Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 230 Drunken Daenerys

"Your Majesty has ordered that you can go in directly when you arrive," Mundo explained.

"Your Majesty? I heard that you have something to ask me?" Ian pushed the door into the room, walked through the empty front hall, and saw? ? ?

Er, Your Majesty, you really don't treat me as an outsider, Ian covered his face.

"Ian, please wait for a moment." Daenerys' voice came from behind the curtain.

The curtain is in the traditional fringed shape of the Gis people. Even through the dense water vapor, Ian can still see clearly inside.

"As you wish." But Ian didn't stay any longer, and returned to the front hall after hearing the words, found a chair and sat down.

After confirming that Ian had left, Daenerys climbed out of the bathtub. It was not known whether it was because of the temperature of the water that her skin was flushed all over her body.

Then one of the maids began to anoint her with oil and sprinkled it with fragrant flowers and cinnamon, and another combed her hair until it shone like silver threads.

After a not-so-long wait, Daenerys had already changed her clothes and came to the front hall.

"Sorry, Ian, I didn't expect you to come here so soon." Daenerys said, maybe she was a little shy, maybe not, her face was already very red, and there was no change.

"I rushed over as soon as I got your order." How could I admit that I happened to bump into your messenger just two corridors away?
"You don't have to." The little queen smiled.

"I heard you were angry."

"Well, it was like this when I first heard the news." Daenerys nodded, and then hurriedly added as if worried about Ian's misunderstanding, "but soon I remembered that you told me What you said, I believe you must have your reasons for doing so, although I still find it hard to understand."

Seeing Daenerys's tangled expression, Ian knew that the foreshadowing he had done earlier worked, because he put forward the "ideal of abolition of slavery" before her. Even if she suddenly found that she strengthened slavery, she would not be free to Thinking, could this be some kind of maneuver?

If it weren't for this, she would have been shocked if she suddenly found out about the situation of slaves along the Worm River.

"I can answer your doubts," Ian said, and glanced at the two maids beside Daenerys, "You go out first."

"Yes." The two maids left and took orders to leave.

They were the female slaves that Ian bought for Daenerys when he was in Tylosi earlier, and in their order of obedience, Ian even ranked above Daenerys.

As for the reason why Ian dismissed them, it was certainly not to create a private space to do such and such things, but because in Ian's view, Daenerys' source of information must be among the group of maids.

After all, apart from Ian's NPCs and the Unsullied, the people around Daenerys are only these maids. Ian doesn't think the former will gossip.

Kicking out all the maids will make it easier for Duncan to torture them and find out suspicious sources of information.

"The next thing we're going to talk about is the secret between us, even the closest people can't know." Ian explained casually.

"I understand," Daenerys nodded approvingly, "So, can you tell me what fifth-class slavery is all about?"

"As you have heard, I intend to free the slaves in a way that will not alert other city-states. I have given them a promotion channel, and they can obtain the de facto freeman treatment by upgrading the rank of slaves , even aristocratic treatment. That's the best solution I can think of."

"But they are still slaves after all." Daenerys couldn't understand what Ian said.

"Yes, they still are." Ian did not deny, "but they are working for us now."

"So we're the new good lords?"

"Tell me, will you exploit them, whip them, torture them, or even take their lives for no reason?"

"Of course not!" Daenerys said firmly.

But I will, it is impossible not to exploit without exploitation, slaves don’t work hard, how can I live the life I want?

"Will you make them hungry and homeless?" Ian continued to ask.

"will not!"

"Will you pay them commensurate with the work?"

"Perhaps, I think, yes!" Daenerys nodded again.

I don't know that. "Then they're free, aren't they? Dany, that's all a freeman should have. They're free."

"Maybe you're right," Daenerys thought for a while, and finally nodded, "This is the best result for them."

"So, do you have anything else to do? I have a lot of work to do, if I can"

"No!" Daenerys interrupted Ian and said with a serious face, "I have a very important question for you."

"About what?" Ian thought quickly about what 'very important question' Daenerys had to ask right now, but couldn't find an answer for a moment.

"us."

"Us?" Ian frowned, and a bad feeling rose.

"I asked Lord Grafson a question earlier."

I warned Daeron that he shouldn't say those things he shouldn't say in front of you. Among the aborigines I work under, the most reliable ones are Dorian and Daeron, Ian thought to himself.

"He was very dodgy about the question, and I could see he didn't want to answer me, so I commanded him, as queen, to give me an answer," Daenerys continued.

"So what did you ask him?"

"Why don't you propose to me?"

"." The time came, and I knew it would not be so easy to delay this for a few years. Ian squeezed the space between his brows.

"And then I got my answer."

Shit!Could this answer related to the mysterious oriental power be known to an aborigine, Darren Grafson?

"The queen's marriage can be used as an important political bargaining chip. With it, we can at least gain the support of a kingdom in Westeros. From the perspective of history, you intend to marry me to the Dorne, right?" Daenerys said in her tone Suddenly excited, the words turned into questions in the end.

"No, I can swear, I never thought about it that way." Ian sneered.

"But what Daeron said is very reasonable, isn't it? If we want to go on an expedition to Westeros, it would be a good choice to choose to land from Dorne, if we can get the support of the Martell family."

"I said long ago that we don't need anyone's support, and I will help you get back that iron chair."

"So why? Since Daeron gave me the wrong answer, why don't you tell me the correct answer?" Daenerys took a step forward, forcing Ian to step back.

"You're still too young." Ian rarely spoke the truth.

"Did you forget? I should have married Drogo half a year ago, and I'm old enough." Daenerys was talking, pressing forward step by step, keeping Ian in the corner.

"How much did you drink?" It wasn't until Daenerys' alcohol-smelling snort sprayed on Ian's face that he realized where the girl's courage to say these words came from.

Daenerys didn't answer, but the next moment, Ian saw the courage that the crazy side of the Targaryen blood could burst out.

(End of this chapter)