Targaryen

A few days later, Gryn, who was wearing a blue robe, was invited to the governor's mansion by Illyrio.

The governor's mansion has a twelve-foot-high brick wall with a row of iron spikes on the top.

This is a gorgeously decorated house, overlooking the entire Port of Pentos.

At the main gate Gryn saw Unsullied who was responsible for guarding the house.

Unsullied They are widely used as guards in Free Cities. They are castrated slaves the Warrior. They have been trained in Astapor since childhood. They are characterized by absolute obedience to their masters and fearlessness in the face of war.

Unsullied's most famous battle was Battle of Qohor. Only three thousand Unsullied resisted the attack of more than fifty thousand Dothraki led by one Temmo Khal.

After arriving at the main hall of the mansion, Gryn saw the fat and fat Illyrio Mopatis.

Each finger of Illyrio has gemstones shining, and the oiled yellow mustache is as bright as real gold.

Gryn took the initiative to caress his chest and said, "Good day, Magister Illyrio. It's a great honor to be received by you."

Although Illyrio, who was born as an assassin, is bloated and fat, he is surprisingly light and elegant when he steps.

Illyrio's tone was cordial. "Good day, Lord Gryn, welcome to your arrival, and wish you the blessings of Lord of Light."

After getting closer, Gryn smelled the heavy scent of perfume on Illyrio.

Gryn's smile was pure and unique to a young man, "Your Excellency, Governor, thank you again for your help, and thank you Lord Varys for your recommendation."

Illyrio smiled and said, "Varys and I are old friends. Unfortunately, after he went to Westeros, we couldn't contact him for a long time. I am very happy to see his handwritten letter this time."

After a pause, Illyrio said again, "Lord Gryn, I think Varys is willing to recommend you. You must be a very outstanding young man. I believe in the eyes of an old friend. It's just a matter of effort. Don't be too polite."

Gryn nodded with a smile and followed Illyrio into the inner hall.

After they sat down, the waiter brought exquisitely crafted cakes and white amber wine.

Gryn took a sip of amber wine and put down the cup.

"Magister Illyrio, please forgive me, I want to meet Targaryen."

After Gryn finished speaking, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Illyrio stared at Gryn for a while, then suddenly smiled and shook his head, "You really can't underestimate my old friend, he really values you very much."

Gryn was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Illyrio sighed softly and said, "Since Varys asked you to meet me, you must have learned a lot of things. In the eyes of your king, they are the remnants of Targaryen, but to me, the war has already decided the winner, and they are just poor homeless children."

After a moment of silence, Gryn said, "Master Varys means the same thing... Your Majesty the Governor, I agree with this. Baratheon has won Iron Throne, and Targaryen has left Westeros. I think the matter has come to an end, and it should end here."

Illyrio said with pity on his face, "The pursuit from Westeros has made it difficult for them to sleep and eat well. The two young people are like wanderers living in no fixed place. They are only staying here temporarily. All I can do is provide short-term shelter."

Gryn clenched his fist and then unclenched it, saying, "Magister Illyrio, I understand Master Varys's good intentions. It is not a matter of honor to hunt down Targaryen."

Gryn nodded and said, "Your kind heart is not only worthy of praise, but also admirable."

Illyrio saw the change in Gryn's expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

Gryn first frankly told House Crabb's past and embarrassing position.

Seeing that Illyrio was listening attentively, Gryn added, "King Robert has always distrusted House Crabb, and the pursuit of House Crabb for more than ten years has produced no results, so he appointed me as the person in charge of the pursuit of Targaryen to test House Crabb's loyalty."

"What about you?"

Illyrio showed an undisguised expression of vigilance.

Gryn shook his head slightly. "Don't worry, Governor, you can convey it to His Royal Highness the Prince and Princess on my behalf. As long as I am in charge for one day, I will ensure that they will not be disturbed and please rest assured."

Illyrio looked at Gryn who looked sincere, and finally sighed.

"Lord Gryn, today I understand what it means to be loyal and fearless!"

Facing the hat thrown by Illyrio, Gryn just sighed slightly.

Illyrio's eyes moved slightly, and his tone was concerned. "Lord Gryn, but if you do this, over time, will it be difficult for Westeros to explain it to you?"

Gryn shrugged and said, "No one will pursue it for the time being. I believe Master Varys."

