Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 144 - Home sweet home (V)

"Our destiny, our responsibility, our sacred duty to rule." - Daenerys I Targaryen, looking at the monstrosity that was the Iron Throne.

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Seeing the fury of the people, Daenerys smiled. As long as the people hated Robert, she felt that controlling the city would be much simpler. Now, she just needed to show that she cared and would take care of everything regarding King's Landing.

"King's Landing will be House Targaryen's fiefdom again. The Sardaukar and the troops of House Velaryon will be responsible for the security of the city. At the same time, I will ask Lord Mace Tyrell to send food to the city." Daenerys spoke with a gentle, elegant tone. She looked at the people and flashed a beautiful smile. She knew very well that her own appearance was a great weapon for confusing people's minds.

Listening to Daenerys' words, people didn't care about King's Landing returning to the hands of House Targaryen; they only cared about the safety and food that Daenerys promised. If it had been before, maybe those two things wouldn't have seemed like such a big deal, but after experiencing the previous chaos, people realized how good it was to be guaranteed safety and basic food.

So when Daenerys declared that she would protect them and bring them food, their affection for this beautiful young queen rose dramatically to extremely high levels. If Daenerys continued to be a good monarch, the people might even grant her an epithet like The Kind or The Merciful.

"Long live Queen Daenerys!" a woman from Chitaya's Brothel shouted in the crowd. As soon as she spoke, the rest of the people followed her and started cheering Daenerys' name.

"Long live the queen!!!"

"Long live the queen!!!"

"The Savior of King's Landing!!!"

Daenerys looked at the woman in the crowd and winked at her, thanking her subordinate for taking the first step.

Myrla felt a sense of accomplishment at seeing Daenerys wink at her. As a girl taken in by the Red Temple from a young age, she had always dedicated her life to the Red Faith. Seeing that her devotion was bearing fruit couldn't have been more gratifying.

Daenerys spoke a few more words to the people and then climbed back onto Balerion. The dragon took flight, causing countless people to exclaim in shock at seeing it up close like that.

Merik knew exactly where the queen was going and quickly mobilized the Sardaukar to head towards the Red Keep, while Monford and Aurane used their own soldiers to prevent any riots from breaking out.

As Merik had predicted, Daenerys did indeed fly towards the Red Keep. It was the place she most wanted to be at that moment. However, knowing that she needed to be cautious, she only entered the castle when the Sardaukar arrived.

She walked down the main corridor and stopped in front of two doors, which she moved personally, revealing the interior of the place.

A throne room.

Daenerys' eyes ignored anything else and focused entirely on the twisted steel monstrosity. Iron swords protruded around the steps, like a mountain of steel.

The steps of the throne were blackened and twisted metal, and above them, a black metal seat rose up. Even without sitting down yet, Daenerys knew that the thing was extremely uncomfortable and that the danger of cutting herself was even greater.

She really wanted to understand what was going through Aegon the Conqueror's head when he created such an uncomfortable and dangerous throne. If that man wanted his descendants to understand the responsibility of kingship, he should have made a heavy crown.

"Aenar will definitely change that throne..." Daenerys muttered as she walked across the comfortable carpet, heading towards the throne at the end of the hall.

Climbing the steps, she was careful not to injure herself on one of the sharp edges, but soon regretted wearing a dress. With each step, the fabric caught on the sharp blades.

Finally, after much care, Daenerys sat on the Iron Throne, looking straight out across the hall.

"The Queen looks like the reincarnation of Rhaenys."

Hearing the gentle, effeminate voice, Daenerys' lilac eyes fell on a fat, white, bald man wearing a yellow tunic. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere from behind a pillar.

Merik's face darkened. He didn't even have to give orders, the Sardaukar immediately surrounded the man from all directions.

Five spearheads came dangerously close to the stranger's neck.

Daenerys crossed her legs, placing one over the other, and looked at him with a touch of interest before asking, curious:

"And who might you be?"

Varys ignored the spears dangerously close to his neck and answered with a respectful tone:

"I am Varys, Your Grace. Master of Whisperers to your father, Aerys."

"And also Master of Robert's Whisperers." Daenerys added with a cold stare. Varys served two people she despised: Aerys and Robert.

The reason Daenerys disliked her own father was very simple. Rhaella had already told her everything Aerys had done to her. How could she feel any affection for such a mad man, who sadistically raped and tortured his own wife?

The ritual of burning a person alive before rape was even more disgusting. If she could, Daenerys would really like to thank Jaime for killing Aerys, otherwise she would have done it herself if he were still alive.

Seeing the kindness in the Queen's eyes gradually replaced by the purest coldness, Varys didn't panic, nor did his heart beat faster at the deadly situation he found himself in.

If there was one thing Varys understood about kings, it was that these men didn't care whether you were a horse or a eunuch. As long as you were useful, kings put aside any feelings of animosity.

"I've always done my duty very well, Your Grace." Varys commented with a gentle, harmless smile. But for those who really knew him, that smile could only cause fear.

"Really, serving two mad kings is worthy of praise. After all, you're a dog who doesn't care about his master." Daenerys commented with a sarcastic tone. As the head of a spy network, how could she not know about the man in front of her?

Varys could be many things, but harmless and gentle were not characteristics that could be associated with such a cruel and cunning man.

Varys' face remained unchanged, and his smile only deepened.

"As Your Grace said, I really only serve those who sit on the Iron Throne, and nothing else." He spoke with a peaceful, gentle tone.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes, watching the eunuch with a thoughtful look. Trust him? The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She would rather trust an irrational snake than Varys.

But, as the man himself had said, he was a good dog with many skills.

"Since you want to be my dog, I'll give you the chance." Daenerys said, looking at Varys with a calm, deep gaze, not at all befitting a thirteen-year-old girl.

"In half an hour, I want all the nobles and knights errant in the throne room." She continued, with a particularly cold tone. "If you fail, you don't have to come back. I don't need useless people."

Varys gave her a satisfied look. He wasn't afraid of work, he was just afraid that Daenerys wouldn't give him the chance to prove his talents.

"I will do as you command, Your Grace." Bowing, Varys spoke with a calm, confident tone.

Watching the eunuch's back as he left the throne room, Daenerys gave him a cold smile.

"When a dog is beyond saving in the face of illness, it's only natural to sacrifice it to spare it further suffering." She muttered, with a sarcastic look on her face.

Varys had betrayed his father and now he was betraying Robert. How could Daenerys trust someone like that? But as long as he was still useful, she wouldn't mind having an obedient dog to help her stabilize the city more quickly.

"My Queen, do you wish me to capture you to discover the location of the secret passages?" Merik asked with a particularly murderous tone. Varys' mere presence in the throne room was something he saw as his own failing.

What if it was an assassin armed with a crossbow? Would he have had time to protect Daenerys?

So Merik was really thinking about capturing, torturing and extracting information from the eunuch. He knew that Varys had probably entered the throne room through some secret passage.

As the Queen's guardian, he had a sacred duty to know all the hidden passages to ensure that something like this never happened again.

"No need. We'll put that aside for a moment and focus on getting the city under control as quickly as possible." Daenerys shook her head and spoke in a calm tone. She didn't fear an assassination attempt, the Sardaukar would be all around her at all times, inspecting every corner, including her chambers and bathroom, before she used them.

Although reluctant, Merik nodded.

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