House of The Dragon:The Rise of the Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 116: Chapter 115 – The Burning of Myr (III)

At the Port of Myr.

Bahamut lay in the harbor, his head resting on stone. The dragon was being served large quantities of fish. He only needed to open his jaws, and a group of slaves would throw fish into his mouth.

Sitting by the sea, Maekar looked at the scene with a look full of envy. He too wanted to be served that way. Unfortunately, as a grown man, he couldn’t show such incompetence and hedonism, especially being the future emperor of Westeros.

Looking to the side, Melinda could be seen eating a grilled fish while watching the sea with her striking golden eyes. She had a rather stoic expression.

Suddenly, Maekar spotted a fleet of ships approaching. The crest of House Velaryon looked particularly imposing.

It didn’t take long for Maekar to see Corlys approaching him. The prince noticed that the Lord of Driftmark’s armor was dirty and scorched. Seeing his tired expression, he knew the man had gone through a fierce battle.

Especially noticing that the warship called Sea Snake was no longer in sight, showing that it had truly been a ferocious battle.

“I’ve already taken care of the entire center of Myr; the city is still in anarchy, and it’s perfect to start the sacking.” Maekar said in a calm tone. Yes, they were going to sack the city. It hadn’t originally been part of the plan, but, given how easy it had been to destroy Myr’s government, he had changed his mind.

The council of magistrates donated great riches to the Dothraki so the horselords wouldn’t sack the city, and even so, Myr was a very wealthy city. Just from that, one could tell these slavers had made a great deal of money from the slave trade and other things.

Corlys’s eyes lit up at Maekar’s words. This was great news. It also showed that Tyrosh hadn’t attacked; otherwise, Maekar wouldn’t be sitting there enjoying the sea breeze.

“By the way, let’s split it half and half,” Maekar added. As a decent prince, he knew he couldn’t monopolize the spoils of war. No one likes a greedy, petty leader.

Corlys nodded and found it fair. Maekar had burned the city, and he would be the one transporting the gold back to Dragonstone. At the same time, he couldn’t help looking at the prince with a strange look. He had originally been prepared to give Maekar some advice about the distribution of war spoils, but the boy had already thought of it.

The Lord of Driftmark sometimes thought Maekar was a thirty-year-old man. When he had been Maekar’s age, he had wanted to keep all the treasure he found for himself. It was only years later, after facing a mutiny, that he learned he had to reward his own sailors, or their discontent would grow quickly.

“Who would this be?” Corlys noticed the dark-skinned girl beside Maekar; he couldn’t help asking in a curious tone.

“Melinda, my new cupbearer,” Maekar said in a calm tone. “A very clever girl.”

“Serve your lord well and don’t disappoint the trust he has placed in you.” Corlys didn’t know why Maekar had taken in such a small child as a cupbearer, but he spoke to the child in a calm tone.

Then, he saw the girl look at him with those striking golden eyes and nod, as if agreeing with his words.

Corlys looked at the girl’s features and knew she was from Naath. There was only one reason for a child from Naath to be in Myr. She was a slave. However, the Sea Snake didn’t comment on it and quickly had his own sailors advance into the city. They had to sack the city and return to Dragonstone.

“What do you think of him?” Maekar asked with a smile.

“He has wolf eyes. ” Melinda answered, finishing eating her fish. She threw the bones into the sea below her. “They look like they’re sizing up prey, wondering if the meat is good enough to bite through her throat.”

“Good analogy.” Maekar laughed and agreed with Melinda’s words. “He’s Corlys Velaryon; you’ve probably heard of him. He’s a greedy man who wants his own blood on the Iron Throne. He’s an extremely proud man and thinks he can change the world because of a few ships.”

Melinda was surprised; she never thought the man she had just exchanged a few words with was none other than the legendary Corlys Velaryon, the man who had sailed waters no one else had ever dared to sail.

However, hearing Maekar’s assessment of Corlys, Melinda concluded that they were enemies but had been forced to ally for some reason.

“You should be careful with him, my prince,” Melinda said in a stoic tone. “I’ve seen this kind of man before; he won’t hesitate to stab you in the back at the smallest opportunity.”

“I know, but you have to understand that I’m a prince who wants to be king. A king doesn’t mind using his friends or his enemies. Just as he’s using me, I’m also using him.” Maekar certainly knew he couldn’t trust his back to a man like Corlys.

“That’s strange; I was taught to stay away from my enemies.” Melinda didn’t quite understand what Maekar had said but felt it was too complicated and stopped thinking about it.

Maekar just laughed and found her words adorable. Unfortunately, this world was a great game of chess in which every piece could be used. Melinda would come to recognize this cruel truth as time passed.

“My prince, is Westeros very beautiful?” Suddenly, Melinda asked, still in a stoic tone, but tinged with a touch of curiosity.

“Yes, especially my castle near the God’s Eye, the largest lake on the continent. There are black swans on the lake and a beautiful forest.” Maekar looked surprised at the question but answered patiently.

“Is the castle big?” Tilting her head to the side, the girl asked again. Anyone could see the girl was curious and loved knowledge.

“Harren Hoare, the Black, built the castle to giant proportions. Everything about it is big; it looks like a black monster with gigantic towers piercing the sky.” Maekar said with a smile. “Although the castle is in ruins, I’m going to rebuild it later.”

Melinda tried to imagine a castle built to giant proportions, but the only thing that came to her mind was the Great Red Temple of Volantis. It was the biggest structure she had seen in her short ten years of life. For some reason, Melinda felt eager to see the castle she would come to live in.

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The sack of Myr lasted about four hours. Large quantities of gold and precious stones filled the ships’ holds. There was so much gold that it didn’t all fit in the ships. Remembering the substantial amount he’d had to leave behind in the ruins of the mansions, Corlys felt extremely sad.

Knowing that the king would swallow up a large amount of House Velaryon’s gold, he wanted more gold than ever.

“Stop looking like a wronged woman and let’s go.” Maekar rolled his eyes at Corlys’s pained expression and said in a teasing tone.

Corlys let out a sigh and knew Maekar was right, but this gold was enough to keep House Velaryon from falling into decline, even after paying compensation to the king.

“Let’s go, boys.” Corlys shouted out loud and the ships’ sails were lowered in an instant.

Maekar also climbed onto Bahamut with Melinda and followed behind the ships, leaving a city in complete chaos and anarchy. Without governmental power, Myr fell into total collapse. Theft, rape, and murder. This beautiful city became a hell on earth.

However, whether Maekar or Corlys, they remained indifferent to this.

They had accomplished their goal and destroyed Myr. Consequently, they had also destroyed the Triarchy. Individually, these free cities didn’t pose much danger, of course, Volantis and Braavos weren’t included in that weakness.

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