Viserys's screams echoed fitfully through the mansion's corridors, like those of a beast caught in a trap.
Every sound was filled with pain and despair.
Daenerys sat on the soft bed, holding an old book she had found in a Good Master's study. Its pages contained poems from Valyria.
Yet she could not take in a single word.
Those screams left her unsettled.
She knew her brother deserved his punishment.
His madness and stupidity had long since worn away the last shred of Targaryen dignity.
There was nothing wrong with what Lynn had done.
Even though she had been sold like a slave.
But... he was still her brother.
Daenerys put down the book and stood.
She knew she should not go, much less plead for mercy.
She could not put Lynn in a difficult position.
She just... wanted Viserys to suffer less.
Though Missandei was no longer a slave, she still worked as diligently as a serving girl.
Seeing Daenerys rise, the clever girl immediately understood what she intended to do.
She followed closely as Daenerys left the room.
Soon, the two of them found Jorah Mormont.
"Ser, are there any physicians in the city?"
Jorah Mormont looked into her violet eyes, filled with inner conflict.
"Lord Lynn will be angry if you do this."
A flicker of panic crossed Daenerys's eyes.
"But he is still my brother."
Jorah fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
"You must speak to his lordship about this first."
"If he agrees, there will be no problem."
"Some slaves learned a little medicine while serving their masters. I can find one."
Missandei faithfully carried out the order.
Lynn was not angry when he heard the message Missandei brought.
He merely waved a hand, indicating that there was no need to trouble him