Unlike House Hightower, which was steeped in gloom, Danyla had enjoyed a rare good night's sleep. Watching chest after chest of Hightower treasures being carried aboard her great ship filled her with an indescribable satisfaction.
The pleasure of cutting someone with a dull knife was indeed more addictive than unleashing her anger without restraint.
The tens of thousands of rioters' corpses in Weirwood Square had made everyone in House Hightower fully realize the might of House Targaryen's Great Dragons. Now, in Danyla's presence, they dared not put a single foot wrong.
The Earl of Hightower readily accepted Danyla's suggestion and hurriedly had his wife lead the family in packing their belongings and preparing several large ships for the journey to King's Landing.
Clearly, the pressure of facing the Great Dragons far outweighed whatever unknown dangers might await them in King's Landing.
"Emily, once we reach King's Landing, you'll have to put a great deal of care into looking after our family. You're a clever girl. See whether you can contact your second uncle. After all, he's still Hand of the King, isn't he?"
The Earl of Hightower gave these instructions to his clever eldest daughter in a low voice.
Emily solemnly promised him,
"Rest assured, Father. With me there, nothing will happen. It's better for us to leave early anyway. Watching those Great Dragons devour the rioters' corpses from the Hightower every day has terrified my younger brothers. They have nightmares every night."
"Father, you must take care of yourself while we're away, too. Remember, it's best not to do anything at all. At a time like this, the more you do, the more mistakes you're likely to make."
While House Hightower packed its belongings, Danyla went to Weirwood Square accompanied by Mungo and a squad of Unsullied.
By then,