Back in her room, Daenerys still hadn't completely calmed down.
Daenerys can be said to have grown up listening to her brother Viserys's stories about the Seven Kingdoms, most of which revolve around the Targaryen family and the major nobles of Westeros.
The longer she listened to the story, the more she hated the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms who had overthrown the Targaryen rule and betrayed the Targaryen people.
It was because of them that I lost my father, my brave brother was killed, and I have been living a life of escape since I was in my mother's womb.
She had secretly vowed that when she was able to return to Westeros and retake the Iron Throne, she would make those nobles who had betrayed their family and relatives pay with their lives.
Robert the usurper, Jaime the kingslayer, and Robert's staunch supporters, the Stark Wolf family, are the objects of her greatest hatred.
Now she has three dragons including Drogon, commands an army of one hundred thousand, and controls the life and death of the nobles and civilians of the Seven Kingdoms.
But after catching the regicide who killed his father, he was unable to avenge his father.
She accepted Shireen, the little princess of the Baratheon family, and Tyrion of the Lannister family, and might have to rescue the mother and son of the Stark family, which completely went against her original intention.
While blaming herself for not being able to fulfill her oath of revenge, she also felt guilty towards her family and relatives, wondering whether they would forgive her for not being able to avenge them.
Looking at the somewhat lost Dragon Queen, Drogon gradually understood what she was thinking.
Drogon didn't know how to counsel her about this. This was the distress of being born in a royal family, and it was also a process of gradual adaptation, so that she could play the game of thrones well.
Drogon could only rub his little head against the Dragon Queen's fair cheek to comfort her.
Turning to look at Drogon who was comforting her, Daenerys smiled and took him off her shoulders and held him in her arms.
Feeling the comfortable warmth coming from Drogon's body, Daenerys gently closed her eyes, thinking back to Drogon's company along the way, and her mood suddenly improved a lot. She hugged him and lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep...
"Dragon…Dragon God, please…please save…save my mother. She is my only relative. I don't want to…lose her. Please save her…"
[It's so noisy! Who's talking? ] Drogon, who was sleeping soundly in Daenerys's arms, was awakened by a whisper and asked impatiently.
"Lord Dragon God, my mother is so good to me, I don't want to lose her, please save her..."
After grumbling a bit, Drogon was about to fall asleep again when he heard the whisper again, this time even clearer than before.
[Who? Who is speaking?] Drogon opened his eyes, stretched his head out of Daenerys's arms, looked around, and asked in confusion.
There was no one in the room. He pricked up his ears and listened again. There was no sound from next door. He thought he was hallucinating. Just as he was about to curl up his head and continue sleeping, he suddenly heard the same sound again...
"Lord Dragon God..."
[Akka?] Drogon recognized the owner of the voice, but this was Dragonstone, so how could he hear Akka's voice?
After carefully distinguishing the source of the sound, drogon realized that Akka's voice seemed to be received from his mind rather than heard from his ears.
As his consciousness sank into his mind, A-Ka's voice came out more clearly from the divine light.
Looking at the divine light and determining the source of the sound, Drogon realized that his father had not paid attention to it for a few days and its color had quietly changed.
It used to be pure white, emitting a rich halo, but now it seems to have turned a little red, and even the halo is glowing red.
After carefully observing the divine light and finding no other changes, Drogon could only give up temporarily and listen to Akka's voice in the divine light.
Apparently Aka's mother was seriously ill and dying for unknown reasons, and Aka was praying to himself, hoping for help since he could not be cured.
Drogon didn't know if it was because of the change in the divine light that allowed him to hear Akka's prayers.
He also wanted to help the clever little boy who had given him the power of faith for the first time.
But he could only hear the prayers but didn't know how to help Aka. It seemed that he, the dragon god, was not good at saving people except for being able to eat, spit fire, and having a tough body.
Just when he wanted to save her but had no idea how to do so, he suddenly saw the halo on the surface of the divine light slowly converge into a passage leading out of his mind.
Staring blankly at the reddish passage, drogon seemed to understand something in his mind, and tried to use his mind to extract the faint red light from the inside of the divine light and send it into the passage.
As more and more light spots were sent in, he actually felt a sense of exhaustion. After two minutes, he felt that the light spots he sent in should be able to heal A-Ka's mother, so he stopped extracting the light spots.
After he stopped, he felt breathless. Looking at the divine light again, the passage disappeared as he stopped extracting the light spot. The entire divine light was not only very dim, but also smaller.
[What a huge consumption! ] drogon couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of the red lady Melisandre, who often burned people's bodies in order to see the omen from the flames.
Since Stannis lacks strength, he often has to seek help from others. It seems that the Lord of Light, R'hllor, whom she serves, must have consumed a lot of divine power in order to achieve a certain goal.
Then he remembered the legend of several greenseers working together to break the Arm of Dorne, and the gods working together to destroy the Freehold of Valyria.
To create that kind of catastrophic attack would certainly consume even more energy. I wonder how they would replenish it.
Nochkarasa, where the Dothraki steppe Akka is located.
A Dothraki woman with a sallow face lay weakly on the wooden board, looking at Akka who was kneeling beside her and praying with longing eyes, with a look of reluctance on her face.
The Dothraki people around the wooden board also felt sorry for Akka's mother, and felt even more distressed for Akka, the spokesperson for the Dragon God.
They just regarded Aka's prayers as psychological comfort to himself.
Although the Dragon God was powerful, how could he heal the sick?
Moreover, they had not seen the Dragon God come to their Karasa to eat barbecue for many days, and they could not even find him. How could he know Aka's prayer?
"Aka, what's in your hand?" Just as everyone was silently mourning for Aka in their hearts, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.
The prayer was interrupted. A-Ka glanced at the person who was shouting with some resentment before looking at his hands.
"What is this…?" A-Ka, with tears in his eyes, looked at the increasingly bright red light in his hand and said excitedly, "It's Lord Dragon God. Lord Dragon God must have heard my prayers!"
The Dothraki people who were surrounding him stared at the red ball of light in Akka's hands with wide eyes and knelt on the ground involuntarily.
A miracle! This is definitely a miracle. They had only heard rumors about it before, but they didn't expect to witness it with their own eyes today.
When the light in his hand stopped increasing, A-Ka looked at his mother who was also staring at him, and pressed his hand against the left upper abdomen where his mother often cried out in pain.