Gryn's heart moved, and he continued, "However, Mr. Varys is a rare kind person, and I don't want to put all the problems on him."

Having said that, Gryn stood up and stroked his chest. "Your Excellency Governor, please forgive me for being presumptuous. At the appropriate time, I would like to arrange a chase scene for Pentos. This can be regarded as an explanation... This requires your approval."

Illyrio asked doubtfully, "A chase drama?"

Gryn nodded and replied, "It's a show for others. Pentos and Westeros, there are many people coming and going between the two places, so it is easier to appease some people who are interested. I think it will be easier for Mr. Varys there."

Illyrio After listening, he seemed to agree on the surface, but he was a little wary in his heart.

"Indeed, Pentos must have many hidden eyes and ears, so we should be more cautious."

Saying that, Illyrio asked with a natural expression, "How do the prince and princess need to cooperate with you?"

Fake plays can also be real...Illyrio is testing. Although he has Varys's recommendation, he will never believe in Gryn as easily as he shows. People's hearts are the most elusive.

The two Targaryen in his hand will have different values if placed in different places.

For example, if placed in front of King Robert, Gryn will definitely receive a big reward, and it will also solve the trust problem that has been plaguing him.

Regarding Illyrio's question, Gryn first shook his head in denial.

"Magister Illyrio, after all, they did not appoint me to take charge of this matter out of trust. We also need to guard against whether there are assassins hiding in secret. This is what Varys and I are most worried about.

Just let my men make some noise. The prince and princess are not allowed to show up. This is also to ensure their safety. I believe they are the safest with you."

Illyrio agreed, "What you said makes sense, I think it is too simple. For the safety of the prince and princess, it is not too much to be more cautious."

Illyrio added, "Don't worry, I will arrange someone to cooperate with you when the time comes."

What an old fox...Gryn looked grateful and nodded in thanks.

Illyrio said in a kind tone, "As for meeting the prince and princess, I will truthfully convey what happened today. I think they will be happy to meet you."

Gryn thought silently: But.

After hesitating for a while, Illyrio continued, "His Royal Highness Viserys has a deep memory of the war that lasted more than ten years, and coupled with the constant pursuit... He is somewhat resistant to people coming from Westeros."

Gryn expressed his understanding. "Anyone facing the same situation would have bad memories. I admire His Highness Targaryen's tenacity."

Illyrio nodded slightly and agreed, "I guess Princess Daenerys will be very willing to receive you. Although she has no memory, she has always been curious about Westeros. I have never seen a girl who is more pure than her. Princess Daenerys is like an elf in the world."

It's no surprise that Viserys and Gryn can't be seen for the time being.

Viserys is Mad Dragon who was carefully cultivated by him and Varys. According to Varys's plan, he is the key to disrupting Westeros.

Now Daenerys is a tool who helps Viserys in exchange for soldiers and horses, and then he is the victim of Khal's anger.

Illyrio specially arranged for the blond maid bought from the women's branch to teach Daenerys various bed moves... The beloved Khaleesi was assassinated by an assassin, and the target was Westeros, the sleeping dragon and Khal hit it off...Mad Dragon (Viserys) plus the avenger Khal, Westeros's blood flowed like a river.

The conspiracies of Varys and Illyrio are intertwined with each other. Tsk, they are really dirty.

Gryn looked at Illyrio with relief on his face. "Your Majesty the Governor, this is really good news. Thank you again for your help. I am waiting for your Royal Highness to receive you."

A secret room in King's Landing, Shataya's Brothel.

Lysa·Tully clutched Petyr·Baelish with a bitter face.

Lysa's voice was sharp. "Why? This is impossible! Little Robert (Robert·Arryn) can't live without me!"

Petyr looks particularly weak today.

"My Lysa, I'm sorry, I just learned the news. Hand Jon Arryn deliberately hid it from everyone, including you and me!"

Lysa paused and said in a panic, "Did he find out about us?"

Petyr shook his head, and Lysa, who looked nervous, breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body almost collapsed.

Petyr stretched out his hand to support Lysa, and comforted him with his magnetic voice, "Lysa, don't worry, you are not wrong. It's all my fault that I can't let you go. Even if I die, I will protect you and you will not be harmed at all."

"Littlefinger...", Lysa was moved to tears.

After hugging each other for a while, Lysa suddenly said, "Tell me quickly, how does he want to arrange my son?"

