Chapter 184 - Attack on the Great Sept of Baelor (V)
"Gods... other people may find them fascinating, but for me, gods are sad beings who have survived like parasites in a universe heading for its own destruction." Aenar Targaryen, God Emperor of Mankind.
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Looking at the rain falling on the city, Daenerys was happy. With Aenar's magic, she didn't have to worry about a possible fire.
"Let's end the riot quickly to calm the people down, then distribute food and blankets to them." After what had happened, Daenerys knew she had to calm the people. The death of tens of thousands of commoners was not something trivial, she had to give the people an explanation or King's Landing would become a city without citizens.
"Yes, my queen." Monford, seeing his half-brother taking control of the army, showed a trace of jealousy in his gaze, but hid it quickly. Although Daenerys still noticed it.
Seeing the brothers at odds was a good thing in her eyes, all the ministers must be enemies of each other so that the factions within the Court don't stick together and accumulate too much power that could threaten the king. Only a foolish ruler would let his ministers be friendly with each other.
Half a day later.
Daenerys was sitting on the Iron Throne listening to the battle report.
Around thirty-seven thousand people had died.
When Daenerys heard the number, she and everyone else couldn't help but take a deep breath. As nobles, they knew how difficult it was to raise an army, but just by attacking the Church, the Faith of the Seven had amassed an army the size of a Great Noble House.
Dorne didn't have such a large army, and even without armor, the commoners managed to do some damage to the eighteen thousand men of House Tyrell who entered King's Landing.