"The more beautiful the woman, the more she desires Aenar." Daenerys' conclusions about all the women around her husband.
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"I hope the journey was pleasant, Lord Tyrell." Daenerys, sitting in the main seat in the feasting hall, looked at Mace Tyrell, Lord Paramount of Mander and asked with an elegant and courteous.
"The journey was good, Your Grace. Especially in the Crownlands, where all the Noble Houses allowed us to pass without any problems." Mance, wearing a green and gold outfit, replied with a respectful tone. He looked at the young queen and couldn't help but sigh that the gods really did have their favorites.
Daenerys' eyes narrowed with satisfaction listening to Mace's words, although the journey had been quiet because of the huge army, the goodwill of the Noble Houses showed that they were leaning towards House Targaryen.
That was good news.
"The journey was good for you, Mace." Olenna said with a sarcastic tone. My old bones are aching by now."
"The famous Queen of Thorns, I presume?" Looking at the harmless-looking old woman, Daenerys asked curiously.
"The Mother of Dragons, I presume?" Instead of answering Daenerys' words, Olenna countered the queen's words with a smile as she took a sip of wine.
"Certainly, I went into the fire and came out of it with my three sons." Daenerys replied with a smile, not feeling offended by something so trivial.
"You Targaryens really are mad." Olenna couldn't help but sigh when she heard Daenerys' words. Who in their right mind would enter the fire of their own free will?
Merik, who had been listening in silence, drew his sword, the man's eyes staring at the old woman with a cold, slightly murderous gaze.
"Watch your words, the King must not be insulted." He said, looking at Olenna. As soon as he spoke, all the Sardaukar present looked at Olenna with rather rude looks. They were the King's Personal Guard, trained to absolute obedience. How could they stand by in the face of such insults to the king.
Olenna glanced at the hundreds of soldiers wearing golden masks, she couldn't help but notice the reverent and respectful tone in which they spoke to the King. It wasn't the reverence of a vassal towards a king, but the reverence of a mortal towards a God.
"So it's true, an army of fanatics." Olenna muttered, looking at the soldiers who stared at her with a cold gaze. She really wanted to ask how Aenar managed to get an entire religion to consider him a god.
That was what really frightened Olenna, she could imagine that the King wanted to indoctrinate the entire continent, but it involved a war of faith that would simply be more deadly and murderous than any other war Westeros had ever seen.
"I hope you won't be offended, Lady Olenna. The boys are very protective of my husband." Daenerys waved her hand for everyone to put their swords away and spoke to Olenna with a calm gaze, looking directly into the woman's eyes.
"Loyalty must be recognized." Olenna commented, looking at her nephew, who had been silent until now. The Redwyne Fleet was indeed one of the hidden dangers to House Tyrell in the Reach.
Paxter certainly noticed the subtlety in his aunt's words and flashed a helpless smile. What could he do in this situation? Give up the strength of House Redwyne? That was impossible, he would never throw away the accumulation of hundreds of years, even if it was for House Tyrell, the Feudal Lord of House Redwyne.
So Paxter just sipped his wine in silence, pretending not to hear Olenna's insinuation.
Daenerys wasn't angry about it, she was just pleased with House Tyrell's weakness, only so House Tyrell would be loyal to House Targaryen, because without them, Mace would never be enough to control the whole of the Reach.
"When does Your Grace plan to join the King on the battlefield?" Margaery asked with a gentle smile as she looked at Daenerys.
Daenerys couldn't help but narrow her eyes dangerously at the sight of the girl. Margaery gave her the impression that she was seeing another Arianne, except for the difference in skin color. One was a desert fox and the other a forest fox.
In her green eyes, Daenerys saw a look of longing, mixed with many things, including a lust that Margaery didn't even bother to hide!
"You womanizer, you provoke women everywhere!!!" Daenerys muttered in a voice only she could hear.
