The more he looked at her, the more he desired her. Slender, pure, yet so full of life and fire in her eyes.
And it appeared Illyrio noticed his gaze as well. The man quickly turned to introduce the two figures.
"Lord Septon, allow me to present my other guests. I'm certain you know their names. Prince Viserys Targaryen and Princess Daenerys Targaryen."
Bronn chose to show a cold expression, however. "Pray tell me the meaning of this, magister. Should His Grace hear of it, Pentos can kiss its trade with Westeros goodbye till the Stranger comes calling."
Acting flustered, Illyrio shook his head, his words urgent and mixed with an accent. "Lord Septon, I assure you, that was not my purpose. I met them only recently. They sought me out, begging my assistance so they might meet with you. I'm no more than a mediator, and as such, they are under my roof—"
"Enough of this! I'm the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. I am the King, not that usurper. Do not name him King in my presence. I am the true King. You serve me, Septon…"
While Viserys rambled, Bronn didn't even look at the whelp. No, he just stared at Daenerys, the only trophy he desired. And clearly, she had noticed his intense gaze. She seemed shy of him, so he played a trick.
He took out a gold coin from his pocket and placed it on his flat palm, making it visible to everyone there. Then, using basic transfiguration, he turned it into a blooming white rose. A moment later, that rose levitated all the way to Daenerys and hovered in front of her face.
Viserys had been screaming like a bitch all that time, only stopping at the show of magic.
"Take it, Princess. A flower for a flower, consider it the Maiden's blessing," he said, warmth laced in his words. His smile was holy and noble. While he knew his looks were ordinary, it always stopped mattering once he'd show his magic.
Daenerys was startled, in awe of the magic. She stared at the hovering rose for a long time. Then, with a gentle hand, she took it, as if scared she'd hurt the flower.
Mmm… A sweet one indeed.
Nodding, Bronn briskly walked past Illyrio, towards Viserys. That whole time, he gave Daenerys a warm smile, and this time she smiled back at him, as if an emotional connection between them had already formed.
Finally, he stopped in front of Viserys.
"You!"
Before Viserys could speak, Bronn placed a hand on Viserys' shoulder and cast Immobilus, freezing the prince where he stood. His hand stopped the prince from falling back like a puppet.
Then, with cold eyes, he spoke.
"Mind your tongue, Targaryen. Rivers of blood have flowed for the sake of your house. The Seven have watched every drop, and they grieve for the widows and the fatherless left in your family's wake. A king, say you? I will not name Robert 'King' if it pleases you, but neither are you one. If only by blood, the Iron Throne belongs to Elia Martell's son, and no other. Open your eyes, lad. The Seven extend grace through this humble septon. Grasp it not, learn not meekness, and the Stranger will come calling sooner than you like."
Eyes wide, frozen, unable to even whimper, Viserys just stared at Bronn's cold, yet smiling face.
At last, Bronn removed his hand, lifting the magic.
Thud!
Viserys fell backwards on his ass, eyes wide in horror. "Y-Y-You… What did you do? What… I couldn't move!"
Bronn didn't reply and stepped over to Daenerys. Oh, Seven, what a sight she was. He looked at her, reaching only his chest.
Warrior's fat cock! Even her scent has me on edge.
"Princess." He raised a hand, seeking hers. He loved the blush on her face as she gave her delicate hand to him. He felt it on his rough palm, warm, soft, even more pale than him. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand. Then, he raised it and kissed it as a knight would. "Have you heard of me, my Princess?"
Daenerys' naturally watery violet eyes sparkled, curiosity oozing. She nodded, blushing even harder, feeling his thumb rubbing her hand. "I… I have, Lord Septon. I've heard the tales."
"Aye, the tales." Shameless, his other hand went up and caressed her cheeks, his large palm covering most of one side of her face, tucking a few silvery locks behind her ear. Her skin was like velvet.
"Perhaps I'll show you the testament of the tales as well, if the Seven wills."
Zip!
Huh? What?
Right as he was caressing her face, he felt something strange. It felt like a reaction. Like an electrifying sensation oozing out of her skin and entering him. It felt like magic, similar to… no, it wasn't similar. But close, nearly the same as what he used.
