Game of Thrones: Second Son of House Targaryen

Brother Viserys was in a good mood today and personally cooked a dish of shredded chicken for Dany. Since moving, Dany had rarely tasted Viserys' cooking. The reason was that Morel had told him that Falia had agreed to meet with him at the Moon Pool Theater near Purple Harbor.

The siblings ate heartily, their fingers gleaming with oil, which made the maid on the side jealous. At the same time, she felt a bit ashamed that her cooking wasn't as good as her employer's.

After they had finished eating, the maid brought a basin of water for washing their hands. Dany was about to wash her hands when Viserys stopped her.

"Wait a minute."

Dany watched as Viserys mysteriously took out a round object. It was oval-shaped and more like a goose egg, with a light purple color. When she took it from Viserys' hands, she found it to be delicate and smooth, with a faint scent of gardenia.

"Wet it and rub it like this."

Following Viserys' demonstration, Dany became the first person in the world to wash her hands with modern soap.

"How was it? Was it clean enough?"

Dany looked at her hands in a daze and found that there was indeed no oil residue. In the past, even if she washed her hands with water for a long time, they would still be sticky after a while. But after washing them with this thing, not only did her hands not stick, but they also had a faint fragrance. The maid next to her also stared at the bubbles in the water with curiosity.

"This thing is called..."

'Damn, there's no word I know for soap in Valyrian.'

Viserys paused for a moment, then told her that it was soap. Dany remembered that day when Viserys excitedly told her, "We're going to have dragon eggs." But what did this have to do with dragon eggs?

"Brother, are you going to sell this?"

"Yes, and no."

Dany's face showed confusion.

"Ha, you don't need to worry about it. Just wait for my good news."

After dinner, Viserys took a carriage directly to the nearby port and then boarded a boat to Purple Harbor. As he approached Purple Harbor, he could see the distant purple beach, resembling fields of lavender growing by the sea. In reality, it wasn't lavender but crushed snail shells drying in the sun.

When the first refugees discovered Braavos, they quickly took advantage of its specialty, a purple snail. Braavos was developed by the pigment trade, and Viserys's soap was made with this pigment.

Soon, he arrived at the Moon Pool Theater. As he disembarked, he noticed the distant Sealord's Palace. When Viserys first arrived in Braavos, he was received by the Sealord, who even became his witness not long after. However, now he no longer had the qualifications to meet with the Sealord.

He thought, 'As long as this soap business succeeds, I can start acquiring dragon eggs.' In the original story, Dany hatched three eggs, obtaining three dragons. It was these three dragons that earned her the title "Mother of Dragons." Now there are more than four years until the so-called "Bleeding Star." If I can collect eight or ten eggs, Dany can hatch them and raise them. Then, in a few years, when the dragons are grown, I will return to Westeros and get revenge on those rebels!

Viserys thought excitedly, already envisioning himself riding a dragon through the sky. 'I haven't ridden a dragon before, If I haven't ridden a dragon even after I transmigrated, then I would have wasted my time!' he mused.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Moon Pool Theater. As the saying goes, the Purple Harbor area is full of powerful people, and many wore black or white clothing. Not long after Viserys got off the carriage, a servant in reddish-brown shorts and a yellow vest ran up to him.

"Is it Lord Viserys? Lady Falia is waiting for you. Please follow me."

They walked on a smooth stone slab road and stepped onto a soft carpet. The servant led Viserys to the door of a box.

"Lady Falia is waiting for you inside," said the servant, opening the purple lacquered door for him.

Viserys felt a mix of excitement and curiosity, eager to see what the famous Moonshadow Falia looked like. In his opinion, these courtesans were somewhat like the courtesans of ancient times in his world. Many protagonists in novels had collections of courtesans, and he wondered if he might have the opportunity as well.

Calming his emotions, Viserys entered the room.

However, what he saw was a young man in his late twenties with jet-black, slightly curly hair, meticulously combed. His azure velvet shirt was perfectly ironed. The man exuded a smart and capable aura, with his entire body appearing almost mannequin-like in its definition.

'Huh? I thought I was meeting Lady Falia?' Viserys thought he had gone the wrong way and looked at the waiter with a questioning glance, silently asking how he could have led him so astray.

Before the waiter could respond, the man with black hair spoke up, "Lord Viserys."

Viserys hesitated but then understood. He softened his expression, walked back into the room, and sat down in front of the young man.

"I am here to meet you in place of Lady Falia. You can say what you want to say now," the young man said calmly.

Viserys glanced out the window. He knew when to lose his temper and when to hold it in. He needed Falia's name to enter the competition at the Ten-day Celebration and win the dragon egg.

He also needed her help to sell the soap. Since he was asking for something, he would hold back for a while and wait until the other party realized the value of what he had before he put on airs.

However, he couldn't be too low-key.

Viserys took out three egg-shaped soaps from his bag: one white, one blue, and one purple. The young man looked at the objects with wide eyes, clearly intrigued.

"First of all, I want to say that I don't need money, and secondly, I'm the only one who can make these things. The raw materials for these come from whale oil and can save Morel's workshop," Viserys explained.

He then picked up a pastry from the table that was covered in grease and squeezed it, getting his hands covered in oil. Although the young man didn't know what he was going to do, he maintained a calm demeanor.

Viserys picked up one of the soaps and wet his hands with the teapot next to him. As he rubbed his hands together, a lot of white foam appeared. After rinsing his hands, Viserys got up and showed his clean hands to the young man.

"I hope the price of this soap is twenty silver moons. You can take it back to show it to Lady Moonshadow," Viserys said.

He then walked to the door of the room. "If Lady Moonshadow doesn't mind, I'd like to see Lady Nightingale and Lady Poetess as well, so I hope you can give me an answer soon."

With that, he closed the door and left. He still had to see how the female assassin was doing today. The woman held the secret of the Skinchangers.