Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 37 The Day of Setting out to Sea
The blue sea was very calm, with only the slow and steady drum beats and the gentle paddling of the oars. The large merchant ship, the Sedulion, groaned, the heavy towing ropes were stretched tight, and the sails hung pitifully from the mast, motionless.

The Summer Sun and the Joking Yoso were in the front. They were merchant rowers, each with two hundred oars and staffed with strong sailors.

At this moment, the Cedurian, with its big belly, huge sails and full of goods, could only move forward slowly and painfully by relying on the ropes released by the rowing merchant ship in front of it.

Even so, as he stood on the foredeck, holding the gold-inlaid sword given by Illyrio at his waist and looking at the clear blue sky, Viserys still felt happy.

This morning, after Viserys bid farewell to his chancellor at the port, he boarded the Cedurian with his sister, his personal maid, his new knight, and his eunuch guards, a group of five people, and planned to head to Myr for their first stop.

The emperor and his subject had a deep affection for each other. They held hands and talked for a long time at the port before finally bidding farewell reluctantly.

The night before leaving, Viserys asked his finance minister to change the price of the dragon bone pendant, and solemnly told Illyrio to find a way to tell him if anyone asked. At the same time, he asked Illyrio to set off north quickly and keep pace with him, so that the people in the Seven Kingdoms could see what they were doing and follow closely.

Illyrio obeyed the king's command, and the king's riddle was soon solved.

"Warriors, please grant them courage and victory. They will wield your shining swords and cleanse the world of all evil."

The prayer comes from the Warrior Chapter of the Seven Star Bible. It is the words of blessing bestowed by the warriors on the forty-four sons of Hugo, the King of the Hills.

The king was obviously in high spirits and full of confidence, and was about to start his cause of restoring his country.

"Your Excellency," Captain Grole said to Viserys in Valyrian with a heavy Pentos accent. "It looks like we'll run into a storm. The weather in the Narrow Sea is always like this. There will be no wind for several days before and after a storm."

Grolai was a middle-aged captain with dark hair and a black beard, an old Pentos like his master Illyrio.

Grolai has an old-fashioned look of steadiness and sophistication. He can speak Common, Valyrian, and several other local dialects. According to him, he has been sailing on the sea for twenty years, and has been to the Summer Sea, the Jade Sea, and Sothoryos. The route from Pentos to the Summer Sea is the one he is most familiar with.

The night Viserys met Grole, Illyrio told Grole to treat Viserys the same way he treated him in the future and to call Viserys "My Lord".

Grole arranged the best room on the merchant ship for this "lord", and at least on the surface, he was very respectful to Viserys.

Viserys said, "I fear no storm. I only hope that after it blows the north wind will bear us to Myr."

There were frequent storms on the Narrow Sea, and Viserys and Daenerys crossed it dozens of times during their exile, fleeing from one Free City-State to another.

Viserys always said that they were only one step ahead of the Usurper's assassins.

In this process, life at sea occupied almost half of the exile period.

As the ship sailed away from Pentos, Viserys saw a rare genuine smile on Daenerys' face.

There is no doubt that her time in Pentos was very uncomfortable for her. On the ship leaving Pentos, she smelled the pungent salty smell of the sea in the air and saw the vast sea covered by the sky, which gave her a feeling of freedom and made her happy.

While Viserys was talking to the captain, she was quietly leaning against the deck railing, watching the dolphins swimming and playing with the side of the Cedarion, and from time to time she listened to the conversation between Viserys and others.

She wouldn't have dared to do this before.

"A north wind is a terrible sign of winter, my lord. Even with any wind, it would take seven or eight days to reach Myr." Ser Jorah Mormont came up to the forecastle and stood beside Viserys. "We are just off the Bay of Pentos."

Even in such a hot day, Ser Jorah would rather sweat profusely than wear his chain mail and leather clothes, and he always wore the dark green coat embroidered with a standing black bear.

Ser Jorah had a bull-like neck and shoulders, thick black hair on his arms and chest, and no hair on his head. He was naturally honest and kind, and his smile always put people at ease when they first met him.

The night Illyrio introduced him to Viserys, the exiled knight, upon hearing of Viserys's identity, offered to serve Viserys.

