Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Grole looked at the tightly guarded room, where various mysterious legends were quietly spread among sailors, took a deep breath, swallowed, and then stepped towards the passage where the Unsullied made way.

The expressionless Unsullied knocked on the door.

The door opened.

A burst of hot air surged out, and Grole almost wanted to run away, but he still trembled at the door and waited for the long-necked black figure to shrink into the house. He straightened his tongue and said tremblingly: "My lord, are you looking for me?"

"Sit down." Viserys's voice was calm and serious.

The sound came from the back room. Grole did not dare to go in. In a blink of an eye, he saw the small table that originally belonged to the maid at the door. He carefully placed his butt on the chair next to the small table and held his breath.

The Unsullied outside the door closed the door.

Grole sat up straight with a swish. A huge single eye was peeking out from the side of the screen, watching him. He didn't dare to look back, sweat was pouring from his forehead.

The temperature in the room was frighteningly high, and Grole felt his mouth go dry.

Viserys's voice came from that direction: "I don't want anyone to disembark while Tyrosh is temporarily anchored."

Grole nodded quickly: "Yes, sir!"

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes, my lord -" Grole swallowed when he realized that he had replied wrongly, "No, I'm not nervous, my lord."

Viserys asked in a steady voice: "As far as I know, you are not of noble birth?"

When Grole heard this, his nervous heart beat wildly, and he felt it was difficult to breathe. He took a deep breath, and the hot air inhaled into his throat made his voice change: "I am a fisherman, sir. When I was young, I was a four-year-old." I worked as a sailor on a ship for five years. The financial controller on the ship saw that I was smart and had a habit of saving money, so he asked me to work with him. He later owned his own ship and invited me to be the financial controller on his ship. Later, I married his daughter. , inherited his ship. After gaining some fame at sea, Governor Illyrio funded the development of my current fleet, so now I am a captain of the merchant fleet of the Governor Illyrio Chamber of Commerce.”

"Do you know my relationship with Governor Illyrio?"

Grole spoke more smoothly: "I know you are a king, and the governor is sponsoring you. Let me carry you on the ship, sir."

"Can you fight at sea?"

Grole sat upright: "I have seen it, sir. I can learn from it!"

"Do these three ships belong to you, or to Illyrio?"

Grole explained: "The three ships belong to me, but they are under the name of the Governor-General's Chamber of Commerce. It is an employment relationship."

"Can you decide whether to stay or go?"

Grole answered seriously: "This usually requires negotiation with the Chamber of Commerce, sir. I mean 'can'."

"Where do the sailors belong?"

Grole grinned: "This is more complicated. Some are recruited by myself, and some are hired in the name of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Why hasn't anyone taken the initiative to serve me so far?"

"I don't know about that, sir." After the agreement was promulgated on the merchant ship, no one dared to come over, and no one dared to talk to the Unsullied who were always silently monitoring them.

"Are you willing to be the commander of my first fleet?"

Grole replied excitedly: "I am extremely honored, Your Majesty!"

"You can disembark, and I will ask a group of Unsullied people to accompany you while the ship is berthed, purchasing enough supplies for merchant ships to survive at sea for one to two months. In order to guard against pirates, you need to equip three ships with ballistae. If you can install a trebuchet, install it, but the modification shouldn’t be too obvious. How many manpower do you need?”

Grole asked: "Can I find a few people I can trust?"

"Before leaving Tyrosh, you can only ask the Unsullied to assist you. They will change into sailor's clothes and be at your disposal. Use them as sailors."

"Yes, sir." Grole replied cautiously without making any further requests, "Just give me twenty people. However, it requires craftsmen to board the ship to install the ballista, and manpower is needed to carry the materials on the ship. The sailors will inevitably need to come into contact."

"Can you keep the craftsmen and sailors who are transporting supplies from talking nonsense?"

Grole responded: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"I'm not a real king yet, just call me your lord."

"Yes, sir."

Finally, Viserys issued another mission to his First Fleet Commander: "There is someone you need to take the Unsullied to find immediately. Bring him to me. Jorah, do you remember him? He should be in Tyrol. Tavern Events in Westport If you can’t find it, come back and let me know.”

"Yes, sir."

"Just do the work."

Grole stood up after receiving the order. The terrifying furnace-like eyes still frightened him, but his trembling no longer made his legs weak. He bowed deeply to the other side: "Yes, sir! "

After Grole left the room. Daenerys couldn't help but frown and asked: "Jorah. What else are you looking for him for?"

She originally had a good impression of Jorah. She thought he was naive and stupid, and was played around by them without being trusted. But on the day of Lys, after they discussed the ballad story of Aemon the Dragon Knight and Queen Nerysse, Daenerys's impression of him suddenly changed.

no way. "I asked him to inquire about the information of the Seven Kingdoms in Tyrosh. If he is obedient and working for me, then the fastest way to learn about the current situation of the Seven Kingdoms can only be from him."

When Daenerys heard this, she realized where the destination of this return journey was: "You mean--we won't go back to Pentos?"

When Daenerys suddenly learned such information without being informed in advance, her mind was already racing. But she actually couldn't guess where the specific target would be, she could only guess that it was Westeros.

And Westeros is a place name that is so strange yet familiar to her.

Daenerys's heartbeat quickened.

She began to think wildly and breathed heavily: We only have two hundred people, a few hundred sailors, three ships, two, one, uh, one incomplete Dragon King. Is that enough? Is it really enough?

How many people did Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives Visenya and Rhaenys use in the story? She couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Don't be nervous, drink water slowly." Viserys stroked the ends of her hair with his nails, "We are not going to conquer the entire continent, we are just going home."

Home?

King's Landing? Red Fort?

Dragonstone!

Daenerys was restless and asked: "Are these people really enough? Will-"

"No." Viserys interrupted her, "It is a good character to consider failure before victory. But I tell you, Dany, no."

"But Jorah." Dany was still uneasy. "You don't trust him, do you?"

"You can use someone you don't trust, Dany," Viserys said. "I have a potentially fatal mission for him, and I only have Jorah who can do it for me. He's He was born into a noble family and was the former Earl of the Mormont family. Although he was stripped of his title, exiled, and lost his honor, the fact that he was a noble meant that he was destined to do some tasks that were more suitable for him than anyone else. Might get him killed."

Daenerys was surprised and curious, and she asked, "What do you want him to do?"

Viserys answered her, "I will ask him to send me an invitation."

Daenerys asks, "What invitation?"

"An invitation to my wedding and yours," Viserys told her. "An invitation to the wedding of Viserys Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen."

Daenerys blushed, but continued to ask: "To whom?"

Viserys whispered a name to her: "Prince Doran Martell, Lord of Sunspear, Prince of Dorne."

Daenerys wondered: "Why?" He had heard of this man, but didn't know why Viserys sent him the invitation alone.

Viserys told her, "I want to make a pact with him."

Daenerys was confused and asked, "Will he agree?"

"I don't know. Maybe," Viserys said. "I'm not going to make it too clear in the invitation, and I'm not going to let Jorah know that we have dragons. So he might die when I send the invitation."

"Then why did Jorah agree to send the invitation?"

"I will convince him," said Viserys, "I will make it impossible for him to refuse."