Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"His Majesty has given instructions that you can go in directly when you arrive." Mundo explained.

"Your Majesty? I heard that you want to see me for something?" Ian opened the door and entered the room. He walked through the empty front hall and saw? ? ?

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

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

The curtain is in the traditional tassel shape of the Gith people, and even through the mist of water vapor, Ian can still see clearly inside.

"As you wish." But Ian did not stay any longer. After hearing this, he returned to the front hall and found a chair to sit down.

After making sure that Ian had left, Daenerys climbed out of the tub. I don't know if it was because of the temperature of the water, but her skin was red all over.

Then one maid began to anoint her whole body with oil and sprinkled fragrant flowers and cinnamon on her body. Another maid combed her hair until it was as bright as silver threads.

After a not-so-long wait, Daenerys had 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 visible change.

"After getting your order, I rushed over as soon as possible." How could I admit that I happened to bump into the messenger you sent just two corridors away?

"You don't have to be like this." The little queen smiled.

"I heard you were angry."

"Well, that was the case when I first heard the news." Daenerys nodded, and then hurriedly added, as if she was worried that Ian would misunderstand, "But soon I remembered what you told me before. As you said, I believe you must have your reasons for doing this, although I still find it difficult to understand."

Seeing Daenerys' tangled expression, Ian knew that the foreshadowing he had made earlier had worked, because he had put forward the 'abolition ideal' before her. Even if she suddenly found that she had strengthened slavery, she would not be able to help but feel free to do so. Thinking about it, could this be some kind of maneuver?

If not, this time she suddenly learned about the situation of slaves along the Worm River, it would definitely cause a big thunder.

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

"Yes." The two maids left and took the order to leave.

They are the female slaves that Ian bought for Daenerys when he was in Tyrosh earlier. In their order of obedience, Ian even ranks above Daenerys.

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

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

Driving all the maids out would make it easier for Duncan to interrogate them and uncover the source of suspicious information.

"What we are going to talk about next is a secret between us, which even the closest people cannot know." Ian explained casually.

"I understand," Daenerys nodded with deep understanding, "So, can you tell me what fifth-class slavery is about?"

"As you have heard, I intend to grant freedom to the slaves in a way that will not alert other city-states. I have given them a promotion channel. They can obtain the de facto treatment of free citizens by promoting the slave level. , even noble treatment. This is 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 become the new good ones?"

"Tell me, will you exploit them, whip them, torture them, or even take their lives without reason?"

"Of course not!" Daenerys said decisively.

But I know how to do it. It is impossible not to exploit people. If slaves don’t work hard, how can I live the life I want?

"Are you going to leave them hungry and homeless?" Ian continued to ask.

"Won't!"

“Are you going to pay them commensurate with their work?”

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

I don't know how to do this. "Then they are already free, aren't they? Dany, this is all a free people should have, they are already free."

"Maybe you are right," Daenerys thought for a while and finally nodded. "This is the best outcome for them."

"So, do you have anything else? I still have a lot of work to do, if that's okay"

"No!" Daenerys interrupted Ian and said seriously, "I have a very important question to ask you."

"What's it about?" Ian thought quickly about what 'very important questions' Daenerys had to ask now, but couldn't find the answer for a while.

"us."

"Us?" Ian frowned, and a bad premonition arose.

"I asked Count Grafson a question before."

I warned Darren that he shouldn't say things he shouldn't say in front of you. Among the native people who work under me, the most reliable ones are Dorian and Darren, Ian thought to himself.

"He was very evasive about the question and I could tell he didn't want to answer me, so I ordered him as Queen to give me an answer," Daenerys continued.

"So what did you ask him?"

"Why don't you propose to me."

"." What was supposed to come came indeed. I knew it would not be easy to delay this matter for several years. Ian pinched his eyebrows.

"Then I got my answer."

What nonsense! Is this answer to the mysterious Eastern power something that an Aboriginal man, Darren Grafson, could possibly know?

"The queen's marriage can be used as an important political bargaining chip. With it, we can get the support of at least one kingdom in Westeros. From a historical perspective, you plan to marry me to a Dornish person, right?" Daenerys' tone Suddenly he became excited and his words turned into questions at the end.

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

"But what Daeron said makes sense, doesn't it? If we want to expedition to Westeros, landing from Dorne would be a good choice if we can get the support of the Martell family."

"I said a long time ago that we don't need anyone's support. I will help you take back that iron chair."

"So why? Since Daeron gave me the wrong answer, can you tell me the correct answer?" Daenerys took a step forward, forcing Ian to step back.

"You are still too young." Ian rarely told the truth.

"Have you forgotten? I should have married Drogo half a year ago. I am old enough." Daenerys said as she pressed forward step by step, blocking Ian in the corner.

"How much have you drunk?" It wasn't until Daenerys' alcohol-smelling breath blew 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 unleash.