"That's right, just like that," Alaric nodded in satisfaction.
"You have indeed inherited the blood of the dragon, you are a girl with potential. It seems that my choice was not wrong."
Seeing his satisfied expression, Daenerys also felt a bit happy, so she also smiled at him.
She hoped that her smile would also please him because she knew she was very beautiful.
Magister Illyrio Mopatis had once said that as long as she smiled, any iron and stone would soften before her.
But then she realized that she was not the bride dressed in a wedding gown, meticulously groomed, but a girl who survived in dragon flames, covered in ash and charcoal, with no hair.
So she tightened her cloak again and lowered her face in embarrassment. Alaric noticed this and chuckled, comforting her.
"Girl, you don't need to feel ashamed of your appearance at this moment." He touched Daenerys's cheek, wiping away some black ash for her.
"Fire and ashes will never make you ugly, they are the witnesses of your rebirth in flames, the symbol of you as unburnt."
"And, he took out a delicate little stick from a pocket — the stick gave Daenerys a mysterious feeling, as if there was some magical power on it — pointing it at her body, he added.
"How could I let the Dragon Queen meet her first subjects in this appearance?"
Daenerys watched as he pointed the stick at her forehead, and a magical change immediately occurred.
She felt as if a breeze was blowing over her from head to toe, then she felt a cool and refreshing sensation.
She found herself completely clean, as if she had just experienced a hot bath with oil sprinkled before her wedding. This change amazed her.
She thought of the legendary witches of Qarth or the Shadow Binders of Asshai, who were said to possess magical powers, making Alaric even more mysterious in her eyes.
But it didn't end there. She felt her scalp itching, but her princess's demeanor made her resist the urge to touch her now completely bald head.
However, she suddenly felt her hair starting to grow.
The beautiful silvery-golden hair grew rapidly like wild grass, gradually covering her ears, reaching her shoulders, and finally stopping at her waist.
Not only the hair on her head, but the hair on other parts of her body, such as her eyebrows, and the hair on her... also returned to their original state.
This made her blush a little.
Immediately after, she felt a layer of comfortable and soft fabric wrapping around her naked body.
The deep purple and pure white fabric formed an exquisite gown on her, finally no longer exposing her white skin to the air.
Finally, Alaric took out a gorgeous and delicate crown.
The crown was made of golden thread, with dragon patterns on it, and each dragon's eyes were set with red gems.
In the center of the crown, there was a thumb-sized, blood-red gem.
Daenerys could swear that, traveling with her brother throughout the nine Free Cities, she had never seen larger or more beautiful gems than these.
"This is the Crown of Dragon's Blood," Alaric smiled faintly, gently placing it on Daenerys's head, and introduced.
"I used my own blood to enchant it. When the true Dragon Queen wears it, it can bestow the wearer with the majesty of dragons."
Finally, Alaric finished dressing her up. He stepped back two steps, looked her up and down, and revealed an amazed expression. What a beauty she was.
Although Daenerys was petite, she had an exquisite and beautiful appearance, with her silvery-golden hair combed as shiny as molten silver, and her deep purple silk robe complemented her violet eyes.
The gorgeous and elegant crown fully expressed her side as a princess.
At this moment, she possessed the nobility, elegance, and strength, no longer the cowardice and submission she used to be.
"This is the Dragon Queen in my mind," Alaric praised, "It's time for your first subjects to see their future ruler.
"In most places' west of Westeros and Valyria, magic was considered nothing more than a myth.
The Maesters in the Citadel might acquire knowledge about magic and obtain chains of Valyrian steel, but they generally believed that magic had ceased to exist after the Doom of Valyria, as there were no records of successful magic use in Westeros after that.
And on the continent of Essos, although it was widely rumored that the warlocks of Qarth possessed great power, they had achieved little in recent years.
In this world, magic had perhaps declined to become a true legend.
But now, on the Dothraki sea, magic was once again appearing before people's eyes.
The reappearance of dragons after a century and the use of legendary magic officially marked the advent of a new era.
Although the Dothraki believed in the Great Stallion and believed in the existence of "witches" and "prophets," they had never imagined that mysterious magic would manifest before their eyes.
Under the gaze of everyone, a tall stone platform rose slowly from the scorched earth.
The platform was not built by slaves carrying stones, nor was it carved by craftsmen. It appeared out of thin air before the eyes of the people.
The stone platform was several meters high, enough for the hundreds of thousands of people to see from a distance.
It had twenty-seven layers of steps, decorated with dragon-shaped patterns.
The Dothraki could see two people standing on the stone platform.
One of them was a young man transformed into a giant dragon, and the other was the woman who survived in the dragon flames, originally intended to be their Khaleesi. This miraculous scene made the Dothraki even more in awe.
They cautiously looked at the two figures on the stone platform with their peripheral vision, anxiously awaiting their fate.
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