Game of Thrones: The Drogon Voice

[Change your mind? It would be best if he is not allowed to go. And this middle-aged man with a bald head, it turns out that he is Jorah who was cheated by the spendthrift woman. ]

Seeing that Daenerys stood there in a daze and did not immediately ask Rakharo to find a way out, Drogon said in his heart again that he also liked Jorah more.

The voice appeared again. I heard it right. It came from Jhiqui. He also said that Jorah was a spendthrift... Woman, who is that?

Just when Daenerys thought she was hallucinating due to long-term hunger, thirst and fatigue, she heard the voice again.

"Khaleesi..." Jhiqui was a little scared as Daenerys stared at her with wide eyes, and called out in a low voice.

Drogon glanced at the big bear Jorah, then raised his long neck and looked at the Dragon Queen curiously, wondering what she was going to do.

Could it be that my little dragon was speaking? He was speaking the most ancient language of Valyria, some of the words of which he did not even know.

Looking at Drogon who was looking at her, Daenerys thought absurdly.

But if it wasn't Drogon, who else could it be? Judging from the direction the sound came from, it must be him, there was no doubt about it.

[Why are you looking at me? Your little dragon is almost starving to death, give him something to eat! ]

Seeing the Dragon Queen looking at him, Drogon was a little confused. He just wanted to eat now. He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it. He couldn't take care of Rakharo's affairs. He let them worry about it.

Complaining in his heart, he no longer cared about the Dragon Queen and spread his wings to urge Jhiqui to bring him some meat.

She heard the voice again, and Daenerys was 100% sure that it was Drogon who was speaking, but he was not speaking with his mouth, but only in his heart.

I actually heard what Drogon was thinking! And he himself didn't even know it. Daenerys was delighted and quickly looked away, fearing that Drogon would notice.

"Rakalo, you stay here first! Let them go for the time being." Daenerys ordered Raakalo.

Since Drogon said that Rakharo would die, there must be a reason. Although she didn't know why he said that, Daenerys thought to herself, let Ago and the other two go to find a way first. If they can't find it, then she can think of other ways.

Although Lacarlo felt a little strange, he did not ask any more questions and led the horse aside.

Jorah also had some doubts about Daenerys' decision, but this was obviously not the place to ask.

Jhiqui walked over to the black horse carrying the wooden cage and held out the meat, offering it to Drogon.

Of course, Drogon could smell that the wooden basket contained raw meat, and he wanted Jhiqui to take it out and roast it for him.

As far as he could remember, there were flint and a bag of tinder on Jhiqi's mount. He took Jhiqi to her mount, a yellow horse, stretched out his wings, and hooked the flint bag.

"Drogon wants cooked food."

Understanding Drogon's intention, Daenerys spoke.

[Dragon Mother still understands me.] Drogon responded in his heart.

Although Daenerys stopped staring at him because she was afraid that Drogon would discover that she could hear his thoughts, she kept paying attention to his actions. When she saw him hooking the flint bag, she remembered what her brother Viserys had said when they were young, "Only humans and dragons eat cooked food."

It's a pity that she only remembered now that she had let the little dragon starve for so long. She was such an incompetent mother of dragons.

"Jiki, roast some meat for them now. Roast as much as they can eat."

Hearing Daenerys's order, Jhiqui quickly set up the barbecue grill and lit the fire.

After a while, the meat was roasted. Jhiqui took the golden horse meat bubbling with oil from the skewer and fed it to Drogon. Drogon swallowed it without chewing, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Daenerys and her maid Irri released two more dragons. Seeing Drogon feasting on the food, Rhaegal and Viserion could no longer hold back and ran over, flapping their wings to snatch the food from Drogon.

[What are these two stupid dragons doing eating so much! They will die sooner or later, so it's useless to eat!] Drogon was very dissatisfied with the two dragons who came to steal the food.

The golden dragon Viserion was shot by the javelin champion Night King and turned into an ice dragon, and the green dragon Rhaegal was killed by a sneak attack from a giant crossbow.

The accidental death of Rhaegal, coupled with the beheading of Missandei, Daenerys' close advisor, directly led to Daenerys's rage and the burning of King's Landing, earning her the indecent title of "City Burner", which also laid the hidden danger for the final outcome.

Hearing Drogon's inner thoughts, Daenerys's hands froze slightly as she was closing the wooden cage. What did she just hear? Drogon said that Viserion and Rhaegal would die, but how could this be possible?

They fly high in the sky, and when they grow up, they can cover a small piece of the sky. Who can harm them? Were they killed when they were young? And why did Drogon know that they would die?

At this time, Daenerys recalled Rhaenys, the wife of Aegon the Conqueror and her sister. The dragon she rode was shot to death by a ballista. Could her two dragons also be shot to death?

Daenerys was shocked and confused. These three little dragons were her children, her greatest support and reliance. How could she bear the death of two of them?

And Drogon, how is he? Is he okay? Daenerys is in a state of panic over the prospect of losing her dragon.

"Khaleesi?"

Jorah saw Daenerys standing there stiffly with a changing expression, and asked worriedly.

Hearing the call from beside her, Daenerys turned her head suddenly. Jorah was startled when he saw Daenerys's expression. He seemed to see the thirteen-year-old girl who had just entered the Governor's Palace in Pentos, cowardly, frightened and helpless.

"What's wrong with you, Khaleesi?" Jorah asked anxiously, a trace of pity flashing through his heart.

Since the death of Khal Drogo, Daenerys has been heartbroken and sad, occasionally seeking courage from herself, but more often she is strong and brave. Even in the desperate situation of the Red Waste, she was not defeated. This is why he swore to be loyal to her. What is making her so desperate and terrified now?

"Sir Jorah, as a knight, why did you come to Pentos from the rich Westeros?" Daenerys asked instead of answering.

"This... is all because Eddard Stark wants to chop off my head because I sold a few slaves..." Jorah didn't know why Daenerys asked about him.

"...My wife Lynis loves jewelry, watching singing and dancing, and hosting dinner parties, but my ancestral homeland, Bear Island, has none of that."

"I hired a cook, a jeweler, and a dressmaker to serve her, but she was still not satisfied. I built a big ship for her to travel on, but I spent all my savings on it and had to become a mercenary... But she eventually left me and married a wealthy businessman..."

Although he was a little embarrassed, Jorah told the truth.

"Lynness is the loser woman that Drogon was talking about!" Daenerys' face was pale and her breathing was rapid. Rhaegal and Viserion would die. Although she didn't understand why Drogon knew this, what he said was true. Daenerys swayed twice and almost fell.

"Khaleesi..." Jorah hurriedly supported Daenerys, not understanding why she reacted so strongly after hearing her experience.

"I... I'm fine. I'm very sorry about your past." Daenerys forced herself to remain calm.

Jorah knew that Daenerys had something on her mind but was unwilling to tell him, and he didn't dare to ask again.

Looking at the three little dragons fighting for the barbecue, Daenerys secretly swore that no one would dare to hurt the little dragons from her side.

"jhiqui, have someone kill the mare and feed it to the little dragon." She said with pain. In order to save the little dragon from death in the future, she could only make sure they had enough to eat every day, were strong, and grew up quickly.

After a while, the barbecue, which was enough to feed three little dragons, was finished, but the three dragons were still not full.

Daenerys immediately ordered others to set up the grill. She would rather starve herself than let the dragons go hungry.