chapter 184 part 2
Osha's inky black hair was cut neatly short, and her jet-black eyes were bright and sharp. Compared to most women, she could be described as tall, and the lines of her muscles were clearly visible, exuding a sense of power.
Osha felt a gaze sweep over her. Her eyes shifted and fell upon Dik... She had lost a sword duel to Jorah Mormont, which had left her simmering with pent-up frustration recently. She still remembered how happily Dik had laughed at the time.
Seeing Dik's eyes flit away, Osha merely raised an eyebrow before retracting her gaze.
Daenerys pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and then said, "Clever Dik, I look forward to your performance."
After speaking, her gaze shifted to Osha, and she added, "Osha, it was just one loss. I have spoken with Ser Jorah. He told me that you are mainly just not used to fighting in iron armor. This can be remedied with training. He is actually looking forward to his next duel with you."
Although Osha appeared the same as usual on the surface, Daenerys had long since noticed the anger she was suppressing over her loss to Ser Jorah.
The corners of Daenerys's lips turned up slightly. She liked Bronn's cheerfulness and Osha's simplicity. Having them both by her side put her at ease.
Though busy, Daenerys was very satisfied with her current situation... She looked at the map of Westeros hanging on the wall, her gaze fixing on the position of The Vale. She looked forward to the days after helping her brother reclaim the Iron Throne.
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Osha, blushing for a rare moment, said, "Princess Daenerys, next time I will definitely defeat Ser Jorah."
Daenerys smiled and nodded lightly.
Bronn took the silver wine jug from Dik's hands and poured a cup of wine for everyone present.
Daenerys took a light sip of the Summer Red. It was her favorite flavor, a flavor filled with beautiful memories, where there was only her and him.
Daenerys's eyes shifted slightly. She suddenly asked, "Dik, where is Viserys?"
As Viserys's attendant, Dik was usually by her brother's side. She wondered why Dik was still here, joking with Bronn, which was why she voiced the doubt in her heart.
Dik's smile vanished. He replied, "Your Highness, His Grace Viserys is sleeping. He... is drunk."
As Dik's words fell, Daenerys looked out the window. The sunlight outside was bright and dazzling.
Daenerys frowned. "Drunk before noon?"
After a pause, she asked, "What was the reason?"
Dik hesitated for a moment, then began, "Your Highness, it was because of the army's name. His Grace Viserys was angry... The army is called the 'True Dragon Army', but everyone privately prefers to call it the 'Princess's Army' or 'Daenerys's Army'."
He added, "He heard a lot of it. He also said... also said..."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow. "Said what?"
Dik raised his eyes to look at Daenerys's calm face and said cautiously, "His drunken Grace told me to call him the 'Puppet King'. He said he was his sister's puppet."
Daenerys took a light breath and said in a calm tone, "Dik, can you please find a way to stop my brother from getting drunk every day? I know my brother won't listen to advice he doesn't like, but at least don't let him get drunk during the day."
Dik opened his mouth. He wanted to agree, but he really had no confidence he could accomplish this task, because His Grace Viserys greatly disliked being thwarted by others, in anything at all.
"I hurt my brother last time. Now, he won't listen to a single word I say."
"My brother trusts you very much. I am not giving an order, this is just a request."
"Dik, can you do it?"
Daenerys's voice was very calm, but when he heard the last sentence, his body trembled.
Dik stole a glance at Princess Daenerys, who was gazing at him with gentle eyes, and said with difficulty, "Your Highness, I will do my best..."
Then, he gritted his teeth and continued, "I can do it. Please rest assured."
Daenerys nodded slightly. She swept her gaze over everyone present and said, "I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a while."
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The room was very quiet. Daenerys took her wine cup and slowly walked to the window. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its endless rays upon the entire land.
It really was a beautiful day... After standing for a moment, Daenerys wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.
Why did her brother have no trust in her? Why couldn't he be a little more patient with her? Daenerys was even secretly jealous of Dik... because her brother treated him better than his own sister... so much better.
She never dared to forget her promise to her brother for even a moment. No matter how tired she was, she never forgot this promise.
After heading south, as her knowledge grew, Daenerys had actually already come up with better ways to help her brother.
Almost everyone told Daenerys that her brother would not be a good King, and his usual words and actions also told everyone that he would not be a qualified King.
As time went on, many unpleasant things had happened between her and her brother. Daenerys couldn't help but doubt if her brother could be a good King, but she never wavered in her faith in him.
Daenerys believed her brother was full of hatred for the usurpers because he had witnessed the destruction of the Targaryen dynasty with his own eyes.
Daenerys believed that it was this intense hatred that had turned her brother into what he was now. She believed that once her brother had slain his enemies, once he sat upon the Iron Throne, he would surely become a beloved and good King.
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Hot tears streamed down her face, and Daenerys's vision blurred.
Cruel... Viserys with power would become cruel. Fairly cruel to those within and without. Daenerys was sure of this result, which was why she didn't dare to cede power.
And, most importantly, she needed time to fulfill her promise to her brother, not to get caught in a strange power struggle... If she made concessions now just to please her brother, what would she use to get him the soldiers to retake the Iron Throne?
Neither she nor her brother could afford to lose. She didn't understand why her brother was so... Daenerys wiped away her tears.
Viserys was her only family in this world. She was terrified of losing him.
The sunlight was blinding. Daenerys squinted... Ser Jorah's loyal warning had indeed made Daenerys vigilant. She worried that even with ten thousand soldiers, Viserys would die on the campaign trail, and the killer might very well be one of his own men.
What kind of soldiers would remain loyal and unchanging, and swear to protect her brother's safety, no matter what Viserys did before his revenge was complete?
The Unsullied. The loyal warriors she had seen at Illyrio's Manse in Pentos.
Yes, this was the best solution Daenerys could think of.
She believed ten thousand Unsullied would swear to protect her brother's safety during the conquest of Westeros, until Viserys completed his revenge, until he reclaims the Iron Throne.
Daenerys closed her eyes. She prayed to the gods, hoping Viserys could have a little more patience.
(end of chapter)