Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

The former little gladiator, once called a lowly girl, now known as Daenerys, was one of the spies Dany had sent to Yunkai.

She had once slaughtered the young children of Astapor's Grazdan family and had been sentenced to death after the publication of The Code.

Hmm, do you remember when Dany performed the cutting hair in place of execution act, inspired by Lord Cao?

That was the moment she shocked tens of thousands of Astapori citizens—"The Queen Whips Herself to Uphold the Code"—yes, by whipping herself to atone for a condemned criminal.

Winning the people's hearts was secondary; the primary goal was to establish the sanctity of The Code—even the queen could not arbitrarily change its laws.

Young Daenerys was among the former slave rebels who had blood on their hands. She didn't resist or cry when she learned she was to be executed.

But when Dany took a lash in her place, the little girl wept.

Sigh, the people of this world are too pure, and Daenerys was too young—she fell into the trap instantly and became fiercely loyal to Dany.

It wasn't just Daenerys—many of Dany's elite Queensguard Iron Cavalry were once condemned prisoners.

After the queen's blood for blood act, their loyalty skyrocketed.

At first, Dany planned to have a kind family adopt Daenerys so she could live a peaceful, normal life.

But the girl refused to leave no matter what, insisting she wanted to be like Missandei—one of the queen's closest aides.

Barristan also advised that a girl with such potential shouldn't be wasted as a farm girl—she could be trained as a future Queensguard.

So, initially, Daenerys served as Dany's handmaiden and little bodyguard.

Later, when Dany started forming an intelligence network, sending spies to Meereen and Yunkai to gather enemy intelligence, the little bodyguard listened closely.

As she listened, she suddenly realized—this spy work suited her even better.

Thus, Daenerys switched roles from bodyguard to young intelligence leader.

She did her job well, even infiltrating the Great Pyramid and becoming a kennel maid for the Wise Master's hunting dogs.

"The Wise Master has gone mad," Daenerys reported.

"Mad or not, more importantly—how did you get out? Was it dangerous?" Dany was more concerned about her little spy's safety.

"I'm small. I can crawl through air vents into most rooms, and there are low-level ventilation openings near the ground." Daenerys grinned proudly.

"Looks like Astapor's ventilation system needs an upgrade to multiple ducts," Dany noted warily.

"No need. Your pyramid is only 100 meters tall, much shorter than the Wise Master's 120-meter one, and its vents are smaller. I tried when I was younger—it was a tight squeeze." Daenerys chuckled.

Then she turned serious. "That slaver has gone completely insane. I fear he'll take the entire pyramid down with him. There are over a thousand slaves inside!"

"Oh? What did he do?" Dany became interested.

"He burned his own sons, daughters, wife, and all his relatives."

"Sigh, the tragedy of the last emperors. This isn't even surprising." Dany sighed.

After all, history was filled with such emperors and warlords.

"It wasn't just a fire—he performed a sacrificial ritual. A witch summoned a shadow demon to devour their souls. It was terrifying," Daenerys whispered, her face pale.

"A shadow demon?" Dany was stunned.

"An old witch—bare-chested, iron rings piercing her nipples, red gemstones embedded in her cheeks—she summoned a demon's shadow. It crawled up from the depths of hell, dancing in the firelight to her incantations."

Daenerys recalled the horrifying scene, and even Jhiqui, listening beside her, turned ghostly pale, trembling.

Hearing ghost stories at midnight was one thing—hearing a real ghost story at midnight was much worse.

"The witch's demon stole their souls," Jhiqui stammered.

Seeing her maid shrink under the blanket, Dany reassured her, "Don't be afraid. We have dragons. That witch isn't as powerful as the Undying Ones."

"Drogon is watching the horsemen in the wastelands, while Rhaegal and Viserion are at the docks scavenging corpses. They're not here," Jhiqui replied.

"What?! Those brats are eating human corpses again?" Dany's rising anger instantly replaced her fear.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She glared at her maid.

"Khaleesi, disturbing your rest over a few charred corpses hardly seemed necessary," Jhiqui reasoned.

"Sigh, I can't let them develop bad habits. Rhaegal and Viserion are different from Drogon."

Dany pulled out her dragon whip—a long whip woven with metal strands—threw open the tent flap, and headed toward the docks to discipline her disobedient dragons.

"Your Grace, what about Morinio?" Daenerys grabbed her.

"Ignore him. Let him die."

"He's sacrificing his family to hatch dragon eggs!" Daenerys cried out.

"It won't work. That story was a lie I spread on purpose."

Dany never encouraged acts against human nature. Her reasoning was simple—based on her past experiences, this was the most believable lie.

Before she crossed into this world, she and countless forum users had thought the same.

If Dany had said, "A dragon will hatch if a loving family prays together to the Seven,"

who would believe her?

Besides, the method she described for hatching dragons was itself a paradox:

Only by sacrificing the one you love most can a dragon be born.

But if you're willing to sacrifice them for a dragon,

doesn't that mean you love the dragon more than them?

In other words, Dany was actually telling everyone—no one can hatch a dragon by force. It's all fate. Stop trying.

"The Wise Master killed his entire family—that only makes me happier. But knowing how crazy he is, if the dragon egg doesn't hatch, he might start sacrificing the slaves inside the pyramid next. That's why I came to find you," Daenerys spoke quickly.

"This…" Dany hesitated.

She had to admit, for someone so young, Daenerys thought through things thoroughly.

