Daenerys forced a smile onto her face. She felt like a fool.
A fool who had eagerly come all the way from distant Essos to Westeros, ready to stake her claim.
She had practiced her smile throughout the journey, prepared countless things to say, and imagined countless confrontations with that "one and only" romantic rival.
Yet never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that this was the "grand spectacle" awaiting her.
One rival?
No. One, two, three... she had already lost count.
The women before her came in every shape and size, each with her own charms.
Some possessed the elegance and nobility of northern aristocrats, some were wild and untamed, and one had the mysterious allure of a priestess of the Red God.
She even... spotted that legendary blonde Queen whose beauty had brought ruin to the realm, Cersei Lannister.
Every one of them could make any man fall at her feet.
And now, they were all looking at her with scrutiny, curiosity, and amusement.
As though she were a little animal that had wandered into their territory.
Wasn't this supposed to be... just for an alliance?
At this rate, he looked ready to ally himself with every beauty in Westeros!
Her body trembled slightly. Tears instantly clouded her violet eyes as hurt and anger intertwined.
Lynn felt the girl beside him stiffen, and inwardly thought, This is bad.
This romantic minefield had erupted far more violently than he had imagined.
"Ahem."
Lynn cleared his throat, trying to break the atmosphere, which had nearly frozen solid with awkwardness.
But before he could speak...
Daenerys suddenly took a deep breath.
She released her tight grip on Lynn's sleeve and straightened her back.
The hurt and anger on her face vanished in an instant, replaced once more by a Queen's