerys, the Lord of the Stepstones. Not only does he possess a formidable Dragon, but he also commands a powerful fleet and army. Even with our marriage contract, sending Quentin to retrieve his fiancée could provoke Gavin Belaerys, endangering Quentin's safety."

Prince Doran listened to his daughter's objection and waved his hand dismissively: "Recent information indicates that Daenerys Targaryen has a red dragon. A Targaryen with a dragon is worth our attention."

Oberyn Martell, the "Red Viper," also voiced his dissent: "If Daenerys truly has a dragon, Gavin Belaerys will likely react aggressively. Such an action would be humiliating for us and could lead to war between Dorne and the Stepstones."

Young Tristan Martell added his voice: "Father, what my uncle says is true. If we proceed, it could lead to war between Dorne and Gavin Belaerys. The fleet of the Stepstones is significantly more powerful than ours, and the presence of a dragon only exacerbates the risk. The Dornish are not known for their naval prowess, and Daenerys's dragon may not be worth the potential conflict."

Prince Doran nodded thoughtfully and replied: "I understand your concerns. That is why I plan to offer Gavin Belaerys a fiancée. Arianne, what do you think about this idea?"

Arianne was hesitant. In Dorne, inheritance laws ensure gender equality, and as the eldest daughter, she is the heir to Sunspear. Marrying Gavin, a powerful lord from outside, could jeopardize her claim and lead to support shifting to her younger brother, Quentin Martell.

After a moment of silence, Arianne said: "I doubt Gavin Belaerys would forgo marrying Daenerys Targaryen, who has a claim to Westeros, to instead ally with Dorne."

Prince Doran responded calmly: "Gavin Belaerys controls one-third of our trade routes through the Stepstones. We could cut off these routes and strangle his economy if necessary. He is currently at war with Lys and is unlikely to start another front. Moreover, the Iron Throne might attack him because of Daenerys, making us a valuable ally."

Oberyn Martell then said: "If Quentin marries Daenerys, will we not become a primary target for the Iron Throne? Robert Baratheon, who disregarded glory to destroy the Targaryen family, has already shown his resolve. Recent news from Braavos indicates that Viserys Targaryen was killed by an assassin he sent. If Daenerys arrives in Dorne, she would be vulnerable to immediate attack."

Prince Doran shook his head and explained: "The Iron Throne is currently not in a position to wage war. Robert Baratheon's profligacy has strained the kingdom's finances. Even if conflict arises between us and the Iron Throne, they would struggle to conquer Dorne." He then looked at Quentin Martell and added, "This is a trial. First, negotiate the marriage with Gavin. If he refuses, then seek an opportunity to speak with Daenerys directly. Securing Daenerys and her dragon would be ideal. It's a dangerous mission, so decide if you wish to undertake it."

Quentin Martell stood up decisively and said: "Father, I will take the chance. Whether marrying Daenerys or Gavin Belaerys, it will benefit our family."

Prince Doran nodded and said: "Very well. Be cautious."

Meanwhile, on the tumultuous sea, a ship bearing the crowned stag flag braved the strong winds and waves, steadily making its way towards Dragonstone Island.

Dragonstone looms like a formidable beast emerging from the sea, its jagged rocks and steep cliffs resembling sharp fangs, an imposing sight. Atop the steep cliff stands an ancient, majestic castle, enduring through the years despite the elements. The castle, built into the mountain and winding with the rocks, stands tall and resolute.

A ceremonial guard disembarked from the ship first, forming an orderly line. Dressed in splendid attire, they held colorful flags and spears, their expressions solemn. The sea breeze fluttered the flags.

Robert Baratheon also disembarked, and upon reaching the shore, he encountered the messenger who had come to greet him. However, it was not Stannis but Axel Florent, the acting lord of Dragonstone. Robert felt a twinge of offense at Stannis's absence. He furrowed his brows slightly but soon relaxed, choosing not to dwell on the matter.

Robert inquired directly, "Where is Stannis?" Axel Florent responded respectfully, "He is awaiting Your Majesty in the Map Room." Robert grunted, a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and then strode past him towards the castle.

