Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Jorah was now on his way to Dorne on a merchant ship. He was disguised, and his armor and coat with the family crest were put into a package. There was also a black banner given by the king in the package, with a single three-headed fire-breathing dragon crest on a black background and red on it.

Now all the excitement and fierce emotions have subsided, and he recalled the conversation with Viserys on the ship, and his thoughts became complicated again. He realized that Viserys was a king that he was afraid of. He was pressured by Viserys, and he was aroused by his so-called honor and awe with a few words, and then he was forced into a dead end by his well-prepared words.

At that time, whether it was the aroused honor or the desire to survive, he could only accept Viserys's task.

Viserys asked him to deliver a letter.

It was in the mailbox in Jorah's arms, which was sealed with mud and stamped with a seal.

The emblem on the seal was a three-headed fire-breathing dragon.

In Westeros, anyone who saw this emblem, whether it was the mud seal on the letter or the black banner in the box, could convict Jorah of treason and execute him on the spot.

And he was going to deliver this letter to Prince Martell of Dorne. Viserys hoped that he would bring the banner when he went, to show that he was an envoy.

This envoy team was only him.

The Martell family was a member of the royalist party in the past, and now the situation in the Seven Kingdoms is chaotic, and Dorne has not yet joined the game. Perhaps they have already been connected with Viserys. Jorah told himself. He will be fine.

[You may die because of this. ]

He remembered what Viserys told him bluntly.

Viserys ordered him: The letter can only be given to Prince Martell himself, no one else, only the prince himself.

How many Unsullied did Viserys have?

Jorah secretly regretted that he was rushed too hastily and did not have time to find out the number of people under Viserys.

Sometimes, he thought bitterly: "Is he just teasing me, a traitor? I must be crazy to carry out this mission, so I might as well let the White Walkers take me away!"

But he was driven onto the merchant ship to Dorne, and Viserys didn't give him a quarter of an hour. After getting off the Cedurian, Grole took a dozen "sailors" to take him back to the inn to get his luggage and horses, and then sent him on board.

The last thing Tyrosh lacked was ships to Dorne.

"What kind of letter is so urgent to send?"

Viserys ordered him to find an opportunity to send the letter as soon as he arrived at Sunspear City, without delay.

Jorah reached out to touch the letter tube countless times. Varys's little birds had taught him how to secretly read the letter when it was sealed.

But every time he touched it, Jorah retracted his hand, as if it was a sharp blade dipped in poison.

When passing the notorious pirate strongholds in the Stepstones, Jorah sometimes hoped that the merchant ship he was on would encounter pirates. But the journey was smooth and peaceful, and it only took three days and nights for Sunspear to be in sight.

Sunspear is the fortress of the Martell family and the capital of Dorne. It is located north of the Greenblood River, on the southeast coast of Westeros, at the easternmost end of a small sandstone peninsula, surrounded by the sea on three sides.

Although the Dornish call it a city, its size can only be regarded as a small town at most, a shadow city surrounded by three walls around the fortress of the Martell family, and the narrow streets and alleys in the city are intricate, like a maze.

Jorah disembarked at a small port outside the city, from which he could see the dark brown Sandship Castle, which was short, fat and ugly, and looked like a large sailing ship that was washed ashore and turned into stone.

As soon as he got off the ship, before the sailors sent the horses in his cabin to the dock, Jorah keenly noticed something strange.

At the port, he saw the crowned stag flag of Baratheon, and the golden spear flag of Martell flying high on the dock.

Along the dock road, looking at the three gates where visitors can directly pass through the triple curved wall and reach the inner city to the old palace, there is a crowned stag flag of Baratheon next to each golden spear flag.

This means that a high-level figure of the Baratheon family is visiting Sunspear.

Jorah pursed his lips bitterly. The daytime in Dorne was extremely hot, but the fluttering flag made him feel cold.

He should leave here.

"Guest. Guest! Your horse!" The steward of the merchant ship that Jorah was riding took his horse from the cabin, brought it to him, and stuffed the reins into Jorah's hand.

Jorah should say thank you.

But he couldn't say anything.

He stood blankly on the dock with his horse. A little boy in ragged but clean clothes with patches on his clothes noticed him. Perhaps he saw that he was a foreigner, so he immediately came forward and asked in the common language with a Dornish accent: "My lord, do you need a guide? Although this city is not big, the streets and alleys are complicated and like a maze. It only costs two copper coins, and I can guarantee to take you wherever you want to go."

