Chapter 285: The Queen of Dawn

When Odahviing saw that it was Nymeria and Dickon approaching, the massive head slowly lowered.

The strong sulfur smell from its breath had become something the two of them were now more accustomed to. The dragon's mouth opened, and its deep, booming voice in the ancient dragon language could be heard by everyone in the distance.

"The dragon eggs have hatched!"

"Really?" Nymeria exclaimed, clenching her fists in excitement.

Odahviing turned its eyes toward Dickon:

"Black: Kl ogra vuun, black: Shu lv okun, red: Jud hun gaar, gold: Jud vuk ah. Human Dickon, take these four names back to Tyrosh!"

"Understood!" Dickon replied in dragon tongue, taking out a small notebook to write it down.

"Odahviing, are you returning to Tyrosh now?" Nymeria asked.

"The dragonborn have fulfilled his promise and successfully hatched the dragon eggs. I will also continue to honor my promise to protect you," the dragon said, lifting its head to gaze eastward.

The two of them walked away from the dragon and approached the crowd. Nymeria spoke to the logistics officer, "Send a team to escort Ser Dickon south to Hellholt, and notify the soldiers stationed there to ensure Ser Dickon's safety until he boards the Tyrosh warship."

"Understood!"

Prince Renly's dragon, Peytvahaaz, was not Odahviing's direct offspring, so it didn't matter to Odahviing who got to name it. The blue dragon egg given to Renly's son, Lyonel Baratheon, had its naming rights granted to Renly after a lot of effort from Wright. However, Odahviing refused to compromise on naming the other four eggs. Wright could offer suggestions, but the names had to come from Odahviing itself.

The naming of dragons was incredibly sacred, deeply tied to their souls. The idea of a raven, that lowly creature, being the one to deliver the name was an insult. Wright couldn't protest, so it was left to Dickon Tarly, someone Odahviing trusted, to pass on the names.

Tyrion and Jorah Mormont were also at the front of the crowd.

"What did the dragon say?" Jorah asked.

Tyrion looked up at Jorah, pointing at his face, "Do you think I understand it?"

Jorah, with his wrinkled face, laughed, "Don't you always say you're clever?"

"Only when it comes to humans!" Tyrion, seeing that Nymeria and Dickon were returning, quickly grabbed Jorah's pants leg. "Hurry, let's go, we need to hear what they're saying!"

The Dornish nobles had already crowded together, and Jorah, holding Tyrion by the collar, squeezed through the crowd until they were pushed to the outside.

"Seems like some people don't care about this after all!" A woman who had witnessed the situation spoke up, and Tyrion awkwardly changed the subject.

"Well, Dickon is coming over soon. I'll just ask him directly," said Ashara Dayne, holding a piece of dark chocolate from Sunspear, chewing loudly.

"Do you think he'll speak?" Dickon Tarly was usually silent, and Tyrion didn't know the details of their relationship.

Ashara replied, "If he doesn't, I'll hit him!"

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "He won't fight back? And from the looks of it, it seems to have something to do with the dragon."

"I've hit him over a hundred times. Every time, he just lies there, and he's even cried a few times," Ashara said, talking too much as a piece of chocolate fell out of her mouth. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it back in.

"What about the dragons? Did he tell you anything about the dragons?" Tyrion figured that anything related to the dragons must be highly classified.

Ashara gazed at the distant dragon, "I get along with Odahviing just fine, but I don't speak dragon tongue. If I did, I'd just ask it myself. Dickon, over here!"

Dickon Tarly approached and nodded to Ashara.

Ashara pulled out another piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to Dickon. "What's going on?"

Dickon replied, "Five dragon eggs have hatched, and four names need to be taken back."

"Oh! Go ahead, come back quickly!" Ashara patted Dickon's armor. Dickon nodded at the three of them before running toward the stables with the Dornish soldiers.

"That's it? You couldn't ask for more details?" Tyrion wanted to jump up and smack Ashara on the head, if only he could beat her.

"The dragon names are too hard to remember. I couldn't keep track of them all. It's better not to ask," Ashara said, walking toward Nymeria while continuing to eat.

Jorah muttered, "That's really carefree."

"Carefree my ass, let's go quickly!" Tyrion urged.

The Dornish nobles had formed a circle, and Nymeria was explaining to them, "My son, Darkseid Baratheon, has also become a dragon rider. The black dragon will soon soar through the skies. Its name is Klogravuun, or 'Red Sand Autumn' in the common tongue of Westeros."

