Danyla now had a solid power base. With a few more years of careful development, she would have a secure rear guard, and then her road to supremacy would begin.
Although she disliked resorting to violence lightly to solve problems and had considerable compassion for the common people.
She had spent so many years painstakingly scheming her way to her current identity and standing that she would no longer compromise easily.
Even if it was her respected Great-Grandfather, even if she had already seen through his true intentions, she had no intention of playing along this time. She now had the strength and prestige to refuse.
Having made her position clear, Danyla took to the skies on her dragon, carrying her younger sister Senylla on several circuits above King's Landing.
Little Seynella's true dragon blood was undeniably impressive. She was barely a month old, yet magical energy already stirred within her. Even Danyla's own younger sister Vinylla fell a little short of her.
Watching Danyla break free of his game just like that, King Jaehaerys looked increasingly satisfied. As the Good King who had ruled Westeros for decades, how could Jaehaerys fail to recognize Danyla's ambition?
But in this world, a woman with great aspirations faced far greater difficulties than an equally ambitious man. Danyla had already built a respectable power base, and the great dragons under her command were a supreme force that no one in this world could withstand.
Yet for someone truly powerful, strength alone was not enough. What mattered most was the heart of a conqueror.
Danyla's declaration immediately disheartened many of the houses' heirs. These young nobles had pursued her so feverishly before, but all their talk of beauty and character was hollow. What they truly coveted was nothing more than the wealth and great