Game of Thrones world, Essos continent, Pentos city-state.

Groups of steel ships were docked on the sea outside the dock, and three giant dragons of different colors were flying in the sky.

On the road leading to the dock, countless soldiers wearing black armor and holding bayoneted rifles knelt on one knee and bowed their heads respectfully to greet the most honorable Dragon Queen and Fire Goddess in the city.

With silent and orderly footsteps, the noble queen with stunning beauty arrived at the dock, guarded by countless golden-armored warriors.

At this moment, she was wearing a red imperial robe embroidered with golden flame patterns, a flame crown engraved with a three-headed dragon pattern on her head, and holding a scepter with a golden-red flame burning on the top. Her beautiful face was full of a calm expression.

When they arrived at the dock, Daenerys suddenly stopped.

The golden-armored warriors who were guarding behind him also stopped immediately.

The entire dock and even the entire sea became quiet.

In such a quiet environment, Daenerys turned around calmly, holding the scepter.

The feet wearing golden-red metal boots slowly left the ground, dragging the three-meter-long golden-red cloak behind them to form a huge curtain.

"Look up."

As Daenerys's light words spread.

All the soldiers kneeling on one knee raised their heads and looked at the queen floating in the sky with fanatical and reverent eyes.

Daenerys looked around calmly, sweeping across the hundreds of thousands of soldiers densely packed on the docks, roadsides, and ship decks. Her calm gaze met those fanatical eyes, and then she raised the flaming scepter in her hand and spoke loudly.

"My name is Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Dragons, Goddess of Fire, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of Westeros!"

"My family, the Targaryens, have ruled Westeros for the past three hundred years."

"Until fifteen years ago, when a shameless usurper waged a vile war and took my rightful place on the Iron Throne."

"And now, I will lead you across the Narrow Sea, back to Westeros, and take back the Seven Kingdoms that belong to me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As Daenerys' voice spread throughout the sky, all the soldiers, whether on the dock, roadside or ship deck, looked fanatical, raised their weapons and rushed to the ground.

Countless voices converged together in an orderly pattern, forming a huge sound wave like a tsunami.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of troops below who were supporting her, Daenerys smiled and raised the scepter in her hand suddenly.

The power was activated, and a giant flaming dragon with a wingspan of fifty meters flew out from the eternal fire on the top of the scepter. It flapped its wings in the sky, raised its neck, and let out a deafening roar.

The roar spread, and Daenerys looked fiercely at the dense army below and spoke loudly.

"I declare!"

"Set sail immediately and cross the Narrow Sea!"

A roar like the sound of thunder and sea came from below, and countless black-armored warriors took steps, walking towards the dock in an orderly manner amid the sound of metal friction, and stepped onto the steel ships from another world.

Daenerys fell to the ground with the scepter in her hand and turned to look at the bald man next to Grey Worm.

The man was wearing a brown robe, tall and fat, and his face was full of respect and piety as he looked at Daenerys.

It was Varys, the "people's servant" who crossed the strait to pledge allegiance to Daenerys.

Daenerys whispered, "Varys, how are your preparations going?"

Varys said respectfully: "Your Majesty, everything is ready. As long as you give the order, the whole of Westeros will know you are coming."

"Very good." Daenerys nodded slightly, "Then do it..."

Varys bowed respectfully: "Yes!"

…

…

Westeros, King's Landing.

The morning light was cold, and fine snow fell lightly from the sky, soft and gentle.

Snowflakes fell overhead, and the young children all smiled, looking excitedly at the scene they had never seen in their lives, as surprised as if they had eaten the peaches and melons of Highgarden.

But the older gatekeepers didn't see it that way.

They frowned and sighed as they looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Compared to those children who were born less than ten years ago, they understand better what this snow represents——

After ten years of long summer, winter is finally coming!

Although the Seven Gods have given a danger signal, the bigwigs in King's Landing obviously don't care.

They rang the seven bell towers of the Cathedral of Baelor, and countless residents of King's Landing gathered from all directions. The crowded crowd stretched from the white marble square in front of the cathedral to the top of Visenya's hill.

Next to the gate of the church, there is a high platform guarded by golden-robed soldiers.

