Chapter 29 - The Queen and the Exiled Princesses (V)
"When we make mistakes, we know we are imperfect, we must learn from them and never make the same mistake again, becoming more perfect as we grow older." Aenar Targaryen, observing Night's Watch recruits.
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Daenerys could only hear the cries of agony and mercy from the man who had tried to kill her; she didn't look away, staring directly at the scene. She didn't feel pity, on the contrary, she still felt that he didn't suffer enough, that anyone who threatened her family should suffer the greatest torment for eternity.
At the age of ten, she knew that kindness was a beautiful thing, but only fear could make you respected and feared. In this barbaric world, people didn't respect your kindness, they respected your power, and only your power. It was a reality she had been forced to face since she was three years old, forced to flee like animals.
That's why Daenerys didn't feel sorry for the murderer, on the contrary, she watched with a sick pleasure how he suffered, perhaps it was her way to vent about the constant murders she had suffered in her short, young life. Call her cruel and sadistic, but that was what the world wanted.
No longer hearing the screams, Benerro lowered his hand and looked at the charred body kneeling before him with an indifferent expression. The moment the man had spoken of the identity of the Queen and the aunts of the Son of Light, he had already condemned him to death; no one could harm the relatives of the Messiah.
Turning his gaze to the three members of House Targaryen, Benerro understood why he hadn't been able to find the women before. The dyeing of their hair might make it difficult for anyone to recognize them. Together with the fourth member of the group, it was really difficult to recognize the queen and the princesses. After all, it was Essos and a group of four was more normal than anything else.
Taking a deep breath, Benerro approached and spoke with a gentle expression, or at least he felt he was trying to show it. "Your Grace, I am Archbishop Benerro, and in the name of the Red Faith, Reverend Mother humbly requests an audience with you and your noble daughters."
Rhaella felt a tightness in her chest when she heard the respectful tone, she wasn't happy about it, on the contrary, she was worried. The more respect the man before her showed, the more suspicious she became. Even though she was a queen, she was a queen without a country and exiled to another continent. There was no reason for the Red Faith to show her and her daughters such respect.
"And I have the choice to refuse?" Rhaella commented with a slightly sad smile, but Benerro's next words surprised her.
"Yes, Your Grace can refuse and leave at any time you wish, Volantis will provide you with lodging, a mansion with servants if you wish, and anything else you ask for." Benerro spoke in a respectful tone as he bowed slightly forward. As a servant of the Son of Light, he was only sword and shield for the Messiah and nothing more.