Ascending the winding stairs proved a struggle for him. His heavy footsteps made the climb arduous, and he was soon panting slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was no longer as youthful and vigorous as in the past.

Eventually, he was guided through the twisting corridors. The walls were adorned with ancient portraits and sculptures, depicting past glory and honor.

Finally, they arrived at the Map Room. Robert pushed open the heavy, ancient door, greeted by a stale scent. There, Stannis stood quietly in front of a large map table, his expression impassive.

Stannis saluted with a neutral expression and said, "Good morning, Your Majesty. Welcome to Dragonstone."

Robert, fuming with irritation, retorted, "I didn't want to come here at all, Stannis. If you were willing to come to King's Landing, it would be hard to see you!"

Stannis remained unmoved. Robert slumped into a chair, frustrated, and said, "I intend to conquer the Stepstones. Is the Royal Fleet confident in defeating their navy?"

Stannis replied, "I'm not sure. The Royal Fleet has worked with Gavin Belleris's warships to pursue pirates before. Unlike the pirates from the Iron Islands, their warships are very powerful, and they are all tall sailing ships. Most of our fleet consists of low longships, which may require the cooperation of four or five to sink a sailing warship. Longships lack both the impact and defensive capabilities of a sailing battleship."

Robert, infuriated, exclaimed, "I spent so much money on the Royal Fleet, and this is all the fighting power we have? It's pitifully weak!"

Stannis countered bluntly, "You spend most of your money on entertainment, banquets, and jousting. Since the rebellion on the Iron Islands, the Royal Council has not allocated funds to repair or replace the Royal Fleet's ships."

Robert, recognizing his mistake, said, "I'll leave the financial matters to Littlefinger."

Stannis mocked, "Where will you borrow from this time?"

Robert glared at Stannis and said, "Watch your words, Stannis. You are speaking to your king."

The room grew tense. After a moment, Robert controlled his anger and said calmly, "I want you to send ships to monitor the Stepstones and recruit sailors for training. The funds will be allocated soon."

Stannis responded, "There is no problem." He paused and added, "The Lord Hand Jon Arryn has passed away, and the Council cannot function without a Lord Hand. What do you think about the new Lord Hand?"

Robert, understanding Stannis's implication, stood up and sneered, "I want Ned Stark to be the new Lord Hand."

Stannis was deeply angered by this. His brother preferred outsiders over him. Nevertheless, Stannis controlled his fury and said sincerely, "I recommend myself for the position of Lord Hand. I believe my performance will surpass Jon Arryn's and be more suitable than Eddard Stark's."

Robert waved dismissively, "You have more important matters at hand. Focus on being the Lord of the Sea and managing the Royal Fleet." He stood up and was about to leave but paused and turned back. "Where is my niece Celine? I wish to see her."

Stannis replied, "She is in the garden in the backyard. I will have a servant take you there."

Robert nodded and followed the servant out.

Stannis watched Robert leave, his lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent. Eventually, he lowered his head and said nothing.

A few months prior, a mysterious letter had been delivered to him.

Upon opening it, the contents struck him like a thunderbolt. The letter revealed that Jon Arryn had discovered none of Queen Cersei's three children with Robert Baratheon were his biological heirs. After this secret was exposed, Jon Arryn was poisoned by the Lannisters. Now, the Lannisters' focus had turned to Stannis.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, he conducted a hasty investigation and quickly fled the crisis-ridden King's Landing for Dragonstone.

He knew Robert, who harbored a bias against him, would not believe his claims and might even suspect him of plotting for the Iron Throne.

The newly vacant position of Lord Hand, recently held by Ned Stark, prompted Stannis to suppress his inner turmoil and wait for Ned's arrival in King's Landing to discuss the matter.

Dragon Flame Bay

In the blazing dragon lair, a series of crisp cracks erupted as three dragon eggs began to hatch. The first dragon to emerge was covered in dazzling golden scales, gleaming brightly like the sun in the firelight. The second dragon, with deep blue scales, revealed its head, its eyes resembling the mysterious depths of the sea. The final dragon, born last, had fire-red scales, burning with an intense, endless passion.

