Beautiful Daenerys

"Standing before you is Daenerys Stormborn, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, ruler of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Princess of Dragonstone, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Meereen, Liberator of Astapor, Breaker of Yunkai's Chains, Crusher of Shackles, Tearer of Chains—"

Inside the palace, Daenerys's secretary and translator rattled off her long list of titles to Tyrion.

Tyrion didn't care much, but he didn't dare show any dissatisfaction.

Well-versed in aristocratic etiquette, he adjusted his enormous head to a suitable angle to secretly observe the ruler known as the Mother of Dragons.

It must be said that she is indeed a quintessential Targaryen.

Her silver hair was tied into a thick, long whip, which seemed to have gold and silver bells on it.

A delicate face, fair and radiant, carried a dignified air that had lost its youthful awkwardness.

As Targaryen, Daenerys's beauty was beyond question, and Tyrion himself admitted that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Even though the light was a bit dim and the distance was a little far, Tyrion, this seasoned lecher, could still appreciate Dany's beauty.

After Missandei, with her brown skin and golden eyes, finished reciting Daenerys's long list of titles, Daenerys asked, "Are you a Westeros?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, to be precise, I am still a Lannister."

"Lannister?" Daenerys's voice suddenly turned cold.

Especially her personal translator, who could almost clearly sense that Her Majesty the Queen was getting angry.

Tyrion was not unaware of the consequences of revealing his identity.

There is a deep-seated blood feud between the Lannister, Baratheon, and Targaryen.

If this Dragon Queen were even slightly unreasonable, she would have him killed on the spot.

He believed the young Bloodriders would be happy to serve his queen.

However, Tyrion also knew that concealing his identity would surely provoke the other party's disgust, a common flaw among rulers.

Now that he has clues that her dragon might have been ambushed, even if she wants to kill him, she'll have to wait until he finishes speaking.

Tyrion was confident that if he could get him to speak, he would have a chance.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—only the sound of breathing remained in the Throne Room.

Daenerys's sudden words startled Tyrion, making him shudder.

"You just said someone wants to harm my dragon, tell me more."

"Your Majesty, it's like this. I just saw you grant compensation to a shepherd father whose daughter was killed by a dragon. What I want to say is that his daughter's death may have nothing to do with your dragon."

"Go on?"

Daenerys, seated on her throne, clutched the lion skin beneath her, a keepsake left by her husband Drogo. Whenever she felt uneasy or threatened, she would grasp the skin or wrap it around herself, as if the powerful man were still by her side, and she would regain her sense of security.

Tyrion said he saw the shepherd father and he seemed very unwell.

If his daughter had truly died, he should have held onto her remains, not his money pouch.

Another point of suspicion is that he glanced back at Dany's palace, but his face showed not anger but guilt.

Tyrion believed his daughter had not died from the dragon's Dragonfire.

"Your Majesty, I believe it's highly likely that someone is exploiting your kindness, hoping to gain your sympathy through the tragic plight of these slaves, your current subjects. Perhaps once you imprison the dragon, they will—"

After all, if dragons roam freely in the wild and under the sky, it is difficult for anyone to harm them.

On the contrary, locking them up would give some people a chance to do something.

Tyrion cited the example of "Dance of the Dragons of the Dragonpit.

As the name suggests, Dragonpit is where the Targaryen keep their dragons.

However, during the Dance of the Dragons, the Dragonpit also restricted the dragon's flight, and the incited mob killed the adult dragons in the Dragonpit!

Tyrion loves dragons, so naturally he knows a lot about their history.

His statement alarmed Daenerys.

Although he had conquered the three city-states of Slaver's Bay by force, these slave owners were not completely conquered. On the surface, they gave up armed resistance, but in private, they caused him trouble at every turn.

Lately, news of the Sons of the Harpy causing trouble has been frequently reported, and her Unsullied have suffered considerable losses.

Tyrion's reminder was indeed a wake-up call.

Daenerys then summoned her Bloodriders and ordered them to investigate the matter.

Seeing that she had accepted his suggestion, Tyrion pressed his advantage, and before Daenerys could ask about the Lannister, he began to talk about his own family affairs.

He told Daenerys about the War of the Five Kings, saying that he had used Wildfire to burn down the Usurper's fleet, which pleased the dragon queen.

