Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 117: Good Morning, Good Night

"Your Majesty."

Daenerys struggled slightly, trying to escape Joffrey's embrace.

Joffrey nonchalantly released his arms, letting the shy girl sit on the innermost part of the bed, while he leisurely occupied most of the bed, closing his eyes to rest, as if planning to catch up on sleep here.

This was a first.

Listening to the man's breathing and smelling the faint scent of smoke, Daenerys was at a loss for a moment.

After all, she was a captive, the king's spoils of war.

During this month in the Red Keep, Daenerys was often dragged by the king to attend various banquets and meetings, meeting many people, including courtiers, lords of the Seven Kingdoms, noble ladies, and envoys from the Free Trade Cities.

The king's intentions were never concealed in the slightest. He was announcing to the world that the Targaryen dynasty had completely become a thing of the past, and the Iron Throne was no longer in dispute.

In the past, Viserys firmly believed that the nobles and people of the Seven Kingdoms were missing the rule of the true dragon.

As long as the true king set foot on the land of Westeros, everyone would be overjoyed to replace the fire dragon banner and trample the usurper's stag banner under their feet, welcoming the return of the true dragon.

Daenerys used to be half-doubtful. But now, after personally contacting the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, she didn't believe it at all.

These guys were all respectful to King Joffrey, and two and a half of their three sentences were obviously or implicitly complimenting the king, praising the Baratheons and the gods, and had no good words for the Targaryens.

Among the many lords, Daenerys didn't see many sincere people.

Most of them were as cunning as the governors and princes of the Free Trade Cities, always with smiles on their faces, but they could turn their backs on you at any time for gold coins and orders, or something else.

Occasionally, there were a few people who were not so insidious and whose words were trustworthy, such as Duke Eddard Stark, but they didn't have any awe or nostalgia for her bloodline.

Daenerys then knew that to restore rule, she could only use swords and dragonfire.

But she had nothing.

Swords were in the hands of the lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Trade Cities, and she couldn't get any support.

Dragonfire was reviving, but the master of the fire dragon was no longer a Targaryen, but King Joffrey. She was sure that the king must have a way to control the dragon, and if it really didn't work, he would kill it without mercy.

And the king even possessed a more powerful and more awe-inspiring power, divine grace.

How could it be such a coincidence.

She was brought into King's Landing just when King Joffrey was crowned.

Let her see the giants of light and fire with her own eyes, and see hundreds of thousands of people cheering and enthusiastically embracing the messengers of the gods at the same time, as if they had ascended to heaven.

Later, Daenerys herself was also bestowed divine grace by the king, sharing the glory of the gods.

She quickly noticed the difference in her divine grace aura.

First of all, she didn't need to go to the wishing stone often to ask for more divine grace, the aura could operate completely on its own. This was a special treatment only available to ministers, said to be created by more precious higher divine grace power.

In addition, the tasks arranged by her divine grace aura were also very strange.

Such as a good morning greeting to the king.

Every day when she got up, she had to run down the stairs full of energy, stand in front of the mirror with full of energy, and then put her left hand on her waist, her right palm on the side of her face, tilt her head, and have to smile very happily and energetically and say strange words, "Oni-chan, ohayo!"

After sending the image recorded by the aura to the king, he would also score each morning greeting, and those that failed had to be done again.

It didn't go well at first.

But after repeated repetitions, Daenerys felt that she had understood the emotions contained in it.

That must be a very beautiful wish. She seemed to see another girl who really lived so happily, carefree, living a simple and peaceful life.

Daenerys gradually accepted this morning greeting.

However, this was not all.

From time to time, the aura also asked her to prepare "gifts" for the king, hand-drawn portraits, carefully sung ballads, carefully woven embroidery, wood carvings carved one knife at a time, and so on.

She also had to think of an interesting story or experience to tell the king every night before going to bed as a good night blessing.

Daenerys put a lot of thought into this.

Even Viserys, or the kind Ser Willem Darry, had never occupied such a large proportion in her thoughts.

She had almost become his appendage, living only for him, thinking all day about pleasing him and giving her task a higher score, as if only in this way would a day's efforts be complete.

Pet.

Daenerys knew that Viserys and many people called her that, but the servants were more respectful to her.

How long did Viserys struggle with this title?

Was it a quarter of an hour?

Daenerys wanted to believe it, but she knew deep down that Viserys could never persist for a quarter of an hour in front of the king.

It started a month ago.

Viserys was not a sleeping dragon, not a true king, and no longer her brother.

Although he was still called Viserys Targaryen, he was just a humble servant, not even as good as a pet. At least no one dared to bully her.

Except for the king.

Daenerys quietly glanced at Joffrey beside her, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

Pet. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Should I resist desperately? Daenerys stared blankly at Joffrey's face.

She didn't like her previous life.

The governors and princes of the Free Trade Cities did not sincerely accept her and Viserys, but were conducting a profitable "investment."

She and Viserys were just an asset of the governors. For greater profits or smaller losses, those people would throw out the "asset" at any time, without a trace of hesitation or any concern.

After all, it was just an asset, not a friend or ally, nor a living person.

In comparison, the current life is much more stable and peaceful. A pet is at least a life, warmer and more cared for than an asset.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen of Dragonstone, "Stormborn", she used to be called that.

But she neither remembered Dragonstone, nor the swift and rare storm, and never received the treatment of a royal princess.

Only Viserys's stories and promises. But he himself destroyed everything he had said.

The "pet" spoken from Viserys's mouth was undoubtedly the most ear-piercing.

Like steel needles, piercing the last remaining fantasies in her heart;

Like drops of ice water, extinguishing the fire of her hope;

Like boulders, breaking the shackles on her body, allowing her to shake off all the shackles of the past and welcome a new life.

"Danny, I almost forgot, what about today's good morning greeting?"

Daenerys came back to her senses, the king in front of her had already opened his eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression seemed very expectant.

Good morning greeting.

Daenerys subconsciously made that gesture, "Oni-chan, ohayo!"

Kawaii. Joffrey couldn't help but pinch the girl's cheek, "Thank you for your hard work. After thinking about it, I can't be too selfish."

He rubbed her ear, "Starting tomorrow, change it to a good morning kiss."

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