Luxuriously decorated room interior.
When Queen Cersei Lannister was the last to leave.
King Robert Baratheon was lying on the bed with a pale and weak face. Looking at his old friend in front of him, he couldn't help but smile and said: "I never expected that I would fall into the hands of an animal in the end..."
"I don't have much time left..."
Robert Baratheon spoke with emotion.
At this moment, Eddard Stark, who was looking at his old friend and struggling fiercely in his mind, felt more and more uncomfortable.
He thought about how angry Robert would be if he knew that the three children Queen Cersei Lannister gave birth to were his.
With Robert's body at this time, can he still accept the queen's cheating? Aren't his children the Baratheon family's kind of stimulation?
Looking at his old friend who looked weaker than ever before, he sighed with regret and reluctance.
Ed Stark's original strong desire to reveal the truth slowly fell silent.
"Ed, pick up the pen and paper on the side..."
"I said, you write..."
"In the name of Robert I of House Baratheon... you know how to write it, put all those damn titles..."
"I appoint Eddard Stark of the Stark family, Duke of Winterfell...write your own title as "Regent and Protector of the Realm"..."
"After my death, I will act as king...until my son Joffrey comes of age..."
Eddard Stark kept his quill in his hand as he listened to his old friend's last words.
But when he was writing about the successor, Ed Stark had a slight thought in his mind and wrote "my son Joffrey" as the "legitimate heir"...
"Here, let me sign..."
When Eddard Stark finished writing, Robert Baratheon struggled to sit up and took over the "edict".
He didn't bother to read what his old friend wrote, so he took the quill with difficulty and signed his name behind the will.
When he lay down on the bed again, he took a deep breath.
Eddard Stark could see that after his old friend signed, he immediately relaxed, as if he had completed the last major event in his life.
"You're right, Ed..."
Looking at his old friend again, Robert Baratheon was eager to talk.
"Littlefinger, Varys, and my brother...all are trash..."
"Only you Ed, you dare to say no to me..."
"Assist Joffrey, don't let him follow my old path..."
Hearing this, Ed Stark was obviously silent, but in the end he nodded: "This is my honor..."
"..."
"King Robert Baratheon I died at the hands of a wild boar..."
"What a joke..."
Having said this, Robert Baratheon smiled sadly at himself, then gritted his teeth and said: "Ed, help me, help me end this pain!"
Ed Stark: "Your Majesty..."
Robert Baratheon: "Quick, I don't want to suffer from this damn pain anymore!"
Eddard Stark: "As you command..."
...
The continent of Essos.
The Free Trade City of Norvos.
The little slave girl Aphra drove the carriage into the gate of Norvos.
Morgan was playing with Siglia, the baby dragon, in the trunk.
"Sir, where are we going?"
Aphra turned to look at the car behind her and asked.
"Go to the pub..."
"Find a bigger room..."
Soon, Morgan's voice came from the car.
Aphra immediately walked towards the busy street ahead.
It didn't take long.
When Aphra stopped the carriage in front of a large tavern.
inside the carriage.
Morgan took out a large empty cage made of wooden strips, opened the door of the cage and said to little Siglia in front of him: "Come in for a while..."
These days, thanks to Morgan's teachings.
Siglia is still very obedient.
But he is still a young dragon, so he can be naughty and rebellious sometimes.
However, when the little guy clearly understood the difference, although he was a little unhappy, looking at his old father's serious face, he still got into the cage obediently.
Morgan closed the cage door, then picked up a large black cloth and covered the cage.
When carrying the cage out of the carriage.
Morgan knocked on the cage and whispered: "Siglia, be good, don't make a sound..."
The words just fell.
"Hmph..."
I heard a few dissatisfied snorts coming from the cage covered with black cloth.
Since this time.
Little Siglia was not tied up even at night.
At this time, put it in a small cage, and it is normal to have a temper.
Morgan didn't care either.
After handing the carriage to the tavern attendant, he led Aphra into the tavern carrying the cage covered with black cloth in his hand.
Skillfully opened the room and after ordering the food.
Morgan quickly went up to the room on the second floor of the tavern.
Because little Siglia is here.
Morgan did not choose to dine in the lobby downstairs this time, but chose to have the food delivered to the room.
The two of them just walked into the room.