"You offered to pledge allegiance to me when we first met?" Viserys did not rush to agree to his request. He asked him, "What do you want from me?"

"It is an honor to serve the king."

"You are being unfaithful, as is unworthy of a knight," Viserys said.

"This is not an empty promise. Fighting for the king brings me honor." He said sincerely, "I was exiled by King Robert. I was stripped of everything. I lost everything. I am willing to serve you and hope you will grant me honor. Only by helping you restore the throne can I hope to return to my homeland."

This was a plausible excuse, and Viserys no longer wanted to hear his lies, so he readily agreed to his loyalty, and Mormont became his personal guard.

Viserys stayed with Jorah for the same reason he chose to stay in Illyrio's Court. That is, never underestimate the power and determination that high-ranking men like King Robert and Varys can mobilize. The beggar king is destined to be inseparable from these people, whether he is like now, or finds another way to become a sellsword or something else.

If the wolf pit position beside him is not Jora, it will be Kara, Lajo, or someone he doesn't know because the original book doesn't mention it. He can know directly from the original book that Jora is the wolf pit. If he replaces someone with more outstanding talents, how can he determine who will become his right-hand man in the future and who will stab him in the back in the end?

Will he be shocked and say: Is there anyone else, Brutus?
"Is your horse safe?" Viserys asked. Jorah was reluctant to leave his horse with Illyrio, just as he was reluctant to take off his mail, so the captain made room for him to stow his horse below deck.

"Yes, my lord." They all spoke in unison, calling him Lord Viserys.

"You've come just in time. The weather is so hot, it's a good opportunity for you to tell me what the North is like."

Captain Grolet had no time to listen to all this, so he found an excuse to leave.

Butch, the eunuch guard beside Daenerys, is a taciturn man who can go a whole day without saying a word.

Qiao La was sweating in the sun and his throat was burning, but he still responded respectfully: "What do you want to hear, my lord?"

Viserys started a small talk with him. "Is there snow in the North at this time of year?"

-

Jon Snow grabbed the snow on the ground, rolled it into a snowball, and threw it at the trees in front.

The snowball exploded right in the middle of the tree trunk thirty paces away, leaving a patch of snow on it.

He cheered for himself in his heart.

Bai Ling raised his head, stared at the place where Jon threw the snowball with his red eyes for a while, then sat down quietly at Jon's feet.

Jon leaned over to stroke its head affectionately. "Look, next one, I can hit the next one, too."

Bai Ling grew up very fast. When he first picked it up, it was not much bigger than Jon's palm. In just over a week, it had grown to be as big as the cats in the castle. At first, Jon could only feed it with a towel soaked in milk, and he was worried that it would die every day. But now, it can start to eat minced meat and chew chicken bones. It is getting bigger day by day.

The news that the king is coming to Winterfell has spread throughout the city. Although the king had already set out for some time when the news reached Winterfell, the journey from King's Landing to Winterfell is long and the king's carriage does not move fast. Lord Eddard expects the king to arrive in two weeks.

The same day Lord Eddard received the news he sent Captain Jory Cassel down the kingsroad with the Honor Guard to meet the king before he emerged from the Neck.

There were no inns or cities to rest along the way from the Tomb of the Ancients to Winterfell. After nightfall, the king and his entourage could only set up camp on the spot. Without a northerner familiar with the geography to offer advice, they would probably leave a bad impression on others.

In the city, Jon's half-brother and sister were receiving emergency training in the etiquette of meeting the royal family.

No one was free to train or play with Jon. Jon had wanted to ask his father to allow him to go out with the patrols of the guards - there had been a lot of wildlings crossing the Wall lately, but Lord Eddard was always busy, and by the time Jon thought he was free, the guards had already left the city.

He felt that the heat in the city was unusually high these days, and he could not stand it. So he rode out of the city and galloped for a while on the road between Winterfell and the now deserted winter town. Now he was resting near the city gate.

After running, he felt much better after breathing in some cool air.

For some reason, Jon couldn't sleep well at night these days. He had frequent dreams. The scenes in his dreams were vague, and vaguely there was a sea with dark clouds covering the sky.

Jon had never seen the sea and could only get a vague impression from the maesters and the books in the Winterfell library. He didn't understand why he had such a dream.

