Liu Qian paid no further attention to the uproar. He left everything to Mezzo, Rollo, and Chai Yi, who had transformed into "Jorah," while he began preparing for the coronation.
Time passed slowly.
As noon approached, all the guests in the gardens were led into the Palace, inlaid with jewels and colorful shells, as though stars had fallen upon it.
The scent of precious spices filled the hall.
The guests held their breath, standing in orderly rows on either side of a path laid with a deep red Myrish carpet.
Illyrio led the still-shaken Targaryen siblings into the Palace.
Daenerys found herself staring at the Palace, so lavishly and elegantly decorated.
Stained glass filled the towering stone windows, spilling shafts of multicolored light that flowed across the floor into a sea of dreams.
Huge tapestries, painstakingly woven by Myrish artisans, hung on the stone walls to either side, their blues and purples like the deep night sky, their reds and greens like blazing gems.
Above, golden reliefs on the vaulted ceiling glowed with a soft, sacred radiance beneath carefully arranged lighting.
At the end of that deep red carpet, the focus of countless eyes, stood a breathtaking throne.
It had been carved from a single block of pure, flawless white marble.
Every inch of its surface was inlaid with countless glittering jewels and round pearls, refracting the light into mesmerizing rainbows.
Behind the throne hung an enormous golden banner, embroidered with a blood-red Great Dragon spreading its wings and roaring.
This was the kingdom and family coat of arms Liu Qian had designed himself. The gold symbolized the Golden Dragon he transformed into, while the red represented his future mount, that red Dragon.
Daenerys's gaze lingered over this splendor with a young girl's wonder.
At that very moment.
A magnificent