Soon, there was a knock on the room door.
Aphra opened the door and found that four strong tavern attendants were carrying two buckets of steaming hot water.
When the attendant leaves.
Close the door and look at the two large buckets of hot water.
Morgan and Aphra both breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Hmph..."
Little Siglia's dissatisfied snort came from the cage under the black cloth cover again.
It was hard to get the little guy into the cage.
Morgan has no plans to take off the black cloth and open the cage just yet.
I don't care about the little guy's dissatisfaction.
Morgan took off his clothes in three strokes, revealing his strong, statuesque muscles.
Aphra immediately blushed at the sight.
She and her master have been sleeping together at night for the past half month.
But they were also wearing pajamas. Although the pajamas were thin, they had never seen each other shirtless.
At this time, I came to the tavern, with hot water in front of me, and saw the strong naked body of the owner.
Aphra had already thought about what would happen next, and her face couldn't help but turn redder.
Morgan didn't pay attention to the expression on the little slave girl's face. He took off his clothes and stepped into one of the large steaming tubs.
"so comfortable..."
Feeling his whole body being wrapped in hot water, Morgan couldn't help but moan as he lay in the tub.
It was not uncommon for Morgan to go without a shower for half a month, a month or even two months.
But just get to the tavern.
One thing he must do is take a bath.
Being soaked in the scalding hot water, I feel that all the fatigue and fatigue have melted into the bathtub, allowing me to relax mentally and physically.
So he lay down in the tub for just a moment.
A slight purr sounded.
Beside, the little slave girl Aphra had just finished taking off her clothes.
She immediately smiled when she heard her master's purring.
But she didn't laugh out loud, and even her movements immediately became cautious.
She was naked, although her face and hands were tanned into a wheat color from driving for a long time.
But within her arms and below her neck, Aphra's body was still smooth and fair.
Especially on the chest, there is a sizable hill, standing tall and heavy...
Come to the bathtub that is constantly emitting a lot of steam.
Aphra wanted to test the temperature of the water, but as soon as she stretched out her hand and touched the hot water, she immediately retracted it.
It's too hot.
She quickly looked at the owner who was sleeping in the bathtub beside her, and couldn't help but murmured in her heart: "I don't know why the owner is not afraid of being burned..."
But before she finished muttering, she immediately thought of the scene where the master walked into the charcoal fire formation almost every night in order to hatch little Siglia half a month ago.
Only then did he secretly admit that he was stupid.
The master is not even afraid of such flames, so how can he be afraid of this little hot water.
So Aphra could only wait naked by the tub.
The room was quiet at this time.
Except for the slight purring of the owner.
Aphra looked at her sleeping master for a while, then seemed to remember something, and immediately looked up at the young dragon Siglia who was covered with a black cloth on the bedside table.
Just when I was wondering that the naughty little guy was still so quiet despite being locked up today.
Another slight snoring sound came from the cage under the black cloth.
Aphra immediately smiled.
It was the little one's purr, and she was familiar with it.
When he reached out again to test the water temperature.
Only then did Aphra step into the tub naked.
"call..."
"so comfortable..."
As soon as she lay down in the hot water, Aphra couldn't help but moan in comfort.
This was the first time she had taken a bath in a tub like this since her family went bankrupt.
It’s been more than half a year.
I remember the panic I felt when I learned that my father was bankrupt.
The misery of being sold into slavery.
Finally lucky to this day.
She had to thank fate again.
Otherwise, she wouldn't know that she was still locked in that pigsty-like room;
It has already become the plaything of the two middle-aged men with greedy eyes in Pantos Square.
Thank you fate!
Thank fate for letting her meet her master.
This was the first time she had experienced the traveling life of following her master.
It doesn't matter if she likes it or not.
As long as the owner is there.
and she rejoiced.
"Wow..."
Holding the water in her hand, Aphra carefully played with the water in the tub.
At this time.
In the tub on the side.
Morgan had slowly opened his eyes.
Watching the little slave girl with her attractive white body playing in the bathtub next to her.
Morgan felt hot in his heart and stood up immediately.
"ah..."
"Did I wake you up, sir?"
Looking at her master who suddenly stood up, Aphra spoke quickly, but her eyes couldn't avoid the raised object on Morgan's lower body, which was too conspicuous.