What was that?
He tried to feel it again, seeking the source of that sensation. He'd never felt it with anyone before.
"Take your dirty hands off her!"
But Viserys had risen again by then and jumped in front of his sister, shoving Bronn's hands away.
Bronn almost killed the annoying boy right then and there. But he controlled it, as he noticed some semblance of adoration in Daenerys' eyes towards her brother. But there was also fear, so clearly they didn't have an ordinary relationship.
He wanted Daenerys completely, so killing Viserys wasn't the best thing to do there. She'd never forget what he did to her brother.
Moreover, his interest in her went beyond just carnal now.
What in the Seven fucking cunts was that? Did she feel it too?
"Ah, Lord Septon. Please join us for the feast." Illyrio chimed in, easing the tension in the air. "I have brought master cooks who can prepare the dishes of every corner of Essos, and wines beyond my own counting. Let us set aside heavier talk until our bellies are full. I have matters of my own to raise with you, matters touching on the friendship between Pentos and Westeros."
Bronn just nodded, lost in thought. He wanted to speak with Daenerys alone, in private. Of course, she wasn't of the right age yet, nor was he interested in doing 'that' yet.
He just wanted to confirm his doubts.
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Nothing happened during the feast. Too lost in his thoughts, Bronn ate and just spoke with Illyrio about other Free Cities. It appeared Illyrio wanted to help him fully convert all of Pentos to the faith of the Seven. In doing so, the man hoped to gain the Faith's support.
Support for what? The man wanted to become the Prince of Pentos, a true prince with lifelong rule, not a figurehead. Moreover, in private, he confessed that there was a scheme to put Targaryens back on the throne. A scheme that came to an end the moment Elia Martell gave birth. And it truly ended when Bronn killed Lord Varys with his curse.
In riddles, Illyrio told him that he didn't give a damn about the Targaryen siblings at his residence.
Bronn accepted that offer readily. Taking the two Targaryens with him made the most sense. Of course, Bronn would report it to Robert.
But Viserys had to die, no matter what. As for Daenerys, he could always make her a septa, and that would be enough for Robert to calm down. The King already owed too many favors to Bronn to begin with. From saving his son to ending the Greyjoy rebellion.
Yet, Bronn couldn't give a damn about any of those. So, hoping to meet Daenerys again later that night, he decided to remain in Illyrio's manse for that night. He was guided to a luxurious bedchamber, smelling of expensive scents.
Inside, he sat by his table, his entire bedchamber still lit with candles. Unella and Bellegere had gone to sleep in another bedchamber.
Alone, he pondered over what to do with Viserys and Illyrio. He didn't want to give too much power to the greedy magister. But at the same time, converting entire Pentos to the Faith would be a considerable achievement.
Pentos could become the main entry point of the Faith of the Seven into Westeros. It was also the closest to King's Landing.
Handing Viserys to Robert will sadden Daenerys.
So, it had to be natural. An accident or perhaps a sickness. Both of them were easy for him to orchestrate. Besides, even Elia had no use for Viserys. However, Elia may want to wed her son… their son to Daenerys.
In your dreams.
He had no intention of giving Daenerys to anyone.
Knock! Knock!
Right then, a few knocks came. He was certain it was close to midnight, so he wasn't expecting anyone. He reckoned it must be Daenerys as he'd asked Illyrio to present her after Viserys was asleep.
"Enter."
He was wrong… and hard.
The door opened, and Doreah walked in, smiling as always. She held a large tray in her hand, with multiple jars of wine sitting on it, as well as a few cups. But the thing to notice was her attire, or the lack of it. She'd arrived completely bare.
Once again, he was pleasantly amused. Not just her face and future, her whole body was made for seduction. Her tits were more than a handful, barely a sag there, perfect round orbs tipped with cherry pink nipples, areola on the larger side. Her belly was toned, her nether hair trimmed into a single small line, a decoration.
The woman was slender, but not so thin. Her hips flared out well, legs long and creamy, soft even to look at, and a lovely gap revealed her folds, just a glimpse.
"Forgive me, Your Holiness. Viserys has not yet gone to sleep. He is scolding Daenerys... for the words she shared with you."
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