In the dungeons, a blood-red pentagram lay on the floor—a five-pointed star surrounded by a vast array of runes. Red candles could be seen at each point of the star, totaling five in all.
Daenerys observed everything with curiosity, especially the barrels of blood placed to the side. There were dozens of them, all filled to capacity. Curiously, there was no foul smell; it was even sweet.
"Is it human blood?" Daenerys asked in a curious tone, completely unfazed by the macabre environment that would have been terrifying to anyone else.
"Unfortunately, the Night's Watch won't be getting any new members for a while," Cadmus replied with a smile. He felt no pity for these people; they were rapists and murderers, of no use to this world.
However, looking at it from another angle, Cadmus was also a killer, having taken hundreds of lives. It was a total, endless hypocrisy. But then again, humans were hypocrites who loved to separate good from evil.
Daenerys understood the implications of Cadmus's words and smiled. Like her fiancé, she felt absolutely nothing. And as a woman, she especially loathed rapists. That kind of scum shouldn't even breathe the same air as humans; they were filthy animals.
"Take off your clothes and stand in the center of the pentagram," Cadmus said with a calm gaze. He looked at the number of barrels and assumed they were enough for Princess Naerys, Prince Aegon, and Prince Maekar.
"Did you see my mother naked?" Hearing his words, Daenerys looked at Cadmus and asked with a playful smile on her lips.
Cadmus's lips twitched. Why did everyone ask that?
"Who is more beautiful, me or my mother?" Daenerys asked with a smile. She slipped the straps of her dress off, and it fell to the floor, revealing her complete nudity. She showed no sign of shame or shyness.
Cadmus looked at Daenerys's body and couldn't help but thank the gods and George Martin for both being men of culture for creating such beautiful creatures.
To call Daenerys a lake fairy would be an understatement. With her delicate frame, she looked like a perfect work of art. Her small breasts, partially hidden by her long silver-blonde hair, fit perfectly in Cadmus's hands. Her slender waist was easily encircled by a single arm, and her legs were elegant and flawless. Using her hand, she hid her garden, though the act only made her even more tempting.
"You are more beautiful," Cadmus said in a sincere tone as he appreciated the view before him. He wasn't foolish enough to praise another woman in front of his own fiancée. Only idiots with zero experience would make a low-level mistake like that.
However, he wasn't lying. Cadmus personally found Daenerys more beautiful than Rhaella.
Daenerys couldn't help but smile at those words. What woman doesn't love a compliment, especially from her man? At the same time, she could feel his warm gaze traveling over her skin, leaving her satisfied; she enjoyed awakening Cadmus's lust.
"Let's begin, or I'm going to deflower you right here," Cadmus said with a slightly husky laugh. Daenerys was truly a temptation.
Daenerys laughed and feigned shyness, covering her nudity with her hands, which made Cadmus swallow hard and thank Rhaella for bringing such a blessing into the world.
"It's going to hurt, but try not to move," Cadmus said as he closed his eyes. He decided that when he finished, he would punish this succubus princess.
Daenerys watched with curiosity as the blood began to float in the air and, as if it had a life of its own, began to hover above her. At the same time, the red candles ignited, and five torrents of flame rose to the ceiling.
The princess felt no fear, only curiosity. She did not fear fire, much less blood, and besides, it was her beloved performing the entire blood ritual. Suddenly, Daenerys felt a drop of blood drip onto her forehead, followed by another, then another and another.
Soon, Daenerys felt she was drenched in blood, and although it was something extremely malevolent in the eyes of the whole world, she enjoyed the sensation of the blood running over her skin.
Do I have a blood fetish? This thought appeared in Daenerys's mind; after all, it wasn't normal to enjoy bathing in blood. Yet here she was, enjoying the comfortable sensation of the blood bath. If that didn't make her crazy, she didn't know what would.
Suddenly, Daenerys felt her body stiffen. An extremely unpleasant sensation made her frown. She felt as if tiny snakes were slithering under her skin; it was a genuinely agonizing feeling.
However, remembering that she couldn't move, Daenerys bit her lips and remained still without moving a muscle. But she promised she would make the High Septon suffer ten times what she was feeling at that moment.
Arthur Olsen, the High Septon, had no idea that there were two extremely vengeful women planning a long and painful death for him. And perhaps even if he did know, he would only show a trace of disdain and not care.
Daenerys, who was biting her lips hard, felt the pain vanish and breathed heavily. Feeling a light caress on her cheek, the princess opened her eyes and saw a pair of dark green eyes staring at her with a touch of concern and kindness.
"Are you all right?" Cadmus asked in a gentle tone, his fingers sliding over her blood-stained skin with tenderness.
Daenerys rested her face in the palm of Cadmus's hand and looked at him with her beautiful lilac eyes. "I'm dirty," she said in a soft, slightly tired tone.
"Don't worry; my hands are equally stained with blood," Cadmus replied, still in a gentle tone. He wasn't lying; there were hundreds of people he had killed, so his hands were truly stained with blood.
"Then we're both dirty, my love." Daenerys kissed Cadmus's fingers and spoke with a smile, looking at him with a complicit gaze that was not at all appropriate for an unmarried princess.
Cadmus showed a genuinely surprised look and, for the first time, felt his heart beat faster because of a woman. "Daenerys, you have to take responsibility," he said in a teasing tone.
"What responsibility?" The princess blinked and wore a genuinely confused expression.
"For stealing my heart so cruelly, you selfish princess," Cadmus said with a laugh. He didn't mind talking about feelings; at that moment, he truly felt he was starting to like this eccentric princess with her somewhat strange thoughts.
Daenerys opened her mouth, shocked by Cadmus's words, and looked at him, still incredulous at what she had just heard. Then, a smile appeared on the princess's lips.
Under Cadmus's surprised eyes, she jumped on him and hugged him tightly, wrapping her legs and arms around him like an octopus. "I want a kiss," she said, tilting her head up and smiling at Cadmus with an excited look.
Cadmus let out a laugh at this behavior but obeyed, claiming his princess's lips. He didn't care about the blood and kissed her intensely, as if wanting to tell her how much he liked her through the touch of their lips.
Daenerys understood the message, for she also kissed him with just as much intensity. No—she seemed even crazier, almost as if she wanted to merge with him.
Three minutes later, their lips parted, both breathing heavily.
"When we get married, we're going to kiss every day," Daenerys said with a greedy look as she caught her breath. She was truly greedy to feel this way every moment of the day.
Cadmus certainly wasn't against it; perhaps no man in the world who liked women would be against something like that.
"I'm greedy; I want much more than a kiss," Cadmus said with a laugh.
"I reluctantly accept your terms," Daenerys said with a smug look, then laughed and stepped out of Cadmus's arms.
Before Cadmus could respond, he heard a cough not far away and saw Rhaella looking at him with a teasing gaze.
"You two finally stopped kissing; I was getting tired of waiting," Rhaella said. She approached and covered her daughter's nudity with a red and black cloak.
"You're truly bold," Rhaella said, looking at her daughter. However, there was a smile on her lips.
Daenerys shrugged; she was already engaged to Cadmus, and she didn't mind losing her virginity before the wedding. She even found the idea quite attractive and exciting.
Seeing her daughter's expression, Rhaella rolled her eyes and knew exactly what thoughts were crossing her daughter's mind.
"I'll bring Aegon." Turning to Cadmus, Rhaella spoke in a gentle tone. She really liked this "Good Son." He was handsome, fun, and didn't seem like other men who treated women as trophies or objects.
Cadmus nodded and winked at Daenerys, who gave a complicit smile and left the dungeon.
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