At the end of the deep alley next to the hustle and bustle of the Teloxi market, there is a large courtyard of a deep house surrounded by high walls.
In the center of the courtyard, under a lush pomegranate tree, a pale silver-haired Viserys Targaryen stood upright.
He wore a slightly worn ink-colored velvet coat, and the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with dragon patterns with striking red silk threads.
With an arrogant face, he asked the bloated and fat governor of Pantos, Illyrio Mopatis, in front of him:
"This Oriental, how many people can he give me?"
Illyrio's face was filled with smiles, and his voice was smooth: "Your Highness the Honorable Prince, the Eastern Wizard has conquered the Stone Steps and Telossi,
They are ready to invade the Seven Kingdoms, and according to reliable insiders, they have an army of 10,000 trained soldiers and 1,000 corpses. "
Viserys frowned, his dark purple eyes full of suspicion: "Corpse Legion? "
He laughed: "Illyrio, when did you start learning the bards who made up in the tavern?" How can a dead man stand up and fight? "
Illyrio lowered his head: "It's true, my prince, in addition to an army of corpses, the Oriental wizard is also rumored to have a dragon as his companion. "
Viserys' face flashed with a hint of suspicion: "Dragon?!" "
He didn't believe it: "Only the blood of the true dragon can tame those dragons, he is just an unknown person from the Oriental Yidi, if he really has a dragon, I can see it when he captures Tai Luo Xi...
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Illyrio's face remained unchanged, but he was also suspicious in his heart,
Varys assured him that Ed Stark would never lie, that the Seven Nations army had indeed been defeated by the evil wizard's golden dragon.
Moreover, the imperial ministers of the Iron Throne have always believed that the dragon's body length is more than two hundred feet.
However, as Viserys said, on the day of the fall of Telossi, there was only blood and steel, but no dragon shadow.
Illyrio pressed the doubts in his heart, and he finally chose the words of his longtime friend Varys.
He smiled and bewitched: "Your Highness, regardless of the existence of dragons, those corpse legions equipped with Valyrian steel are a certainty, and the Orientals still have hundreds of warships, they have just defeated the navy of the Seven Kingdoms in the Stone Steps Islands, and the King of the Seven Kingdoms was almost captured." "
Illyrio deliberately exaggerated the military power in Liu Qian's hands.
Viserys corrected sharply: "It is the false king, the usurper has seized the Iron Throne that belongs to Targaryen. "
Illyrio's head lowered even more: "Your Highness, I have no doubt about your words, as long as you get this Oriental army." "
Viserys' face was full of anticipation.
He could already imagine the scene when he landed in Westeros with the army of the Stonesteps and Tylosi, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms welcomed him with their glasses high.
Illyrio's smile was as sweet as honey, interrupting Viserys' whooping dreams.
"Your Highness, it's almost time, is Your Highness the princess ready? Today is the coronation of the Oriental wizard, and it's not good to be late. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the carved wooden door was gently pushed open.
Daenerys Targaryen slowly walked out, supported by two Illyly's carefully chosen maids.
She wore an expensive silver-white silk dress with fine spiral patterns embroidered on the hem, flowing with a cool luster in the sun.
She had long silver-gold hair that hung down like molten white gold, setting off a delicate but childish face.
However, those beautiful violet eyes were full of dazedness and sorrow at the moment, and she walked absentmindedly, as if her soul was drifting elsewhere.
The long exile has made her as slender as a twig in early spring, not yet fully blooming, with a heartbreaking fragility.
Viserys' critical and cold gaze swept over his sister, his brows furrowed even tighter.
He turned to Illyrio, his tone with a hint of anxiety:
"Are you sure that the Oriental will like such a young girl?" She is too thin, too cowardly, and does not have the demeanor of Her Royal Highness. "
As Viserys said, Daenerys had been in exile with her brother in the nine free trade city-states for many years, so her growth and development were a little sluggish, and she was still too young to even have menarche.
The smile on Illyrio's face did not move: "Your Highness, according to many reliable sources, the conqueror of the East is still young, there is no wife by his side, His Highness the Princess has the purest Valyrian blood, this nobility and beauty will definitely make him fall in love with him, Her Highness the Princess is completely worthy of the throne of a queen." "
Viserys pursed his pale lips, still a little uneasy: "But she hasn't menstruated yet, will she..."
Illyrio immediately interjected: "Everything is easy to say, we can make a sacred marriage contract first, and it is not too late to complete the wedding ceremony until Her Royal Highness is healthy and menarche comes." "
Viserys nodded reluctantly.
He immediately turned to Daenerys, and his tone suddenly became sharp and mean: "Come here! My good sister! "
Daenerys trembled at his stern voice and approached timidly.
"Listen.....
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Viserys looked down at her, there was no warmth in his dark purple eyes, only a cold warning: "When I see the King of the East later, cheer me up, show me your smile, show your figure, show your demeanor as a princess of the Targaryen family, if you dare to embarrass me, you will make the slightest mistake... You know the consequences! You don't want me to awaken the 'sleeping dragon's wrath', right? "
Daenerys' slender shoulders trembled slightly, and her violet eyes instantly covered with a layer of mist.
It's "The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon" again...
In the past, Viserys would tell her the glorious history of the dragon race to her when she was young, and tell her to be proud of the true dragon bloodline: :
Those warm moments gradually disappeared in the long flight and the hopelessness of restoration.
Reality made him gradually become violent and impatient.
He always blamed her for her birth for her mother's dystocia, so he beat and scolded her.
She once foolishly thought that she would eventually marry her brother like the ancient Valyrian dragon kings.
Only today did she desperately see that Viserys had long been burned out of her mind by the obsession with restoration, and had turned into a madman who could sell her to anyone without hesitation for the unreal crown.
At this moment, Viserys is bewitched by a lie wrapped in honey by a Pentos guest who wants to marry her to the wizards of the East who has never met but has a vicious reputation in the city of Telossi.
Not allowing her to think too much, Illyrio's fat palm slapped, and a richly carved sedan chair was carried into the courtyard by four strong slaves.
The three of them boarded the sedan chair, the curtain of the sedan fell, and walked in the direction of the palace of Telossi.