When Morgan stood up and walked towards Aphra's tub.
Aphra's face quickly turned red as she seemed to realize something.
When Morgan picked up Aphra and returned to his large bathtub.
On the bedside table.
The weird snorting sound sounded again.
Little Siglia was awakened.
But Morgan couldn't care about the little guy at this time.
I hugged my petite and beautiful little slave girl and slept for more than half a month without touching her. Now I no longer have to hold it in.
Aphra's gasping sound sounded.
The atmosphere in the room quickly became charming.
after an hour.
The door to the room opened.
When the four tall and sturdy attendants who appeared before left the room, they carried the bathtub.
Soon, a scantily clad, hot-bodied tavern maid knocked on the door carrying a steaming meal.
When the maid twisted her waist and left.
Morgan and Aphra sat across from each other at a dining table filled with sumptuous food.
Little Siglia on the side was flying in the air with her little wings fluttering, and she kept humming, as if she was still angry.
But when Morgan took out a large piece of fresh beef that smelled of blood.
Little Siglia immediately screamed strangely and rushed forward.
Let little Siglia nibble on the fresh beef.
Morgan sat back at the table and smiled at the little slave girl Aphra, whose face was more supple.
Aphra's face turned red immediately after she had just been fucked and tasted it for the first time.
Looking at the little slave girl, her green eyes became more charming as her body returned to normal.
Morgan felt more and more that he was right in meeting and photographing Aphra in the city-state of Pentos.
Otherwise, where could he buy such aphra.
But today is Aphra's first time, and she is still too young, and somewhat unable to withstand Morgan's conquest.
Otherwise it would have been more than an hour.
But precisely because Aphra is young, it will take a long time, so she can train her slowly.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.
Another thought suddenly came to Morgan's mind: "Would you like to go to the slave market auction venue in "Norvos" again?"
But soon.
He gave up the plan.
He is still on his way.
Bringing too many people will only slow him down.
What's more, Slaver's Bay is the absolute center of the world's slave trade. There, he can find all kinds of slaves he wants and has more choices.
If you want to buy slaves, you should go to Slaver's Bay first.
The thought of buying slaves in Norvos was gone.
Morgan only stayed at the tavern for one night.
Early the next morning.
He then set out on the road with a large amount of drinks, vegetables, dry food and other supplies that he asked the tavern to help purchase.
This time, he also bought a large amount of fresh beef and mutton and placed them in the dimensional ring.
However, the "Free City State of Norvos" was the last city that could supply supplies before he reached Slaver's Bay.
According to the map and the information Morgan had heard before.
The rest of his journey was almost entirely in the wilderness, and it would take at least more than two months for the carriage to reach Meereen, one of the three largest cities in Slaver's Bay.
Therefore, Morgan purchased a large amount of various materials this time, almost filling the space in the dimensional ring.
Aphra was still sitting in the driver's seat.
He drove the carriage towards the other gate of Novos.
At noon.
The carriage rushed out of the gate of Norvos and headed quickly towards the vast wilderness.
One month later.
The southern edge of the Dothraki Sea Steppes.
A carriage was traveling at a constant speed on a road in the middle of nowhere.
Morgan looked up at the gradually cooling light group in the western sky.
Then he pulled the reins.
The carriage immediately headed towards the sparse woods a little further away.
When the sky light group disappeared.
The world fell completely into darkness.
In sparse woods.
The fire was dim.
Next to a carriage, Morgan and the little slave girl Aphra were eating and drinking in front of the fire with a fragrant soup.
Beside, the young dragon Siglia was gnawing on a mass of bloody flesh.
It's about the size of a house cat from just over a month ago.
Siglia is now nearly twice the size she was when she was born.
Although his whole body was still completely dark.
But its roar has begun to take on a majestic tone.
Moreover, Siglia has been coughing and spitting out gas that smells like sulfur in the past few days.
Morgan knew that this was the little guy who was about to awaken his talent of breathing fire.
at the same time.
Far east of the Dothraki Sea Steppes.
Red wasteland.
In a gathering place.
A girl wearing Dothraki clothes, with very beautiful long silver-gold hair, petite and fair figure, and completely different appearance from the Dothraki around her stepped into the fierce fire ahead.
In the flames, there was the body of her husband Khal Drogo.