To sacrifice one's entire family—how insane must he be?

"There are at least a thousand Ghiscari guards inside the pyramid. A direct assault in a short time would be impossible, and with the harsh conditions at night, the losses would be too great if we launched an attack now," she hesitated.

Who would willingly sleep in tents on the plaza when they could stay in the comfort of the pyramid palace?

But Yunkai was different from Meereen. Meereen had been severely lacking in troops, and its masters had never anticipated Daenerys would attack, leaving them completely unprepared.

Yunkai, however, had stockpiled a large number of soldiers. The Wise Masters had long known she would attempt a surprise attack on the pyramid—after all, the last time, the black dragon had raided the city and killed three of the Great Master's sons.

That was why every pyramid in Yunkai was heavily guarded by the Yellow Silk Cloaks, and there were also plenty of scorpion ballistae designed to shoot down dragons.

Daenerys was still waiting for Ser Breaker-of-Chains to solve this major dilemma for her.

And the Butcher, Cleon, was also on his way to Yunkai.

"Then I'll go and kill him," Daenerys said resolutely.

"No!" Daenerys quickly stopped her. "Your life is far more valuable than that of a dying man."

Killing the Great Master in front of so many people—how could a little assassin like her possibly escape alive?

"No matter how valuable, it's not worth more than a thousand slaves," Daenerys gritted her teeth.

This little girl had been raised too well—her sense of morality was too pure.

Daenerys stared at her expressionlessly for a moment before asking, "Can you steal the stone egg?"

"The sacrificial ritual is held on the third underground level of the garden. The stone pedestal where the egg is placed is right beneath the ventilation shaft. If no one is around, I could hook the egg and pull it up through the smoke, but there are always people there—it's a public space."

"Then here's what we'll do. I'll have the soldiers launch a feint attack to draw them away. If everyone leaves, you'll go steal the dragon egg. Without the egg, he…"

As she spoke, Daenerys suddenly caught sight of the bronze dragon egg in Ghisqui's arms.

"I remember you mentioned in your last report that the Qarth royal family had two dragon eggs. One was taken by Regretful Guest, and the other by Euron?"

"Yes, I personally heard the Great Master tell another Wise Master about it," she confirmed.

Daenerys's expression shifted multiple times as Demon Daenerys and Angel Daenerys argued within her.

If she swapped the dragon egg, the Great Master would mistakenly believe he had successfully hatched a fourth dragon—Daenerys could then remotely complete the final step of the hatching process.

If that happened, the Qarth royal family would likely face extinction, and the so-called "Regretful Guest"—who was actually a Faceless Man—had hidden one of the eggs. Maybe she could even use this to take down the entire ruling family of Braavos along with him.

After all, the Faceless Men were undoubtedly backed by the Braavosi government, whose ruler was called the "Sea Lord."

But… this plan was far too cruel, and it might also put her fourth dragon at risk.

"Sigh. Once you steal the egg, escape immediately to the rooftop garden. Do not go downward—it's too far and too dangerous," she finally said.

Even if the Great Master's attention was diverted, it wouldn't be for long. The window of opportunity would be fleeting, far too short for Daenerys to escape the way she came.

The sacrificial chamber was only three levels below the rooftop garden—fleeing upward was the shortest route.

"What do I do once I reach the rooftop garden?" Daenerys asked doubtfully.

"I'll have the dragons pick you up."

The rooftop garden had no ballistae, nor was it guarded, because no one wanted to repeat the fate of the Great Master's three dead sons.

Watching Daenerys step into the shadows, Daenerys sighed, then, with a whip in hand and escorted by Belwas and several others, made her way toward the docks.

But before she could leave the plaza, a sudden development arose with the Black Dragon's group: over five thousand cavalry, trapped in their old camp, were stirring restlessly, seemingly preparing to break out.

"Could they have sensed that something is amiss in Yunkai?" Daenerys wondered.

Her army of fifty thousand had sent three thousand to Meereen, leaving 47,000 in Yunkai. That afternoon, she had also persuaded ten thousand gladiators to defect.

With nearly sixty thousand soldiers surrounding fewer than six thousand cavalry—and three dragons—the encirclement was practically impenetrable. There was no way Grazdan could break out.

But now…

Nearly forty thousand of her troops had entered Yunkai, leaving fewer than twenty thousand outside. The defenses suddenly seemed a bit thin.

She hadn't crushed Grazdan's forces earlier for three main reasons:

First, night had already fallen when they were surrounded, making direct combat unfavorable.

Second, Grazdan's cavalry lacked food and fodder. The longer they were trapped, the more likely mercenaries would defect—she had already arranged for Lyra to contact the Windblown at midnight.

Lastly, her fifty-thousand-strong army had traveled light. They carried almost no armor-piercing arrows, iron-tipped bolts, scorpions, fire oil, or any other siege weapons.

For example, the incendiary bombs thrown by the white and green dragons earlier—

There had been none in the camp's stockpile. Those two dragons had airlifted them from Meereen, 250 kilometers away.

Fortunately, after a month of relentless battles and countless kills, along with the souls of fifty thousand slaves massacred in Yunkai, the burning corpses had provided the white and green dragons with an abundance of essence rain.

Their growth had exploded exponentially, and now they could each carry up to 200 pounds.

"Ghisqui, gather the commanders. Tonight, we will settle everything at once."

An idea had just struck Daenerys—an absolute killing move.

(End of Chapter)

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