chapter 29 Danys life in the pyramid

Daenerys POV

I lie awake in the grand bed of Caesar the gaint as everyone calls him, staring at the ceiling of the lavish pyramid chambers. I've been here for three weeks now, but it feels like a lifetime. I'm not sure whether I'm a guest or a prisoner—though the former seems more accurate. Caesar hasn't locked me away, nor has he restricted my movements. I have free rein of the pyramid, and the servants attend to my every need. If this is captivity, it's a strange one. I can wander as I please, I can even leave if I wish, but something about this man... keeps me here.

Viserys had fought at first, as I expected. His defiance, however, earned him nothing but bruises. Every time he raised his voice, demanding the respect he believes he's owed as the rightful king, Caesar's men beat him into silence. It took only a week before my brother stopped leaving his chambers altogether. He spends his days sulking, having his meals brought to him like a caged animal. I wonder what is left of his pride now.

And me? I share the bed of the man they call the Bloody Giant. Caesar is enormous, larger than any man I've ever seen, with the strength to match. I remember the first night I lay beside him, my body trembling, waiting for him to take what he wanted by force. But he didn't. He simply told me, in a voice that was far too calm for someone so imposing, "You have nothing to fear from me then he went to the bed and went to sleep."

I didn't believe him, of course. I spent three sleepless nights watching him, expecting his words to be a cruel deception. But each morning I would wake alone, untouched. By the fourth night, exhaustion overtook my fear. He never laid a hand on me. Not in that way.

Yet, in our daily interactions, he controls everything. During breakfast, the one time we truly speak, I've come to see that he is not merely a brute of muscle and scars. He is a man of cunning intelligence. His words are sharp, his gaze calculating. His movements—whether during training or the quiet moments we share—are measured, deliberate. Every gesture has purpose. Watching him fight is like witnessing a deadly dance. Each strike precise, each defense flawless.

When I accompany him to his meetings—something he insists I do—I watch how the men around him react. They do not simply obey him out of fear; they respect him. He never has to raise his voice, never demands that they call him king. They follow him because they have chosen him as their leader. A true king does not need to remind people of his crown he says. He exudes power through presence alone. It's something Viserys will never understand.

I often wonder why Caesar keeps me here, why he allows me such freedoms. He's a man of wealth and power, vaults filled with gold, silver, and copper. He tells me these riches are tools, investments to strengthen his people, his city, his rule. He is building something greater than any man I have known. He's given me gifts of rare beauty—jewels, silks—but what is it that he truly wants from me?

I sit on the edge of his bed, running my fingers absently over the soft silk sheets, breathing in the faint scent of him. He's strong, terrifying, yet… fascinating. The thought of him stirs something deep inside me, something I try to ignore but can't seem to control. My body feels… strange, restless. I close my eyes and let my hand glide over my skin, tracing the curves of my breasts, down to the warmth between my thighs.

What is wrong with me? I think, ashamed of my own desires. But the more I try to stop, the stronger the feeling becomes. I press my face into his pillow, the scent of him filling my senses. My mind spins, imagining him beside me, his massive frame enveloping mine, his strength holding me as if I'm the only thing that matters. My breaths come quicker, shallow as my hands move faster.

A sharp knock at the door shatters the moment.

"Daenerys. I'm coming in."

Panic rushes through me. I scramble to cover the wet spot I've made on the bed, my heart racing as the door swings open. Caesar steps inside, his massive frame filling the doorway. I quickly pull the covers up, hoping he won't notice.

"We'll be dining soon," he says, his voice deep, calm as always, yet commanding. He approaches, his eyes locking with mine. "I've come to get you."

His presence overwhelms me, blocking out everything else in the room. I swallow hard, nodding as I move to slip past him, desperate to escape before he notices anything amiss.

"Stop," he says, his voice firm.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Has he seen? Did he hear?

"You seem… unwell," he says, lifting a hand to my forehead. His touch is surprisingly gentle for such a large man. His hand covers nearly my entire head.

"I'm fine," I stammer, forcing a smile. "Just hungry."

He studies me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if he's searching for something just beneath the surface.

"Very well," he says, stepping back. "Let's eat."

I rush past him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, praying he hasn't noticed the heat in my face—or the bed.

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Caesar POV

As Daenerys hurries from the room, I allow myself a small, satisfied smile. My eyes drift to the bed, where the covers are hastily thrown over the spot she was lying in. I lift the blanket, revealing the damp patch of silk. My grin widens. The plan is working.

I glance over at the candle burning softly on the nightstand, its faint purple flame flickering. The aphrodisiac mixed within is subtle, barely detectable—but effective. I could have forced her into submission long ago, but that would create more problems than it would solve. No, this requires a gentler touch. Let her come to me willingly, let her crave me.

I've already fathered one child, a strong boy and the mother lives which means the others will. Daenerys will bear me another, perhaps more so i need her to be a willing participant. Her bloodline is valuable, but I need to ensure her loyalty first. She's still too young, her body not yet fully matured, but that doesn't mean I can't begin the process. Soon, she'll see that I am the only man she can turn to, the only man who can protect her, provide for her.

And as for her brother… Viserys will die. She'll beg me to do it when the time is right. But for now, I need her to be ready, to be mine in every way.

I smile darkly as I leave the room, following after her ahhh I can't wait to take her and slaughter her older brother my men have been begging me to kill him his whining and bullshit annoying them to no end all I could do was let them beat him till he shut up but he can't die till she sees that his death is for the best all in due time I think to myself as I arrive at the dining room watching her avoid my gaze and stuff her face trying to act like hunger is what ails her truly a funny girl.

I want to acknowledge zero requim for always being the first person to give me power stones I always appreciate your support