Game of Thrones, the continent of Essos, the city-state of Pantos.

Hordes of steel ships docked in the sea outside the docks, three dragons of different colors flying in the sky.

On the road leading to the docks, countless soldiers in black armor and armed with bayonets and rifles fell to the ground on one knee and bowed their heads respectfully to greet the most honorable dragon queen and flame goddess in the city.

With the sound of silent and neat footsteps, the beautiful Empress came to the dock under the arch of countless gold-armored warriors.

At this time, she was wearing a red imperial robe embroidered with a golden flame pattern, a flame crown engraved with a three-headed dragon pattern on her head, and a scepter with a golden-red flame burning on the top, and her beautiful face was full of calm.

When they reached the shore of the dock, Daenerys suddenly stopped.

The golden-armored warriors who followed the arch guards behind him immediately stopped.

The entire dock, and even the entire sea, became silent.

In such a quiet environment, Daenerys turned around calmly with the scepter in hand.

The feet of the golden-red metallic combat boots slowly lifted off the ground, dragging the golden-red cloak behind him that was three meters long to form a huge curtain.

"Look up."

As Daenerys' faint words spread.

All the soldiers who knelt on one knee raised their heads one after another, and looked at the Empress suspended in the sky with fervent and reverent eyes.

Daenerys looked around calmly, sweeping the hundreds of thousands of soldiers densely packed on the docks, roadsides, and ship decks, and met the pair of fanatical eyes with calm eyes, and then raised the flame scepter in his hand and said loudly.

"My name is Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Empress, the Goddess of Fire, the Queen of the Andals, the Roynards, and the Ancestors, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Guardian of Westeros!"

"My family, the Targaryens, has ruled Westeros for the past three hundred years."

"Until fifteen years ago, the shameless retakers unleashed a despicable war and took the Iron Throne that belonged to me."

"And now, I will lead you across the Narrow Sea, back to Westeros, and reclaim the Seven Kingdoms that belong to me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

As Daenerys's voice resounded in the air, all the soldiers, whether on the docks, on the roadside, or on the deck of the ship, looked fanatical, raised their weapons and slammed them into the ground.

Countless sounds converge in a neat pattern, forming a huge sound wave like a mountain and a tsunami.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of troops below, Daenerys had a smile on her face and the scepter in her hand was raised suddenly.

The authority was activated, and a flaming dragon with a wingspan of fifty meters flew out of the eternal fire at the tip of the scepter, flapping its wings in the sky, raising its neck and letting out a deafening roar.

The roar spread, and Daenerys said loudly with sharp eyes, scanning the dense army below.

"I announce!"

"Set sail and cross the Narrow Sea!"

The echoing sound of the mountain and tsunami came from below, and countless black-armored warriors stepped forward, walking towards the dock in an orderly manner amid the sound of metal rubbing, and stepping on the steel ships from another world.

Daenerys landed on the ground with her scepter in her hand, and turned to look at the bald man beside the gray bug.

The man was tall and fat in a brown robe, and his face was full of respect and reverence as he looked at Daenerys.

It was Varys, the 'Servant of the People' who had crossed the Channel and came to pledge allegiance to Daenerys.

Daenerys whispered, "Varys, how are you preparing over there?" ”

Varys said respectfully, "Your Majesty, you are ready, and if you give the order, all of Westeros will know of your arrival." ”

"Good." Daenerys bowed her head slightly, "Then go for it......"

Varys bowed respectfully: "Yes!" ”

……

……

Westeros, King's Landing.

The morning light is cold, and the snow falls lightly from the sky, soft and soft.

Snowflakes fell overhead, and the young children smiled and looked excitedly at the scene they had never seen in their lives, as if they had eaten peaches and melons from the High Court.

But the older gatekeepers don't see it that way.

They frowned and sighed as they looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky.

Compared to those children who were less than ten years old, they know better what this snow represents-

After a decade-long long summer, winter is finally coming!

While the Seven Gods had given the signal of danger, the big names in King's Landing clearly didn't care.

They rang the seven bell towers of Baylor Cathedral, and the inhabitants of King's Landing gathered from all directions, and the crowds blocked from the white marble square in front of the sanctuary to the top of the hills of Visenya.

