Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 146 - Home sweet home (VII)

"Act like a pawn, High Sparrow. Be killed in the face of the conspiracy I have planned solely to kill you." Queen Daenerys I Targaryen thought, looking at High Sparrow with a gentle smile.

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With Daenerys' orders, the execution of the five men began without any delay. The executioner didn't use his sword to kill them, but pulled a simple lever, causing the wooden floor to collapse.

At the same moment, the five men instinctively struggled. After all, the human brain was programmed to stay alive even in the worst possible conditions. Even though these men had accepted death, their bodies didn't and they tried desperately to breathe.

In the end, the five of them agonized for a few minutes before finally suffocating to death in front of the watching crowd.

Aurane nodded with satisfaction as he watched them die. He only wished that King's Landing was in even more chaos so that he could earn more merit. However, with the presence of Daenerys and the High Sparrow in the city, the riots gradually calmed down.

The thieves, murderers and rapists were killed outright, and their heads were still on carts, creating a truly shocking and terrifying scene.

However, Aurane noticed that, as the days passed, there was no movement on the part of the clergy, almost as if they had accepted that King's Landing had changed owners. But Aurane knew: how could the most arrogant group of people on the continent lower their heads?

The calmer things got, the bigger the wave that would come his way. It was like the sea: only when it was calm were the waves still forming.

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A loud, powerful roar echoed above the city. Aurane, who was patrolling King's Landing, looked up and, instead of Queen Daenerys' black dragon, a bronze dragon could be seen flying overhead.

"Another Targaryen with a dragon." Aurane muttered with a smile. With reinforcements arriving, he had no doubt that they would win the coming war.

Daenerys, in the king's bedroom, looked at the bronze-colored dragon over the city with a happy look. Her mother had arrived, just as Aenar had said.

Without any hesitation, Daenerys put on comfortable clothes and headed towards the courtyard of the Red Keep. The Sardaukar followed her, protecting her at all times. They would give their lives to save her, no one doubted that.

Arriving in the courtyard, Daenerys saw her mother climbing down from her dragon, Vermithor, and greeted her happily.

"Mother!"

Looking at her daughter, Rhaella couldn't help but hug her deeply, holding tightly to the girl who had grown up alongside her.

"You silly girl! Do you know how anxious I was after hearing that you dared to come and conquer King's Landing with just a handful of men?" Rhaella spoke with a worried and annoyed tone at the same time.

"However..." Looking at the girl who was turning into a woman with the passage of time, Rhaella spoke with a tone full of pride. "I'm proud of you."

Daenerys laughed and hugged her mother even tighter. Originally, she thought she would be scolded for long hours, but seeing the pride in her eyes made her realize that, although Rhaella was angry, the pride she felt at that moment was stronger than any resentment.

"Welcome to King's Landing after almost fifteen years, Mother." Daenerys spoke with a tone full of joy.

Rhaella didn't reply immediately. She looked at the Red Keep with a nostalgic gaze. Although she had spent the worst years of her life in that castle, she still loved it. It was where her whole family had been born and raised; all the good times easily outweighed the bad ones she had suffered over the years.

"Home, sweet home." Rhaella murmured with a slightly tearful tone, a feeling she quickly suppressed, returning to a calm expression.

"Come on, we'll break our morning fast together." Holding her mother's hand, Daenerys pulled her into the Red Keep, while the Sardaukar followed.

In Daenerys' room, the food was already served, but neither of them touched the plates on the table. Before eating, they began to talk.

"How is the city?" Rhaella asked with a worried tone. She only knew the basic information Aenar had told her.

"Still tense, but it's calmed down with the food those nobles are selling. Although the Faith of the Seven is still silent." Daenerys replied with a cold tone at the mention of the Faith of the Seven. She had heard that patience was a virtue, but she never thought that the High Sparrow would take that phrase to the extreme.

The man didn't seem to mind her influence spreading deeper and deeper into the city.

"I'll start executing the prisoners to force the Faith of the Seven to mobilize." Daenerys gave him a shrewd look and continued: "Since they're patient, I'll force them to attack me."

Rhaella frowned and asked, confused: "They're just thieves and murderers. How could that kind of scum make the church start a war?"

Daenerys smiled and replied coolly: "One of the prisoners is a septon. This septon used his authority to rape women and men in exchange for protection."

Rhaella instantly understood her daughter's plan. How could the church allow one of its members to be tried in the eyes of the people? Even if there was a trial, it would have to be carried out by the High Septon, not the court of House Targaryen.

"At the same time, once the church tries to prevent the rapist from being put to death, as well as tarnishing the sacred image of the Faith, interrupting an execution ordered by the queen herself will be an act of treason. I could attack him without people accusing me of tyranny." Daenerys smiled even wider, imagining the High Sparrow's expression at the conspiracy she had prepared against the church.

Rhaella looked at her daughter speechlessly, seeing her smile like a true villain. The plan was cruel, strong and incredibly cunning. She couldn't help thinking that Daenerys was really suited to the palace intrigues of the court.

If she had such skills in her youth, all the women at court would obey her without any hesitation.

"Stop smiling like that, you look like a villain." Rhaella squeezed Daenerys' cheeks and commented with a helpless tone. "You've been greatly influenced by Aenar."

Daenerys felt her cheeks burn with shame at her mother's words.

"How are things at court?" Rhaella released her daughter's cheeks and asked. "Are you managing everything successfully?"

Daenerys felt a headache coming on as she listened to her mother's words. Remembering how many things she had to do to manage a city of half a million people, she wished that Aenar would win the war as soon as possible so that she wouldn't have to deal with so much bureaucracy!

Yes, power was a good thing, but she found that she was working so hard that she was starting to get stressed. Fortunately, although Monford Velaryon wasn't a great warrior, he was an excellent liege lord - after all, he controlled a powerful fleet of ships.

With his help, Daenerys was able to work much more calmly, which made her realize why the kings had created the Small Council. It wasn't just to distribute the interests of the court, but also because the workload was too exhausting.

Daenerys felt that, if she wasn't careful, she could spend entire days just reviewing documents about King's Landing. And this considering that the city's port was still closed, making it impossible for foreign ships to arrive.

"I want Aenar to come back soon. That's his job, and I don't want him to!" Daenerys let out a helpless sigh and replied with a tone full of anticipation for her husband's arrival. As soon as Aenar returned, she would be free of that hell of paperwork and endless decisions.

Rhaella couldn't help but laugh when she heard her daughter's words. Many would kill to be at the center of power in Westeros, but Daenerys really just wanted to be free of responsibility. How could that not be funny?

"Before I left, Aenar said he would send Willas Tyrell, his Master of Coin. He'll help stabilize King's Landing's finances." Rhaella comforted her daughter with a gentle, warm tone.

On hearing this, Daenerys' face turned grim.

"That bastard Robert took all the money with him. He didn't even leave a Golden Dragon!" She gritted her teeth. "King's Landing is practically bankrupt, without any money to repair weapons, armor, buy food or anything else that involves money."

If Robert were standing in front of her now, Daenerys felt like she could devour his flesh and drink his blood.

Ninety percent of her problems came from a lack of money. If it hadn't been for that, she could have calmed the situation much faster.

Rhaella wasn't surprised. After all, they were enemies. How could Robert leave money to be used by the enemy?

"Let's eat." Rhaella said, changing the subject to ease the tension in the air.

Daenerys nodded and began to eat, talking to her mother with a big smile on her face.

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