"I want to return to Westeros." Tyrion found a chair beneath a persimmon tree and sat down, speaking to the Dragon Queen, who was lying on a lounge chair sunbathing.
"Go ahead. The united front against the Others needs a peerless warrior like you right now." Dany did not even raise her head as she replied casually.
"There are three problems that need to be solved." The dwarf glanced at the many Dothraki girls playing in the pool, his gaze lingering briefly on Myrcella. Then he lowered his voice. "My identity, the dragon-worms inside my body, and my wyvern, Tessa."
"I will publicly announce that you are the bastard son of Aerys and Joanna, and then acknowledge you as a super bastard," Dany said.
"Shh, keep your voice down." The dwarf nervously glanced back toward the pool again. "I'm not trying to restore my true identity. I'm asking you not to tell others."
"Why? Before this, you were even complaining that Aemon hid your parentage." Dany looked up in surprise.
"A Targaryen bastard is no more honorable than my previous identity. But being your bastard brother is even more dangerous.
Your Majesty, many people hate you but cannot do anything to you.
I am different. I am made of flesh and blood. I don't want to repeat Aegon's old tragedy," Tyrion said seriously.
"You can't bear to sever your ties with the Lannisters, can you?" Dany sneered, exposing his true thoughts. "You're afraid Myrcella, Cersei, Jaime, and the rest of your family will look at you differently. You're afraid of losing their love."
"The Others' love, more like! What love has Cersei ever had for me? And after I killed our father, Jaime must hate me to death as well." Tyrion's handsome face flushed red as he growled sadly.
"You won't be able to hide it forever." Dany shrugged and lay back on her chair again, speaking lazily. "Don't forget Bran. The Three-Eyed Raven knows everything that happens in Westeros.
If you don't want to be manipulated, it's best to make everything public. Don't let the other side hold the advantage in information."
"The Three-Eyed Raven is real? Knowing everything about the past, present, and future sounds a bit exaggerated, doesn't it?" Tyrion said in shock.
"You're an idiot," Dany said calmly.
The dwarf looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"How many times have I mentioned things related to the Three-Eyed Raven? Yet you only believe what you want to believe. If that isn't stupidity, what is?
Now I completely understand why the Citadel created the concept of a 'real world.' There are simply too many 'clever people' like you who pride themselves on skepticism.
Actually, I shouldn't bother explaining things to you. If someone gets manipulated, it won't be me. If you want to keep hiding your identity, then go ahead."
Tyrion's expression changed several times.
After a while, he took a deep breath. His eyes became unusually clear, and he sighed.
"You're right to scold me. I really have been foolish.
After everything I've experienced, even the sun in the sky has disappeared, yet I still think the same way as before. Sooner or later that will cost me dearly."
Dany seemed somewhat surprised by his response.
"So are you going to reveal your identity? I don't want to waste more time on this matter," she asked.
"Reveal it," Tyrion said with a bitter smile. "A secret known by only one person is a secret. The Three-Eyed Raven has no reason to show me goodwill."
"But what does 'super bastard' mean?"
"Do you know what a 'noble bastard' is?" Dany asked in return.
"Could it be…" The dwarf's eyes widened in shock. "You're willing to give me Targaryen succession rights?"
"What is succession worth? You're a super bastard, stronger than a noble bastard. Noble bastards only receive inheritance rights but not the Targaryen surname. I can give you Aerys."
"What?" The dwarf was stunned. "Give me what?"
"I'll give your father back to you."
"My father?" The dwarf still looked puzzled.
"Your real father! As Aerys's only surviving son, you should inherit everything he had."
"But he's your father too!" Tyrion said blankly.
Dany quickly waved her hands, distancing herself. "No. Now he is only your father.
Aerys and I are merely blood relatives of the same clan.
Westeros has such a tradition. If the elder brother cannot produce a son, he adopts his younger brother's son to inherit the family estate.
I am establishing my own house and building an imperial dominion. One mother, Rhaella, is enough to continue my lineage and legacy.
After all, Rhaella is also a direct Targaryen.
As for you, the son inherits the father's legacy. Aerys and the three-headed red dragon sigil belong to you now."
Faced with such a generous sister, Tyrion should have been moved to tears.
And in fact, he really was moved.
Unlike Dany, the dwarf was a typical Westerosi. He placed great importance on the honor of his ancestors and his house.
This could be seen from the lion sigil sewn onto every piece of his clothing.
So when he received from Dany the "Mad King's inheritance," something far greater than the noble bastard Daemon Blackfyre ever had, he truly felt happy and grateful for his sister's affection.
But when he saw her completely indifferent attitude, he suddenly realized that the affection might only be an illusion.
"What are you planning? It seems you also acknowledged Aegon as the 'legitimate descendant of King Aegon the Unworthy,' and now you want me to raise the banner of 'Son of Aerys.' What is your goal?" Tyrion asked with a complicated expression.
"Old Aemon fears another dragon civil war, and I don't want to become a kinslayer either. So maintaining a close relationship with a clear distance benefits everyone.
I have Slaver's Bay, and vast parts of the world waiting for me to conquer.
To me, the legacy left by Aegon the Conqueror is only a cherry in a bowl of yogurt and fruit.
I don't mind giving that cherry to you, or to Aegon, or to someone else.
Of course, if none of you want it, I don't mind eating it myself."
