There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and the masonry of the pyramids was quickly baked hot by the scorching sun.

The maid Kiki untied Daenerys' silk robe from her shoulders, and Eli helped her into the pool.

The light of the rising sun shone on the water, and the broken shadow of the persimmon tree was faintly visible.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to marry ......," asked Missandei, plucking up courage, "Sitzdala?" ”

Daenerys turned her head to look at her maid and smiled:

"What? You don't want me to marry him? ”

"Forgive the villain for being presumptuous, but you obviously like His Majesty Caesar......"

"Are you so sure?" Daenerys felt that she had quarreled with Samwell that day, could she still be seen through it?

Missandei helped the queen wipe her body, and said softly carefully:

"The villain hears you crying out in your dreams...... Caesar's name ......"

Daenerys's pretty face was slightly red, and she could only reluctantly argue:

"I am the Queen, and the Queen's marriage does not belong to herself, but to the country."

After saying this, Daenerys couldn't help but wonder, is marrying Caesar for herself or for the country?

The maids soon washed the queen cleaner than ever.

Daenerys did not rush out of the pool, but continued to soak in the water, tasting the frozen fruits on the silver platter, and fantasizing about the seven kingdoms that she had never set foot in.

Everything in her brother's story used to be so appealing to her, but as time went on, as she wandered, fled, rejected, and banished, her fantasies about Westeros gradually blurred.

But with the arrival of Caesar, the childhood fantasy seems to have come to life again.

He will definitely take me back.

Daenerys thought about Caesar's appearance on a white dragon, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

The thought finally made her willing to leave the cool pool.

Droplets of water hang all over the white skin and run down the legs.

Ji Qi brought a soft towel to help her wipe her body, and Eli asked on the side:

"Your Majesty, what dress would you like to wear today?"

Daenerys wanted to wear the purple gauze dress, which best matched the color of her eyes, but alas, she could only wear a cumbersome toca robe today.

After all, the person she is marrying today is Sitzdala.

"The yellow toca robe." Daenerys said, swearing inwardly that this would be the last time she would wear such a damn outfit.

"And the red veil." Daenerys added. Today, Meereen is afraid that there will be a river of blood, and the red veil can hide the splattered blood.

Kiki combs Daenerys' hair, Eli paints the Queen's nails, and Missandei goes out and comes back, reporting:

"Your Majesty, Prince Quentin from Dorne asks to see you."

Daenerys remembers Caesar's instructions before she left to hold the Dornes in captivity, but she remembered that the Martell family had always been loyal to the Targaryens, and she had always treated her with courtesy.

However, she was not ready to meet Quentin again.

"Tell Quentin that I'm really not available today, let's do it another day."

"Yes."

After dressing, Daenerys left the palace.

At the bottom of the Great Pyramid, Sir Barristan and the others stood by an ornate open chariot, surrounded by expressionless innocent men.

"Your Majesty." Sir Barristan stepped forward and saluted.

"Is it all arranged?" Daenerys asked in a whisper.

"It's arranged." Sir Barristan reported, "The Unsullied guard the four gates and the Temple of Grace to ensure that the Yuankai outside the city cannot penetrate, and more importantly, to keep you safe. But the rest of the city, we don't care. ”

"Isn't there still a beast-faced army?"

The Beast-Faced Army is an army of rebellious slaves, and since the Harpy Sons of Meereen have been assassinating people who work for Daenerys, these untrained Free Folk soldiers have been the focus of assassination, and they will be found dead in their beds if they are left alone or go home to rest.

That's why Daenerys asked them to wear a mask in the shape of a beast to hide their true identities so that the Harpy Son could not find a target for assassination.

"They lack training. And the mask hides a lot of things. Sir Barristan pointed to a soldier in an owl mask on the periphery, "I don't even know if the face underneath that mask is the same today as yesterday." ”

"It's okay." Daenerys was very confident, "As long as the key places are already guarded by the Unsullied, as long as the nobles die, Meereen will not be able to mess up." ”

"I hope so." Sir Barristan said no more, he had made up his mind to stay by the Queen's side today.

Daenerys sat down and the carriage began to move slowly.

In front of the Great Pyramid is a colorful brick square, and a heat wave evaporates from the cracks in the bricks, forming a thick mist.

Everywhere there were onlookers and Meereans, cheering at the sight of Daenerys' steps.

The Unsullied gathered around the chariot, slamming their spears into the ground as they went, making a thud and thuding sound as they drove away the crowd.

The procession moved slowly, and at each pyramid it passed, the chariots of the Meereen nobles joined in.

They sent congratulatory gifts to the Queen, including ornate robes, precious jewels, and sculptures...... Daenerys asked the maids to accept the gifts, smiling and thanking them.

She noticed that the chariots of these Meereen nobles were drawn by people, not horses.

The Meereen nobles did not like horses because they would dirty the city, and Daenerys thought that this would change after the abolition of slavery.

But the nobles of Meereen still used people to pull the carts, but the means were changed from slavery to employment.

She hadn't changed the city at all, Daenerys thought with some discouragement.

Meereen's Temple of Grace resembles Astapo's, with a golden dome and two tall bronze Harpy statues standing in front of its door.

Passing over the statue, the convoy slowly stopped.

Sir Barristan helped Daenerys out of the chariot, ahead of which was a staircase paved with coloured masonry.

Black, purple, blue, green...... Finally, on the red floor, Sitzdala was waiting for her with a smile.

Surrounded by holy women dressed in robes of various colors, the great lords of Meereen stood along the stairs, the higher the bloodline, the higher the position, and the guards and servants stood at the bottom of the steps.

Outside the temple was crowded with freemen, and it seemed that the whole city had come.

As Daenerys began to climb the stairs, they let out a cheer, and finally converged into one word—

"Misha!"

"Misha! Misha! Misha! Tens of thousands of people chanted in unison, causing the entire temple to tremble.

Daenerys stopped, letting the sound sweep over her.

I am not your mother. She wanted to shout back.

She felt unworthy of the title.

But looking at the cheering crowd, Daenerys couldn't help but burst into tears.

I can't really liberate you right now, but one day, I'll be back. Daenerys made a solemn promise from the bottom of her heart.

"Misha! Misha! Misha! The sound rose wave after wave, reaching into the sky.

Samwell hovered over Meereen on a white dragon, and when he heard the shout, he thought of the woman named Nissa Nissa in the illusion again.

"Do you want her to die so much?" The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking arc, "Then I'm going to let her live." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the white dragon's neck, motioning for it to swoop down.

But at this moment, Samwell suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure hovering in the lower airspace below.

He immediately recognized that it was the Black Dragon Zhuogen.

(End of chapter)