The Steward quickly brought in a Maid, who began to clean and apply ointment to Daenerys's swollen ankle.
Viserys seemed unconcerned, not even glancing at it. He simply walked to the window with his hands clasped behind his back, seemingly gazing at the scenery of the Narrow Sea outside.
No one knew what expression Viserys wore at the moment. He wasn't looking at the sea at all. His face was dark, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
The sea breeze stirred the thin silk curtains at the window, making them billow gently.
When the sound of the Maid finishing with Daenerys's ankle subsided, Viserys turned around.
He wore no expression, and didn't speak, just quietly looked in Daenerys's direction – something unexpected had occurred, requiring him to respond flexibly and adjust his plans accordingly.
The Maid finished packing up: "You should rest as much as possible, and not get out of bed, my lady."
Daenerys whispered, "Thank you."
The maid smiled slightly, picked up her things, and left.
Viserys's gaze followed the maid until it landed on the Steward standing at the door.
The maid walked out.
The Steward naturally noticed Viserys's attention. He paused, then nodded respectfully to Viserys and Daenerys separately. "Honored guests, Miss, call for me if you need anything. I won't disturb you." With that, he also went out and closed the door.
Viserys didn't speak immediately. He walked around the room, went to the table, picked up an upside-down cup, and filled it. Daenerys's room water pitcher contained lemonade.
Then Viserys, holding the cup, walked up to Daenerys, offered it to her, and after much deliberation, he asked, "How are you feeling, Daenerys?"
Viserys's sudden concern made Daenerys very puzzled. She replied timidly, "Um, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Oh," Viserys uttered, the sound meaningless. Then, he asked, "Daenerys, tell me, do you feel anything...else?" Viserys crouched down, staring intently at her face. "Do you have some sort of... strange feeling?"
Daenerys had no idea what Viserys was talking about, but she knew he wasn't concerned about her sore feet. A nameless fear welled up inside her, and she whispered, "What?"
Viserys saw only fear and confusion in her expression. He seemed to be confirming something. "I'm asking," he said, extending his hand and pointing at Daenerys's arm, "do you feel anything here?"
That was where Viserys had been holding her when he helped her earlier.
Viserys hadn't done anything, and his attitude was even better than before, yet the fear inside Daenerys inexplicably grew. Cold sweat trickled down the back of her neck, and her body began to tremble slightly. She could only swallow hard, unable to speak, stunned.
Viserys, of course, felt Daenerys's fear. He secretly despised the original self for the torment he had inflicted on Daenerys, then proceeded with his outlandish actions.
Without a word, he grabbed the hand that wasn't holding the cup, spread it open, and grasped one of her fingers. Then, he drew the dagger from his belt, swiftly and lightly making a small cut.
Under Daenerys's horrified gaze, he scraped the blood that seeped from her finger with his fingertip and, without hesitation, put it into his mouth.
Thump.
Daenerys's other hand lost its grip on the water glass.
Lemon water splashed across the bedsheets. The glass rolled a few times on the floor.
Daenerys quickly pulled her hand back, her body recoiling. For a moment, her mind was blank.
Viserys was about to step forward.
Then, a knock echoed through the room, knock, knock, knock.
No one answered.
The knocking ceased, and the Maid's voice called from outside the door, "Esteemed guest, I apologize for the interruption, but I seem to have left something in your room. May I come in and look for it?"
"Okay."
The girl's distorted voice echoed.
The speaker was Daenerys, and the inexplicable fear that surged within Viserys instantly consumed her. All she wanted at this moment was to get away from Viserys, or at the very least, not be alone with him.
The maid pushed the door open and entered.
"Oh, dear, miss, your bedsheets are wet." The maid quickly approached, standing between Viserys and Daenerys. She began wiping the damp bedsheets, then seemed to notice Daenerys's expression. "Something's not right with you, my lady." She reached out and touched Daenerys's forehead. "Are you sick?"
Viserys's voice sounded, his tone unfriendly. "Is she sick?"
"Oh, heavens!" The maid turned around, as if she had just seen the dagger in Viserys's hand, and became frightened. "Sir, you… what are you doing?"
Viserys didn't speak, his face grim.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The Steward appeared at the door, easing the tense atmosphere.
Viserys's face was ashen: "My sister is ill."
The Steward replied: "Do you need a physician?"
"No," Daenerys interjected, her face pale with fear, trembling as she spoke, "I'll rest for a bit… it'll be fine after a rest."