"We're not going to the battlefield, Lady Margaery." Daenerys replied with a gentle smile and hid her hostility towards the girl. She didn't want to show anger or jealousy towards a woman like Margaery, she wouldn't give that feeling of superiority to the White Rose of House Tyrell.
However, Daenerys wasn't lying when she said she wouldn't go to the battlefield in the Riverlands. If she did go to the battlefield, there was no way the logistics could provide food and supplies for so many soldiers. However, that didn't mean that she would stand by while the war took place, she had another goal.
The Faith of the Seven!
While Aenar fought in the Riverlands, Daenerys focused her gaze on Old Town, she wanted to invade the city and personally kill the High Septon in front of the citizens of King's Landing. Thus weakening the power of religion in the eyes of all.
Since the man had dared to re-establish the Militant Faith, which had been banned since the reign of Jaehaerys I, the Old King, she was justified in seeking the head of the holiest man in the Seven Kingdoms!
Just as Daenerys was about to continue, the doors to the ballroom opened and a woman wearing a red and black dress with long white hair entered.
It was Rhaella.
Apart from Daenerys, everyone stood up and greeted the widowed queen, even Olenna rose from her chair to show her respect. There was no way she couldn't respect what she had done, the queen had been through a lot and had stayed alive and looked after her daughters, that alone deserved the Queen of Pimples' respect.
"My Queen."
"There's no need for formality, I'm not queen anymore, my daughters are." Rhaella hadn't cared for formality for a long time, she preferred a more casual conversation, although she thought that was impossible given that people treated her with the utmost respect when they discovered her identity. At least that's how it was in Westeros.
"I see you're still well, Olenna." Rhaella looked at the Queen of Thorns and greeted the woman with a smile. She still remembered the first time she met the famous Olenna Redwyne, the woman who had dared to question the king in front of many nobles.
Rhaella's nine-year-old mind at the time found this incredible and she nurtured a great admiration for the woman.
"Is being old considered being well?" Olenna replied sarcastically as she looked at the woman who was totally different from the last time she had seen her. Rhaella was no longer a dragon in chains and with her fire put out by her husband, but a dragon who could fly in the sky.
"Certainly not." Rhaella commented with a smile. The woman hadn't changed at all, she was still as sarcastic as could be.
Rhaella sat down next to Daenerys and drank a glass of wine, to moisten her dry throat from the long flight on her dragon.
"You haven't even bathed, you smell like a dragon, mother." Noticing the smell of sulphur, Daenerys whispered to her mother in an amused tone.
"I wanted to see if you were behaving properly for a queen." Rhaella whispered back to her daughter, who seemed dissatisfied with her words.
"Well? Am I a worthy queen in your eyes?" Daenerys commented with a touch of anger, noticing that her mother was treating her like a child again.
Although she knew the reason for her daughter's anger, Rhaella didn't care. No matter how old Daenerys got, in her eyes, her daughter would always be the little girl who hid in her bed on stormy nights.
"Don't treat me like a child, I'm a married woman and a queen." Daenerys whispered with a proud tone, full of dissatisfaction with the way Rhaella was treating her.
"A woman and a queen who haven't consummated their marriage." Rhaella replied sarcastically, looking amusedly at her daughter.
"Humph!" Snorting coldly, Daenerys looked at her mother and spoke maliciously. "Believe it or not, I'm going to marry you off to Lord Velaryon."
Rhaella flashed an equally mischievous smile and spoke. "Believe it or not, I'm going to throw some women into Aenar's bed."
The quarrel between the two women went unnoticed by everyone, they just imagined that mother and daughter were chatting happily.
Daenerys' smile stiffened at her mother's words.
"You win." She spoke with a dejected tone.
Rhaella looked proudly at her daughter and smiled in satisfaction. In terms of eloquence, Daenerys was far from her equal!-------------
Note: It was supposed to be updated yesterday, but I was asleep all day because I was sick. Another thing, the chapters after chapter 208 will be two thousand words long.
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