chapter 110 part 1
110. Chapter 110: Daenerys
The Magister's Manse courtyard was filled with fresh flowers of various colors, blooming in a myriad of poses.
Sensing movement, Glyn and Illyrio both shifted their gazes in one direction.
The first thing Glyn saw was a faint silver glow shimmering on a purple figure.
Silver hair and violet eyes, a delicate stature with a well-proportioned body, her expression held a hint of apprehension, but it couldn't hide her unparalleled beauty.
So young, yet already... silver-haired? Glyn mused.
Glyn bowed, placing a hand on his chest, "Good day, Princess. I am the Baron of Lightfort, Glyn Kleypus. I am deeply honored to meet Your Highness."
Daenerys's beautiful eyes widened slightly after seeing Glyn's face clearly.
She had imagined the Half-man to be rugged, robust, and fierce-looking. She didn't know how much courage it took for her to walk here.
The Half-man her brother spoke of was tall and slender, wearing a blue long robe, a longsword at his waist, and deer-skin boots beneath white trousers.
The fair "Half-man" with black hair and dark eyes had an outstanding appearance. His demeanor, however, showed no effeminate air, instead revealing a calmness beyond his years.
This was the Noble Half-man, Baron Glyn? Her inner resistance to interacting with the person before her immediately disappeared.
Seeing Daenerys stare at Glyn without moving, Illyrio had to speak up: "Princess Daenerys, House Kleypus can truly be said to be a model old vassal of House Targaryen. Although you are far away in Essos, they have always been concerned about your safety."
Daenerys snapped out of her daze, hastily averted her gaze, and lowered her head slightly, her small face mixed with shyness and embarrassment.
Daenerys cautiously glanced at Glyn from the corner of her eye. Seeing that Glyn showed no unusual expression, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After hearing Illyrio's words, Glyn's eyebrow subtly arched.
Was Illyrio implying something?
Daenerys composed herself, her voice clear: "Welcome, Baron Glyn."
Daenerys extended her hand towards Glyn, her delicate, smooth skin appearing even fairer under the sunlight.
Glyn bowed, gently holding Daenerys's small hand, symbolically tapping it once.
After the greeting was complete, Illyrio smiled and said, "Princess Daenerys, I believe you and Baron Glyn have much to discuss."
With that, Illyrio waved his hand, signaling for his attendants to follow him out of the courtyard, leaving Glyn and Daenerys alone.
The perceptive Glyn had long noticed that Daenerys had been forcing herself to remain calm.
The unawakened Daenerys seemed like a very ordinary pretty girl... No, with her weighty identity as a Targaryen, she was actually quite pitiable at the moment.
In the original plot, Daenerys paid the price of losing her brother, her Khal, and her son before her Queenly nature awakened. If she could restart, would Daenerys be willing?
Glyn's smile was gentle: "Princess, something seems to be greatly bothering you?"
After speaking, Glyn didn't wait for Daenerys's answer. He observed the flower beds, then began to delicately pick various precious-looking fresh flowers from their stems.
Daenerys's mouth gaped slightly when she saw Glyn's actions. She moved, but didn't know how to speak.
Glyn's hands continued to move, and he smiled, "Princess, don't worry, it won't leave any traces."
Driven by curiosity, Daenerys couldn't help but move closer to Glyn's side to observe.
Glyn's picking was indeed very skillful. If she hadn't seen more and more fresh flowers in Glyn's hands, the flower beds would have looked no different than usual.
Daenerys's heartbeat quickened a little. She felt a thrill, as if she were doing something mischievous with Glyn.
Glyn's hands were fair, slender, and well-defined, just as beautiful as her brother's.
Is he going to give me flowers? Daenerys, secretly delighted, temporarily pushed Glyn's blatant theft to the back of her mind.
When Glyn saw that the quantity was almost sufficient, he stopped his actions and sat directly by the flower bed.
Glyn didn't give her the picked flowers as she had imagined. Instead, he started to manipulate the flower stems, seemingly weaving something.
Does the Baron like to play with flowers? Daenerys felt a small pang of disappointment.
Daenerys remembered her brother's task, but didn't know how to approach it.
Glyn looked up at the hesitant Daenerys, his tone gentle: "Princess, do your troubles require my service?"
Daenerys couldn't help but nod slightly, her clear voice slightly strained: "Baron Glyn, you... I... Can you pledge your fealty to me?"
Daenerys realized she couldn't weave beautiful words, but she didn't shrink back, choosing instead to be direct.
Glyn paused his hand movements and asked back, "I can consider it, but... shouldn't you first let me know what I would gain if I pledge my fealty to you?"
Glyn's tone was gentle, without a hint of mockery, as if he was stating something very normal.
Daenerys also didn't feel that Glyn was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.
Yes, what can I give him now? This was a question she had completely failed to consider.
Daenerys's eyes reddened. She thought of the answer she least wanted to face: she only had... her body, which her brother despised so much.
She didn't want to awaken her brother's Dragon's Wrath, and she was even more afraid that a disappointed brother would abandon her.
Daenerys took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and her face flushed crimson, as if she had finally made up her mind.
The current Daenerys was a pitiable figure, easily manipulated. Glyn, with good intentions, meant to teach her the basics of the game of power.
Daenerys's current actions were extremely similar to Aimparu's when he misunderstood Glyn's words.
Glyn always knew that he was the one who was extraordinary in this world.
Glyn stood up, reaching out to grasp Daenerys's small hand, which had already crept onto his shoulder.
Glyn noticed Daenerys's trembling at this moment.
Glyn calmly placed the woven flower crown gently on Daenerys's head.
"At the tourneys in Westeros, the champion can choose the most beautiful unmarried lady present and crown her with a wreath made of fresh flowers. The flower crown is called the Queen of Love and Beauty."
Glyn stepped back and said, "Princess Daenerys, I am the predetermined champion of the next tourney. I have the power to crown you in advance."
"This doesn't seem quite the same as what my brother said?" Daenerys felt Glyn's sincerity and kindness, which made her unconsciously show a natural and innocent smile.
Daenerys blinked. She noticed that Glyn's appearance had changed; he suddenly became even more handsome than Viserys (charming).
Facing the little girl staring directly at him, Glyn chuckled.
Glyn's smile made people's eyes blur. Daenerys suddenly felt her cheeks burning and lowered her head, embarrassed.
The atmosphere was too warm. Glyn lightly coughed and said, "Princess Daenerys, let me guess, did someone ask you to obtain my fealty?"
Daenerys remembered her brother's Dragon's Wrath, which roused her from her temporary sweetness.
Daenerys looked at Glyn; his gentle face made it hard not to feel good about him.