King and King

Daenerys's ear-length silver hair, pure as moonlight, shimmered with a captivating golden sheen beneath the brilliant sun, as though The Gods had gently scattered a golden radiance over her.

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She raised her eyes to look at Harrenhal's gatehouse, as immense as the main keep, and said softly, "Thank you."

Daenerys and High Septon Zari headed toward the gate, followed by House Crabb's knights and soldiers in blue cloaks, as well as monks and nuns dressed in splendid silver robes.

The moment she stepped through the gate, Daenerys felt as though she had entered a deep cavern. The thickness of the walls was astonishing; she estimated them to be at least sixty feet thick.

Her gaze lingered over the cracked, faded stones, upon which the marks of time had been deeply etched. Every fissure seemed to tell a tale of days gone by. Her thoughts drifted, and she could not help recalling the history of Aegon the Conqueror's dragon burning King Harren to death with dragonfire.

Noticing Daenerys's gaze repeatedly flicking toward the murder holes above the passageway, High Septon Zari turned his head slightly and said in a low voice as they walked, "Princess Rhaella, the Great Sept is sacred ground. There is no need to preserve these structures that symbolize slaughter and bloodshed. They are remnants of war and violence, utterly contrary to the peace and charity we seek."

He sighed heavily. "Yet, as you can see, there are now far too many displaced refugees in urgent need of shelter, while Harrenhal offers relatively safe and spacious grounds... It is simply that we have far too few stonemasons and carpenters. They spend every day busily building homes for them and truly cannot spare themselves."

Daenerys's violet eyes stirred as she gently nodded. "High Septon, your decision