Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Sansa was a little surprised, but she tried to remain calm, "Yes, but it was just a misunderstanding."

Joffrey was silent for a moment, then he said quietly, "I want to tell you that no matter what happens, I will support you."

Sansa looked at Joffrey with emotion, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. "Thank you, Joffrey. I really appreciate your understanding and support."

Their conversation made Sansa more certain of her decision. She decided to temporarily hide her true feelings for Joffrey to avoid causing more trouble to their friendship.

However, Sansa also knew clearly that this decision did not mean that she would give up her feelings for Joffrey. Perhaps, at some point, she would find the right time to tell him everything honestly.

In the spacious palace, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own figure, trying to imitate the elegant movements and charm of the female attendant.

"Remember, girl, appearance is as important as manners for a man." The female attendant's voice sounded in Daenerys's ear, "You have to learn how to walk, how to smile, and how to communicate with your eyes."

Daenerys listened carefully, trying to incorporate the female attendant's teachings into her own behavior. She slowly straightened her chest and walked gracefully, practicing constantly in front of the mirror.

"Very good, now try to smile." The female attendant demonstrated a charming smile.

Daenerys tried to imitate it, but she felt her smile was a little forced. "Is that right?"

The female attendant smiled and said, "You still need more practice, but you are making progress."

In the next few hours, Daenerys concentrated on learning various skills. She tried hard to imitate the movements and expressions of the female attendants. Although a little clumsy, her perseverance and determination allowed her to gradually master some ways to please men.

When night fell and the palace was brightly lit, Daenerys stood at the door of the banquet hall, ready to show everything she had learned. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, her hair was tied up high, her makeup was exquisite, and her temperament was noble.

As the music played softly, people in the banquet hall began to dance, and Daenerys joined in. She tried her best to show her grace and charm, and every move seemed to be carefully choreographed.

"Daenerys, you look so beautiful!" A young noble gentleman walked up to her with a smile on his face.

Daenerys smiled and responded in a soft voice, "Thank you. I'm glad you said that."

She was full of confidence, knowing that she had made some progress. In the banquet hall, she showed her elegance and attracted the attention and favor of many men.

However, although she became more decent and charming in appearance and demeanor, the doubts and inner struggles in her heart still existed. She realized that pleasing men was only a superficial skill, and the real key lay in inner firmness and self-confidence.

Under the lights of the camp, Daenerys stood before Khal Drogo, with a gleam of defiance in her eyes. The campfire behind her cast a bright light, illuminating her face and making her look even more beautiful.

Khal Drogo's gaze lingered on Daenerys for a moment, and then he gave her a charming smile, "Daenerys, you look exceptionally charming tonight."

Daenerys smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you think?"

Khal Drogo's smile widened. "I think I'd prefer you in my arms."

Daenerys' smile became more provocative, "Then let me ride on you."

Khal Drogo's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly replaced by joy. He took a step back and motioned Daenerys to come forward.

Daenerys walked over to him and leapt lightly onto his broad back. She felt the solidity of his body, her hair fluttering in the moonlight, as soft as black silk in the breeze.

Khal Drogo patted Daenerys's hand, signaling her to hold on tight. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Daenerys nodded, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation within her, and she clutched Khal Drogo's neck tightly, ready for the thrill of the ride.

Khal Drogo took long, slow steps. His steps were steady and powerful, and Daenerys felt as if she were floating in the air. She closed her eyes and savored the experience.

Daenerys felt her heartbeat quicken as Khal Drogo's pace quickened. Her hair rustled in the wind, and her smile shone in the moonlight.

They passed the campsite boundary and came to a peaceful field. The starry sky and bright moonlight seemed to add a mysterious touch to their ride.

On Khal Drogo's back, Daenerys felt an unprecedented freedom and joy. Her mood became relaxed and happy, and all her troubles and worries seemed to be thrown behind her.

They rode until dawn, and as the first rays of sunlight touched the land, they returned to camp. Daenerys jumped off Khal Drogo's back, a smile in her eyes.

"Thank you, Khal Drogo," she whispered. "This has been one of the best experiences of my life."

Khal Drogo smiled, his eyes full of tenderness and gratitude. "I enjoyed this time, too, Daenerys. We'll come back next time."

Khal Drogo lay in bed, gazing at Daenerys, her beauty blooming in the moonlight, her gentle silhouette silhouetted against the faint light outside the window.

"What are you looking at?" Daenerys asked softly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Khal Drogo smiled. He reached out and ran his fingers through Daenerys's hair. "I am watching you, my love."

Daenerys felt a warm sensation well up inside her, and a shy blush spread across her face. "You are so good at talking."

Khal Drogo smiled and said, "It is because you are so beautiful that I have to tell you."

Daenerys dropped her eyes, her mood becoming happy and content. "Thank you, Khal Drogo."

Khal Drogo reached out and gently stroked Daenerys's cheek. "You are welcome, my love. I would do anything for you."

When night fell and the palace was brightly lit, Daenerys stood at the door of the banquet hall, ready to show everything she had learned. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, her hair was tied up high, her makeup was exquisite, and her temperament was noble.

Khal Drogo smiled. He reached out and ran his fingers through Daenerys's hair. "I am watching you, my love."