Jorah wanted to ignore the boy, but changed his mind and asked him: "Why are there so many flags in the city?"

"Oh, you want to ask the king "A flag, right?" the boy told him, proudly saying, "This is our Sunspear City welcoming the princess who is visiting."

Jorah asked, "Princess?"

The boy replied, "The king's daughter, um, the king's sister."

Jorah asked again, "Princess Myrcella?"

The boy looked away, "My lord, don't you need a guide?"

Jorah gave him a copper coin, "Take me to a quiet inn, clean, and I'll give you a second one when you get there."

The boy took it happily and took the initiative to go over and lead Jorah's horse.

Jorah didn't let the boy take the horse rope: "Tell me about the princess as we walk?"

"The guest princess arrived two days ago." The boy said while leading the way. "The princess disembarked from the port. I saw with my own eyes that there were more than a dozen ships escorting her. She was so beautiful. Everyone cheered for her, and she entered On the way to the city, she kept smiling and waving to everyone. The knight in white robe followed closely behind her, and that was the real knight in white robe."

"More than a dozen ships?" Jorah was surprised. King's Landing was in danger now, and its maritime power was not as good as Dragonstone, but it actually sent more than a dozen ships to escort Princess Myrcella to Dorne. How did they get through the blockade of Dragonstone?

"Yes, it's a fleet," the boy told him. "They speak with a strange accent. I heard someone say they were the fleet of Braavos."

Did the royal family hire Braavosians?

Jorah remained calm and continued to ask: "Why did the princess come all the way to Dorne to be a guest?"

"Everyone said that the princess wanted to marry Prince Trystane." The boy was inexplicably proud, as if he was honored by this matter. "That day, Princess Arianne and Prince Trystane picked up the princess at the pier. I saw Prince Trystane and Princess Trystane. Stand together. I chatted with Prince Trystane in Fallingwater Gardens when I was a kid!"

The Falling Gardens is a palace composed of fountains and gardens built by Prince Malon Martell as a gift to his Targaryen bride Daenerys, marking the union of Dorne with the Iron Throne and the unification of Dorne. Come under the rule of House Targaryen.

It is said that the princess, also named Daenerys, was compassionate. One day, when the sun was scorching hot, she took pity on the children of the attendants and guards and allowed them to play in the pool with the noble children. This set a precedent that is still followed in Dorne today. This means that the boy was once the child of some noble squire or guard. No wonder he seemed to have an implicit admiration for the white-robed knight in his words.

They came to the first wall door. The curved wall door was closed and only opened for visitors.

The boy took Jorah into the winding streets of the Shadow City. Adobe shops and windowless shanties were built at the bottom of the city, forming intricate narrow roads. The markets along the streets sold spices from Dorne and the world's further east. .

The market was full of people and bustling with people, making it difficult for Jorah to make inquiries. I can only follow the boy all the way through.

When passing by a stall that grilled snake meat, Jorah's eyes filled with tears from the spicy smell of the seasonings. From time to time, the boy glanced at the wooden tongs to turn over the roasted and curled chunks of meat and secretly swallowed his saliva.

The boy took Jorah around the first city wall, from the partition wall to the second city wall, and then took Jorah westward. Gradually, there were more stables, inns, taverns, and brothels on the street.

The boy finally took him to a secluded hotel at the end of a complex city wall, which was the end of a street.

The boy didn't lie to Jorah. The place was quiet, clean, and there was a tavern nearby.

The boy asked him proudly: "How is it? Does it suit your liking?"

Jorah nodded with satisfaction and took out two coins for him.

The boy took only one: "Only two coins are needed. You paid one before."

Jorah said, "The extra gold is enough for me to satisfy you as a reward for leading the way."

The boy shook his head: "That's not okay. I said two coins, two coins. This is my rule."

"Code?" Jorah noticed his choice of words.

The boy shut up and didn't answer. Just ask him: "Mr. Mercenary, there is a tavern near here where mercenaries gather. I know where you can get high-paying tasks. Do you want me to take you to have a look?"

mercenary

Jorah was suddenly stung somewhere.

When he didn't answer, the boy said, "You don't need to pay extra for this."

"No need." Jorah said, "I will find my own way next."

——

Jorah asked for a room in the inn, settled the horse, and shut himself in the room.

How could he meet Prince Doran himself?