As the baby dragons hatched, Gavin felt a stirring in his heart and checked his panel.

Host: Gavin Belleris

Age: 18

Bloodline:

Bloodfire Dragonborn (development 68%): The bloodline of the Dragon Lord, with the ability to control dragons and fire, and possesses fire resistance.

Rule:

60/68 (your slaves can be promoted via the panel)

40 junior blood dragon guards (blood puppets made using Dragonborn blood, can be advanced twice)

8 senior blood dragon guards (cannot advance further)

1 adult dragon (magical creatures composed of blood and fire, cannot be advanced)

6 baby dragons (magical creatures composed of blood and fire, unable to advance in their infancy)

5 dragon eggs (unhatched baby dragons, can be hatched)

Skill:

Mastery of Fire: Legend

Sword Art: Legend

Flame Blade: Legend

Bow and Arrow: Master

Spear: Mastery

Energy points: 36 (gained by automatically absorbing ambient magic or actively absorbing magic power)

Gazing at the three young dragons, Gavin eagerly anticipated controlling them and working with Daenerys to care for them.

At that moment, Qyburn hurried in, sweating profusely from the heat of the dragon cave. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve and approached Gavin, handing him a letter slightly damp with sweat.

"My lord, there is a new development in the disputed lands," Qyburn said.

Daenerys and Gavin immediately shifted their focus from the newborn dragons to the letter, their expressions growing serious.

Gavin opened the letter with urgency, his brow furrowed as he read. He was taken aback that Volantis's Tiger Cloak Army had already mobilized on the border of the disputed land, contrary to his expectation that Myr would act first.

Taking a deep breath, Gavin handed the letter to Qyburn and said, "Daenerys and I will fly to Lys tomorrow. You must keep a close watch on the Iron Throne's actions and expedite the construction of our warships."

Qyburn bowed and replied respectfully, "Rest assured, my lord."

Gavin then carefully entrusted the three baby dragons to the Blood Dragon Guards, instructing them to feed them regularly, before hurrying out of the dragon cave with Daenerys.

On the way back to the manor, Gavin's thoughts were consumed by Volantis' recent actions. As the oldest slave-holding free trade city-state, Volantis has suffered numerous defeats throughout its long history. Nevertheless, it remains the most powerful city-state in the southwestern part of Essos.

For centuries, Volantis has been at war with Tyrosh, Myr, and Lys. Despite being outnumbered three to one, it showed no signs of weakening, compelling the three cities to form an alliance to maintain balance.

However, after a series of wars and setbacks, Volantis, governed by the Elephant Party, had become increasingly cautious and had refrained from large-scale foreign aggression for hundreds of years. But Gavin's recent move to seize Lys has disrupted the balance that had been maintained for so long, prompting Volantis to once again consider seizing the disputed land.

Myr and Tyrosh are governed by elected merchants, with their armies consisting of a mix of slave soldiers and organized mercenary groups. This reliance on mercenaries has made their combat strength largely dependent on the quality of their hired forces. Due to the mercenaries' lack of loyalty, their effectiveness in battle is significantly reduced.

In contrast, the Tiger Robe Army of Volantis is composed of well-trained, loyal slave soldiers and is significantly larger in number. Compared to the armies of the Three Daughters Kingdom, the Tiger Robe Army is more formidable in both equipment and combat power.

If Volantis decides to seize the disputed territory, Gavin, whose position is still precarious, will likely be the first to face the consequences.

Moreover, Gavin couldn't help but wonder whether Volantis had formed any agreements with Myr or Tyrosh. After all, Volantis was once ruled by the Dragon Lord of Valyria. With Gavin capturing one of the nine major trading city-states, the other city-states would undoubtedly be on high alert, concerned about Gavin's rise. It's possible they could set aside their rivalries and form alliances to counter him.

