"Rhaenys, let me go first. I'm going in to bring Dany out." Viserys gently pushed Rhaenys, who was holding him, aside and looked toward the room that was still burning.
"Yes, brother, you must be careful." Rhaenys showed a worried expression.
Black flames danced on the doorframe, emitting an eerie high temperature. The guards had already smothered some of the fire with sand, but the areas covered in the black substance continued to burn.
"Your Majesty." The Guard Captain and several guards instinctively tried to stop Viserys. They had all witnessed the terror of the black fire and feared that something might happen to Viserys.
Viserys ignored them, only raising his hand to signal them to back off.
He channeled the nearby magic to form an invisible barrier to block the flames. Although he possessed the Unburnt bloodline and was not afraid of being burned, his clothes could not escape the fire, let alone this kind of special flame with strong adhesive properties.
Ever since the last time Viserys underwent a Dragonfire baptism with "Aegon" on the training grounds, he had been studying the application of this type of magic. After all, that time "Aegon" only lost his life, while he had lost his dignity; being naked in front of so many people was quite embarrassing.
He no longer hesitated and pushed directly against the already charred door. The fragile door collapsed inward, kicking up a shower of sparks. A thick wave of heat and the stench of burning flesh rushed toward him.
Once he entered, the scene inside the room came into view.
The once cozy girl's bedroom was now unrecognizable. The ornate tapestries, wooden furniture, and silk bed curtains—everything combustible had turned to charcoal and ash. The walls were blackened with soot, and the floor was covered in a thick layer of ash.
In the center of the room, near the doorway, lay a curled-up, charred corpse. It vaguely resembled a human form but was completely carbonized, frozen in a posture of painful struggle before death.
This was likely Daenerys's maid, a Naath girl who always used to smile timidly.
And in the innermost corner of the room, Daenerys's small body lay there.
The nightgown she had been wearing had long since been burned to ash, and her naked skin was stained with soot. Her long silver-white hair was spread out, covering part of her body. Against the backdrop of the surrounding charred blackness, her skin appeared exceptionally fair and delicate.
Her eyes were tightly shut, but her breathing was steady; she seemed to have merely fallen into a deep slumber.
However, what caught Viserys's attention even more were the three Young Dragons surrounding her.
These three Young Dragons were only the size of small cats, but their distinct characteristics made them instantly recognizable.
The deep green Young Dragon with bronze spots, Vormax, was currently nudging Daenerys's cheek with its snout, letting out a whimpering sound from its throat.
The creamy-white one streaked with gold, Viserion, was curled up quietly next to Daenerys's neck. Its pale gold eyes stared warily at the entering Viserys, but it showed no aggression.
Most special was the one that was pitch black and adorned with scarlet spiral patterns, Akmot. It appeared the most active; as Viserys approached, it raised its head and let out a threatening hiss, though the sound was somewhat cute.
These three Young Dragons had clearly just hatched not long ago, with fragments of eggshells still clinging to their bodies. They showed an instinctive closeness and protectiveness toward Daenerys.
Viserys crouched down and nudged the three Young Dragons aside. They seemed to sense the blood connection between him and Daenerys and did not truly attack, only circling around him.
After he turned Daenerys over, he discovered a scratch wound on her arm, though the wound was already beginning to scab over.
He took off his outer coat, carefully wrapped Daenerys in it, and then picked her up. The girl moved slightly in his arms but did not wake up, only instinctively shrinking into his embrace.
As they walked out of the room, the flames outside seemed to have weakened a bit.
Rhaenys, Ashara, and the others immediately came forward to meet them upon seeing this.
Kinvara was also there, accompanying them. In fact, she had initially wanted to try and extinguish the flames, but she had been unsuccessful, as if something were hindering her.
"Dany." Rhaenys looked at Daenerys's peaceful sleeping face with a mixture of shock and joy, tears welling up once more.
"She's fine," Viserys answered briefly, handing his sister to Ashara. "She's just unconscious. Take her back to your room and look after her well."
Ashara took Daenerys, her violet eyes filled with worry, but she nodded and asked no questions.
At that moment, the three Young Dragons followed them out, stumbling their way to Daenerys's side. Only then did everyone realize there were three more dragons.
In the end, it turned into Ashara carrying Daenerys and Rhaenys leading the three Young Dragons as they all left together.
Viserys watched them leave, then turned around again and walked back into the room. He walked to the charred corpse and was silent for a moment. He still bent down and picked up the carbonized remains.
After walking out the door, he handed the remains to the Guard Captain standing nearby.
"Give her a proper burial, with the status of a princess's personal attendant. Her family... if she still has family alive, allocate a pension sufficient to ensure they live the rest of their lives without worry. Also, for all the guards who died in battle this time, provide ample pensions to settle their families." His voice reached the ears of every guard present clearly. "Their blood will not have been shed in vain."
The Guard Captain and the surrounding soldiers shuddered. They all knelt on one knee in unison, their fists thumping heavily against the armor on their chests, producing a dull sound. No words were spoken, but their surging loyalty needed no explanation.
"Once the fire is out, clean and repair this place properly. At the same time, strengthen the castle's defenses and arrange for more manpower. I hope something like this doesn't happen again."
After finishing, Viserys did not stay any longer and strode toward the room where Earl Jonothor Darry was recovering.
The old knight's condition was worse than expected. He lay on the bed, his face ashen, with blood seeping through the bandages at his waist. The Healers in the room hurriedly bowed upon seeing Viserys.
"How is the situation?" Viserys asked.
A Healer looked up with a solemn expression. "The wound is deep and poisoned. Although we have tried our best to remove most of the toxins, the Earl is old, and his recovery will be slow. Whether he can pull through depends on his condition over the next few days."
Viserys walked to the bedside and looked at the loyal old knight. Earl Jon struggled to open his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Your Majesty, the Princess..."
"Dany is fine; you saved her life," Viserys interrupted him. "Now, the most important thing for you to do is to recover well. Valyria still needs your sword, and so do I." After the old knight fell into a deep sleep, Viserys walked out.
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