Chapter 218: You Actually Picked Up My Cast-Offs

"Who are you to dare cause trouble in Prince Ommoren's residence?" The woman raised her head, her large, watery blue eyes staring at Dany as she questioned her.

"You should be asking how you got in and why you came down from the platform." Dany dragged a cushioned stool over and sat in front of the three.

"Give them some clothes to wear."

Sitting on a chair naturally lowered her line of sight, and she inevitably caught sight of something disgusting. Even though her gaze remained fixed on the woman, thin streams of fluid occasionally trickled down from between her legs, making Dany nauseous.

"Behave yourselves!" Barristan warned before walking over to the window. He forcefully tore down the lace curtain embroidered with "A Bright Moon Over the Sea" and tossed it over the three naked men and women.

"Kid, you're from Westeros? Whose young master are you, coming to Lys for pleasure?" Dany shifted her gaze to the young man clutching his wrist.

Golden-haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned—seventeen or eighteen years old, with a trace of youthful innocence still on his face. His features were delicate and refined, yet carried a masculine strength, and his eyes were sharp.

The other three were likely "Syrupi," dragged out of the bedroom by Barristan. A broken hand crossbow and a longsword lay on the carpet, meaning the young man had definitely used them to attack the White Knight.

Even the maid at the bedroom entrance had been killed, yet he himself was still alive.

Clearly, this "acquaintance" the old knight referred to was him.

As a Kingsguard, his acquaintance must be a noble from the Seven Kingdoms.

"I am Humphrey Hightower, son of Leyton Hightower, the Earl of Oldtown. And who are you?" the youth said haughtily.

"Earl Hightower?" Dany touched her chin, pondering for a moment before suddenly turning back to look at the woman, who had snatched the largest portion of the curtain. Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a resemblance between her and the young man.

"This… What a coincidence!" Dany turned to Barristan with a wry smile.

"Luckily, it was me who came," the old knight sighed, nodding.

If another White Knight had arrived instead, the scene would have been far too awkward to imagine.

"Lady Lynesse, if I recall correctly, you're married to a merchant prince now, aren't you?" Dany turned to the woman, testing the waters.

"This is the residence of Prince Traeger Ommoren. Who are you? Do you know me?" Lynesse asked in confusion.

"I came here on a dragon." Dany turned toward the stairway and called out, "Black Diamond, give them a roar."

The big black dragon didn't foolishly roar on command. Instead, like a gecko on a wall, it crawled down the platform, its claws gripping the carved stone tightly.

"Boom!"

It crashed through a stained-glass window, thrusting a terrifying dragon head inside.

"Hiss—hiss—" White steam, carrying fiery sparks, streamed from its nostrils, and its blood-red, slit pupils coldly scrutinized the four captives in the room.

"A dragon?" Humphrey Hightower's eyes bulged as he gasped, murmuring, "A dragon… It's really a dragon. The sea traders weren't lying. The coalition army is real, and the dragon is real. You…"

He suddenly turned to look at Dany, his face filled with disbelief. "You're Daenerys Targaryen?! What are you doing here?"

"Heh, you know about the coalition army?" Dany asked with a grin.

"I thought they were bragging. After all, dragons have long since…" He glanced at the dragon retracting its head, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "I was too ignorant."

"Now do you understand why I'm here?"

"To burn down Lys?" Humphrey's face turned pale, his voice trembling.

"Ugh, am I really that brutal?" Dany waved her hand dismissively, smiling playfully. "Besides, my dragon is still too young; it doesn't have the power to burn down a city yet. My main goal today is twofold: kill a hundred and eighty merchant princes to establish my authority and seize a few dozen—"

"Hmm, Lys only has three sky towers. That complicates things!" She stroked her chin, as if deeply troubled.

"Kill… a hundred and eighty merchant princes?" Humphrey's expression twisted. And she still claimed she wasn't brutal? Those were merchant princes! Though their status wasn't as high as the dukes of the Seven Kingdoms, they were certainly above earls.

And she even openly admitted to robbery! Even Maegor the Cruel wasn't as ruthless and greedy as her!

"Lys doesn't have that many princes," Lynesse, who had been shrinking to the side, couldn't help but interject.

Dany glanced at the two young men barely covering their waists, then turned to Lynesse and said, "Since we're both from Westeros, I can do you a favor. Tell me, where is your dead husband? I'll take care of him for you while I'm at it."

"Which husband? Mormont? I have no idea which city-state he's mercenaring in. If you really want to kill him, you can try looking in Braavos," Lynesse said with a confused expression.

"Bang!" Barristan smacked his visor and turned away, as if he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Dany stared at the woman for a long moment before finally asking, "What did that Jorah Mormont do to you that makes you so desperate to have him killed?"

Lynesse looked at her as if she were the unreasonable one, both aggrieved and indignant. "I never said I wanted Mormont dead. It was you who offered to do me a favor and kill him!"

"Did I guess wrong?" Seeing her so confident, Dany couldn't help but look at the White Knight in confusion and ask, "Weren't those three fooling around?"