Daenerys noticed Gavin's deep contemplation and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Gavin felt this, turned to her with a smile, patted her hand gently, and comforted her softly: "My dear, don't worry. The situation might not be as dire as it seems. We'll assess the situation when we arrive in Lys and make decisions then. Please arrange for this trip and let Brienne accompany us. I feel more secure with her protection."

Daenerys nodded and replied, "As long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid of anything. I thought it would take a month to reach Lys with Brienne, just by boat."

Gavin smiled and said, "It's fine. Zaldrīzharys can now carry three or four people without any issue. We can travel by dragon, which will be much faster."

Daenerys' eyes sparkled with anticipation as she asked, "When can I ride Viserion?"

Viserion, hearing his name, looked at his master with curiosity.

Gavin stroked Viserion's head thoughtfully and replied, "It should be soon. The young dragon is growing quickly. It will take you about half a year to get used to flying."

Daenerys smiled and said, "Then I'll ask Brienne to prepare." Gavin smiled and nodded, and Daenerys turned and left briskly to find her knight. Seeing this, Selion flew towards his master as well.

Brienne stood in the open field, clad in solid armor, with the renowned Valyrian steel sword—the Dark Sister—at her waist. She gazed up at the giant beast before her. Though it wasn't the first time she had seen it, she still swallowed nervously.

Zaldrīzharys was enormous and majestic, measuring an astounding thirty-five meters in length. Its golden scales gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight, each resembling a meticulously crafted metal shield—tough and resplendent.

Zaldrīzharys' thick, powerful body displayed well-defined muscle lines, suggesting immense strength. Its wings, wide and robust, resembled dark clouds when extended, with prominent tendons indicating its formidable flying ability. Its sharp claws, like curved hooks, were deeply embedded in the ground, ready to stir up a storm with a single motion.

Its head was vast and fearsome, with sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, exuding a menacing aura. Its eyes, burning like fireballs, revealed a majesty and fierceness that commanded awe. The thick, slender tail, when swung, created powerful winds capable of smashing anything in its path.

At this moment, Brienne felt a profound sense of awe, no longer just excitement at the prospect of riding a dragon. Observing such a magnificent creature up close, she was struck by its sheer presence.

It was clear why the Targaryens had ruled Westeros with their dragons. Anyone who encountered such a colossal beast up close would inevitably feel both fear and reverence.

Dragons also possess undeniable battlefield dominance. Their fire can turn foes to ashes in an instant, and their unparalleled power and majesty inspire terror.

This dragon was more than just a creature; it was a symbol of power and strength that commanded deep respect.

As Brienne marveled, Gavin and Daenerys, equipped and ready, approached from a distance.

Noticing Brienne's reaction, Daenerys chuckled, and Gavin, seeing Brienne's gaze fixed on Zaldrīzharys, reminded her with a smile: "Remember to fasten the harnesses and hold onto the dragon saddle during takeoff and landing."

Brienne offered a knightly salute and said, "Thank you for the reminder, sir. I will be careful."

Gavin nodded and led them onto the dragon's back.

As Brienne mounted the dragon, Zaldrīzharys seemed unsettled and turned its massive head to stare at her.

Brienne met the dragon's gaze and felt a wave of fear, her heart racing.

Gavin quickly soothed Zaldrīzharys with gentle strokes and whispered in High Valyrian. Gradually, Zaldrīzharys relaxed and turned its head back.

Gavin then explained, "The dragon only recognizes one master. Others must be carried by the master to be accepted by the dragon."

Without waiting for a reply, Gavin patted Zaldrīzharys' neck. The dragon let out a powerful roar, spread its wings, and with a mighty flap, sent a gust of wind swirling around them.

As Zaldrīzharys ascended into the sky, the scenery below shrank, and the trio flew off into the distance, leaving a trail of smoke behind them.

Just as Gavin had flown away from the Stepstones, a large warship adorned with a green-backed gold rose flag slowly docked at the port of Bloodstone Island. The flag fluttered in the sea breeze, and the golden roses gleamed brightly.

