Hearing Drogon's thoughts, Daenerys felt helpless, but she had no choice. She was already close to her limit and planned to start handling only the most important matters starting tomorrow.
As for Drogon's suggestion about appointing governors, Daenerys thought it was indeed feasible. Meereen still needed her presence for the time being, but Astapor and Yunkai required someone to oversee them. Daario could handle Yunkai, but Astapor still lacked a suitable governor.
The next day, just like in Yunkai before, Meereen issued two public notices. One called for people with knowledge or special skills to register, while the other offered high prices for books in preparation for founding academies.
Only a few hours after the notices were posted, the response was even more enthusiastic than in Yunkai. The number of donated books also surpassed what they had collected there.
By the end of the day, both the quantity and quality of talented individuals far exceeded those found in Yunkai, which was related to the unique nature of Meereen's slave population.
Astapor mainly trained Unsullied soldiers, while Yunkai's slaves were mostly bed slaves. Meereen, however, had fewer slaves overall, but many of them were relatively high-level professionals—teachers, translators, advisors, physicians, and the like.
In addition, Meereen possessed a massive fighting pit. Nobles and merchants from nearby regions—and even from distant places like Qarth and Asshai—often traveled there seeking excitement.
The spending power of these wealthy visitors fueled Meereen's prosperity, attracting even more talented individuals. Upon hearing that Daenerys intended to establish academies, many eagerly signed up, hoping to put their abilities to use.
Seeing such an abundance of capable people gave Daenerys far more confidence in the idea of founding schools.
While Missandei compiled language textbooks, Drogon and Daenerys were often nearby. Through Daenerys, Drogon taught Missandei many techniques for organizing educational materials.
Although Drogon didn't know as many languages as Missandei, his understanding of language-learning books from his previous life made him more than qualified to teach her.
Missandei had never done editorial work before. At first, she only hoped Daenerys might offer a few suggestions. She never expected Daenerys to understand so many advanced methods—many of which she had never even heard of.
Missandei had always believed her talent for languages was extraordinary, but after hearing Daenerys' suggestions, she felt Daenerys' aptitude might be just as remarkable.
Seeing Missandei's admiring gaze made Daenerys feel slightly embarrassed. Most of the advice had actually been secretly relayed by Drogon whenever he wasn't around. She worried he might discover that she could overhear his thoughts, unaware that Drogon had long since known about it.
As Daenerys explained the language techniques, she once again marveled at the power of Drogon's inherited knowledge—even methods for language instruction could apparently be passed down.
After adopting Daenerys' suggestions, Missandei's writing speed increased dramatically. She was convinced that people using her books would find language learning both easier and more effective.
After staying in Meereen for several days, Drogon estimated Tyrion's trial should already be over. Since there was nothing urgent to do in Meereen, he decided to go check on the situation.
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King's Landing.
The Small Council meeting had just ended, leaving only Tywin and Cersei in the chamber.
"After Tommen's wedding, you will marry Loras and go to Highgarden. Have his child as soon as possible," Tywin told Cersei.
"What about my son? He's still young. I can't leave him!" Cersei refused.
Tywin looked at her, surprised. He had already persuaded her before Tyrion's engagement, so he didn't understand why she was resisting again.
"As long as I'm in King's Landing, your son will be safe," Tywin said, suppressing his anger.
"My daughter was thrown into the hands of those Dornish savages, my son is being manipulated by that little Tyrell whore, and now you want me to go to Highgarden and breed like a sow? I won't leave King's Landing. I'll stay with my son!" Cersei shot back furiously.
"You only care about your son. Have you no concern for the family at all?" Tywin roared.
"You only care about the family! You've never cared about us. We're nothing but pieces and bargaining chips to you. This time, I won't let you control me," Cersei declared firmly.
Tywin stepped closer and stared into her eyes.
"Whether you obey me is not your decision to make. And whether you marry Loras is not your choice either."
"When you married me to Robert, you also told me to bear his children as quickly as possible. Now you want me to bear Loras' children. Do you want the same result again?"
"What are you implying?" Tywin glanced aside briefly before turning back.
"You know exactly what I mean," Cersei replied bitterly.
Tywin narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You will marry Loras on schedule. I will not repeat myself."
"Perhaps in your eyes, all that matters is that there's a child. It doesn't matter whose child it really is. Am I right?"
Tywin stared at his daughter, frowning silently.
"In any case, I will not leave my son!" Cersei said before turning and walking away.
"You think I don't know what you truly want? As long as I live, you will never decide the fate of the Seven Kingdoms!" Tywin shouted after her.
Cersei halted mid-step. She turned back to glare at him, gritted her teeth, and stormed out of the council chamber.
"Your Grace!"
As she walked with her head lowered, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
Looking up, she saw Qyburn, the maester who had crafted Jaime's artificial hand. She nodded absently and was about to continue walking before suddenly stopping and turning back toward him.
Qyburn had greeted her only to realize something seemed wrong with her expression. Just as he prepared to leave, he noticed her staring at him intently.
Qyburn had been expelled from the Citadel for conducting human experiments in his alchemical research. Cersei, recognizing his talents, had taken him in.
"Maester Qyburn, I need to speak with you. Follow me."
After speaking, Cersei walked ahead, leaving Qyburn confused but obediently trailing behind her.
…
Drogon arrived in King's Landing and checked Varys' message. Only then did he learn that Tyrion's trial by combat had already concluded—Gregor Clegane was dead, while Oberyn Martell had narrowly survived.
Upon hearing of the Mountain's death, Drogon couldn't help wondering how Sandor Clegane—the Hound—would react. He had likely lost the very purpose that sustained his life.
That obsession—the one that drove him to charge into the flames during Daenerys' destruction of King's Landing just to kill his brother—had suddenly vanished. Drogon wondered what would become of him now.
According to Varys, Tyrion had boarded a ship for Pentos the previous night and would arrive sometime today. Drogon decided to head there immediately and wait for him.
More than an hour later, Drogon landed inside a courtyard in Pentos. Seeing a window open, he flew directly inside.
Shireen was reading when Drogon arrived. She hurriedly set down her book and walked to the window, allowing Drogon to perch on the back of her hand.
"Drogon, when can I go to Slaver's Bay? It's so boring here all alone."
Her small hand gently stroked the glossy black scales on his back as she pouted slightly.
Ever since bringing her here, Drogon had repeatedly warned her to go out as little as possible. Although guards from the governor's mansion protected the courtyard and escorted her whenever she went outside, Drogon still worried about her safety. If someone recognized Shireen while he wasn't around, it would be too late to save her if anything happened.
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