Daenerys dragged her floor-length robe down the wide marble steps.

She had to be careful not to lose her balance.

The Unsullied stood with his back to the pillar with his shield spear in hand, the spikes of his helmet glistening with a terrifying cold light.

In the audience room, a slender man with smooth amber skin stood.

Daenerys knew that he was the noble Sitzdala Zor Lorlac, whom the Green Saint had recommended to her husband.

Yes, she did meet him after all.

After her departure, Yuan Kai was restored by the slave owners, and now she has gathered a large army to attack Meereen, and at such a critical moment, Daenerys needs the support of the nobles of Meereen.

No matter how disgusted she is, she must learn to be honest with these people.

Sir Jorah Mormont had advised her to kill all the nobles of Meereen, as she had done at Yuankai.

But Daenerys didn't agree.

What happened to Yuankai has proven that killing these slave owners is not the solution to the problem, because when the old one dies, a new one will appear immediately.

And the wanton killing would seriously damage her reputation.

Rumors are now circulating in Slave Bay that the Dragon Queen bathed in human blood, and some say that she has inherited the madness of her father, the Mad King Aerys, and will only use killing to solve problems.

Daenerys, of course, didn't want to be considered Mad King II, so in Meereen, she switched to a softer way of rule.

"You know why you've been summoned." Daenerys squeezed out a smile, "The Green Saint seems to think that if I choose you as my husband, all problems will be solved. ”

"I wouldn't be so reckless in promises." Sitzdala politely said, "But I'm sure I can help you." I have money, power and connections, and I have the noble blood of Guggis. I have never been married, but I have two illegitimate children, which proves that I can bring you an heir. An heir with the noble blood of the Guggis, so that the city will be more subservient to your rule and the murder in the night will end. ”

No, you can't bring me an heir. Daenerys thought sadly. Unless the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. Unless the sea dries up and the mountains blow down like dead leaves.

"Can you stop the murder in the night?" Daenerys stared into his eyes, "The Harpy Son will lay down the butcher knife for you?" Or are you one of them? ”

"It's not." Sitzdala immediately denied it.

"Even if it is, will you admit it?"

"No, it won't." He smiled, fearless.

Daenerys said coldly, "Maybe my knight can let you confess the truth." ”

"That's right. Your knight can indeed do it. Let him interrogate me, and on the first day I will be the son of the Harpy, and on the second day I will be the Harpy, and on the third day you will learn that I murdered your father in the land of the sunset. I will be crucified on a stake. But after my death, the murder will continue, and the Meereen will reject you even more. ”

Daenerys was furious.

Sitzdala didn't want to provoke the Dragon Queen, so she softened her tone:

"If you marry me, it will all be over. The people of Meereen will accept your rule, fight for you, and defend you against enemies from the Abyss. ”

Daenerys took a deep breath and said:

"Words are like the wind. I prefer to believe in action. In the Seven Kingdoms, knights will travel on adventures to prove their hearts to their beloved maidens, and they will go in search of magic swords, golden treasures, and crowns from the dragon's lair to offer to their beloved. ”

Sitzdala raised an eyebrow:

"You have the dragon. I've never seen a magic sword. As for the gold, if you want it, I'd be happy to give it to you. ”

"I want peace." Daenerys said, "Can you give me this gift for the Harpy Son to stop the murder in the night?" ”

"If I do, will you marry me?"

"Perhaps." Daenerys smiled slightly, "I'm a fickle girl, and maybe one day, I suddenly want a magic sword." ”

Sitzdala shook her head in disappointment: "Your Majesty, can you at least give me a little hope?" Or, do you agree to reopen the arena? ”

"Nope." Daenerys shook her head firmly, "I won't allow such a savage and bloody scene to reappear in this city. ”

"But the arena is part of Meereen. And it's not just a killing, it's a display of courage, skill, and strength to please the gods. Just as Westeros doesn't have jousting conventions, you should respect the customs of the Meereen people. ”

"The knights in the jousting tournament wore armor and wooden guns."

"But people will still die."

Daenerys couldn't argue with that.

Sitzdala again persuaded: "This is not my personal request, but the common desire of all Meereen people. Even if you're a queen, you shouldn't deprive them of the right to watch the game. ”

"Do those fighters want to reopen the arena as well?"

"They're the ones who want to open the arena the most." "Because only there can they win cheers, honors, and riches." I can assure you that future fighters will come to the ring on a voluntary basis, and there will be no compulsion. ”

Daenerys felt convinced.

Maybe it's time to make some compromises.

The Yuankai army was heading for Meereen, and she needed the support of these nobles.

"Good. I agreed. Daenerys said, "But the rampage of the Harpy Son must stop. ”

Sitzdala had a satisfied smile on her face: "You will get your wish." ”

Daenerys gritted her teeth, becoming more and more convinced that the Harpy Sons were the work of these Meereen nobles.

After Sitzdala left, the other audience members were brought up in turn.

After the capture of Meereen, Daenerys demanded that the nobles release all their slaves, but the nobles, despite agreeing under the threat of the Unsullied and the Dragons, were still trying to make amends.

In this regard, of course, the Dragon Queen rejected them all.

But there are some requests that Daenerys also finds difficult.

For example, a teenage boy told her in tears that on the night of the city break, two slaves in the family killed his father and brother, and the forced daughter killed his mother.

"Where are those two slaves now?" Daenerys asked.

"They joined your army." The boy said.

Daenerys was silent.

If she wants to punish these two slaves, then it will be difficult for the many slaves who rebelled on the day of the city to be innocent, and if the punishment is extended, it will inevitably shake the forces that support her......

Daenerys had no choice: "I'm sorry, but I pardoned all the slaves who rebelled......"

The boy roared and was about to rush forward, but was knocked down by Sir Jorah's punch.

"That's enough, let him go." Daenerys said.

But seeing the look in the boy's eyes as he left, she understood that the Harpy had another son.

The audience continued.

Daenerys never imagined that there would be so many problems under her rule.

And no matter what she ruling, there always seems to be people who are not satisfied.

The chair underneath him became incredibly stiff over time.

She remembered what her brother had said about the iron chair that belonged to the Targaryens, and it was probably even more uncomfortable to sit on.

"How many people are left?" Daenerys squirmed.

"Your Majesty, there are twenty-one others, all of whom have come to claim compensation. Your dragon has had an appetite lately. ”

Daenerys sighed, ever since she had let the dragons out to hunt freely, the way Caesar had done herdsmen, and had always brought charred sheep and cow bones to claim compensation.

"I'm afraid some of these people are blackmailing." Jorah reminded.

"But we can't tell." Daenerys said, "Give them the market price of the cattle and sheep." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are so merciful."

The people who had been compensated left one after another.

Daenerys thought that the ordeal would finally come to an end, but found a man standing in the middle of the hall.

"Is there anything else you want to say? Come forward. ”

The man raised his head and shuffled forward, clutching a cloth bag in his hand.

Sir Jorah stood in front of the queen vigilantly: "What are you taking?" ”

"Bone ......"

"Burnt bones?" Jorah said impatiently, "Your Majesty has agreed to compensate your livestock. ”

"No, no......" the man shook his head and poured out the contents of the bag, "Black dragon...... Burned...... My kids ......"

Daenerys's face turned pale instantly, and she seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

For what he poured out was not a sheep's bone or an ox's bones, but the bones of a man.

The bones of a child!

The hall was silent for a moment, except for the muffled sobs of men echoing.

He cried carefully.

But in Daenerys's ears, it was as loud as thunder.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the roaring accusations of countless Meereen people, enveloping her and devouring her.

(End of chapter)