After the ship docked, several knights in splendid armor disembarked with a steady and powerful stride. Their armor shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

When the port officials saw the flag and the knights disembarking, they hurriedly approached to meet them. With respectful smiles, they inquired: "May I ask why the Lords of Highgarden have come all the way here?"

At that moment, a knight stepped forward from the group. Standing tall, he addressed the officials in a clear voice: "I am Fertimer Klein, the instructor of Highgarden Castle. On the orders of Duke Mervyn Tyrell, the guardian of the southern border, I am escorting his daughter, Miss Margaery Tyrell. I wish to meet her guardian knight, Gavin Belaerys. Please inform me where he is."

Before the official could respond, a noble girl stepped off the boat.

Margaery Tyrell had straight brown hair that cascaded down her back, shining with a healthy luster. Her delicate face was full of youthful vitality, and her large, bright eyes sparkled with intelligence and agility.

She wore a long green dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like the first green leaves blooming in spring, fresh and enchanting. The skirt was embroidered with intricate patterns, emphasizing her noble status.

Upon seeing Margaery Tyrell, the official bowed and said respectfully: "You must be Miss Margaery? Lord Gavin is not currently on Bloodstone Island. Please wait here for a moment while I report to Steward Boris."

Margaery smiled, her smile as warm as the spring sunshine, gentle and soothing. She replied in a soft, sweet voice: "It's no trouble at all. Please go ahead with your work."

The official acknowledged her graciousness and quickly left.

Once the officials had departed, Fertimer Klein turned to Margaery with a worried expression: "Miss Margaery, I noticed there were very few warships docked at the pier, and with Gavin Belaerys not being on Bloodstone Island at present, are the rumors about him attacking Lys true?"

Margaery frowned slightly and after a moment's thought, she replied softly: "No need to speculate. Everything will be clear once we meet with Steward Boris."

Fertimer Klein continued, his tone anxious: "If Gavin truly has captured Lys, with his dragons and the fleet under his command, he could soon dominate the Narrow Sea. If that happens, he may sever his ties with you and Highgarden."

Margaery smiled slightly at this and replied calmly: "I am not concerned about that issue. What worries me more is the exiled princess of the Targaryen family. There is news that Gavin intends to marry her. Sir Fertimer, please send someone to confirm if this is true."

Fertimer Klein nodded solemnly and said: "As you wish, Miss. I will make arrangements immediately."

Soon after, Steward Boris arrived in a hurry, guided by the official. He was tall, with a commanding presence and a warm smile.

Upon seeing Margaery, he said: "Dear Miss Margaery, I have just received confirmed news that Lord Gavin has left the Stepstones and gone to Lys to handle matters."

Margaery responded quickly: "Thank you, Steward, for informing me. I heard there was a conflict between you and Lys. Does Highgarden need to provide assistance?"

Boris smiled and replied: "Miss, you are very considerate. Lord Gavin has successfully captured Lys. Your role now is to remain here and help stabilize the situation."

Margaery was a bit surprised, not expecting Gavin to capture Lys so quickly. She asked: "Do you know how long it will be before Gavin returns to the Stepstones? I wish to see him."

Boris pondered for a moment before answering: "I can't be certain. The situation in Lys is somewhat chaotic due to the recent war. However, do not worry, Miss. I have already sent a message to Lord Gavin, and I believe he will return once he receives it. Meanwhile, I have arranged a seaside manor for you and your entourage where you can wait and enjoy the view of the Stepstones."

Margaery smiled and said: "Thank you very much, Steward Boris, for your hospitality. I appreciate your help during this time."

Boris replied promptly: "It is my honor, Miss. Should you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask." He then waved to a servant who brought a plate of salt and bread, in accordance with tradition.

Margaery and her companions tore off pieces of bread and dipped them in the salt before eating.

In a seaside manor, the sun bathed the lush garden in light, flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the sea breeze gently carried a salty, humid scent. The distant waves crashing against the rocks created a crisp, mesmerizing sound.

Fertimer Klein, holding an envelope, walked briskly into the manor's garden. He saw Margaery seated with several maids, chatting and laughing in the garden. She was dressed in a splendid gown and wore a radiant smile.