"They were completely lost in debauchery. Fortunately, Your Majesty didn't see it. The scene was unsightly, downright inhuman," the old man said with disdain.

"You—" Lynesse's face was flushed with shame and anger as she glared at the armored knight. "What's so improper about the pleasures of the bedchamber?"

Her younger brother, Humphrey, blushed deeply and turned his head away.

"These two," Dany pointed at the two young men, "timid and submissive—they're definitely not Prince Omorlon. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of the bedchamber, but they're just your lovers, right?

It's not a big deal to have an affair behind your husband's back, but you rely on the Trade Prince for your livelihood. If he finds out, do you think it will end well for you?

So, I was thinking of helping you murder your husband—at least that way, you'd get half of his estate. Then, in the future, you can take as many lovers as you want."

Hearing this, Lynesse's expression became odd, and she hesitated several times as if wanting to say something.

"Uh, Dragon Queen, you've misunderstood," she finally said. "Golden Rose and Purple Rose are my bed slaves. My husband, Tregar, knows about it and even encourages me to practice the Seven Songs of Spring. Sometimes, he even joins in. Lys is the city of carnal pleasures and the arts—very different from the customs of the Seven Kingdoms.

Oh, right, there are also pleasure gardens in Slaver's Bay, aren't there?

The situation here is actually quite similar to Yunkai's. You should understand it easily," she added, her face full of confusion.

"I've long known about Lys'... openness, but this—damn, your husband is something else." Dany sighed with a twisted expression, then asked in puzzlement, "But why should I understand you?"

"Everyone is saying that after you conquered Yunkai, you took in eight thousand bed slaves—both men and women—switching between seven or eight each night," Lynesse stammered.

Dany shot her a sharp look, making her lower her head in fear before she asked, "Who's spreading these rumors? Are there Ghiscari emissaries here as well?"

"It's common knowledge on the streets. The Ghiscari did come by, but after the Prince's Council decided to join the coalition, they left and headed north to persuade the Tyroshi," Lynesse said softly.

Nodding, Dany returned to her previous question. "Why did you say that killing Mormont would help you?"

Just now, the moment she mentioned doing Lynesse a favor, Jorah Mormont's name had slipped out. Clearly, the bear's death would bring her some sort of benefit.

"I am not Tregar's wife. In Lys, where we worship the Goddess of Desire, married men can openly have mistresses," Lynesse explained with a hint of shame, still not entirely rid of her Hightower identity from Oldtown.

After a pause, she continued, "My marriage to Mormont was blessed by the Seven. Even though he promised never to bother me again, by the laws and customs of the Seven Kingdoms, we are still husband and wife. But if he dies, I will be completely free."

"Hah! The Faith of the Seven allows for divorce. You only need to cross the Narrow Sea and find a respected septon to witness the annulment. Why resort to murder?" Dany sneered.

"I—" Lynesse shrank back, stammering, unable to find an answer.

"No one is willing to officiate her divorce," Humphrey said with a face full of shame. "They all secretly call her a whore. No septon wants to stain his reputation, and the Hightower family forbids such a thing from happening."

Lynesse glared at her brother before righteously declaring, "What's wrong with choosing the life I want? Yes, my actions are scorned in Westeros and go against the doctrine of the Seven, but in Lys, I live freely, without judgment."

Then, she turned to Dany and added, "Two hundred years ago, a Targaryen princess willingly renounced her inheritance and noble status to become a prostitute in Volantis! And business was booming. She believed it was her calling and lived a happy life."

What the hell—was that true?

"Is that real?" Dany turned to the White Knight with a doubtful look.

He shook his head. "I don't know."

Dany turned back to Lynesse. "How do you know about it?"

"Don't forget, I grew up near the Citadel."

"Hank, Cindy, what's going on? Why is the door locked?" Suddenly, a man's voice called from outside the palace doors.

Lynesse whispered in response to Dany's questioning look, "The steward."

"Go deal with him, or my knights will cut him down."

"Get lost! Don't disturb me!" Lynesse roared toward the door like a lioness in heat being interrupted. The steward quickly muttered apologies and backed away.

"It seems you have quite the status here," Dany observed thoughtfully.

"Of course! This tower originally belonged to Tregar's legal wife. Now, it's my palace," Lynesse said proudly.

"Hmm. Let me give you some good news." Dany stroked her chin, her expression turning strange. "Your marriage to Mormont is officially annulled."

"Why?"

"He has sworn an oath and become my White Knight."

A White Knight cannot marry. Even a sacred marriage contract is automatically dissolved, and neither party faces condemnation or is considered an oathbreaker.

Some knights who were already married and wished to don the white cloak but didn't want their wives to end up with another man would even send them to the Silent Sisters—a group of mute nuns.

"You—" Lynesse's face twisted, her big blue eyes clearly spelling out one thought: You actually took my discarded man?!

Dany's dragon soul surged, her pupils darkening as a powerful aura pressed down on Lynesse, forcing her to swallow her words.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..." The Hightower siblings gasped in horror, while the two young men beside them rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

(End of Chapter)

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