Petyr's gray-green eyes stared at the anxious Lysa, with unbearable look in his eyes.

Petyr sighed helplessly and said, "Lord Jon feels that with his health, he may not be able to teach Little Robert. He wants to send your son to Dragonstone to become Lord Stannis's adopted son."

Lysa said sharply, "What about me? That's my son! Why can't I teach Little Robert by myself? Why do you have to take my son away from me?!"

Petyr gently patted Lysa on the back and said, "After becoming seriously ill, we all felt that Lord Jon became more and more stubborn. He would rather trust Lord Stannis who is far away from Dragonstone than trust the people close to him."

After saying that, after staring at Lysa for a while, Petyr spoke again, "My Lysa, you should know that I love Little Robert very much. I have no children. I even regard him as my biological child. I am the same as you in this regard. I don't want Little Robert to leave his biological mother."

Lysa's thick white hands caressed Petyr's thin cheeks and said movedly, "Littlefinger, what I regret most is that I couldn't give you a child... You can treat Little Robert as your own son. I know you love him more than Jon. Don't worry, I will go find Jon soon. Without my permission, he can't take Little Robert away from me!"

Petyr shook his head and said with a tired tone, "It's useless. I have already argued with Lord Jon. He said... it is precisely because he doesn't trust you that he asked Little Robert to leave."

Lysa screamed, "I will never die, I will never die, why, why!"

Looking at Lysa who had lost his mind and seemed to be going crazy, Petyr secretly raised the corners of his lips.

Jon was already an old man when he married Lysa.

Due to Lysa's infidelity before marriage and the huge age gap between the two, there was no love in their marriage.

After marriage, Lysa had five miscarriages, including two in Eyrie, three in King's Landing, and two stillbirths, before finally giving birth to Robert·Arryn.

[Eyrie is located in Vale of Arryn, which is the home of House Arryn.]

Robert·Arryn has always been weak and sickly, so Lysa doted on his son extremely.

After her last stillbirth, Lysa had fallen into paranoia and always felt that her enemies were everywhere except Petyr·Baelish, who had always loved each other deeply.

Lysa suddenly grabbed Petyr tightly. "Petyr, think of a way, you must have a way, right? I can't lose my son, Stannis will definitely kill Little Robert!"

Petyr looked at Lysa, who had a crying voice and a pleading face, and couldn't bear it.

In the end, Petyr looked at Lysa's expectant eyes and nodded as if he had made some kind of difficult decision.

Three days later, Illyrio mansion.

The silver-haired Daenerys was wrapped in a coarse cloth and stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water.

The bath water was extremely hot, but Daenerys didn't say a word because she liked the heat and it made her feel very clean.

Moreover, Viserys often said to her: House Targaryen people are not afraid of being burned. We are True Dragon Heir, with blazing flames burning in our blood.

After bathing and cleansing herself, Daenerys combed her hair until it was as bright as molten silver. She picked up the floral and herbal essence and gently applied it on all parts of her body.

Then Daenerys put on a purple silk robe. The color of the robe brought out her purple eyes. Daenerys put on gold-rimmed sandals and a gold bracelet inlaid with amethysts.

After finishing dressing up, Daenerys looked at his appearance in the dressing mirror.

The silver-haired girl in the mirror is petite, timid and unsure of herself.

Daenerys's little face showed sadness. Some time ago, my brother was busy giving her to the barbarians in exchange for the troops and horses that captured Iron Throne.

Today, her brother asked her to gain the allegiance of a Half-Wildling noble.

Daenerys felt like a trading commodity. She was very resistant in her heart, but she was afraid of awakening her brother's Wake the Dragon.

The waiter had already conveyed Illyrio's words, and Half-Wildling was waiting in the courtyard and asked her to come out a little later.

According to Illyrio, this will invisibly enhance the majesty of the princess.

Daenerys didn't understand what Illyrio meant by the majesty of a princess, but she knew she had to succeed today. Only in this way would Viserys not abandon her.

What about Half-Wildling? There is nothing in this world that scares her more than being abandoned by her brother.

Daenerys took a breath, stood up, and looked at his outfit again through the mirror.

Daenerys turned towards the door, straightened his waist, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and slowly exhaled.

Daenerys's always timid little face had a look of determination.

The sunlight shines in, elongating Daenerys's thin figure.