Upon seeing Fertimer approach, Margaery instructed the maids: "You may leave now." The maids stood up, offered respectful salutes, and then withdrew.

Fertimer stepped forward, handed the envelope to Margaery, and said: "Miss, this is the latest information we have. Gavin Belaerys does intend to marry the exiled Targaryen princess. There was even a conflict with King Robert over this matter, and the princess has a red baby dragon."

Margaery took the envelope, opened it, and read the contents carefully. After a long moment, she closed the letter and sighed: "It seems the Targaryen princess has an extraordinary charm. Gavin is willing to confront the king for her."

She then instructed Fertimer: "Sir, please have the ship's supplies prepared. If there is no news from Gavin in a month, I plan to travel to Lys myself."

Fertimer Klein advised: "Miss Margaery, even if the war there has just ended, the sea will likely be fraught with danger. It's best to avoid such risks and wait here."

Margaery shook her head firmly: "I can't say when Gavin will return. It's better for me to go there. I trust that Sir Fertimer can ensure my safety."

Fertimer Klein bowed and replied solemnly: "Of course, Miss. I will make sure to protect you."

Under the blazing sun, a group of tall and strong soldiers, clad in tiger-striped robes with an orange background, marched in formation through the city of Myr. Their pointed-collared helmets, adorned with feathers and metal ornaments, gleamed in the sunlight, highlighting their majestic appearance. These were soldiers from Volantis, part of the Tiger Robe Army.

The Tiger Robe Army guarded an elephant in the center of the procession. The elephant carried a richly decorated sedan on its back.

Inside the sedan sat Malachor Megea, the Tiger Party Consul of Volantis. Despite his advanced age, his eyes remained sharp. His gray, thinning hair and wrinkled face were etched with deep lines, yet his cold, arrogant demeanor and straight posture still commanded respect.

Listening to the commotion outside, Malachor Megea gently lifted the curtain to gaze at the unfamiliar city of Myr. This was his first visit to this city-state.

Had it not been for the threat posed by the sudden appearance of the Dragon Lord and the warm invitation from Lord Theron of Tyrosh, he would never have had the chance to step into this once-familiar, now-hostile city-state.

Soon, the procession reached the square in front of the Governor's Palace, where several corpulent Myr governors in opulent robes and Tyroshi figures with colorful hair awaited.

A Myr governor stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Welcome to Myr, esteemed Archon Malachor. The council is ready, and Lord Theron and the governors are waiting for you inside."

Malachor nodded. Slaves from the rear of the procession quickly unfurled a red carpet leading to the Governor's Palace. The elephant trainer then guided the elephant to kneel, while the nearby slaves formed a ladder for Malachor.

With steady steps, Malachor dismounted from the elephant using the slaves as a makeshift staircase, walked down the red carpet, and entered the Governor's Palace.

Guided by the governor, Malachor entered the grand conference hall. The hall was magnificent, dominated by a large triangular table in the center. The tabletop was crafted from precious wood, inlaid with gleaming gems and gold trim, reflecting both its grandeur and solemnity.

This table had once hosted meetings of the Tri-City Alliance during the resistance against Volantis. Now, the sight of Volantis's governor occupying one of the seats seemed both ironic and absurd.

Upon Malachor's entrance, everyone in the hall stood to greet him. On one side were the Myr governors, dressed in luxurious attire and adorned with expensive accessories. They were corpulent, their faces smiling but their eyes sharp and calculating.

On the other side were Lord Theron of Tyrosh and his fellow governors. Lord Theron wore a tall hat signifying his power. He had a lean face, high cheekbones, and deeply set eyes that were both sharp and cunning. The other Tyroshi governors had colorful hair and an unruly appearance.

Lord Theron spoke first: "Welcome, esteemed Consul Malachor. Thank you for taking time from your busy schedule to attend this meeting."

Malachor sneered and replied with a trace of disdain, "Hmph, if it weren't for the situation, why would you invite me?" He then proceeded to his seat and sat down.

