She sat with her legs crossed on the stone throne at the front of the great hall. The bulky and simple seat only made her appear more petite and elegant. Light filtering through the small round windows high in the thick walls of Dragonstone Keep slowly fell and enveloped her, making the Queen's skin glow like jade and her hair shine like silver. Her face was so beautiful and dazzling it was impossible to look directly at it, as if she were a masterpiece created by a creator god who had poured all his energy and effort into it. Aegor felt such a strong sense of being at a loss for words for the first time, he simply could not find the right words to describe the scene he was witnessing.
His pupils dilated, his heart instantly accelerated to a frantic pace, and a hot current rushed to his forehead. His blood was boiling, every muscle, every cell, every segment of DNA seemed to be roaring hoarsely: this is the most perfect mate and object for procreation, she must be obtained at all costs!
However, suppressing the unusual feeling in his body, and staring at Daenerys for a moment longer, Aegor noticed something was not right.
Regarding appearance, in the modern world with the four evil arts of sex change, plastic surgery, makeup, and photo editing, Aegor had seen more perfect and flawless faces on screens or in photos. Not discussing the fake ones, even Cersei Lannister, whom Aegor had seen, was definitely not uglier than Daenerys when she was ten years younger.
Regarding figure, the slender and graceful Nina, the full and alluring Melisandre, the astonishingly long-legged Yara Greyjoy, and even Arya Stark, who was small and thin but full of vitality and spirit. Some he had been intimate with, some he had not, but each had her own characteristics and style. There is no accounting for taste, and it is impossible to say who is better or worse.
And regarding charm, in the South there was the stunningly beautiful and captivating Little Rose Margaery Tyrell, in the North there was the dignified, elegant, and beautiful Sansa Stark. Even the Little Princess Myrcella Baratheon, who was currently a guest in Crown Town, possessed a delicate temperament that made anyone who saw her feel pity, coupled with her obedience, perceptiveness, and intelligence. When she grew up, she would definitely be a siren who could charm men to death.
And Daenerys?
Relying on the vast knowledge and experience he possessed from being bombarded with information in the internet age, he suddenly made a subconscious judgment that was inconsistent with his intuitive feeling: what made his heart pound and his hair stand on end was not just Daenerys's beauty.
She was indeed very beautiful, but she was by no means beautiful enough to completely surpass all other women in the world in every aspect. It might be difficult to find someone more beautiful than her in the world, but there would certainly not be too few who were equally or nearly as beautiful. In fact, the reception hall in Dragonstone Keep was vast, and Aegor was standing twenty to thirty meters away from her at this moment, so it was impossible for him to take in all the details of her appearance at once. The intense physiological reaction his body felt just now, which his reason could not suppress, was less being awestruck by the Dragon Queen's beauty and more like feeling a strong threat to life, as if seeing a tiger that was not in a cage.
Daenerys carried a unique, indescribable aura, which had an attraction to the opposite sex, but more so, it had an aura of authority and oppression. A word surfaced in Aegor's mind: kingly aura.
There is no such thing as a kingly aura in the world, at least that is what Aegor had always believed. Kings, Hands, and Lords, he had seen a great many, more than he could count on one hand, and he had even tricked most of them. He was qualified to express his opinion: the so-called aura is actually a comprehensive subjective feeling created by clever coordination and reinforcement between appearance, clothing, expression, speech, and demeanor, combined with the scene, and finally converging together.
The Dragon Queen had just returned from overseas, and Aegor was the first well-known figure to proactively visit. It seemed plausible that Daenerys intended to stage a show to intimidate the neutral faction and give the Night's Watch Commander, who was close to the North, a bit of a warning.
But the Queen was as beautiful as a painting and as gentle as water, wearing a red and black coat that highlighted her figure and looked somewhat like a couple's outfit with the Night's Watch black robe. She had a friendly shallow smile on her face, and she did not say any harsh words or have a large contingent of soldiers draw their swords and line up beside her to intimidate him. Aegor did not see any dragons flying in the sky as he entered the castle. She clearly had no intention of intimidating him, so why did he still feel such strong authority, to the point where his hair even stood on end?
There is only one explanation: this authority is real, a field of mental influence like a magic barrier.
This domineering aura, combined with another indescribable attraction and her real beauty, was like Daenerys had been subjected to constant powerful mental magic spells of charm and awe. It was able to leave a deep impression on others regardless of their aesthetic taste and strength of will, and able to be loved and respected more easily than normal people. "Mother of Dragons is cheating" might not just be a joke from readers and viewers, but a fact. This might be an ability that comes from her True Dragon bloodline, or it might be an ability bestowed upon her later because she was chosen as the Prophet. The beauty and kingly aura that Daenerys possesses are her cheats.
If this guess is true, then everything makes sense: she was clearly a wife bought by Drogo, but unknowingly she received genuine respect and love from her husband. Jorah Mormont was originally sent to monitor her movements, but eventually fell uncontrollably in love with her and was willing to die for her. Daario Naharis was clearly hired to fight against her, but in the end he killed the other two lords and defected with the Stormcrows. So many wealthy merchants and magnates, slave owners, and local powers in Qarth and Astapor, who coveted Daenerys's dragons immensely, yet not a single one dared to seize them by force. These plot points, which seemed strongly illogical and contrived when viewed through paper or a screen, in short, protagonist's halo, now became so reasonable the moment Aegor met the real person.
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"Cough..." A soft female voice interrupted Aegor's myriad thoughts. It was Daenerys, who could not bear the silence any longer and spoke first. "Commander, I have long heard of your name. Is your visit this time specifically to swear fealty and support me in eliminating the usurper family and reclaiming the Seven Kingdoms?"
Aegor was startled and quickly returned to reality from his thoughts. He had never been so rude. The aura Daenerys carried was so powerful that he unintentionally stared at her for several seconds, almost like a pervert. Fortunately, perhaps because she was used to men staring at her, she did not show any displeasure, and her attitude could even be described as friendly.
"Your Majesty, you jest." Quickly composing his expression, Aegor lowered his gaze and no longer looked at Daenerys. "The Night's Watch swears neutrality, impartiality, and will never participate in the internal disputes of the Kingdom. Please forgive me for being unable to swear fealty to you or provide direct support. But I have brought you another gift, Your Majesty will surely like it."
He took out a flat object wrapped in silk cloth from inside his coat and handed it to Missandei, who had quickly approached at the sight, so that she could pass it to Daenerys on the throne.
The Queen took it in her hand and lifted a corner of the silk cloth, finding it was a thin booklet. The material was strange and special, something she had never seen before. It should be the rumored plant fiber paper, which was not unusual, but on the exposed part of the cover was a handwritten large character that looked very new: "King."
(To be continued.)
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