The drizzle of rain kept beating on the carved glass window, making a crisp sound, lying on the window, staring at the blurred and hazy cityscape outside the window, Rhaenys's little face was melancholy.

It's been raining outside for the last few days, and she usually likes it, because when it rains, she always feels a sense of tranquility, but today I don't know what's wrong, and there is always a feeling of uneasiness, as if something bad is about to happen.

But when I think about it, I can't think of what it will be.

"Is it war? But the army has only been set sail for a few days......"

Muttered, the girl had no clue in her mind.

The Nine Free Trade City-States were waged in the name of the Targaryens, and Braavos, where she was located, was one of the main forces involved in the war, responsible for the capture of the northern territory of Carlin Bay, and the area where the northern border met the Riverlands, in preparation for the Dothraki landing.

This is not very difficult in the girl's opinion, although the northerners of Westeros are fierce, but they are generally poor, and some lords can't even afford to wear plate armor, let alone ordinary soldiers' equipment, how can they be worthy of the armada of Braavos?

"Could it be that Dani is sick?"

She thought of a possibility.

Although there is a big difference in generations, Rhaenys became good friends with the poor little girl who died of her mother at birth, probably because she was reincarnated and her mentality became younger, carefree, and lived as she pleased, but she didn't feel anything awkward.

She doesn't have many friends, but Daenerys is one, and because they are "about the same age", they are considered close friends of hers. It's just that because of the marriage with the Dothraki, Dani, who has been living in Braavos, was sent to Pantos a while ago, which made Rhaenys miss it for a long time.

In fact, she did not approve of this kind of marriage, she thought that those Dothraki were no different from barbarians, and they were not worthy of Targaryen blood at all, but nominally she was not a member of the Targaryen family, and it was difficult to manage it if she wanted to.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help frowning, and thought of Dorne again.

After being usurped from the Iron Throne, House Targaryen was left with only Daenerys and her brother Viserys, who was married to Dorne.

Normally, it would be impossible for Dorne not to support the Targaryens' war, because as long as the war is won, Princess Alyne of Donn will be able to become the queen of one man and ten thousand people.

But Dorn refused to send troops at this time, and began to wait and see.

Rhaenys couldn't understand what the Dornites were thinking, and after the initial anger, she couldn't come up with a clue after thinking about it, and finally blamed it on Prince Dowran's cowardice.

"It's a long way from your ancestors."

Muttering secretly, the girl lying in front of the window looked at the rain outside the window, and her little face gradually became trance.

The experiences of her previous life were colorful enough, so she didn't have any other thoughts after coming to this era, even if she found out that the dragon was inexplicably extinct, even if there were many incomprehensions in her previous life before she died, she didn't want to study it.

At first, she was going to eat and wait for death, but when she heard that the Targaryens had been overthrown, she found her goal and decided to help the Targaryens fight back to Westeros-

How to say that the Targaryen Dynasty was also created by her, naturally it is impossible to let it be overthrown by any cat or dog, of course, that Baratheon is not a cat or a dog, carefully flipping through the family tree, she can even be sure that Baratheon is also her own bloodline.

But Rhaenys didn't really care about blood, after more than three hundred years, she thought that even the Targaryen lineage was too far away from her, and what she cared about was her name.

The owner of the Iron Throne can only be the Targaryens, an ancient family that existed before the destruction of the Valyrian civilization in the past, and it cannot be replaced by any mongrel.

So she started working on it.

Because of physical limitations, she couldn't do anything obviously at first, but it wasn't a difficult thing, she was very familiar with the city of Braavos, especially the various temples that existed here, casually pulled up the banner of a certain god, and slowly guided, one came and went, and the name of a prodigy came like this, and then continued to give advice to his father, who was the king of the sea, and the family status gradually went up.

Later, after the "Old Gate" incident, she found a rare opportunity, so after some efforts, the alliance army to counterattack the Targaryen was formed.

