Chapter 271 A Fallen Targaryen

"Everyone, don't be so excited."

Rhaegar took off his hood, revealing a handsome face with a calm demeanor.

Several slave traders saw it and hesitated to step forward.

People's temperaments are different.

Rhaegar's pure Valyrian face and noble temperament undoubtedly did not prove his extraordinary status.

Seeing the hesitation of the slave traders, Rega said calmly: "Be quiet for a while and wait until I finish asking."

The slave traders looked at each other, silently took two steps back, and surrounded the two men.

The other party may be a rich man, and he will probably spend money to buy a female slave.

At this time, Rhaegar had time to carefully look at Daniella kneeling at her feet.

Daniella has slightly curly hair, white and translucent skin, and a petite and exquisite figure. She gives people a kind of protectiveness that I feel pity for.

She raised her face high at the moment, with only two rags covering her body.

Rhaegar saw her face and became slightly distracted.

It is said that Danila's face is very similar to Rhaenyra's, and she looks surprisingly beautiful.

On her cheeks, there were two tattoos in the shape of tears.

Reveal her identity as a prostitute.

Rega frowned, feeling a little unhappy from the bottom of his heart: "Who gave you this name? How do you know my origin?"

There are not a few people with the same name in the world.

But the name Danila is a variant of Targaryen's name that has been inherited from ancient times, and is not an ordinary Valyrian name.

Moreover, it is revealed in one sentence that he is from Targaryen, which is not something a prostitute should know.

"My lord, my name comes from my mother, and is repeated by many of my relatives."

Daniella knew that the boy in front of her was her only savior at the moment, and she answered honestly with tears in her eyes.

She pointed to the looming collar under Rhaegar's black robe, where there was a button, and said tremblingly: "Your button is engraved with the symbol of three red dragons."

Hearing this, Rhaegar loosened his collar and looked down to see the clan emblem on the button.

Targaryen's clothing highlights a gorgeous and iconic character.

Unexpectedly, a prostitute recognized his origin from this.

After hearing these answers, Rhaegar realized that the other party was not simple. He squatted down, looked directly into her blue pupils, and repeated the sentence at the beginning: "Why should I help you?"

Daniela's fair face was covered with bruises, and her big eyes were occupied by uneasiness. She said tremblingly: "I'm sorry to say this, but I may have the same blood as you."

After saying these words, she subconsciously retracted her neck for fear of being scolded and beaten.

Her status is too low and she is not worthy of having the same blood as any adult.

Rega was stunned for a moment, his eyes uncertain.

After thinking for a moment, Rhaegar stood up and threw a bulging money bag from his sleeve.

The slave traders quickly caught it and opened their money bags anxiously.

Instantly, I was impressed by the golden coins.

Rega stared at them and said in a deep voice: "Take the money and get away!"

Regardless of whether what Daniela said was true or false, her origins could not be revealed in public.

The other party asked him for help, so he couldn't let these slave traders take him away.

The slave trader picked up a cup of gold dragon and took a bite with his teeth to confirm that it was gold. His face became flattering: "She is yours, my lord."

After that, he tied up his money bag, scanned his surroundings warily, and turned around to leave.

In the Free Trade City, money is a living ancestor.

Rhaegar ignored it, raised his foot and shook off Daniela's hand, turned around and said coldly: "Follow me!"

"Yes, sir."

Daniella was overjoyed, picked up the only two rags she had on her body, and followed closely.

…

Rega found a restaurant with a decent environment and chose a hidden corner by the window.

He threw a covering robe to Daniela and said clearly: "Whose illegitimate daughter are you?"

Daniella was young and looked about his age.

Rhaegar wondered if the other party was the seed sown by his father or Daemon when he was young.

Daniella wrapped her body tightly in a black robe, lowered her head, and said timidly: "I am not anyone's illegitimate daughter. My mother is just a prostitute. She doesn't even know who she was pregnant with."

"Your bloodline comes from your mother?" Rega asked doubtfully.

Daniella nodded and said in a low voice: "My bloodline comes from my mother, and her bloodline comes from my grandmother."

"Your grandmother?" Rhaegar grasped the key point, a little surprised.

A woman who is a grandmother is not young.

At such an age, he can still inherit the weak caste characteristics of Targaryen, which is very unusual.

Daniella wanted to bury her head in her chest and trembled: "You should have heard of my grandmother's name. Her name is Senila..."

When it came to the key point, his voice dropped extremely low: "Senilla Targaryen."

…

That night.

Rega crossed the long bridge and found a large brothel with an endless flow of customers among the prosperous brothels in Dongcheng District.

"right here?"

Rhaegar asked, pointing to the brothel.

Daniella was wearing a black robe and her long silver-gold hair was hidden in a hood. She confirmed: "This is it. The place where I grew up. I can't admit it wrong."

"Lead the way."

With complicated eyes, Rega entered the brothel among the clients.

The brothel occupies a large area, with a total of three floors, filled with all kinds of tempting oil carvings.

As soon as I entered, the strong smell of perfume hit my nose.

As far as the eye can see is the white flesh of the prostitute and the lustful client.

