On May 5, 101 of the Conquest Era, Earl Hightower, his wife, and all the surviving Hightowers gathered in the lounge to the right of the shrine to the Seven in the Hightower.
House Hightower had once boasted abundant offspring. Now, apart from a roomful of women, only Earl Hightower and four young boys remained.
The eastern sky was already growing pale. Holding the Dawn Sword, Danyla surveyed the roomful of women, children, and elderly people and could not help saying,
"My lord, you should let the ladies and children get some rest first! With me and my Great Dragon here, the Hightower will be safe. Once we have settled our business, I can also help you suppress the riots in Oldtown."
After a night of turmoil, everyone was frightened and thoroughly exhausted, so they all took their leave. Only Emily stayed behind, offering to attend to Earl Hightower and Danyla.
"It is getting late, Earl Hightower. Show me your sincerity. Smoke hangs over every corner of Oldtown, and innocent people are dying with every passing moment. The longer this drags on, the worse House Hightower's position will become."
Earl Hightower exchanged a glance with his eldest daughter, Emily, and finally made up his mind.
"If Your Highness will grant us your protection and support, House Hightower is willing to pay any price!"
The corners of Danyla's mouth lifted slightly at his words.
"My lord, the Valyrian sword in my hand is called Dawnlight. It was only recently reforged. Another Valyrian steel sword was forged alongside it, named Dark Night."
"The meaning is that dawn breaks in the darkest hour!"
"If House Hightower truly poses no threat to House Targaryen's rule, then naturally, I am willing to deliver you from the darkness!"
"So long as House Hightower can meet my