"Dorne is just entering autumn." Someone looked up at the sky.

"Red Sand? Red Sand of Autumn, Klogravuun!" The Dornish nobles firmly remembered the name.

Nymeria: "Lord Wright and my sister's son, Sauron Baratheon, also has a black dragon. Its name is Shulvokun, pronounced Shulvokun, which means the Shadow of the Sun."

"The Shadow of the Sun, isn't that just the black shadow? It fits the black dragon perfectly."

Nymeria: "Lord Wright and my sister's daughter, Lilith Baratheon, will one day ride a red dragon flying in the sky. Its name is Judhungaar, which means Brave Queen."

"A red female dragon?" Tyrion didn't understand either.

"How do you distinguish between male and female dragons?" Jorah muttered to himself.

"Perhaps they are different from other creatures, and don't have genders at all." Tyrion considered a hypothesis.

Nymeria: "And there is a wild golden dragon, Judvukah, the Dawn Queen."

"The Dawn Queen surely refers to Odahviing herself, but doesn't its name mean Snow, Hunter, and Wings? Where is the dawn in that?" Many people on the continent knew the interpretations of Odahviing's name, and Jorah had heard them as well.

Tyrion: "Dawn has many meanings. The rising sun also symbolizes birth, or the beginning of a new dynasty. The Dawn Queen, Odahviing, interesting."

"Let's see, with Petvahaah for Renly and his son, the Baratheon family now has seven dragons!" Jorah was stunned by the thought.

Tyrion crossed his arms, muttering under his breath: "The more dragons, the more trouble."

"Dawn Queen!"

"Dawn Queen!"

"What's happening?" The Dornish nobles and soldiers began shouting angrily. The small figure of Tyrion thought something had happened ahead.

"Not sure, the Dornish suddenly started acting like this!" Jorah was also curious.

"Dawn Queen Nymeria!"

"Dawn Queen Nymeria!"

Tyrion pulled Jorah back: "Looks like we've really gotten involved in something bigger!"

The Dawn Queen is the great dragon. Now the Dornish are linking this title with Nymeria, and Jorah understood: "You're a Lannister, I'm a Mormont. Are we still participating in the upcoming battle?"

Tyrion thought for a moment and answered firmly: "Of course! My name cannot just be known in entertainment places, it has to be remembered in history books."

In the center of the crowd, Nymeria felt unusually clear-headed. Her face was flushed, veins bulging, and she didn't speak. Her hands hung at her sides, her arms, clenched into fists, started to tremble.

It wasn't excitement, but anger and grievance!

Nymeria knew she wasn't skilled in politics, but she had always been learning.

The purpose of this Dornish civil war had always been to save her father and uncle, to eliminate the usurper Yronwood and his faction. But now, hearing so many people shouting together, she understood everything!

Her husband, Wright, had killed Quentyn, stopped the development of Tyrosh, and mobilized all resources to support her. The real reason was to let their son inherit Dorne and make Westeros a unified kingdom.

Her father, Oberyn, and Wright had fallen out for years without meeting, yet he sent many of his trusted men to Tyrosh, and Wright had never said a word of complaint. These nobles all sided with her in the war. Oberyn and Wright were definitely in league!

The one who could control the news from Yronwood was not only Yronwood but also Oberyn!

He nobly ran back to Sunspear, a prince could be humiliated in his own port, and it was impossible without someone at Yronwood's side stoking the fire. Then there was the fire in Sunspear, Oberyn and Doran were severely injured and poisoned. If her father, Oberyn, was using a feigned injury tactic, it all made sense.

Then there were the forces in King's Landing. Without their help, many messages could never have been delivered. The entire Dornish seas were blockaded. Those assassins sent to kill Trystane could only follow the royal fleet rescuing house Jordayne to reach Dorne.

And the Seven Kingdoms nobles—they used their spies hidden in Dorne, repeatedly sabotaging the plans of the rebels, creating a one-sided war situation. The death of Trystane by his own men's horse proved this.

With her husband Wright, her father Oberyn, the king, and the Seven Kingdoms nobles, many forces were pushing her toward the position of the Dornish Prince, while she and Lord Yronwood were the ones being used.

Nymeria wanted to cry, wanted to give up. She loved this land and didn't want to kill Dornish people anymore. The only way to free herself now was to save Doran and Oberyn first, but the current situation was completely out of control. Those Dornish supporting Yronwood would die, die at the hands of their own people, using the lives of half of Dorne's population to exchange for her becoming a Queen.

