Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 78 Helena's prophetic dream (35, please order first)
"Kingsguard, pull out their tongues!" Viserys' angry voice also echoed throughout the throne room. Erik Cargall, Stephen Darklyn, Marsson Waters, and Laurent Marbrand, four Kingsguards stepped forward together and held down Marendin's brothers. Daemon looked at his brother, and after the king nodded vigorously, Daemon pulled out the dark sister and kicked the panicked Marendin over.

The dissolute prince of the past seemed to have reappeared in this palace. Damon suddenly grabbed Marendin, who was dizzy from being kicked by him, and broke his front teeth with a punch, then pulled out his tongue.

"Marentin, you should thank Rhaenys for her kindness and my brother's." Daemon thrust his sword upwards accurately. "Otherwise, this sword would have chopped off your head."

Malentine rolled over in agony, blood all over the floor. His four brothers cried out in the same pain. Five bloody tongues fell to the floor.

Desmond's two sons screamed and hid behind Rhaenys, but Princess Rhaenys just comforted them and looked at the king who was groaning on the Iron Throne with a little concern.

"Your Majesty, you need a bachelor." Otto, who was standing nearby, said in a low voice.

"No." Viserys said firmly, "All I need now is clarity. Listen." The king raised his voice. "Lyserys Velaryon is the undisputed heir to Driftmark, just as Rhaenyra is my heir, recognized by the gods and the law. Please remember your oath. If such shameless and absurd rumors appear again, I will chop off the head of the spreader."

Viserys struggled to his feet. "I'm sure the Stranger will favor your gibberish more than I do." The king slowly tried to walk down the stairs, but suddenly he missed a step. Otto and the captain of the Iron Guard, Cole, who was standing beside him, hurriedly reached out to support the king.

"Uh."

Sweat suddenly broke out on the king's head like rain, blood immediately gushed out from the king's left hand, and the Iron Throne was also bright red.

"Maesters! We need maesters!" Otto shouted. Grand Maester Melos rushed over.

"Let the king lie down." Grand Maester Melos growled. The old grand maester was still an excellent doctor. Daemon hurried to his brother's side and supported the king's head with his body.

The king tremblingly took off the golden mask. The severe infection and disease had tortured the originally obese king to the point of being emaciated. One of his eyes was almost blind, and half of his face seemed to be festered.

"Gladys, Gladys! Bring the medicine!" Rhaenyra rushed out of the throne room and shouted. The maesters from Dragonstone Island and their apprentices hurried over. "Help my father." Rhaenyra grabbed the maesters. The princess's face was almost distorted, and tears could not stop flowing from her red eyes.

"Don't worry, Princess." Maester Gladys comforted the princess and immediately rushed into the throne room. Seeing that Maester Gladys brought an apprentice, Grand Maester Melos breathed a sigh of relief. "Did you bring the healing ointment? The kind that heals iron injuries."

"Your Majesty, I need to be close to the King for treatment."

Maester Gladys whispered to Queen Alison, and Alison finally made way as if awakened from a dream. Maester Gladys then successfully came to the king, he opened his medical box, and took out a roll of clean linen and a jar of black ointment.

"How did His Majesty become like this?" Maester Glades was shocked by the king's weakness, but he did not stop and smeared the ointment on the linen cloth. Melos also took the linen cloth and signaled the apprentice beside him to boil the wine.

"Once, no, I don't know how many times the wounds were difficult to heal." Grand Maester Melos sighed. "Especially in the past two years, the king's wounds could not heal completely for several months. I tried various methods, even flesh-eating maggots, but it was unable to promote the healing of the wounds."

Here, Rhaenyra took the boiling wine brought by the apprentice and handed it to Grand Maester Melos. The Grand Maester soaked the linen and gently cleaned the wound.

"Grand Secretary, if the king has a fever tonight, I'm afraid the only solution is to cut off the king's fingers." Grates looked at the king's hand which was missing several fingers and sighed.

"I understand." Grand Maester Melos sighed. "This is the last resort."

The Grand Secretary bandaged the king's wound. "Everyone, the king needs to rest. Let's end the meeting now."

Otto nodded expressionlessly, stood up and bowed to the princess. "Princess, your appeal has been approved. You can..."

"This is my home too. My father is so injured now, and you want to drive his daughter away?" Rhaenyra was furious and said gritting her teeth, pointing at Otto's nose.

"I dare not." Otto took a step back. "But it is really inconvenient for you to stay here." Several Kingsguards lifted the king and took him out of the throne room.

"I want to see my father wake up with my own eyes!" Princess Rhaenyra threw down a sentence and chased after him, lifting her skirt. Prince Daemon followed behind his wife, looked at Otto meaningfully, and then followed him to Maegor's Holdfast.

Otto glanced at Queen Alison with some dissatisfaction, and slowly left the throne room.

"Little Jie, you have to come back to Dragon's Nest with us." Longzel sighed. He knew that it was a cruel thing to prevent the children from being with their grandfather at this time, but in the current situation, Viserys was not in danger of life. The longer he stayed in King's Landing, the more likely problems would arise.