After all, if a storm hadn't destroyed the Dragonstone fleet back then, Stannis wouldn't have been able to attack Dragonstone so quickly, and the Targaryen might have had some room to recover.

He then recounted Robert was gored to death by a boar and how Cersei cuckolded him.

In short, do whatever makes the Dragon Queen happy.

And it certainly had an effect. Although Daenerys didn't laugh out loud, Tyrion's comical narration and performance eased the atmosphere in the hall considerably.

Finally, Tyrion revealed his true intentions.

"Your Majesty, my Casterly Rock is now occupied by a bastard. I hope that one day, after you reclaim the Iron Throne, I will also be able to reclaim Casterly Rock for the Lannister. Until then, I will be fully loyal to you, and after I reclaim Casterly Rock, the House Lannister will never betray you." Tyrion spoke with great passion, and at the same time, he knelt down on one knee before her.

Daenerys began, "I believe you are indeed Lannister, because my Viserys once told me—"

She didn't repeat Viserys's exact words, but she still confirmed Tyrion's identity.

Daenerys could sense that Tyrion was a capable man; if he weren't the bastard Stark mentioned, he would almost certainly have held onto King's Landing.

This piqued Daenerys' interest in Jon, the bastard he mentioned, which was exactly what Tyrion wanted. He had been trying to piqu Daenerys ' interest in Jon without following the conventional narrative and explaining Jon to her in a specific way.

"How about this, you dine with me and tell me about that illegitimate child."

"It is my honor, Your Majesty."

To be able to dine with the Queen on their very first meeting—that's Tyrion's ability.

Furthermore, after learning Tyrion's identity, Daenerys also had to invite Barristan to dine with her.

Since joining her side, this old Kingsguard had been diligent and devoted, wholeheartedly serving Daenerys's cause of restoring her kingdom.

Most importantly, it allows Barristan to oversee the process.

However, to her surprise, Barristan also brought her a man— Griffin, or rather, Jon Connington.

Daenerys was even happier after learning that Connington was actually her father's Hand of the King and had even defeated Robert.

With such a person helping me, putting aside the matter of restoring my kingdom, at least pacifying Slaver's Bay shouldn't be a problem.

Daenerys was pleased and had her maid Becky pour them a glass of wine.

The voluptuous Becky was instantly captivated by Connington, who was robust, polite, and possessed an air of aristocracy and world-weariness.

After a brief introduction, Tyrion began to recount the earth-shattering Battle for King's Landing.

Connington himself had heard about Jon's exploits, but Tyrion was practically a firsthand witness, so he went into much more detail.

He would also secretly observe Daenerys while he was telling the story.

I noticed that she looked exactly like a fifteen or sixteen-year- Maiden when she was listening to the story.

Who would have thought that such Maiden had already experienced marriage, pregnancy, miscarriage, widowhood, and becoming a queen?

Those Roland eyes no longer held weariness, only longing for their hometown.

It even looks somewhat cute.

At the same time, thinking about her past makes one feel sorry for her.

"It seems this Jon is indeed quite extraordinary," the translator Missandei interjected.

"In terms of military prowess alone, I think he even surpasses me and Ser Connington." Barristan also gave Jon a very high evaluation.

In his view, at least the divine battles that Jon fought were ones that he himself could not fight.

Connington agreed with this.

Jon's fighting style seemed utterly unconventional to him.

"Your Majesty," Tyrion said to Daenerys, "Jon and his brother Robb are both very talented military men, and he is also very loyal to Stannis. If you were to reclaim the Iron Throne, Jon would be a formidable opponent."

He still wanted to use the Dragon Queen's influence to help him reclaim Casterly Rock, which would force Jon to die under the Dragonfire.

"This Jon is indeed powerful, but his foundation is weak, just like mine in Slaver's Bay," Daenerys said with great precision, as if struck by a sudden inspiration.

Jon's formidable military capabilities are like his own dragon.

"The Westerlands have been under Lannister rule for over a thousand years. Without the support of the Reach, he couldn't have taken control of the situation in such a short time. But if I arrive in Westeros, do you think the Reach will continue to support Jon against me?" Daenerys asked with a smile.

These were words her brother often mentioned to her: as soon as they returned to Westeros, Tyrell and Martell would immediately raise the banner of House Targaryen.

"Sirs, I think our priority now should be to stabilize Slaver's Bay. After all, I can't exactly go back with three dragons, can I? What do you say?"