chapter 87 part 3
Hearing Jaime's earnest words, Cersei's eyes immediately flew open, pupils shining brightly.
From an angle where Jaime couldn't see, Cersei couldn't help but reveal a triumphant expression.
Cersei lowered her voice, making her tone seem as calm as ever. "Jaime, I support your decision. Your sword, combined with my wisdom, no one will be our match. From now on, you'll have one less worry, but one more pleasure."
"One more pleasure?"
Cersei, her head buried in Jaime's chest, nodded.
"When a treasured sword casts away its thoughts, all that remains is its sharpness. For you, this sword that has finally regained its edge... to celebrate, as a reward, from now on, I will always reward you once beforehand."
Cersei's fair fingers drew circles on his chest as she continued, "It saves you the trouble of scheming for a chance to torment me... I wouldn't want to dull the edge of my sword, after all. For you, I suppose I must make a little effort and choose to please you beforehand. My Jaime, my sword in hand."
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The crimson sunlight shone upon the azure sea, making the surface glitter with golden light, like brocade flashing with a dazzling, magnificent radiance.
A Free City, the Magister's Manse.
"Brother, you can't do this. I am not a piece of merchandise!" Daenerys Targaryen cried out.
*Slap!*
Daenerys was knocked to the ground by a slap from Viserys Targaryen.
Viserys adjusted his clothes, his voice carrying a suppressed madness. "My dear sister, do not try to wake the Dragon's Wrath."
Daenerys propped herself up with one hand, clutching her numb cheek with the other, unable to stop sobbing.
Although Daenerys's handmaiden was also trembling in fear of Viserys, she mustered her courage, ran over, and knelt to hug the shivering Daenerys tightly.
Viserys lifted his sharp chin and said, "I said last time was the last time!"
The coldness in Viserys's words sent a chill down the handmaiden's spine.
"No... Don't, brother!"
Daenerys spread her arms to shield the handmaiden.
Daenerys's action thoroughly enraged Viserys.
"I am King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Viserys Targaryen the Third, the one true King of the Iron Throne!"
"How dare you defy me! Congratulations, you have successfully woken the Dragon's Wrath!"
With that, Viserys strode forward and shoved Daenerys aside.
Viserys reached out, grabbed the handmaiden's long hair, and then began to beat her with his fists and feet.
Ignoring the pain in her own body, Daenerys tried to stop her brother's violent rampage, but with a thud, she was kicked to the ground by Viserys.
"I beg you, I beg you, let her go, let her go..."
Helpless, Daenerys pleaded with Viserys.
The handmaiden had cried out in pain at first, but now she lay on the ground like a pile of mud, silent.
Having vented the Dragon's Wrath, Viserys stood quietly for a moment, let out a long breath, and ran a hand through his silver hair.
Viserys reached out and grabbed Daenerys's chin.
The petite Daenerys was forcefully pulled in front of him.
Daenerys's small face, red and swollen from the slap, was forced to confront Viserys's gaunt face, which she deeply feared, just inches away.
Viserys frowned and used his other hand to wipe away the tears streaming down Daenerys's face. "My will cannot be defied. Do you understand now?"
A faint smile appeared on Viserys's pale face.
Viserys's smile made the panic in Daenerys's heart grow even stronger.
Hearing no reply from Daenerys, the hand gripping her small face tightened. "Are you defying me with silence?"
Viserys's large hand distorted Daenerys's small face.
Terrified, Daenerys managed to force out, "I... understand..."
As she finished, tears once again poured silently from Daenerys's eyes.
Only then did Viserys show a satisfied smile and release her.
Seeing Daenerys's small body swaying, Viserys immediately reached out to steady her with an exceedingly gentle motion.
In that instant, Daenerys, who had fallen into despair, was momentarily dazed. Had her brother returned?
Viserys immediately shattered Daenerys's humble fantasy.
"My dear sister, I need an army. With an army, I can go home. I will return with tens of thousands of soldiers, enough to reclaim the Iron Throne.
"If I must marry you off to get that for me, then you will do it obediently.
"As long as it gets me an army, even if I had to let every single soldier have you, I would agree. If necessary, their horses could join in as well.
"Right now, I'm only giving you to one man. You should be smiling secretly... Now hurry up and wipe your tears. Illyrio is about to bring him over, and I don't want him to see you blubbering.
"If you screw this up, I will not forgive you... Do not try to wake the Dragon's Wrath again!"
After speaking, Viserys straightened Daenerys's messy silver hair and even left a searing, moist kiss on her forehead with great gentleness.
Daenerys obediently followed Viserys's lessons on noble etiquette, but her vacant eyes seemed to have lost all signs of life.
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At dawn, the sky was tinged with a faint red glow. Complemented by the warm, gentle sunlight, colorful clouds of red and purple drifted by.
The outskirts of King's Landing.
*Clang~~ Clang~ClangClangClang~ClangClangClang~*
Glyn gazed at the towering silhouette of King's Landing in the distance, and a melody from his previous life once again surfaced in his mind.
Glyn pulled on the reins.
Glyn sighed with emotion. Two months ago, when he first came to King's Landing, he was merely the Baron of The Whispers from Crackclaw Point.
Now, returning to King's Landing for the second time two months later, I... am still the Baron of The Whispers.
(end of chapter)