"Yeah." Jekaris nodded. Having followed Longzel for so long, he was already very clear about his knight's sharpness. Since he said that, it meant that there would be no major problems if they followed his arrangements.

"Brother, I saw Princess Helena was looking at you just now." The four of them said goodbye to Rhaenys and hurried back to the courtyard. The two children quickly rode on the dragons. Just as Longzel grabbed the rope ladder of Wormithor, Valar came over and whispered.

"She smells like fire." Longzel thought for a moment. "I guess she's going to start dreaming unconsciously again."

"Dreamwalking?" Valar was a little surprised. "Do you mean that she is also a dreamwalker like her ancestor Daenys Targaryen?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Seeing Valar shook his head, Longzel was sure that he had forgotten to tell his brother about this. "Let's go back first. I think we'll have the result tonight." Longzel climbed up the rope ladder and sat on the dragon saddle of Wormisol.

Following a few long dragon roars, four giant dragons took off one after another and left King's Landing.

Maegor's Holdfast, Aegon and Helena's chambers.

Aegon the Great was still away, leaving Helena alone to take care of the children in the cradle. The princess silently recited an incomprehensible ballad, slowly urging the children to sleep.

"Big Bear, Big Bear, your descendants are restless." The princess' voice suddenly changed. "Dragon's blood, human blood, black blood, green blood, red blood, black flames are burning, silver flames are burning."

Suddenly, the princess seemed to realize something. She looked at the children in confusion. Seeing that they were all asleep, she lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

This was originally a double bed, but now she was the only one using it. The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the fire in the brazier was also burning, providing enough warmth for the room.

The princess fell asleep quickly. But this time, when Princess Helena stood awake on the black pool in her dream, she was no longer a little bird. The castle immersed in the sea of ​​blood still opened its gate to her. The silver dragon lazily immersed in the sea of ​​blood, looking at Helena with a pitying look.

"Uncle Longzel," Helena politely lifted the hem of her skirt, but at that moment, she took a few steps back in horror.

The pool in front of her reflected her figure. The petite girl had her eyes wide open and her body was covered in blood. She saw the silver-haired boy's empty eyes and the desperate girl flying in the sky.

Those were her two children. Helena couldn't help but want to scream, but the black or blood-colored liquid like a tide swallowed the girl in the blink of an eye.

The black flame was burning, the green flame was burning, and the red flame struggled to break away from the black flame and ignited the entire pool of water together with the silver flame.

The flames reflected various scenes.

Under the towering tower, eyes slowly opened, countless shadows passed through the waves of the sunset sea, the ancient fish beam wood was bleeding, and a man with a large red birthmark on his face could be seen sitting in the middle, but his figure was blurry. Countless shadows broke through the five huge ramparts, and the man raised his sword, and light dispelled darkness.

Giant dragons fought in the air, and endless ice and snow swept across the earth.

She saw a tall, thin man sitting on a black throne, with countless silk threads emerging from his hands. Under his hands, trout played music, the sun and stars danced, wolves and falcons acted as actors, lions beat drums, roses toasted, stags and sea monsters blew horns, and dragons sat on them, applauding happily.

She saw the one-eyed woman wielding a sword, saw a giant dragon flying across the endless sea, saw the blood-red grassland, saw the crown split in two, saw ice and fire merging and then confronting each other, and finally, she saw the pair of blue eyes.

A severe headache came over Helena, and she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.

A voice Helena couldn't understand came from the flaming fish beam tree: "Longzel, cooperate with us. Our goals are the same. Come to the Thousand Faces Island and someone will tell you everything."

The silver dragon responded in an ancient language that was equally incomprehensible. "Old God?"

"I am not a god." The voice came again. "Or there are no gods in the world, Longzel. Time will tell you everything. Your arrival has changed the music of the Song of Ice and Fire. We can no longer see the music of the future. However, this is acceptable."

"Do you have to use this girl's dream to contact me every time? Is the weirwood I planted in the garden just for decoration?"

"Your blood and magic prevent us from visiting you." It was as if countless sharp voices were speaking. "We have no power south of the Neck Marsh!" That voice was so aggrieved that it seemed to be about to cry.

"I will, First Creature." The Silver Dragon nodded with satisfaction. "I will visit you at the right time, and I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"We will!" The voice became cheerful again, but became increasingly faint.

Helena felt comfortable at this time. When she looked up, she found that the silver dragon was looking at her with compassionate eyes. "Go back."

A strong sense of weightlessness came over her. Helena sat up suddenly from the bed and stared blankly at her children sleeping in the cradle.

Everything in the dream just now seemed to leave her mind like lightning.

She couldn't think of anything.

But the people in the south don’t care what the princess dreams about; what they care about is the war that finally sees the light of day.

Forced into a desperate situation, the Yronwood family finally launched an all-out attack.

(End of this chapter)