Next to the gate of the church, there was a high platform guarded by golden-robed soldiers.

On that high platform, a group of well-dressed nobles stood proudly.

The man in the center was dressed in satin embroidered with a leaping stag and a roaring lion, a red silk robe, a golden crown on his head, and a triumphant smile on his handsome but immature face.

Behind him, stood a beautiful woman with a noble temperament.

She was wearing a black dress, wearing a light veil, and many black diamonds were embroidered on the veil, her appearance was beautiful, her demeanor was graceful, the bridge of her nose was high, and her eyebrows seemed to be slightly similar to the heroic young man in front of her.

There is no doubt that these two are now King Joffrey Baratheon of Westeros.

and his mother, Queen Mother Cersei Lannister.

Around them, Sansa Stark, a beautiful girl in a sky-blue silk gauze dress with long curly red hair, an archbishop in a pure white robe and a huge crown on his head, and Baerich, the 'little finger' with white temples and a slightly curled mouth, and so on.

Judging from these surviving aristocratic characters, as well as Eddard Stark, who was crushed to the ground by two golden-robed guards at the front, the current plot has just developed to the beginning of the Game of Thrones story......

At this moment, Eddard Stark, the former Hand of the King, was pressed in front of the stage by two golden-robed guards, silently looking at the ground in front of him.

A royal guard in ornate armor stepped out at the signal of the Queen Mother Cersei, commanding golden-robed soldiers armed with spears to separate the crowd and barely maintain order in the square.

Cersei frowned slightly, tilting her head and asking, "What about Lord Varys?" ”

Berishy shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday......"

Cersei frowned, as if she was a little uneasy.

After thinking for a long time, Cersei said decisively: "Then you don't have to wait for him, let's start directly!" ”

The golden-robed soldier waiting next to him nodded respectfully and took the order.

Soon, the bell stopped, and the boiling crowd began to fall silent.

The silent Eddard Stark looked up, his expression haggard, and his eyes swept over the crowd in front of him.

The golden-robed soldier next to him poked him at the end of his spear and sneered, "Prime Minister, you can start." ”

“……”

Eddard swallowed, soothing his parched throat a little, before whispering, "I am the Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark. ”

"Today, I am here to confess my treason in the presence of the gods of heaven and mortals on earth."

"I have betrayed my king, my dear friend Robert, and I have betrayed his trust and trust......"

"I swore to protect his child, but while his bones were still cold, I plotted to depose and kill his son and set myself king."

"Now, I ask the Archbishop, the 'beloved of God' Baylor, and the Most High Seven to bear witness to the truth of what I have said, that Joffrey Baratheon is the sole legitimate heir to the Iron Throne, and in the name of the Seven Heavenly Gods, he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the realm!"

After the declaration, the surrounding crowd immediately began to shout and greet the Prime Minister with all kinds of mocking and disgusting words.

In the crowd, Arya Stark, disguised as a street child, clenched her fists and stared at the smug Joffrey on the stage like a fire-breathing star, as if she wanted to rush up right now and poke him into a sieve with her saber 'sewing needle' at her waist.

Just when Joffrey was most proud, a golden-robed soldier who was guarding under the high platform suddenly turned around, took out a black pistol from his arms, aimed it at Joffrey's forehead on the stage, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a deafening bang, the smug smile on Joffrey's face froze.

A bright red blood hole appeared on the white forehead, and red blood continued to gush out of it.

"Plop!"

The king's corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and Cersei and the ministers next to him reacted and gathered around in surprise.

Cersei's eyes widened, and she crawled over her hands and feet, holding Joffrey in her arms despite the stickiness and wetness of the blood.

"No, no...... No! ”

Cersei's lips and fingers trembled, her face pale and bloodless, and her eyes looked desperately at the cold corpse in her arms.

Suddenly, Cersei turned her head sharply and glared at the golden-robed soldier in the audience viciously, "Kill him!" ”

The soldiers came besieging with spears in their hands, and the golden-robed soldiers laughed, and suddenly jumped up, and the golden robes on their bodies burned out of thin air, turning into a robe embroidered with golden flame patterns and red dragon patterns in the flames.

"I represent the Venerable Dragon Empress, Daenerys Targaryen."

"Greetings to the adults of King's Landing!"

(End of chapter)