"Anga~"
"Ang-anga~"
When the dragon roars of Myracis and Urrax once again rang out over King's Landing, Danyla finally returned to the city she had not set foot in for three or four years.
Looking down at King's Landing, now even more prosperous than before, Danyla still felt a considerable swell of emotion.
Many of the city's slums had been cleared away completely, leaving the streets much cleaner and finally ridding King's Landing of its nickname, "the city of shit."
"Praise the Holy Flame Queen!"
The people praying before the gold-clad, Valyrian steel statue of Saint Dany in Great Sept Square immediately dropped to their knees upon seeing Danyla's dragons.
"Praise the Holy Flame Queen~"
"Praise the Holy Flame Queen~"
As House Targaryen's dragons grew ever more numerous, the Faith of the Seven now had to pay the royal house more than ten million gold dragons a year in Dragon Subsidy.
The wealth they had accumulated over thousands of years had long since been wrung dry by the royal house. Over the past few years in particular, the Faith of the Seven had run up debts of tens of millions of gold dragons to the royal treasury.
The new paper had indeed brought the Faith considerable income, but by the time they realized it was nothing more than poisoned bait Danyla had fed them, it was already too late.
Moreover, Danyla's religious reforms had greatly reduced the number of people who worshipped the Seven alone, leaving the Faith of the Seven utterly unable to make up its financial deficit.
The High Septon had also tried several times to persuade Daemon to abolish the agreement requiring the Faith to pay the Dragon Subsidy. But as someone who profited from it, how could Daemon possibly agree?
Only after repeated negotiations had he