"Don't underestimate the mind of a woman, especially the mind of a queen." Rhaenys Targaryen looking at the innocent and sweet Daenerys.
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Rhaenys, Daenerys and Rhaella were in the same room, accompanied by Titus, who looked like an immovable mountain of steel, always protecting the three women.
Rhaenys was silent after listening to Daenerys' entire explanation, her eyes were completely devoid of emotion and warmth, there was only a vast coldness permeating her gaze, making it more frightening than ever.
"Control your emotions, don't let them control you. What's the difference between you and an animal that's driven only by instinct?" Rhaenys repeated Aenar's words to himself, who had taught him to control his emotions.
However, Rhaenys was far from being able to control her emotions like Aenar, and the girl felt herself getting angrier and angrier at the thought of being hundreds of meters away from the phony who dared to use her brother's identity.
Daenerys looked at Rhaenys' inexpressive face and admired how cold the woman could be in the face of such a thing. If she were Rhaenys, she would be calm, but probably unable to control her anger.
After all, if feelings were so easy to control, it wouldn't be a rare skill even on Earth, where soldiers and spies spent decades of rigorous and intense training under various situations of extreme stress, to finally manage to control their emotions.
"What do you want to do?" Rhaenys asked, looking at Daenerys. Knowing the sordid mind of the girl before her, she knew that a dark plan had already formed in Daenerys' mind.
"We'll destroy his heart, his mind and then his body, we'll make him regret being born into this world." Daenerys commented while smiling innocently.
However, her face soon turned serious. "I don't want to delay the attack on Old Town, I want that city and House Hightower destroyed until ashes rain down from the sky like raindrops."
"And because of the Golden Company?" Rhaenys asked with a cold stare. An army of twenty thousand experienced men really was a great danger.
"Danger?" Daenerys seemed to hear a funny joke. "Aegon thinks the Golden Company is his trump card, but he's forgotten something."
"My husband is the king and I'm the queen, I can remove the punishment from the Golden Company and make the Golden Company my army on the condition that they abandon Aegon." Daenerys said, narrowing her eyes playfully. "I'm really looking forward to how Aegon will react when everyone he trusts abandons him, when the whole world turns against him and finally, when he becomes hostage to his own mind.
Rhaenys thought she was cruel enough, as she planned to torture Aegon until he begged to be killed, but after hearing what Daenerys wanted to do to Aegon, she thought she was an innocent little white rabbit compared to Daenerys.
The girl in front of her may have been young, but her means were crueler than many men considered cold and indifferent.
Fortunately, Daenerys only showed this cruel and sadistic face to her enemies, because Rhaenys would be afraid to go to sleep and never wake up!
"What happened to your hair, Rhaenys?" Seeing the atmosphere looking more and more like a den of thieves and conspirators, Rhaella quickly changed the subject. From what she remembered, Rhaenys had brown hair, but now her hair sported a noble silver color.
Touching her own hair, Rhaenys wrapped a lock around her finger and spoke in a gentler tone, although it was still cold and slightly hoarse. "When I went through the blood ritual with Visenya, Aenar asked me if I wanted to change anything, I said my hair."
An expression of disbelief appeared on the faces of Daenerys and Rhaella, who both looked at Rhaenys in shock. They had personally seen the power of someone who had undergone the Blood Rite.
"What powers have you gained?" Daenerys asked with a tone of envy. She wanted to get back into Aenar's arms as soon as possible, especially after learning that Visenya and Rhaenys had undergone the Blood Ritual, something she had always wanted.
"Creation and Manipulation of Precious Metals." Rhaenys was proud of her powers. With these powers, she wasn't afraid of not having power in the Court, after all, she was practically the one who would sustain the Imperial Machine while Space Exploration had yet to be born.
Daenerys craved this power more and more, she wondered what power she would awaken by undergoing Aenar's blood ritual.
"You look like a complete mixture of your father and mother." Rhaella commented with a gentle tone, looking at the beautiful princess with silver hair and olive skin. She could see some features similar to Rhaegar's and Ellia's on the young woman.
A smile appeared on Rhaenys' lips as she listened to her grandmother's words, and she touched her skin and hair with a touch of more affection, as if remembering her parents.
"Let's go to the feasting hall, I want to see how things are going." Daenerys spoke, rising from her seat. Although she had just eaten, who said she couldn't go to the feasting hall to see everyone eating again?
Rhaella and Rhaenys nodded and got up from their respective chairs.
"Titus, did you sense anything suspicious?" Rhaenys looked at Titus, who was following them, and asked with a serious tone. Before coming to King's Landing, Aenar had said that there was a small chance of something extraordinary happening. Although it was low, the chances were not zero.
"So far no trace of magic has been felt throughout the city, although the ruins of the Great Sept of Baelor still reek of the divine power of the God of the Seven Faces." Titus answered without any hesitation, his tone incomparably serious and calm.
He was sent to protect Daenerys and Rhaella, how could he allow anything foul to harm the Queen and the Dowager Queen. So young Titus scoured the whole of King's Landing for any trace of magic or divine power.