The process is not very troublesome, probably because of the situation, religious forces want to spread their faith in the past, businessmen want to live in strange goods, politicians naturally do not lack ambition to expand their territory, and then there is a series of "oracles", everyone finds that the joint gang seems to be very strong, and the interests of a mainland are really greedy, so what can you hesitate about?

The only thing that didn't go well was that they didn't succeed in secretly doing things in Westeros, and the series of mistakes completely disrupted their original plan, and also made the war have to be brought forward, otherwise the Alliance Army would have been preparing to start fighting again in two years, not now.

"It's going to be fine......"

Muttering, the girl lying on the window found that her irritability was getting worse, so she frowned and turned around and lay on the bed to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all, after thinking about it, she simply got dressed, and her white and delicate little feet stepped on soft slippers, and walked out of the room and decided to take a walk in the palace.

As a result, even the walk doesn't stop.

"How do you prove I'm not dead? Are you kidding? ”

A cold and hard voice rang out from the hall, attracting the girl's attention.

"I'm referring to Jon. Clinton, it's not you. Another voice responded, sounding familiar, one of my father's staff.

"I'm Jon. Clinton! A cold voice replied.

When the girl heard this, she was curious, so she leaned over and looked at the door, and found that in addition to the familiar figures, there were three strangers standing in the center of the hall at this time.

A man and two women, the speaker was a red-haired man with a resolute face, and beside him was a silver-haired boy and a brown-haired woman in a white robe.

"How can you prove you're Jon. Clinton? ”

"I can answer any question about my identity, and this adult can ask as many questions as he likes!"

"I'm with Jon. Clinton is not familiar with each other, how can he ask questions? ”

"You-"

……

"What's going on inside?" After a few glances, the girl looked at one of the guards guarding the door.

The man claimed he was Jon. Clinton, while also saying that the boy next to him was Aegon. Targaryen? The guard replied.

"Aegon?"

The girl frowned, "How is this possible?" ”

"Your Excellency thinks it's impossible." The guard said, "Then Aegon was thrown to his death more than ten years ago, and everyone knows that Miss Daenerys has said this." ”

He's talking about Aegon, the son of Rhaegara.

Rhaenys was stunned, but then amused.

Jon. Clinton is a name she is not unfamiliar with, she is a former lord of the Seven Kingdoms Storm Lands, one of the former prime ministers appointed by the Mad King of Targaryen, and the rebel leader Robert who led the army when he rebelled in Nabaratheon. Baratheon hid under the prostitute's skirt and did not find Robert, which indirectly led to the successful rebellion of Baratheon and the demise of the Targaryen dynasty.

Later this Jon. Clinton came to the free trade city-states, joined a mercenary group called the Golden Regiment, and finally heard that he was exiled for stealing, and then bought drunk and died.

Now he is "alive" again, and claims to have brought a prince of Targaryen......

"The Governor of Illyrio of Pantos can testify to us that Prince Aegon was able to escape Narannister precisely because Governor Illyrio and Varys, the intelligence chief of Westeros, worked secretly - the baby they fell to death was nothing more than a farmer's son!"

"How does it work? As far as I know, the whole of King's Landing was occupied by the Lannisters at that time, with a eunuch and a-"

"King's Landing's Red Keep has a secret passage, you should have heard of it......"

Rhaenys didn't continue listening, but turned and walked away.

She was actually very interested in this, but the irritability in her heart made her can't help but want to find a place to be quiet, but unfortunately walking around, she didn't find a real quiet place-

It's not that there is no quiet place, it's that her heart can't be still.

"What's wrong with me?"

When she returned to her room, she lay on the feather bed and pulled the blue velvet futon over her head, her body curled up near the pillow, her little face wrinkled, and she tried to find out the real cause of her irritability.

At first, she was at a loss, but gradually she had some eyebrows.

Because of the war.

But not because of the fear that your side will fail.

But......

Worried about the enemy?

As soon as this thought appeared, she stuck out her tongue, which made her feel a little funny, but then she couldn't laugh anymore, because while covering her head with the quilt, a sentence inexplicably appeared in her mind—

"Wrap it around your head and you'll look like a Dorne woman."