On the high platform, a group of nobles in beautiful clothes stood there arrogantly.

The man in the center was wearing a silk garment embroidered with leaping stags and roaring lions, a bright red silk robe, and a golden crown on his head. A smug smile hung on his handsome but immature face.

Behind him stood a beautiful woman with a noble temperament.

She was wearing a black dress and a thin veil embroidered with many black diamonds. She had a beautiful face, a graceful demeanor, a high nose bridge, and her eyebrows seemed to be somewhat similar to the handsome young man in front.

There is no doubt that these two people are Joffrey Baratheon, the current King of Westeros.

and his mother, Queen Cersei Lannister.

Around them stood Sansa Stark, a beautiful girl wearing a sky blue silk gauze dress and long curly maroon hair, the High Bishop wearing a pure white robe and a huge crown on his head, and Littlefinger Baelish with gray hair on his temples and a slightly upturned mouth.

Judging from these surviving noble characters, as well as Eddard Stark who was pinned to the ground by two gold-cloaked guards in the front, the current plot has just developed to the beginning of the Game of Thrones story...

At this moment, the former Hand of the King, Eddard Stark, was being pressed down on the stage by two gold-cloaked guards, staring silently at the ground in front of him.

The place was filled with noise and bustle. At the signal of Queen Mother Cersei, a Kingsguard dressed in gorgeous armor stepped out and directed the gold-cloaked soldiers holding spears to separate the crowd and barely maintain order in the square.

Cersei frowned slightly and tilted her head to ask, "Where is Lord Varys?"

Baelish shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday..."

Cersei frowned, looking a little uneasy.

After thinking for a long time, Cersei said decisively: "Then there is no need to wait for him, let's get started!"

The golden-robed soldier waiting nearby nodded respectfully and left.

Soon, the bells stopped ringing and the excited crowd began to quiet down.

The silent Eddard Stark raised his head, looking haggard, and swept the crowd in front of him with sad eyes.

The gold-robed soldier next to him poked him with the butt of his spear and said sarcastically, "Prime Minister, you may begin now."

“…”

Eddard swallowed, soothing his dry throat a little, and then said softly: "I am Eddard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King."

"Today, I come here, in front of the gods in heaven and the mortals on earth, to confess my treason."

"I betrayed my king, my best friend Robert, I betrayed his trust and trust..."

"I swore to protect his child, but before his body was cold, I plotted to depose and kill his son and make myself king."

"Now, please, High Septon, Baelor the Beloved, and the Seven High Gods bear witness to the truth of what I have said. Joffrey Baratheon is the only legitimate heir to the Iron Throne. In the name of the Seven Gods, he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm!"

As soon as the declaration was made, the crowd around him immediately started to make noise and curse, greeting the Prime Minister with all kinds of mocking and disgusting words.

In the crowd, Arya Stark, disguised as a homeless child, clenched her fists tightly, staring at the triumphant Joffrey on the stage with flaming eyes, as if she wanted to rush up right now and poke him into a sieve with the sword Needle at her waist.

Just when Joffrey was most proud, a golden-robed soldier guarding the bottom of the platform suddenly turned around, pulled out a black pistol from his arms, pointed it at Joffrey's forehead on the stage, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a deafening bang, the smug smile on Joffrey's face froze.

A bright red blood hole appeared on the fair forehead, and bright red blood kept gushing out of it.

"thump!"

The king's body fell to the ground with a loud bang. Cersei and the ministers nearby finally reacted and gathered around, exclaiming.

Cersei's eyes widened, and she crawled over using her hands and feet, holding Joffrey in her arms regardless of the stickiness and wetness of the blood.

“No no…No!”

Cersei's lips and fingers were trembling, her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes looked at the corpse in her arms that was gradually getting cold with despair.

Suddenly, Cersei turned her head sharply, glared at the golden-cloaked soldiers in the audience and said fiercely: "Kill him!"

The soldiers surrounded them with spears in hand. The soldier in the golden robe laughed loudly and suddenly jumped up. The golden robe on his body caught fire and turned into a robe embroidered with golden flame patterns and red dragon patterns in the flames.

"I represent the noble Queen of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen."

"Greetings to all the lords of King's Landing!"