Jorah felt that he was not a normal visiting envoy and could not show his identity as an envoy of the Targaryen family openly.

But the title of the Mormont family may not be enough, not to mention that Jorah is an exiled knight. Even if he asks for an audience, he may only be dismissed casually.

Jorah thought of what Viserys had done in Myr and Tyrosh: he had openly sent messages to the Governor's Palace and the Lord's Palace in the name of Targaryen.

So should Jorah openly submit his message to the castle as a Targaryen envoy?

Jorah thought of the flag that Viserys had given him, probably hoping he would do just that.

Maybe that's why Viserys said he might die on this trip.

This is what the king forced him to do!

Jorah was thinking that he should leave the city immediately and go to the dock to take a boat to Astapor, to the Jade Sea, to Asshai, and to the end of the world. The world is so big, there is always a place for him to stay. Return to Is home really that important?

He suddenly regretted it and thought of the prince whose head he had already beheaded. At that time, perhaps being beheaded by that old-fashioned prince was the best ending for him.

He turned to look at the dressing mirror in the room. In the past two months, he had indulged in drinking and sex, and his face was visibly haggard.

It's better to let the White Walkers take him away!

——

The next morning, Jorah finished washing in his room and put on his wool, mail, and coat embroidered with the Mormont family crest again.

The morning in Dorne was hot after the sun came out, and wearing such clothes, he began to sweat in the relatively cool room. But he still took care of everything on his body and tried his best to maintain the dignity of an envoy.

He had heard that Prince Doran was now living in the Water Gardens by the beach three leagues west of Sunspear.

He put the king's flag into the bag and carefully put away the letter box.

Then he went out.

After leaving the city, he rode straight to the Water Gardens.

When he came to the garden palace with many pools and fountains, planted with blood orange trees, and the floor was covered with light pink marble. He calmly and solemnly threw a visiting card to the guards guarding outside the archway of the garden palace. When the other party looked at him with strange eyes, Jorah Mormont took the black flag with a single three-headed fire-breathing dragon emblem embroidered on a black background and red from the bag outside the palace gate and raised it high with one hand.

Under the shocked gazes of the gatekeepers, he said loudly: "I am the exiled knight Jorah Mormont, an envoy sent by King Viserys III of the Targaryen family, requesting to meet Prince Doran Martell of Dorne!"

Jorah's performance surprised the gatekeepers of the Water Gardens and they didn't know what to do.

The knight who received his visiting card rushed to the garden under the gazes of everyone.

Not long after, a tall, broad-shouldered, gray-haired, red-cloaked guard holding a six-foot-long axe with a bare wooden handle came to the palace gate.

The guard holding the long-handled axe called his name: "Jorah Mormont."

After that, the guard stopped talking and turned to walk into the palace.

Jorah tied the real dragon flag on his body as a cloak, and then took steps to catch up with the guard.

The road was smooth.

Jorah followed the tall guard, walked through the triple archway, and came to a palace platform planted with blood orange trees, where he could see the fountain below.

In the shadow of an orange tree, Prince Doran Martell sat in a wheelchair, his legs propped up in front of him, looking at the visitor with his eyes with deep eye bags.

The tall guard walked to the side of Prince Dorne, held the huge long-handled axe diagonally in front of him, and stood solemnly.

Jorah was shocked to see Prince Dorne look so old and weak.

"A messenger," Prince Dorne asked calmly, his voice gentle and calm, "What mission drives you here?"

Jorah answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The king I swore allegiance to asked me to deliver a letter to Prince Doran Martell of Dorne. The king strictly ordered me to give the letter to His Royal Highness in person."

Prince Dorne said: "I am Doran Martell."

Jorah carefully took out the letter tube and presented it.

The long-handled axe guard stepped forward silently, took the letter tube, and then opened it for inspection.

Prince Doran said: "Captain Hotah, this is a letter for me, and I should open it myself."

Areo Hotah presented the letter tube, put the long-handled axe diagonally in front of him again, and stood aside.

Prince Doran uncovered the ink pad and opened the letter tube. Inside was a piece of gold-plated paper with gorgeous lace and fine lines, which was an invitation letter:

[

Prince Doran Martell:

I, Viserys Targaryen, and my fiancée Daenerys Targaryen will have their wedding at home soon. I would like to extend my sincere invitation to you.

—— Your loyal Viserys Targaryen",