Through the surrounding walls, the sound of Mi Mi can be heard endlessly, full of erotic color.

Daniela led the way, and the prostitutes who saw her looked surprised, but did not come forward to talk.

Rhaegar followed her all the way up to the third floor, where the dissolute sounds subsided and began to surround the music.

After taking two steps, a door deep in the corridor opened and a middle-aged man with silver-blond hair walked out.

Seeing the middle-aged man appear, Daniela visibly trembled and stopped.

The middle-aged man walked up to the two of them, looked at Daniela up and down, and said strangely: "I just heard someone reported the news of your return. It's really surprising."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Rhaegar and asked: "Boy, did you buy Danila?"

Rhaegar raised his head, took off the hood that obscured his face, and asked: "I'm looking for a woman named Senela. I heard she is here?"

"Of course she is here, she is my mother and the madam of this brothel."

The middle-aged man noticed Rhaegar's long silver-blond hair and purple pupils, thinking about it and not hiding it.

"Take me to her." Rhaegar's voice turned cold, not wanting to talk nonsense in the corridor.

"She hasn't had any visitors for a long time, even though you are young and handsome."

The middle-aged man was stunned and decisively refused.

Daniela trembled and said: "Uncle, your lord is from Westeros."

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he instantly thought of the land he had traveled across the ocean to when he was a boy.

After taking a serious look at Rhaegar, he guessed a lot at once.

Pure Valyrian descendants from Westeros...

No need to think, it must be a member of that family.

The middle-aged man was a little panicked and said quickly: "Please come with me, mother is resting in the room."

After speaking, he quickly walked towards the room deep in the corridor.

Rega took a breath and lifted his heels.

Entering the room, the white walls are covered with various accessories.

A large velvet bed is placed near the window, surrounded by a circle of gauze.

On both sides of the bed, two young male slaves were kneeling, their muscular upper bodies naked.

"Gadel, who is it?"

On the large bed shrouded in gauze, a lazy woman's voice sounded, and a figure could be vaguely seen lying on her side.

"Mother, a real dragon is here."

The middle-aged man was Gadel, standing at the door, hesitantly telling the truth.

"A true dragon! A Targaryen!"

The woman's voice suddenly rose and she sat up from the bed.

The curtain was opened from the inside, revealing the woman's true face.

Rhaegar remained silent and stared.

Sitting on the bed was a half-elderly woman, about forty or fifty years old, with long silver-gold hair and purple pupils.

Her skin is very white and looks well maintained, and she can vaguely see her beauty when she was young.

Rhaegar looked at her, and she also noticed the extra young man in the room.

The woman's expression is very complicated, including disgust, nostalgia, indifference...

After a moment of silence, the woman pulled the thin quilt over her exposed thighs and said calmly: "Whose child are you?"

If she remembered correctly, the Targaryens had only two male heirs left, brothers Viserys and Daemon.

The young boy in front of me is probably the descendant of one of them.

"My father is Viserys, the King on the Iron Throne."

Rega felt awkward and said in a deep voice: "My name is Rega, great-aunt Senela."

Yes, the brothel madam in front of him was his great-aunt.

A pure-blooded Targaryen.

Senela Targaryen, the ninth child and fifth daughter of her great-grandfather Jaehaerys I.

As far as Rhaegar knew, among his great-grandfather's twelve children, Senela was the one who made him the most angry and sad.

Senila has been naughty and competitive since she was a child.

He would often tease his brothers, sisters and court jesters with excessive "pranks".

He was rejected by Rhaegar's grandmother Alessa, grandmother Daniela and several other sisters.

After becoming an adult, Senila found several female and male companions and hung out with them all day long.

What's more, her virginity was taken away by one of the three male companions, and she had sex with all three male companions.

When the story was revealed, Jaehaerys imprisoned the female and male companions, and executed one of them by combat.

Senela was sent to Oldtown by her angry father and placed in the care of her sister, Sister Magna Targaryen.

After a series of strict discipline, Senila couldn't stand the nun's beatings and ran away secretly.

She found a boat in Old Town and took it to Lys.

There, she works in a brothel, dressing up as a newly arrived god-sworn girl for the guests to play with.

It took half a year for the news to reach King's Landing.

This caused Jaehaerys to become furious and no longer recognized her as his daughter.

As a result, he and Queen Alysanne quarreled endlessly, causing a second schism.

From then on, Senila completely let herself go and became a real prostitute.

A few years ago in 99 AC, Senira left Lys and came to the current Volantis to open a brothel of her own.

101 During the Great Council, Jaehaerys, who lost his heir, sent people to bring his only remaining daughter back to King's Landing.

Senela refused.

She bluntly stated that she had her own kingdom in Volantis and did not need the inheritance of the Iron Throne.

However, she had three illegitimate children from different fathers, and sent the three illegitimate children to Westeros to participate in the election of the Great Council.

Of course, all three illegitimate children failed.

No one would look at an illegitimate child born of a whore.

Senila tidied her silver hair, looking a little in a hurry, and said irritably: "Why did you come to see me?"

It has been many years since I have contacted my relatives.

Meeting Rhaegar suddenly brought back memories of the past.