Before long, Mezzo led Viserys and Daenerys inside.
The brother and sister stepped into the magnificent Iron Throne Hall, their faces filled with awe.
Viserys instinctively tried to raise his chin, but when his gaze met the young Eastern King on the Iron Throne, an invisible pressure tightened his throat.
He forced down the anger that had accumulated during his long confinement in Crown Town and managed what he considered a fitting smile. "Your esteemed Majesty, good day. May I ask why you summoned my sister and me?"
Deep in his eyes flickered an urgent longing to reclaim his kingdom.
Liu Qian dispensed with pleasantries and went straight to the point. "Prince Viserys, I have decided to support your campaign to reclaim your kingdom."
Viserys abruptly stiffened. Then tremendous delight surged through him, instantly flushing his cheeks and neck.
He nearly jumped, his voice shrill with excitement. "Your Majesty, how many troops will you give me? Ten thousand or twenty thousand? When do we leave?"
"Patience, Prince."
Liu Qian raised a hand, a faint smile on his face. "My support comes with a condition."
"A condition?"
Viserys paused, then patted his thin chest and hastily assured him, "Name it! So long as it is within my power as Viserys Targaryen, I will give everything-"
Liu Qian shifted his gaze to Daenerys, who stood half a step behind Viserys.
The girl seemed to sense something. Her slender body tensed almost imperceptibly, and a trace of trembling entered her purple eyes.
Liu Qian smiled. "I want your sister, Daenerys Targaryen, to marry me and become my queen."
"What?!"
Viserys blurted out in surprise, but all the astonishment on his face was instantly replaced by delight.
All he had to give was his sister, and in exchange he would receive the full support