"JONNNNNNNNN!!!" A furious roar erupted from Rhaegar's mouth as he glared at the downcast Master of Whisperers. "FIVE, FIVE DAMN ASSASSINS, NOT ONE, BUT FIVE!!! HOW DID YOU MISS SOMETHING LIKE THIS!?"
Rhaegar was furious, to say the least; his mother had suffered an assassination attempt in his own home, and there was nothing that could make him angrier than that. His home, which was supposed to be a safe haven, had nearly become his mother's coffin.
If it weren't for the magic bracelet, he would be holding a wake for his own mother!
Jon Connington, the Master of Whisperers, cringed at Rhaegar's furious voice. Honestly, he felt wronged; he had already conducted an incessant search of the Red Keep, especially given the Dowager Queen's more than forty assassinations, but even so, it was impossible to uncover every spy or those deeply involved with the Faith of the Seven.
"I'll give you one day, one day," Rhaegar spoke in a terrifyingly cold and chilling tone. "Everyone with even the slightest connection to the Faith of the Seven must disappear. I don't care about the method; I only want results. If you can't do this, you don't need to return to the Small Council."
Jon felt a chill run down his spine; Rhaegar was truly enraged at that moment. Of that, he had no doubt. When the king is furious, his subjects should be terrified.
"I will not fail, Your Grace," Jon promised in a firm and calm tone, though the sweat trickling down his face showed just how nervous he was feeling at that moment.
Seeing Rhaegar remain silent despite his words, Jon knew he should leave and did so, closing the door carefully so as not to disturb the King's thoughts.
Rhaegar paid no mind to Jon's departure and looked at Raymun with his cold purple eyes. The Hand of the King, feeling the king's cold gaze, straightened up and spoke in a calm tone. "War preparations are going well; I predict that in a week we will be ready to march to the Trident."
Logistics was a time-consuming process; a war could not begin until the logistics were ready to meet the army's needs. If there were any error in logistics, the army would have to stop halfway and wait for supplies to arrive before they could continue their march.
One week was already the best he could do; it was an army of forty thousand men and horses, not a small force. Not to mention the House Targaryen Army—he couldn't imagine how good House Tyrell's logistics must be to have nearly a hundred thousand soldiers marching as quickly as House Targaryen's army.
Rhaegar's cold expression relaxed slightly at Raymun's words—at least some good news amidst the terrible news. "You heard my mother talking about the show she and Cadmus are preparing; give them your full support. I want the head of the Red Archbishop of King's Landing rolling down the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor."
(Note: There aren't many ranks in the Faith of the Seven, only Septons and the highest position, the High Septon. So, I had to divide it into Red Archbishop, White Bishop, and Gray Priest; there are others like Holy Brothers and Sisters, the lowest rank, and the Silent Sisters, responsible for funeral matters and rites for the dead, as well as the Faith Militant.)
Raymun couldn't help but take a deep breath at the king's words. If the Archbishop's head rolled down the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor, it would be an irreversible declaration of war. The Crown would truly go to war with the Faith.
However, before the king's cold and determined eyes, no counsel escaped his lips. He understood there was no longer a path to peace, not when those responsible for the deaths of hundreds of House Targaryen children, babies, and women were tied to the Faith of the Seven. The attempted assassination of the Dowager Queen only accelerated the process.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will assist the Queen and the Lord Mage in preparing their show," Raymun said solemnly. "I will begin creating every possible atrocity to tarnish the image of the Faith of the Seven."
While the king wasn't actually as influential in people's minds as the gods, one should not underestimate the respect they held for their rulers. A king needed only a single thought to plunge the entire continent into chaos, just as Rhaegar was doing at this very moment.
Rhaegar nodded with a satisfied expression on his face. Since he had decided to start a war with the Faith of the Seven, he had to see it through to the end. He would not back down as Jaehaerys had, who even with dragons allowed the Faith of the Seven to continue existing.
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In his room, Cadmus looked at the three naked women before him with a satisfied expression. Since he had decided to put on a beautiful show, he would do it in an exemplary fashion. Why not go overboard and throw even more mud on something that was already filthy?
Seeing demonic tattoos snaking across the skin of the three women, Cadmus laughed, feeling no psychological weight in doing such a thing. Only an idealistic fool would feel pity for their enemies.