In the process, he discovered some remnants of the Cult of the Sparrow, which he exterminated without any difficulty. Not only that, he even found a statue of the Essos God of Death in the harbor, the owners of which were found and killed.
Titus was determined to kill anyone related to the gods because he knew that these believers could be receptacles for the gods, so he couldn't allow these offenders to remain alive to cause chaos and death.
All three women listened in silence to Titus' report and Daenerys finally spoke. "Make another sweep of King's Landing, offer a hundred golden dragons for any clue related to the God of the Seven Faces or any other god of Essos and a thousand golden dragons if they personally hand over the criminal."
Daenerys didn't believe that people would protect and cover up these criminals in the face of such a large sum of money. A hundred golden dragons might not seem like much when compared to the exorbitant sums used in Robert's Tournaments, but it was enough for commoners to live a quiet life for decades.
A thousand golden dragons could allow a family to finally rise to nobility by buying a knighthood from a lesser noble!
(About forty thousand gold dragons, that was just the reward, the cost of his monthly tournaments would probably come to a hundred or a hundred and fifty thousand gold dragons. I have to say, Tywin had a very good reputation for the Iron Bank to lend out so much money).
"You're doing better in your role as queen, you're using your power and influence well to achieve your goals." Rhaella praised Daenerys unstintingly, she had seen for herself how Daenerys had developed over the months and was more than satisfied. Her daughter seemed born to rule.
Daenerys was proud of her mother's praise, hearing it from the woman she considered most important was very nice.
Seeing the proud look on her face, Rhaella added with a slightly irritated tone. "But you're still running away from bureaucracy."
Originally, Rhaella wouldn't be angry about something like this, but when Daenerys was absent from her work, it was her who took over!
It was only after ruling King's Landing that she understood why many men went bald; the accumulated stress and anger was extremely irritating. She even noticed some wrinkles appearing at the corner of her eyes, which made her resent Daenerys' escape even more.
Daenerys looked guilty, but the guilt soon disappeared. She was the queen and it was her vassals' duty to help her rule, what was wrong with running away from some boring and very annoying affairs of state? Especially involving pointless disputes between nobles.
"I'll help you, Grandma." Although she preferred war, Rhaenys didn't hesitate to help her grandmother, seeing that she was overwhelmed with duties.
"Thank you, dear." Rhaella didn't hesitate to accept her granddaughter's help with a smile and a guilty look on her face.
Rhaella planned to leave everything to her granddaughter and have a few days' vacation to relax. Rhaenys was unaware that she had fallen into her grandmother's trap and chatted with a slightly happier look on her face, although from the look on her face, anyone could tell that she was in a bad mood.
Arriving at the feasting hall, many lords were eating breakfast while chatting among themselves. Daenerys could see that there were many factions within these nobles, of which the strongest nobles were the leaders. These same leaders were vassals of the powerful nobles.
A world within a world, a struggle for power and interests. Deaths were so common among these landless nobles that even Daenerys, in less than a month in control of King's Landing, tried at least five murder cases.
Murders that were covered up by the "fair and glorious duel between nobles". Honestly, what she saw made her extremely sick of these landless nobles, they were like parasites sucking money out of the court. Unfortunately, Daenerys couldn't kill these nobles or King's Landing would cease to function.
Daenerys finally understood why Aenar wanted to create schools to educate the children in Essos. He was creating a solid foundation for the future rule of House Targaryen. All knowledge was in the hands of wealthy nobles and merchants, commoners couldn't even write their own names. How could she control the city with commoners who couldn't even write or count?
So, even though she wanted to kill these nobles, she didn't, because these parasites were necessary for the city to continue operating smoothly.
The arrival of the three women caught everyone's attention, but their gaze was fixed on the young woman with silver hair and olive skin. Unlike Rhaella and Daenerys, who had a slender, delicate beauty without many curves, Rhaenys was the opposite, her body was a sight for sore eyes for all the men present, especially her full breasts.
Noticing this, Rhaenys, who was already in a bad mood, drew her Dark Sister and walked towards the main table with a sombre expression. Looking at the Valyrian steel blade, the lustful and covetous glances disappeared in an instant.
Although seeing a beautiful woman was pleasant, being alive was more important.
Seeing that her actions had the effect she wanted, Rhaenys put Dark Sister back in its sheath and sat down in one of the seats next to Daenerys. House Tyrell, who had seen the silver dragon arrive in King's Landing, knew that the princess had arrived and had given up the seat on Daenerys' left, where Mace had originally been sitting.
"You look like your mother, princess." Olenna commented when she saw the exotic appearance and body that didn't resemble any conventional Targaryen.
"Are you the famous Queen of Thorns? Aenar speaks very highly of you." Looking at the small, harmless old woman in front of her, Rhaenys really couldn't imagine that a seemingly harmless old woman would have such a prestigious reputation in Westeros.
"Just a fragile reputation in the face of overwhelming power." Olenna replied with a sarcastic smile.
Rhaenys nodded, Olenna was talking about the dragons, but the princess herself knew that the greatest strength of House Targaryen was not the dragons, but Aenar himself.
"It seems the Corpse Snatcher has arrived." Rhaenys' expression turned cold as she heard Daenerys' whisper in her ear.
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