Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 76: The Dishonored Knight
Jorah was traveling to Dorne on a merchant ship, disguised, and his armor and cloak with his family crest were packed in a bag. In the bag was a black banner given by the king, with a single three-headed fire-breathing dragon on a black background and red emblem on it.

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

At that time, whether it was his aroused sense of honor or his desire to survive, he had no choice but to accept Viserys's task.

Viserys asked him to deliver a letter.

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

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

Anyone in Westeros who saw the emblem, whether it was the clay seal on the letter or the black banner in the chest, could be convicted of treason and executed on the spot.

He was to deliver this letter to Prince Martell of Dorne, and Viserys wanted him to go with a banner to show that he was an envoy.

This means that he is the only one in the festival team.

The Martells were members of the Royalist Party back then, and now the situation in the Seven Kingdoms is in turmoil, Dorne has not yet joined the game, so perhaps they have already been connected with Viserys, Jorah told himself. He will be fine.

【You might die from this.】

He thought again of what Viserys had told him bluntly.

Viserys ordered him: the letter can only be delivered to Prince Martell himself, and no one else.

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's command.

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

But he was driven onto a merchant ship bound for Dorne without Viserys giving him a quarter of an hour. After getting off the Cedurian, Grole and a dozen "sailors" escorted him back to the inn to get his luggage and horses, and then sent him on board.

The last thing Tyrosh lacks is ships heading to Dorne.

"What kind of letter is it that needs to be sent so urgently?"

Viserys had ordered him to deliver the message as soon as he reached Sunspear, without delay.

Jorah had reached for the letterbox many times; Varys's little birds had taught him how to read letters in secret when they were sealed.

But every time he touched it, Jorah drew his hand back, as if it were a poisoned blade.

When passing the Stepstones, Jorah sometimes hoped that his merchant ship would encounter pirates. But the journey was smooth and peaceful, and it took only three days and nights to reach Sunspear.

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 tip of a small sandy peninsula, surrounded by the sea on three sides.

Although the Dornish called it a city, it was at most a small town, a castle built around the Martell family, a shadow city surrounded by three walls, and the narrow streets and alleys in the city were intricate, like a maze.

Jorah disembarked at a small port outside the city, from where he could see the dark brown Sandship Fort. It was short, fat and ugly, and its shape resembled a large sailing ship that had been washed ashore and turned into stone.

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

At the harbor he saw the Baratheon banner of a crowned stag and the Martell banner of a golden spear with a red sun flying high on the dock.

Along the pier avenue, visitors can directly pass through the triple curved walls to the inner city and reach the triple gates of the old palace. Next to each golden spear flag with a red sun piercing through it is a Baratheon crowned stag flag.

This means that a high-ranking member of the Baratheon family is visiting Sunspear.

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

He should leave here.

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

Jorah should say thank you.

But he couldn't speak.

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 small, the streets and alleys are complicated and intricate, 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 then he asked him, "Why are there so many flags in the city?"

"Oh, you mean the king's banner?" the boy told him, proudly. "It's our Sunspear welcoming princess."

Jorah asked, "Princess?"

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

Jorah asked again, "Princess Myrcella?"

The boy looked away: "Sir, don't you need a guide?"

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

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

Jorah didn't let the boy take the reins. "Tell me what's going on with the princess while we walk?"

"The princess who came to visit us arrived two days ago," the boy said as he led the way. "I saw with my own eyes that she was escorted by more than a dozen ships when she got off the ship at the port. She was so beautiful. Everyone cheered her, and she kept smiling and waving at everyone on her way into the city. A knight in a white robe followed closely behind her. He was a real knight in a white robe."

"More than a dozen ships?" Jorah was surprised. King's Landing was in danger and its naval power was not as strong as that of Dragonstone, yet they still sent more than a dozen ships to escort Princess Myrcella to Dorne. How could they pass through the blockade of Dragonstone?

"Yes, a fleet," the boy told him. "They speak with a funny accent. I heard someone say they were the Braavos fleet."

Did the crown employ the Braavosi?
Jorah remained calm and continued to ask, "Why did the princess come all the way to Dorne to visit?"

"Everyone says that the princess will marry Prince Trystane." The boy was inexplicably proud, as if he had a share of honor. "That day, Princess Arianne and Prince Trystane went to the dock to pick up the princess. I saw Prince Trystane standing with the princess. I talked to Prince Trystane in the water garden when I was a child!"

The Water Gardens is a palace consisting 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 incorporation of Dorne under the rule of the Targaryen family.

It is said that the princess, also called Daenerys, was kind-hearted. One day, when the sun was scorching, she took pity on the children of the servants and guards and allowed them to play with the noble children in the pool. This set a precedent that has been used in Dorne ever since. This means that the boy was once the child of a noble servant or guard. No wonder he seemed to have a hidden admiration for the White Knight in his words.

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

The boy led Jorah through the winding streets of Shadow City. Mud-brick shops and windowless huts were built at the foot of the city, forming a maze of narrow alleys. Street markets sold spices from Dorne and further east in the world.