"Fine, I understand." Tyrion smiled bitterly. "If I had a hundred gold dragons in my pocket, I wouldn't mind giving a few copper coins to a beggar who came to my door."
Dany flipped her hand, and a fire sprite was born from her "Flaming Palm." She clenched her fist again, and flames burned once more in her palm.
"Don't put it so harshly. I'm placing the copper coins in your bowl myself.
If you think you're begging, then my act is charity. But if you acknowledge the fact that Aerys is your biological father, then I'm simply giving you the care your father should have given you."
The dwarf's "baby-face" twisted even further.
"If you said it was a sister's care for her bastard brother, it would sound more sincere and make me feel better."
Dany rolled her eyes beautifully. "The truth is more sincere."
The dwarf fell silent for a moment.
"You've given me the Targaryen surname and the family sigil. What about the rest? The other parts of Aerys's inheritance."
"The Iron Throne? If you want it, go fight for it yourself. I won't oppose it."
"But you won't support it either," Tyrion said calmly.
"You people treat sacred vows like thick spit. You spit them out casually and lick them back when necessary. But I like cleanliness. No, I have a cleanliness obsession.
If the Night King can be killed, I will certainly help you sit on that iron chair."
Dany lay on the couch and glanced at him sideways.
"You'd better hurry. Sansa already got the first kill on the Night King, scoring five points and leading the scoreboard."
"First kill?" Tyrion's mouth twitched. "How many times does it need to be killed?"
"In fact, your real competitors are only Sansa, Stannis, and Euron. As for me, because my strength is too great, I have basically withdrawn from the 'whoever kills the Night King becomes king' oath competition."
"I don't intend to compete for the Iron Throne. The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms would never accept a king guilty of patricide. And my birth is rather immoral, not to mention I'm a dwarf." Tyrion looked despondent.
"As you wish."
"Can the dragon-worms inside my body be removed?" Tyrion asked about his second concern.
Dany shook her head, admiration on her face.
"This sorcery that merges the bloodline of dragon-worms is quite unique. It doesn't mean a separate dragon-worm is parasitizing inside your body.
This is a form of bodily modification.
The dragon-worm bloodline is fused with yours. Your genes contain dragon-worm genes. Your muscles, organs, and bones are gradually becoming dragon-worm-like under the influence of sorcery."
"What does that mean?" The dwarf did not quite understand.
"It means there are no real dragon-worms inside your body at all! Just think about it. Dragon-worm eggs are similar to dragon eggs. A newly hatched larva would be as thick as a wrist. How could it be like Jenny's, only as thick as a chopstick and as long as an arm?
The dragon-worms on you are not actually dragon-worms. They are bodily organs that have dragon-worm genes, dragon-worm blood, and the form of dragon-worms."
"Of course, you could also say they are dragon-worms. But your body itself has transformed into dragon-worms. Those dragon-worms are you. You have merged with the dragon-worm bloodline and become dragon-worms."
"So if someone merged with a dragon's bloodline, could they transform into a dragon?" Tyrion asked skeptically.
"That only exists in theory. Yang Dan's sorcery can't achieve that yet. In fact, this isn't a bad thing for you. Becoming dragon-worm-like increases magical power, strengthens fire sorcery, and grants resistance to physical damage."
Tyrion thought to himself that if a woman turned into dragon-worms it would scare men to death, but if a man turned into dragon-worms it could drive women mad with excitement.
An eight-tentacled little demon battling eight goddesses… would that work?
Maybe being a tentacled monster ruling the forest of desire wouldn't be so bad.
Thinking this, his manhood hardened like iron, and a lewd smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah, Uncle, don't smile like that. It's so ugly!"
Myrcella's voice came from the side, pulling the dwarf out of his fantasy.
Turning his head, he saw that the Dothraki girls had already climbed out of the pool. They were carrying baskets and picking strawberries and cherry tomatoes from the vegetable garden carved out among the flowerbeds.
"Gulp…" Seeing those lively, fair bodies, the dwarf swallowed and began to envy the queen's happy life.
Even Robert in his day probably didn't… well, no, the queen was his sister, not his brother.
Sigh, what a pity.
He bared his teeth at his niece and asked again, "Where is my Tessa?"
The Dragon Queen lay on her chair wearing frog-eye sunglasses, facing the sky. She hadn't seen his lewd expression.
"Tessa has been requisitioned."
The dwarf jumped to his feet in anger. "Who dares steal my dragon? You promised at the time you wouldn't give my Tessa to anyone else."
When he was working undercover, he had shattered the Holy Knight's seal in his mind. Naturally, his dragon-rider bond with Tessa had been broken.
"Do I need to assign a dragon rider just because I control a wyvern?" Dany said calmly.
"Oh… it's you." The dwarf's anger deflated like a punctured bladder. "Where is Tessa now?"
"Go to the outskirts of the city tomorrow and take a look."
That evening, the blazing sun hung high above the top-level garden of the pyramid.
Hundreds of nobles, knights, septons of the Faith of the Seven, officials of Meereen, and prominent figures were invited to attend this banquet, which felt somewhat familiar to the officials of Slaver's Bay.
Indeed, this was not the first "family recognition ceremony."
The last time had been the son of Rhaegar, the queen's nephew. This time it was the son of the Mad King, the queen's bastard brother.
The status seemed even higher.
In any case, this banquet was more luxurious than ever before, with fresh fruits available to eat in unlimited quantities.
(End of Chapter)
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