The situation improved a lot after he picked up Bai Ling and devoted himself to raising it, but occasionally he would still be troubled by vague and strange dreams at night.

The new snowball was formed in his hands. He threw it casually and it hit the tree trunk again.

Before he could cheer for himself, there was a rustling sound behind him, and a snowball exploded a few steps behind him. He and Bai Ling looked back and saw a small man on the wall of the South Gate waving at him.

Jon couldn't help but smile. It looked like his little sister Arya had run away from the etiquette class again.

Jon led the horse back to the city, handed it to the stable boy in the stable, and quickly climbed up the stone steps to the city wall.

Arya was playing with her wolf when Jon arrived. "Sister, shouldn't you be taking etiquette lessons now?"

Arya made a face at him. "What kind of etiquette lesson is this? It's more tiring than sewing class." She picked up the little wolf and moved closer to Ghost, who was quietly following Jon. "See, it's because I didn't spend as much time with Nymeria as you did that she didn't grow as big as Ghost."

Arya named the little wolf after the warrior queen who was said to have led her people across the narrow sea.

Ghost was the fastest and tallest of the wolves. He sniffed Nymeria as Arya came close to him, bit her ear gently, and then sat quietly at Jon's feet.

Jon actually wanted to talk to Arya more, but when he was about to say it, he warned her with the attitude of a little adult: "If you leave for too long, Septa Mordane will definitely send someone to notify your mother. If Lady Stark knows that you are skipping classes again, you will definitely not be able to come out of your room to watch us when we are training in the schoolyard later."

"I know. Why do you talk like your father?" Arya stood up helplessly and handed the wolf to Jon. "Jon, help me look after Nymeria. I'll come find her after the class is over."

Arya was always in a hurry to do things. As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and ran away. Fortunately, there was a bridge connecting the main castle and the South Gate Armory, otherwise she would definitely not be able to run back and forth between the city wall and the main castle in just a dozen minutes during the etiquette class when Sister Mordane took a break.

Jon held Nymeria in his arms as he watched his little sister trot away, unable to hide his grin for a moment.

His mood suddenly became much better.

-

The night Viserys left Pentos. A ghost market on the coast outside Pentos.

"What, the business is closed?"

Viserys left in a hurry, so Illyrio had to send people to clean up the mess. In order to meet the beggar king's demand for dragon bones, he found some cheap sources of goods, thinking that they would be used for a long time.

One of the businesses of the Merchant Governor is to buy low-priced goods whose origins are unclear. This business has attracted many people to sell stolen goods recently.

"I brought something good this time." A skinny man with a scar on his face said indignantly, "You don't even take a look?"

The person in charge ignored him and said, "Go somewhere else. Good things will always be sold. I'm closing the shop."

He said flatteringly, "Where else can you find such a fair price as yours? Let's take a look."

The person in charge ignored him and left.

"Damn it." The man cursed after the others walked away. "What a waste of time." He left cursing, and didn't plan to look anywhere else, and went straight back to his fishing boat.

Before the man rowed away, the person in charge changed his clothes and found him, saying straight to the point: "Look, what a good thing it is. If it's real, even if my master doesn't accept it, I can."

The man smiled widely, put his hands into his arms, and poured out a crystal object from a torn bag.

The person in charge's eyes lit up.

It is better to say that it is a sapphire rather than a dragon bone. The dragon bone is more like an embellishment on this object.

Sapphires with such pure texture are rare. They are as blue as the deep sea, beautiful and transparent, with almost no defects inside.

They were familiar customers, and both the buyer and the seller were sincere, so the transaction was quickly completed in the fishing boat cabin.

Neither of them realized at the time that this was the last transaction of their lives.

That night, the fisherman, who made a living by fishing and occasionally earned some unidentified wealth, fell off his fishing boat into the sea after getting drunk and drowned.

A few days later, this business manager who was several levels below Illyrio became one of the drunkards who drowned in the canal of Pentos.

Your Majesty the Queen, Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Highness, Your Excellency, My Lord…

I found that some people would get entangled in the title. In fact, there are many honorifics in English. In fact, in addition to these, Mr. Martin’s titles for powerful people are varied, using many Old English words, and there is always one that can match.

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