Viserys held the autographed letter from the Sea King of Braavos in his hand and fell into silence.
There was silence in the whole hall.
Everyone looked at the little king sitting on the throne among them. They didn't know what was written in the letter. It was highly confidential, but looking at Viserys' face, they seemed to be in embarrassment.
Afterwards, Viserys said nothing, but handed the letter written by Sea King to Sir Geoffrey beside him.
For this fleet commander, Viserys had nothing to doubt. After all, without him, he and his mother would have died long ago.
Even if he followed the original trajectory, he and his mother, Queen Layla, fled to Dragonstone Island. Only the fleet would intimidate the acting city lord and others from murdering their orphans and widows.
Even though an approaching storm later destroyed the Targaryen fleet, Viserys did not know the details. Perhaps the bastards and others wanted to hand over the Viserys brother and sister to Baratheon, or there were other plans.
But with the help of Sir William, he finally escaped to the continent of Essos, and then began a long life of exile.
So Viserys naturally has unconditional trust in the old knight and his coach.
If he now needs to forge a medal of the 'Hand of the King', perhaps Viserys will directly award the medal to Ser Geoffrey.
The gray-haired old knight did not refuse, took the letter directly from Viserys, and then read it carefully.
Viserys's eyes fell on the two Braavos envoys again.
"In fact, my mother, Queen Rhaella Targaryen, is dead."
Viserys stood up from the cold stone throne, and the sunlight from both sides of the hall shone in, forming a series of dusty light pillars that fell on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me."
As the messenger, Clare, the mayor of Braavos, once again gave a slight salute to express his condolences to Viserys. In fact, they knew the news when they disembarked from the ship.
"Please allow us to pay homage to this kind and great Queen Mother when we leave Dragonstone."
However, Viserys just waved his hand, knowing that these were just the messenger's polite words.
The other party didn't even know that Targaryen could still speak Valyrian, and he might have only heard of the name of his mother, Queen Layla.
"The envoy please stay on Dragonstone Island for a while longer."
"I still need to think about what Lord Ferrego Antalion wrote in his letter."
This is what Viserys is hesitating about now. After getting this letter, Viserys can confirm that the other party is indeed the messenger from Braavos.
However, he was somewhat hesitant about whether to actually go to Braavos to meet with Viserys.
Although today's little king has foiled several Iron Throne plots and followed the fleet in a beautiful turnaround at Shipbreaker Bay, it has greatly boosted morale.
But the power balance between Targaryen and Baratheon is still quite disparate.
The opponent was like having ten fingers, but he just took the opportunity to break off one of them. If the opponent clenched his fists, he could easily be beaten to death on Dragonstone Island.
After all, this place is so close to Westeros, almost a stone's throw away.
Viserys did not feel safe at all when he stayed on Dragonstone. Although he knew that King Robert had no warships, he was still afraid that one day he would wake up and Dragonstone would be surrounded by ships that could not be seen.
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So Viserys has been thinking about how to abandon Dragonstone and lead the fleet and people to retreat to the mainland east of the Narrow Sea.
Put down a foothold there and then develop with peace of mind. Only in this way can you save the lives of your brother and sister and prevent them from living a homeless life.
Viserys had never had a clue about this matter before. After all, as the old knight said before, the Free Trade City seemed loose, but it rejected the invasion of external forces.
Viserys did not dare to lead a fleet to invade the continent of Essos, as that would cut off his own retreat.
But now this letter from the Sea King of Braavos brought him another possibility.
Viserys hesitated slightly.
This idea is very good and bold, but it also carries considerable risks.
If Braavos has malicious intentions, it is possible to directly tie him up and send him to King's Landing in exchange for a large reward.
But Viserys believes that a living self who can cause trouble for the Iron Throne is far more important than that insignificant reward for the Iron Bank.
So Viserys actually had such an answer when he was hesitating in his heart.
It's just that he still lacks someone to support him in doing so, giving him the courage to firm up his inner thoughts.
This is equivalent to a gamble and game.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Maester Daniel believed that Viserys was better than Prince Rhaegar.
He will try to complete self-salvation in difficult situations, never give up, and can always come up with some unexpected ideas.
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"Follow His Majesty's arrangements."
Naturally, the two envoys from Braavos had no objections to Viserys's arrangements.
After all, this is a secret conversation between the little Targaryen king and their Lord Neptune. They are just the messengers in the middle, and everything is done to serve the overall situation.
Then Viserys waved his hand slightly, and a guard led two envoys to retreat first, and arranged a temporary rest in the castle. They still needed to discuss this matter.
After the two envoys exited, Sir Jeffrey, who was sitting on the chair next to the throne, also read the entire letter written by Neptune.
Like Viserys just now, the old man also fell into deep thought.
However, the old knight was silent for a long time, raised his head slightly, and was about to open his mouth to say something, but stopped and glanced at Viserys.
The little king had experienced too many human experiences and his eyelashes were empty, so he naturally understood what the old man meant.
Then he waved his hand again to retreat the guards on the left and right.
soon.
Only two of them, the old and the young, were left in the entire hall, and then Viserys turned his head.
"Maybe I should make you a 'Hand of the King' medal."
"Lord Jeffrey."
The silver-haired boy wore a gold crown with ruby on his head. Under the slanting sunlight, the little figure was stretched to the height of a full-length adult. A pair of lavender eyes flashed with light as he spoke jokingly.
The old knight was about to say something but was interrupted by Viserys, with a wry smile on his face.
"A person like me does not have the talent and character to be the Prime Minister."