"What about you? Judging by your clothes, you must be a Dragonstone local, aren't you?"
Danyla turned her gaze to the middle-aged, silver-haired man and questioned him coldly.
"Your... Your Highness, my name is Gaemon. I was born and raised in Fisherman's Village."
Gaemon hung his head low, not daring to let Danyla see his face.
"Gaemon? How interesting! You dare use that name on Dragonstone? Now I'm rather curious about your story."
The silver-haired Gaemon naturally heard the mockery and displeasure in Danyla's voice, so he hurriedly knelt before her, pressing his forehead to the ground.
"I... I am descended from a bastard of Gaemon Targaryen, the second head of House Targaryen after its arrival on Dragonstone."
"Oh! So you have House Targaryen Bloodline. No wonder you're dressed so much more respectably than ordinary folk."
At that, Danyla's voice grew even colder.
"If you're descended from a Targaryen bastard, why did you conspire with outsiders to steal House Targaryen's Great Dragon?"
"A traitor like you is even more despicable than those foreign scoundrels!"
Danyla's sudden rise in volume frightened Gaemon into pleading over and over.
"Your Highness, Your Highness! Have mercy!"
"I only saw that they were wealthy and served as their guide! I truly had no idea they would be so outrageously bold as to try to steal House Targaryen's Great Dragon!"
"I'm innocent, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
Having established what had happened, Danyla could no longer be bothered to watch Gaemon's insincere performance. She waved for her Personal Guard to take them all away and lock them in the dungeon.
Then she instructed Cameron,
"Settle Princess Senyra's three bastards in the Manor for now. Keep them under close watch, and don't let word get out."
"As for Gaemon and the others, put them all in the dungeon.