Nymeria released her tightly clenched hands, took down the folded spear from her back, and, after stretching it, raised it high above her head.

"Dawn Queen Nymeria!"

The Dornish people wanted a great dragon, and they also wanted a second Queen Nymeria. Behind her, there were powerful forces that could ensure Dorne's peace and development. The chosen one, combining all three aspects, had raised her spear and officially accepted this title.

At this moment, Nymeria thought to herself, since she knew many of her people were on the other side, she would try to minimize the bloodshed and recruit those who could be swayed. She also thought of her father Oberyn and her uncle Doran—once they were saved, she would return to Tyrosh and hand the power back to Doran. As for her husband Wright, she would return to Tyrosh and kill him!

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An adult dragon is very powerful, but a newly hatched dragon is weak. After inspecting the magical array at the Tyrosh castle, Renly stepped outside the reception hall and heard the noisy sounds inside.

"It ran away again! It ran away again!"

"It's under the table!"

The reception hall was large, and many people were present. Tyene was holding Wright's eldest son, Darkseid, while Margaery was holding Lyonel Baratheon. The two women were sitting closely together. In a tight white dress, Kana Rogare was holding Lilith, while Quaithe, still wearing a black robe and red mask, was holding Sauron.

The four women, each holding a child, sat on a long sofa, chattering away. Seran Farman, Meredyth Crane, and three young maids, and five blonde girls were playing with toys to entertain the children.

Qyburn, Thoros, and Malora were studying a map, discussing how to strengthen the castle's magical defenses. Jeyne Poole was directing the maids to clean up the spilled fruit and drinks.

The Knight of Flowers, Loras, Brienne, Robar Royce, and Jojen Reed were with the others. Jojen was holding a summoned purple bow and arrow, discussing with the Warlock Paya Bolin how to apply alchemical potions to it.

Several young mages gathered in pairs, fiddling with metal rods of different shapes and colors—these were newly made wand blanks.

Robb, Jon, Sansa, and Arya were chasing their direwolves around the room, and the direwolves, in turn, were chasing several newly hatched dragons that were only three days old. Their footprints were all over the walls, under the tables, and on the sofas.

The direwolves wouldn't actually bite them, their instinct was simply to chase. Besides, the small dragons that had once been bullied by the direwolves had now grown into large beasts. Peytvahaaz was lying on the balcony, staring at the direction of the little dragons, and if any of the little creatures dared to bite, it would rush to protect them.

On the balcony railing, several hawks stood. These hawks were animals used by the young apprentices for shape-shifting. Normally, the sharp-eyed hawks would only dare to look at the back of Peytvahaaz's head. Every time the dragon turned its head, the hawks would instinctively turn theirs to look at the empty sea.

"Chaos!" Renly, walking toward the house, first went to the balcony and patted his dragon's horns.

Peytvahaaz had grown again. It could fit through the castle's large doors, but the small door on the balcony had to be squeezed through. Soon, it would be treated the same way as Odahviing, sleeping in the courtyard.

"Renly, can you now fly with Peytvahaaz?" Margaery, with both a large and small dragon at home, hoped Renly could fly into the sky too.

Renly squeezed the dragon's shoulder. "It's not like I've never flown before. I'm not in a rush, I'll wait until it grows a bit more. It'll be steadier."

Margaery thought Renly was afraid of heights. "You won't die if you fall!"

"It's not like that. Raising a dragon is similar to raising a horse. If you ride a growing pony too soon, not only will it not grow stronger, but its bones may become crooked or not grow tall enough," Renly explained, checking Peytvahaaz's teeth by prying open its mouth.

Tyene's fluffy golden hair made Margaery itch, so she blew it away and, without looking at Renly, spoke directly to the other ladies. "I've read that book on dragon raising, he's just scared!"

"Hahaha," Renly's son, Lyonel, laughed.

Margaery then asked, "Has you decided our son little blue dragon name?"

Renly looked around, not seeing the little dragon. It had probably hidden in some piece of furniture. "I've taken your advice and decided on the name Sea Blade!"

"Sea Blade, what about its dragon language name?" Margaery knew that without a dragon language name, there would be no way to learn the magic of calling dragons over long distances.

"Just wait a bit." Renly walked over to the Stark siblings. "Where is the blue dragon?"

"Here! Here!" Arya pointed behind a cabinet.

Renly used Mage Hand to reach behind the cabinet and pulled out a blue, winged lizard.

"Oka az tuz, it's called Okaaztuz!" Renly spoke to the little dragon in the dragon language.