Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"Daniela, I understand your desire to return to your family."

"But this matter has too great an impact. I must report it to the kingdom and let my father make a judgment before determining whether you can return to the family."

Baelor was a very clever man. Although he had not been in the Council of Kings for long, he had completely learned the tricks his father, Viserys, used in the Council of Kings.

In other words, they neither deny your idea nor agree with it; they just drag it out.

Danila smiled, a smile as warm as the spring sun. "I understand, Your Highness."

"I am already very surprised that you would set aside the war to come and see me."

With that, Daenerys respectfully stepped aside and gestured for the two to get into the carriage so they could enter Volantis together to see Princess Senira.

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In Valisa, on the busiest street in the western part of the town, besides fine wine and goods, the most luxurious brothel is three stories high, with colorful decorations hanging on it.

"Is this a brothel?"

Beller felt that the building in front of him was very similar to the trading market he had proposed before, the only drawback being that it was not as fancy.

Danila nodded respectfully. "Yes, you are not mistaken. And you two, please come with me."

Led by Daniela, Baylor and Demès, wearing hoods, mingled among the customers and followed the flow of people into the brothel.

Upon entering the room, Bei was overcome by the pungent smell of Ries perfume and began coughing incessantly.

When I looked up, all I could see were prostitutes bobbing up and down, and businessmen and their clients toiling away.

Even with a thin curtain blocking the view, it was difficult to conceal the sounds of pleasure flowing into one's ears.

Baylor frowned, looking disgusted yet carefully avoiding the prostitutes and their clients.

He vowed to himself that he would never come to a brothel again, no matter what; the perfume was giving him a headache.

Damon rarely saw his good nephew get the short end of the stick, and he never expected that this kid was still a fledgling.

However, upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

Among the new generation of the Targaryen family, Baelor is the oldest.

Moreover, she has a rather quiet personality and doesn't seem to have any other hobbies besides reading and traveling.

Unlike Aegon, who doesn't need directions to know which brothel has the most experience.

The two followed Danila up to the third floor. Compared to the panting on the first and second floors, it was obviously quieter and more secluded here.

At the far end of the corridor, a large door slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman with a haggard appearance and silver-gold hair walked out.

Upon seeing Danila, the middle-aged woman's eyes filled with tears she couldn't hold back, and she excitedly stepped forward to embrace her.

"Daniela, it's been a long time!"

As he spoke, he glanced casually at the man behind her, who was wearing two cloaks, and asked, "Who are they?"

"My name is Balthazar Targaryen. I was invited here by Ms. Senilla. Please take me to her."

Belle lifted her hood, revealing long, silver-gold hair that was no different from theirs, but in terms of temperament, the two were worlds apart.

One was calm and confident, the other cautious and apprehensive.

The middle-aged woman was taken aback. "The Targaryen family?!"

"You, no, you are a member of the Dragon King's family?"

Baylor gave a soft "hmm".

At the same time, Damon behind him also pulled off his cloak, revealing the symbol of Valyrian blood.

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, the middle-aged woman subconsciously sized up the two men, her gaze landing precisely on the three-headed red dragon family crest on their chests.

The middle-aged woman recognized it as a symbol of the Dragon King's family.

She panicked slightly and immediately became respectful, "Please come with me, both of you."

Following the middle-aged woman, Baylor and Damon entered the room.

The room wasn't luxurious, but it was very clean and bright. Apart from the silk covering the bedside, there were no extravagant luxury items in the room. Instead, there was an unpleasant smell of medicine.

"Yes, has Prince arrived?"

Senila's voice was weak as she lay on the bed, but she still managed to speak.

"Yes, Mother, I have verified their identities. The people who have come are indeed Prince Baelor and Prince Daemon from House Targaryen," the middle-aged woman replied respectfully.

Upon hearing the name Damon, Senira chuckled instinctively and teased, "I never expected that you, this stubborn, dissolute prince, would actually stoop to come to my brothel?"

"What, have you taken a fancy to one of our girls?"

Damon retorted without hesitation, "You idiot who has tarnished the family bloodline, what right do you have to criticize me in the tone of an elder?"

Indeed, when Damon, the Ranger Prince, was traveling through the continent of Westerlands and the free trade city-states, he happened to visit the brothel that Senila had run.

When Damon met this elder who had tainted the family bloodline, he used almost every filthy word he could think of to describe Senira, just as he does now.

He also stated that if he weren't worried about starting a war, he would have ridden his Corakshyu and burned the entire brothel down.

Even now, Damon still holds this view.

Baylor interrupted the two of them, "Alright, let's put your story aside for now."

"Ms. Senira, you summoned me here not just to catch up, but for more than just old times. What is your purpose?"

Senila wasn't surprised to hear the word "lady," but she still felt a little disappointed.

"Naturally, it's so I can die and go home."

"After all, I don't want to die of illness in a brothel. Therefore, I will give you two big gifts as an apology for my return to the family."

As she spoke, Senila turned to the side and handed the Valantis troop deployment map, which she had prepared beforehand, to Baylor.

"With this defense map, plus the connections I've built over the years, it's enough to help the Targaryens take control of Volantis."

"As for this second big gift, it's related to the school town in the old town. I'd like to talk to you about it privately."

Senila said this because she knew that Baylor had been imprisoned in the old town since childhood.

Intelligent people know that Beller is ostensibly atoning for his sins to the Seven Gods, but in reality, the Hightoar family wants to trap him here and seize the throne to replace the crown prince.

Damon placed his hand on the hilt of the Dark Sisters' sword. "What, you still want to use your aging, faded body for a passionate encounter with the Crown Prince?"

"Senira, have some shame for the sake of the Targaryen blood in you."

Senira looked coldly at Damon. "I'm speaking to Crown Prince Baylor. Are you the Crown Prince?"

"Bitch, do you dare say that again?" Damon drew his Dark Sisters sword, the blade pointing directly at Senilla.

As the infamous playboy prince, Damon has always preferred to follow his own whims rather than care about so-called "murderers".

But Baylor, unusually, fell into deep thought.

Just as Senila said, he had been rooted in the old town since he was a child, going back and forth between the Church of the Seven and the City of Colleges, so he knew everything about the place better than anyone else.

But Senila meant that the Academy City was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

They may even be involved in the plans of Hightower and the Seven, with the intention of erasing or completely suppressing the Targaryen family.

Thinking of this, Baylor said almost without hesitation, "Uncle, you go out first. I want to talk to Ms. Senira alone."