NOVEL NEXT Chapter 136 Viserys
By the time the dinner was over, the night was already very late.
The courtyard where the music ended and the people dispersed formed an asymmetrical echo with the twinkling stars in the sky, making the palace of Khal Drogo even cooler.
Khal Drogo has left Pentos and returned to his Kara S. In ten days, his wedding will be held on the grasslands outside Pentos.
Ian and the others will temporarily stay in Drogo's palace tonight, and will not return to Illyrio's residence tomorrow.
Ian stood in the courtyard, waiting for Illyrio and the others to come out of the living room.
The moonlight shines on the ivy, giving it a silvery glow.
Khal Drogo's slaves were cleaning up the mess after the banquet. Ian paid special attention to them. These slaves all wore copper collars. It was obvious that Pentos' freedom had not spread to the Horse King's palace.
But think about it, the people of Braavos have no reason to remind a horse king with forty thousand roaring warriors to abide by their agreement with Pentos.
Even Ambassador Olanto himself turned a blind eye when he came here for the banquet.
"Did Drogo not like her? Why didn't he take her away?" Viserys followed Illyrio into the courtyard drunk, "She is too young, will Drogo like her?" "
He'd rattled off this question no less than ten times, and Ian could tell he was uneasy.
But Illyrio was tired of answering and simply kept silent at the moment.
Dany followed them with her head lowered as usual, not daring to speak. She knew her brother was angry. He might be blaming her breasts for being too small to please the Horse King, or he might be blaming her for something else.
In short, it was all her fault, but what could she do? She is barely 14 years old.
Dany was afraid, afraid of arousing Viserys's 'wrath of the sleeping dragon', and afraid of the giant who everyone seemed to be afraid of and would soon become her husband.
Seeing Illyrio stopped talking, Viserys also felt a surge of anger in his heart.
But he couldn't get angry with Illyrio, so his eyes glanced at Ian not far away. It seemed that because this matter could not be blamed on Ian, Viserys's eyes were only on Ian. After staying on En for a moment, he moved away and landed on his unsatisfactory sister.
Daenerys's silver-gold hair was spread on her bare shoulders, and the purple dress that matched her violet eyes looked particularly thin in the moonlight.
You trash! Why are you so useless? Why can't you let Horse King kill you today?
Although Illyrio had explained to Viserys many times that according to Dothraki custom they had to hold a wedding on the grassland first, and that he did not take Dany away did not mean that he did not like her, but Viserys listened. He was uneasy not to go in, and he was uneasy until he actually got those roaring warriors.
Viserys took a step forward and walked in front of Daenerys, breathing heavily on her face with the smell of alcohol.
Dani seemed to have a premonition of something, her ten fingers retracted into her palms, and her legs under her skirt were crossed together awkwardly.
"Your Majesty, I don't think you need to worry too much." Ian's voice sounded from behind Viserys, temporarily slowing down Viserys's raised fist.
"What Khal Drogo likes is the noble dragon king bloodline of Her Highness the Princess. The most important thing to him is this," Ian continued to explain. "Before Khal Drogo met Her Highness the Princess, he had already led the entire Kara S crossed half of the continent of Essos and came to Pentos. He led 100,000 people and left for more than half a year. It is absolutely impossible that he came here to tease you. He is bound to win over the princess.
Even if His Highness lacks some attraction to Drogo, it is impossible for Drogo to break the contract because of this," Ian said, suddenly realizing that saying this seemed to be mocking Dany's small breasts, so he added, "Besides, Your Highness is With such an overwhelming power, King Ma has no reason not to be moved. "
"So, am I really worrying too much?" Viserys was immediately convinced by Ian.
Illyrio did explain a lot just now, including Dothraki traditions and all kinds of nonsense, but Viserys couldn't listen at all.
In contrast, Ian's straightforward explanation impressed Viserys - Drogo took 100,000 people for more than half a year to get here, would he care about the superficial size?
"Without a doubt, Your Majesty."
When Viserys heard this, a smile finally spread across his anxious face.
Daenerys looked at Ian blankly. He had seen his brother angry too many times. Whether it was her, the maids, or Lord Illyrio, no one had ever been able to calm down Viserys so easily. 'The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon' even made him smile.
Sir Ian is like magic! This is the second time he has rescued me from the wrath of the dragon, Daenerys thought.
Noticing Daenerys's gaze, Ian looked at her. Dany just said a word quickly in a voice that only she could hear, and then turned her head away shyly.
Ian recognized the shape of her mouth. What she had just said was 'thank you'.
She is still just a little girl, Ian sighed secretly.
Queen of Meereen, King of the Darlings, Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realms, Khaleesi of the Great Grasslands, Liberator, Breaker of Fetters.
Ian clearly remembered the titles this girl would have in the future, the Storm Queen who liberated Slaver's Bay and even ruled the city in the TV series. She was still just a timid and unconfident little girl.
"What are you looking at?" Viserys noticed Ian's gaze and asked doubtfully.
"The Khaleesi of the future steppes," Ian said, "Your Majesty, your sister will soon bring you tens of thousands of Dothraki warriors and the Iron Throne. Please don't blame her. , the true dragon will vent his anger on the usurpers and regicides, burning them to ashes, and will not be angry because of these small things."
"There are too many people in Westeros waiting for your return, you don't need to get angry over these little things." Ian added.
"Really? I still have some loyal ministers in Westeros?" Viserys said 'knowingly'. He had heard many related stories from Illyrio, and he was convinced of this.
But now he wanted Ian to tell it again, to scare his disobedient sister and the arrogant Illyrio.
"Some? No, that's not accurate. In fact, Westeros is waiting for your return, Your Majesty," Ian simply repeated Illyrio's words. "In farms and cottages across the country, men secretly raised their glasses to You salute, while the woman secretly sews the fire dragon flag, and the princes are waiting for you to return with your army. At that time, everyone will rise up and follow our true king."
"Who are they? Who will be my most loyal supporter?" Viserys asked eagerly.
No one can be that. Ian slandered.
"The Martell family was killed by traitors, and Princess Illya was killed. Prince Oberyn, the 'Red Viper', never gave up the idea of avenging his sister. As a close friend of His Majesty's brother, Prince Rhaegar, Sir Meath participated in the Battle of the Bells When he was killed by a usurper, Earl William Mouton of Maiden Springs was also eager to avenge his brother." Ian thought for a while and named two more famous families.