"Of course," Viserys said softly. "But don't go too far. Tomorrow, I still need to speak with Willas and the others about how to deal with the remnants from the Iron Islands."
"My dragons can search the sea, but it's vast. If they keep hiding among the reefs and refuse to come out, I may need a general direction."
"The veteran captains in the Reach who spend their lives at sea should have some idea which islands those remaining forces from the Iron Islands might be hiding on. I need their information, and that will probably take some time. Once we've finished talking, I'll come find you."
Margaery nodded and reached out to stroke Viserys's chest. After a moment, she said, "Yes, I understand, Your Grace. I'll have Willas and the others make the arrangements in advance."
"The Arbor's merchant ships and House Tyrell's own veteran captains sail the Sunset Sea all year round. They know better than anyone which islands have fresh water and which caves can conceal ships. Narrowing down the Ironborn's whereabouts shouldn't be difficult. The hard part will be forcing them out."
"As long as we find them, everything will be simple," Viserys said calmly. "My dragons will send them to the Watery Halls to meet their dead families."
Margaery did not answer immediately. Viserys had spoken so casually, as though discussing something that had nothing to do with him. There was not a trace of anger in his voice, nor much satisfaction.
Yet she saw nothing wrong with what Viserys had said. Since those Ironborn refused to emerge from behind the reefs and continued raiding the coasts of Westeros, the Iron Throne's dragonfire was the cleanest way to deal with them.
After a moment, she said quietly, "I actually forgot that just now. Then there's