Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 73 Planning before going home
Grolai looked at the heavily guarded room where all kinds of mysterious legends were quietly circulated among the sailors. He took a deep breath, swallowed his saliva, and then stepped into the passage where the Unsullied had made way.

The expressionless Unsullied at the door knocked.

The door opened.

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

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

The sound came from the inner room. Grolai didn't dare to go in. He saw the small table at the door that originally belonged to the maid. He carefully put his butt on the chair next to the small table and held his breath.

The Unsullied outside the door closed.

Grolai sat up straight. A huge single eye was looking at him from the side of the screen. He didn't dare to look back, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.

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

Viserys' voice came from that direction: "I do not wish any of my men to disembark while we are here briefly in Tyrosh."

Grolai nodded quickly: "Yes, sir!"

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes, sir—" Grolai realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he swallowed, "No, I'm not nervous, sir."

Viserys asked in a steady voice, "From what I understand, you are not of noble birth?"

Grolai's nervous heart suddenly pounded when he heard that, and he had difficulty breathing. He took a deep breath, and the hot air in his throat changed his voice. "I was born a fisherman, sir. When I was young, I worked as a sailor for four or five years. The financial manager of the ship at that time saw that I was smart and had the 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 manager of his ship. Later, I married his daughter and inherited his ship. After I became a little famous on the sea, Governor Illyrio funded me to develop the fleet to the current scale. So now I am the captain of a merchant fleet of Governor Illyrio's Chamber of Commerce."

"Do you know my relationship with Magister Illyrio?"

Grolai spoke fluently: "I know you are a king, and the governor is funding you. Let me take you on the ship, my lord."

"Can you fight at sea?"

Grolai sat up straight: "I have seen it, sir. I can learn it!"

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

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

"Can you decide whether to stay or go?"

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

"Where do the sailors belong?"

Grolai grinned: "This is more complicated. Some of them were recruited by me, and some were hired in the name of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Why hasn't anyone taken the initiative to join me yet?"

"I don't know about that, my lord." After the agreement was issued on the merchant ship, no one dared to come over, and no one dared to talk to the Unsullied who were silently watching them at all times.

"Would you like to be my first fleet commander?"

Grolai replied excitedly: "It is my honor, Your Majesty!"

"You can disembark. I will have a group of Unsullied accompany you during the berth to purchase enough supplies to keep the merchant ship at sea for one to two months. To guard against pirates, you must equip the three ships with ballistae and trebuchets if possible, but the modifications cannot be too conspicuous. How many people do you need?"

Grolai asked, "Can I find a few people I can trust?"

"Before you leave Tyrosh, you will have the help of only the Unsullied. They will dress in sailor's clothing and follow you around. Use them as sailors."

"Yes, sir." Grolai did not make any more requests, but answered cautiously, "Just give me twenty men. However, installing the crossbows requires craftsmen to board the ship, and carrying the materials on board also requires manpower, so the sailors will inevitably need to come into contact with them."

"Can you stop the craftsmen and sailors who are carrying supplies from talking nonsense?"

Grolai agreed: "Yes, Your Majesty." "I'm not really a king yet, just call me Your Majesty."

"Yes, my lord."

Finally, Viserys gave his First Fleet Commander another mission: "There is a person that you need to take the Unsullied to find immediately. Bring him to me. Jorah, remember him? He should be in the tavern at the port of Tyrosh. If you can't find him, come back and tell me as soon as possible."

"Yes, my lord."

"Go do something."

Grolai stood up straight after receiving the order. The terrifying furnace-like eyes still frightened him, but his trembling would not weaken his legs. He bowed deeply to the other side: "Yes, sir!"

After Grolai left the room, Daenerys couldn't help but frown and ask, "Jorah, what else do you want to do with him?"

She had a good impression of Jorah, thinking that he was silly and foolish, and was fooled by them without trust. But after they discussed the ballad story of Dragon Knight Aemon and Queen Naerys in Lys that day, Daenerys's impression of him took a sharp turn for the worse.

There is no other way. "I asked him to get information about the Seven Kingdoms in Tyrosh. If he is obedient and works for me, then he is the only way to learn about the latest situation of the Seven Kingdoms."

Daenerys realized the destination of this return trip after hearing this: "You mean - we don't go back to Pentos?"

Daenerys was not informed in advance, and when she suddenly learned this information, her mind worked very quickly. But she couldn't actually guess where the specific target would be, she could only guess that it was Westeros.

And Westeros was a place that seemed so strange and yet so familiar to her.

Daenerys' heartbeat quickened.

She began to think frantically, breathing heavily: We only have two hundred people, a few hundred sailors, three ships, two... one... uh... an incomplete Dragon King. Is that enough? Is that really enough?
How many people did Aegon the Conqueror and his sister wives Visenya and Rhaenys use in the story? She couldn't remember for a moment.

"Take some time, drink some water." Viserys stroked her hair with his fingernails. "We are not going to conquer the whole continent, we are just going home."

Family?
King's Landing? The Red Keep?
Dragonstone!
Daenerys fidgeted. "Are these enough?" she asked. "Will they—"

"No," Viserys interrupted her. "It is a good trait to consider defeat before victory. But I tell you, Dany, I will not."

"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 mission for him that could kill him, and Jorah is the only one I have who can do it for me. He is of noble birth, a former Lord of House Mormont. Although he has been stripped of his title, exiled, and lost his honor, his status as a noble means that there are some missions that he is more suitable for than anyone else. And this mission may get him killed."

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

Viserys answered her, "I shall have him send me an invitation."

"What invitation?" Daenerys asked.

"Invitations to your wedding," Viserys told her. "Invitations 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, and Prince of Dorne."

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

"I wish to make a covenant with him," Viserys told her.

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

"I don't know. Maybe," Viserys said. "I don't intend to make it clear in the invitations, and I don't intend to let Jorah know we have dragons. So he might be dead by the time I send the invitations."

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

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

(End of this chapter)