Once the ceremony ended, the guests were led to the rear hall to enjoy a feast.
Illyrio approached Liu Qian with light steps, bringing the Targaryen siblings with him.
He bowed deeply, his voice sweet as honey. "Your Majesty, I am Illyrio Mopatis, a merchant from Pentos. Your bearing at your coronation was truly impressive. Might you have a moment to allow me to introduce the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, His Majesty Viserys
Targaryen, the Third of His Name."
Viserys drew a deep breath and tried to puff out his scrawny chest, attempting to imitate a king's majesty. "King of Tyrosh, the Seven Kingdoms are now under the Usurper's unlawful rule. He stole the throne that rightfully belongs to me and has even tried to have me assassinated... Since we share an enemy, we can join forces against the Usurper, Robert Baratheon... My sister carries the noble blood of House Targaryen. She will be your queen and bear you children of the True Dragon."
Viserys pulled Daenerys over.
Daenerys had been enjoying the food. Half a honey-roasted sausage still remained in her mouth, not yet swallowed, and grease glistened at the corners of her lips.
Being abruptly pushed in front of Liu Qian made her blush scarlet.
When Viserys saw the sausage in Daenerys's hand, his face instantly darkened, and he hurriedly snatched it away.
He cursed inwardly.
Damn it, I forgot to tell her not to eat.
The delegation from the Seven Kingdoms, enjoying their food nearby, saw the entire scene clearly.
Several gazes immediately shot toward them.
Duke Eddard Stark, in particular, fixed an icy stare on Viserys.
Littlefinger elegantly sipped his wine, a hint of amusement curling his lips. His voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for the surrounding tables to hear clearly.