As Cadmus was about to continue, he heard a knock at his door and smiled. He didn't even need to look to guess who was on the other side. Only Daenerys had such a massive, dormant magic within her body.
With a wave of his hand, the door opened on its own and Daenerys appeared, dressed in beautiful black, a smile on her lips. However, her smile faltered upon seeing the three naked women before Cadmus.
"Come in, Princess." Cadmus looked at Daenerys with a provocative gaze and explained nothing, simply extending his hand toward her as if inviting her to do something devilish.
Seeing his provocative look, Daenerys puffed out her cheeks adorably and didn't hesitate to enter the room alone, without any Kingsguard behind her.
Daenerys first looked around the room with some curiosity; it was the first time she had entered a man's room alone, and she felt strangely excited. There was a massive iron cauldron, and glass vials of different sizes and shapes that she hadn't even imagined existed.
Beside the impeccably made bed, there was a wooden log where, on one of the branches, a beautiful black bird could be seen perched with its eyes closed. She knew this bird could grow to a simply enormous size, like a small hill.
"Who are these women?" Daenerys finally looked at the three naked women before Cadmus; they had strange and frightening tattoos on their skin, which made her slightly uncomfortable.
Cadmus looked into Daenerys's beautiful lilac eyes and explained everything in a calm tone: the assassination attempt on his mother, the conspiracy, and finally the expected outcome of the plot.
Daenerys's eyes widened in complete shock, followed by anger and fury. If there was anyone she loved in this world, it was Rhaella. Knowing that the most important person to her had almost died made her furious.
"I'm going to kill those filthy bastards," Daenerys said, her voice full of rage; she wished she had Cadmus's power to burn everyone who dared try to take her mother's life.
"Don't worry, you have an important role in the show," Cadmus said mysteriously. Since he wanted to destroy the reputation of the Faith of the Seven, he needed an equally divine figure to make the people worship House Targaryen even more.
What better way than to bring back the dragons after more than a hundred and fifty years?
For this, Daenerys was more than important, for she was a woman, a beautiful woman and quite suitable to be sanctified. With the Red Faith arriving in Westeros, Daenerys would become the perfect public figure to clash with the Faith of the Seven.
"Me?" Daenerys pointed to herself, unable to imagine any reason why she was essential to this conspiracy.
Cadmus smiled and explained everything with a very amused look, especially seeing her shocked, excited, and happy expression at his words.
"Dragons!!!" Daenerys practically jumped for joy, her cheeks flushed with the sheer emotion she was feeling at that moment.
She didn't know about other Targaryens, but dragons had always been a recurring dream for her, so the idea that she would have dragons and be the reason they were born after a hundred and fifty years was simply wonderful in her eyes.
Looking at Cadmus, Daenerys practically jumped into his arms and looked at him with admiration. Rising on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek and said happily, "I'm so happy, Cadmus."
The girl didn't even call Cadmus "Lord Peverell," as she usually did, showing just how excited she was at that moment.
"My princess is greedy," Cadmus said with a laugh as he wrapped both arms around her slender waist. He looked at the girl in his arms and said mischievously, "But I am a greedy mage, and I don't want just a simple kiss on the cheek as a reward."
Daenerys's cheeks practically flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn't help but glare at Cadmus. Though in Cadmus's eyes, her gaze was anything but threatening, like a rabbit looking angrily at a predator.
However, to Cadmus's surprise, Daenerys actually leaned in and stole a chaste kiss on his lips. Cadmus expected anything but a kiss at that moment. He had originally intended to tease her, but unexpectedly, the girl had more courage than he thought.
Seeing his stunned expression, Daenerys looked at Cadmus with pride. "Don't underestimate the courage of a greedy princess like me!"
Cadmus smiled and looked at Daenerys with a provocative gaze, deciding to show this inexperienced girl what a real kiss was, even if it was still a chaste one.
Daenerys's eyes widened, but she soon loved what she was feeling and gave herself to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
'My brother is going to kill me,' she thought as she closed her eyes.
Daenerys didn't know that Rhaegar would be happy—he even wanted to marry her to Cadmus as soon as possible.
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