The streets were full of people and noisy, so Jorah couldn't ask any more questions. He could only follow the boy.

When passing by a stall selling roasted snake meat, the spicy smell of the seasoning made Jorah's eyes well up with tears, while the boy kept glancing at the wooden tongs turning over the large chunks of roasted curled meat and swallowing his saliva.

The boy took Jorah around the first city wall, entered the second city wall from the partition wall, and then took Jorah west. Gradually, there were more and 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, where the street ended.

The boy hadn't lied to Jorah, the place was quiet, clean, and there was a tavern nearby.

The boy asked him proudly, "How is it? Do you like it?" Jorah nodded with satisfaction and took out two copper coins and gave them to him.

The boy took only one. "It only takes two coppers. You paid one before."

Jorah said, "The extra coin is my reward for your guidance."

The boy shook his head. "That won't do. If I say two, then it's two. That's my rule."

"Principles?" Jorah noted his choice of words.

The boy shut up and didn't respond. He just asked him, "Mercenary, there is a tavern where mercenaries gather nearby. I know where I can get a high-paying mission. Do you want me to take you there?"

Mercenary
Suddenly, Jorah felt something prick his chest.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the boy said, "You don't need to pay extra for this."

"No," Jorah said. "I'll find my own way from now on."

-

Jorah asked for a room at the inn, settled his horse, and locked himself in the room.

How could he meet Prince Doran himself?

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

But relying on the title of House Mormont was probably far from enough. What's more, Jorah was an exiled knight. Even if he asked for a meeting, he would probably be dismissed casually.

Jorah thought of what Viserys had done in Myr and Tyrosh: he had sent letters to the Lord Governor's House and the High Lord's House in the name of Targaryen.

So should Jorah openly submit to the castle as a Targaryen envoy?
Jorah thought of the banner Viserys had given him. Perhaps that was what he was hoping for.

Perhaps that was why Viserys said he might die on this journey.

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, the Jade Sea, Asshai, or the end of the world. The world is so big, there must be a place for him to stay. Is it really that important to go home?

He suddenly felt regretful, remembering that he had been beheaded by the feudal lord. At that time, perhaps being beheaded by that old-fashioned feudal lord was the best outcome for him.

He turned his head to look at the dressing mirror in the room. After indulging in alcohol and sex for the past two months, his face had become visibly haggard.

It would be better to let the White Walkers take him away!
-

The next morning, Jorah washed and dressed in his chambers, then put on his wool, mail, and tunic embroidered with the arms of House Mormont.

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 learned that Prince Doran now resided in the Water Gardens on the beach three leagues west of Sunspear.

He put the king's banner into the package and carefully put away the mailbox.

Then out the door.

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

When he arrived at the garden palace with numerous pools and fountains, blood orange trees and pink marble floors, he calmly and solemnly handed his visiting card to the guards guarding outside the archway of the garden palace. When the guards looked at him with strange eyes, Jorah Mormont took out the black banner with a single three-headed fire-breathing dragon emblem embroidered on a black background and red from the package 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 House Targaryen, requesting an audience with Prince Doran Martell of Dorne!"

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

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

Soon, a tall guard with broad shoulders, gray hair, and a red cloak, holding a six-foot-long axe with a wooden handle, arrived at the palace gate.

The guard holding the longaxe called his name: "Jorah Mormont."

After that, the guard stopped talking, turned around and walked into the palace.

Jorah tied the dragon flag around himself as if it were a cloak, and then followed the guard.

The journey 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 flowing fountain below.

In the shadow of an orange tree, Prince Doran Martell sat in his wheelchair, his legs folded in front of him, examining his visitor with deep-pouched eyes.

The tall guard walked to the side of Prince Dorne, held the huge long-handled axe across his body, and stood solemnly.

Jorah was shocked to see the Prince of Dorne looking so old and frail.

"A messenger," the Dornish prince asked calmly, in a gentle and calm voice. "What mission brings you here?"

Jorah answered calmly, "The king to whom I swore allegiance asked me to deliver a letter to Prince Doran Martell in Dorne. The king has given me strict instructions that the letter must be delivered to His Royal Highness in person."

"I am Doran Martell," said the Prince of Dorne.

Qiao La carefully took out the letter tube and pretended to present it.

The axe guard walked forward silently, took the mailbox, and then opened it to check.

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

Areo Hotah handed over the letter tube, placed the long-handled axe across his body again, and stood aside.

Prince Dolan uncovered the ink and opened the letter box. Inside was a piece of gold-stamped paper with gorgeous lace patterns. It was an invitation letter:

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Dear Prince Doran Martell:
I, Viserys Targaryen, and my fiancée Daenerys Targaryen's wedding will be held at my home soon, and I would like to extend my sincere invitation to you.

- Yours faithfully, Viserys Targaryen

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"Captain Hotah." After reading the letter, Prince Doran's voice was still gentle and calm, but his expression was a little more majestic. He said, "Catch him and send him to prison."

Qiao La felt his eyes go dark.

Sunspear

(End of this chapter)