"Your bedding and clothes are soaked, my lady." The Maid spoke up, "Allow me to change your clothes and the bedding."
Daenerys responded, "Yes." Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed onto the bed.
The Maid was not to be trusted, but Daenerys was terrified of Viserys at that moment.
The Maid helped Daenerys to sit up and looked at Viserys: "Will you stay here, honored guest?"
Viserys, with a grim face, sheathed his dagger. He didn't answer, but turned and walked towards the door, ignoring the Steward who seemed to want to say something.
"Take care of my sister!" Viserys said loudly as he walked away.
Then he returned to his own room.
He went inside and closed the door. Viserys's face was still gloomy as he stomped into the bathroom in the room.
He closed the bathroom door and sat on the toilet. Viserys rubbed the tense muscles on his face with both hands, then began to carefully consider Daenerys's strange behavior just now.
Without looking, Viserys could clearly feel that the Dragonbone Pendant wrapped around his wrist had now become ordinary.
And all of this was because it had come into contact with Daenerys.
That's why he took the risk to investigate.
He just didn't expect Daenerys to react so strongly.
One could surmise that Daenerys truly deserved the title 'Mother of Dragons'. The thing resembling a 'Dragon Soul' within the Dragonbone Pendant had likely transferred to her. Her strange behavior might be connected to the 'Dragon Soul', rather than solely stemming from her fear of Viserys himself.
However, her blood still seemed useless to Viserys.
The reason Viserys first thought of blood was that it was the most probable medium for transmitting magical elements within the human body. Otherwise, if the Dragon Soul was within Daenerys, how else could he collect it?
He couldn't exactly eat her.
Furthermore, this line of thought had a precedent in the original story. Melisandre's magic relied on 'King's Blood'.
Viserys began to have a headache. Now that things had come to this, Daenerys was exceptionally terrified of him, even more so than she had been of the original Viserys. What methods could he use to approach her, to study how to collect the Dragon Soul, given the current circumstances?
He had gained little today. He had intended to use the opportunity to show goodwill, to slightly change his attitude, and to coax Daenerys into cooperating with his research. He hadn't expected...
But this also validated some things. Daenerys was also important to Illyrio's plans, otherwise the Steward and the Maid wouldn't have intervened in his and his "sister's" "private matters" in the situation that had just unfolded.
[Wrong!]
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Viserys's mind, and he began to feel a sense of foreboding.
This world might have Gods!
Daenerys is a world protagonist with all sorts of buffs. Would his impulsive actions attract the attention of the 'Gods' behind the scenes?
The Gods in the world of Ice and Fire are not like benevolent Gods like the Goddess Hylia; they are all very wicked.
Viserys's forehead began to sweat, and his eyes flickered.
When he walked out of the toilet, Viserys still had that gloomy look, as if he had no place to vent his anger.
Then, he began to –
Exercise.
He took out a dagger, straightened his body, and began to slash the air angrily, as if holding a sword.
No matter what, whether it was anger, fear, or helplessness, this was the only way to dispel it when he couldn't think of a solution.
At least he was making an effort.
While Viserys was slashing the air in the room, the maid had already changed the bedding and settled Daenerys.
Daenerys didn't say a word throughout the entire process, just huddled in the corner of the bed, staring blankly.
The Maid wanted to say something comforting, so she said, "My lady, please rest well. Just call my name if you need anything. I'm Annie." She was assigned by Illyrio to take care of Daenerys's daily needs. She was not much older than Daenerys, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Even in ordinary clothes, her pretty appearance was hard to conceal. She acted very considerate and reliable.
But the Maid Annie's offer of goodwill to this little girl, who looked like a frightened rabbit, received no response, so she left awkwardly.
Daenerys was puzzled by the sudden panic. Her mind was full of doubts and unease.
Viserys was her only relative in this world.
She had thought she could already endure all of his actions and be at his disposal.
But today, what was going on?
The entire afternoon passed in a flash. Illyrio did not appear for dinner.
So, in this luxurious courtyard, only Viserys was dining in the dining room for dinner. Daenerys's portion was delivered to her room by the Maid Annie.
Viserys didn't appear to be in Illyrio's sight even by nightfall. He didn't know if Illyrio hadn't returned to the courtyard or if he simply didn't intend to see him.
But without a doubt, Illyrio would know about what had happened today.
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