Malachor's contemptuous tone caused a murmur of dissatisfaction among the merchants and governors. They exchanged glances and whispered among themselves, their expressions darkened.

Seeing this, Lord Sailon raised his hands to signal for silence. Although Malachor's attitude irritated him, he controlled his anger and remained composed.

Unlike the Three Daughters Kingdom, Volantis's governors were from families with Valyrian blood, who took turns in power. They had little respect for the elected merchants of the Three Daughters Kingdom. However, given the current situation, enduring a bit of humiliation was a small price for gaining Volantis's support.

Lord Sailon addressed Malachor respectfully: "You are undoubtedly aware of the situation in Lys. Gavin Belaerys has launched an unprovoked attack on Lys and swiftly captured the entire territory. As a Dragon Lord of Valyria, we all understand that his ambitions will not be easily satisfied. I trust you, Archon Malachor, comprehend the gravity of the situation."

Malachor responded with disdain, "You should be more concerned. Volantis will never be intimidated by the Dragon Lord. We have tens of thousands of tiger-robed troops. And during the Bloody Age, we defeated more than one Dragon Lord."

A Myr governor stood up, his tone urgent: "Consul Malachor, while we acknowledge Volantis's strength, over a century ago, Myr defeated Jakari Targaryen and his dragon. Tyrosh did the same in the Age of Blood. It's not something to boast about."

Malachor leaned back in his chair and replied sarcastically, "If you are so experienced in slaying dragons, why invite me? Why provoke a Dragon Lord for no reason?"

Lord Cylon spoke up: "Consul Malachor, as one of the nine free trade city-states, we must unite to drive away or eliminate Dragon Lord Gavin Belaerys. If he secures the disputed lands, his ambition will only grow, eventually threatening us all. We cannot afford to ignore Lys's fate."

He paused before continuing, "After we expel the Dragon Lord, Tyrosh and Myr have agreed to cede half of the disputed lands that originally belonged to Lys to Volantis, as a reward for your troops. Additionally, we can provide ample gold and supplies to satisfy you."

Malachor responded coldly, "That's insufficient. This offer does not make Volantis willing to take action. Even if Gavin Belaerys's forces are not enough to defend such a large area, his dragon and fleet combined are more formidable than the sum of your two city-states."

The hall erupted into a heated discussion. The Myr governors angrily waved their arms, accusing Malachor of demanding too much, their faces flushed with agitation. The Tyroshi governors exchanged worried looks and expressed discontent with Malachor's harsh terms.

Lord Theron stood up once more, waving his hands vigorously to restore order.

Finally, the hall fell silent.

Lord Theron asked Malachor, his expression serious, "What does the Archon require?"

Malachor Megea surveyed the crowd, a cunning smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with shrewdness and avarice as he slowly said, "In addition to the land, gold, and materials you mentioned, I also want Tyrosh and Myr to cede two towns in the disputed territory, and your maritime trade routes must be tax-free for ten years. Furthermore, your armies will fight alongside my Volantis forces and must follow my commands completely. Otherwise, we have no agreement."

Malachor's demands landed like a heavy bomb, causing the hall to erupt once more. The Myr governors, infuriated, quickly huddled together, their faces flushed and their eyes wide with anger. They muttered curses under their breath.

"This bastard is insatiable!" a corpulent Myr governor shouted, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Greedy Volantis will never be satisfied!" another Myr governor spat, waving his thick arms.

"We can hire more mercenaries; we don't need them at all! Why should we endure this humiliation?" a third Myr governor growled, his teeth clenched in fury.

The governors of Tyrosh also expressed dissatisfaction with the harsh conditions. They turned to Lord Theron, whose face was stormy with visible frustration. His brows were furrowed deeply as he weighed the situation, glancing back and forth between Malachor and his subordinates, considering possible strategies.

Malachor Megea observed the turmoil among the governors and suppressed a smirk. Despite his high position, he knew the greedy nature of these businessmen. He then stood and said loudly, "Dear governors of Myr and Lord Theron, you may deliberate among yourselves. I am not in a hurry. You can respond to me whenever you are ready."

With that, he turned on his heel and left the hall, his steps measured and unhurried, leaving the conference room without a backward glance.

The Tiger Cloak soldiers followed him in perfect order, their armor clinking rhythmically.

Inside the hall, the governors of Myr and the Tyroshi people watched Malachor's retreating figure with a mix of anger and helplessness.

Prince Theron took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. "Everyone, let's remain calm and discuss our next steps," he said. The room buzzed with renewed discussion, the atmosphere tense and serious.

That evening, Prince Theron arrived at Malachor Megea's quarters. After enduring the Tiger Cloak soldiers' nearly humiliating search, Theron finally met Malachor.

Suppressing his anger, he bowed politely and said, "Archon Malachor, we accept Volantis' terms. However, we have one condition: Volantis must send a fleet to participate in the war and, in addition to the disputed land, must help us reclaim Lys Island."

Malachor considered this for a moment before replying, "Very well, but Volantis will require half of Lys Island in return."

Lord Theron gritted his teeth and said, "Agreed. We will follow your arrangement."

Upon hearing Theron's agreement, Malachor immediately added, "Since Myr and Tyrosh are in agreement, gather your forces to the disputed land. Do not try to deceive me, Lord Theron; I am well aware of the size of your troops."

Theron nodded quickly, "Of course, I would not dare. I will inform the governors immediately."

Lord Theron then turned and left, eager to depart.

Malachor remained seated, a barely perceptible smile curling at his lips, pleased with the outcome of the negotiations.

Before leaving Volantis, Malachor had conferred with the other two Elephant Party archons.

A Dragon Lord landing in the disputed land of Essos posed a serious threat to Volantis. Action was necessary, ideally driving the Dragon Lord out of Essos.

Theron of Tyrosh's envoy had come seeking an alliance with Volantis to combat Gavin Belaerys. Sharing the burden of Volantis was advantageous. Regardless of the rewards offered by Myr and Tyrosh, Volantis would agree.

The results of this negotiation far exceeded the expectations of the Tiger Party, the primary war faction. This alliance promised not only abundant land and resources but also strengthened Volantis' position among the free trade city-states.

Malachor began to envision the future layout of the disputed land, anticipating the glory that the Tiger Party would achieve following this conflict.

The weather was clear, the sky a pristine blue with a few white clouds drifting lazily. A golden dragon soared through the sky, its broad wings outstretched like a giant's embrace. The dragon flew with majestic grace, its wings beating like thunder, exuding a powerful, awe-inspiring presence. The strong airflow beneath its wings created a thrilling sound.

Gavin sat firmly on the back of Zaldrīzharys, gripping the reins tightly as he surveyed the camp below. The tents were densely packed, and flags fluttered in the breeze. Soldiers moved about the camp, their busy forms appearing as small and chaotic as ants from his vantage point.

Gavin's expression was one of concern and contemplation. Estimating the two camps he had observed, he estimated that approximately 20,000 Volantis Tiger Cloaks were stationed at the border.

Two days earlier, after returning to Lys and settling Daenerys, Gavin had quickly mounted Zaldrīzharys to scout the situation. The intelligence he had gathered revealed that the situation in the disputed land was far worse than he had anticipated.

Not only were 20,000 Tiger Cloaks positioned at the border, but Tiger Party Governor Malachor Megea had also accepted the invitation of Lord Theron and traveled to Myr.

In addition to the Golden Company, which was long employed by Myr, the city-state had extended an invitation to the Second Sons from Slaver's Bay. Tyrosh had also hired numerous pirates to bolster their fleet. Although the pirate ships were outdated and many had been converted from merchant vessels, their numbers were substantial and they were docked outside Tyrosh's port.

Fortunately, the armies of Myr and Tyrosh had not yet mobilized. Given that Malachor Megea had only recently arrived in Myr, Gavin still had some time to prepare.

Assessing the situation, Gavin urged Zaldrīzharys to fly towards Lys Island. He needed to make swift preparations in case the opposing forces formed an alliance and attempted to encircle him.