Essos, Quells.

Daenerys Targaryen, dressed in a blue silk robe, half-reclined on a rocking chair on the balcony, watched boredly as the three dragons in the courtyard competed for food.

She didn't have to look to know that it was Sir Jorah Mormont.

"My Queen." Ser Jorah walked in, the black bear coat of arms of the Mormont family sewn into his chest, "We must get out of Quells as soon as possible, it's getting more and more dangerous here." ”

Yes. Daenerys knows that she has become less and less welcome in the city since her dragon burned down the wizard's Hall of Immortality.

Seemingly overnight, the people of Quells remembered the danger of the dragon and began to call for her expulsion.

Some even clamored for her to be put to death.

"But where else can we go?" Daenerys muttered. I couldn't help but think of the man I saw in the fire of the Hall of Immortality.

The man with a white dragon.

"Any friendly place." "A place where you can wait for your dragon to grow in peace." When they're grown, you'll be able to return to Westeros and take back everything you're right. ”

Everything that belongs to me. Daenerys thought to herself, a little confused, that she had never been to Westeros or seen the iron chair of King's Landing at the Red Keep, but suddenly those things had become hers.

Even if she has almost nothing now.

"If you wish, I can take you to the docks and see if any kind captain is willing to take us away." Sir Jorah proposed.

"Okay." Daenerys got up, told the maid to take care of her three dragons, and followed Ser Jorah out the door.

They went out, leaving the marble palace behind, and walked through the slums of the city to the docks.

Quells is one of the largest ports in the world, and under the huge canopy, it is bustling with people, and the streets are lined with taverns, warehouses and casinos, filled with merchants, hard laborers, slaves, thieves and hooligans.

The air smelled of spices, sweat, and blood and tears.

"Your Majesty, someone is following us." Sir Jorah reminded in a whisper.

"Who?" Daenerys was slightly startled and subconsciously wanted to turn back, but was stopped by the knight.

"Don't look back." Sir Jorah picked up a bronze mirror from the stall in front of him and held it high to reflect the scene behind him, "Look, it's an old man with a white beard and a fat man. ”

The peddler thought that the two were going to buy their own things, so they hurriedly began to brag.

"You know them?" Daenerys asked in a whisper while pretending to haggle with the vendor.

"I don't know. The old man with the white beard is supposed to be from Westeros, and he looks familiar, most likely sent by the Raiders to assassinate you. ”

Daenerys pursed her lips, for as long as she could remember, she had been constantly evading the killers sent by the Reapers, the endless pursuit, the endless escape.

She's had enough.

"If there were only two of them, they would be able to deal with it, right?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes. Just don't be here. Sir Jorah said, "It's a mess here......"

Before he could finish speaking, a Quells man knelt down in front of Daenerys and presented a jewel box in his hand:

"Mother of Dragons, a gift from the royal family."

"You're so polite." Daenerys subconsciously took it, and since coming to Quells, she has already accepted many similar gifts.

But she suspected that this would be the last, and that the Quells were tired of her and her dragons.

The gift is a delicate wooden box with an emerald top lid inlaid with jasper. Daenerys opens it, revealing a sparkling green beetle inside.

It's beautiful. She thought to herself, reaching into the box.

"I'm sorry." The Quells who knelt in front of him said softly.

She barely heard.

The green beetle screamed and spread out.

Daenerys caught a glimpse of a vicious black face with a crooked tail dripping with venom......

But at this moment, a cane stabbed like lightning and hit the wooden box.

The wooden box flipped out of her hand, shattering into pieces in the air.

Daenerys let out an exclamation, and the vendor screamed, and in an instant, everyone on the dock began to scream.

The crowd stirred, pushed, and messed up.

The white-bearded old man who was following her came to her at some point, smashed the wooden box with his cane, and ran it the ground.

"I'm sorry, Her Majesty." The old man knelt down on one knee, "It's dead." Didn't hurt you, did it? ”

"Nope." Daenerys hadn't recovered yet, her eyes glazed over.

"It was urgent,...... old man," said the old man, when Sir Jorah sprang upon him and put his dagger at his throat.

"Let him go." Daenerys came back to her senses and hurriedly dissuaded, "He saved me just now, look under his crutches." The assassin was the Quells. ”

She turned her head to look around, but she couldn't find the Quells man who had given her the gift just now.

When Sir Jorah saw the manticore, crushed to death under the cane, he let go of the old man, but remained vigilant:

"Who are you? Why track us? ”

"We have been entrusted by Illyrio, the governor of Pantos, to find the Mother of Dragons." The old man picked up his crutches and pointed at himself, and then at the fat man who came by, "My name is Astan, and he is Beworth." ”

"Lies!" A clear voice suddenly sounded.

Daenerys followed the prestige and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy squeezing through the crowd and approaching, he was slightly dark-skinned, thin, and had a double-headed eagle coat of arms on his chest.

"What lie are you talking about?" Daenerys asked.

"I said the old man with the white beard was lying." "His real name isn't Astan. ”

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man didn't refute it, but his face was a little ashamed, and it seemed that he had really been exposed by the young man for his lie.

Sir Jorah snorted softly, "Your Majesty, these strangers have bad intentions, please stay away from them." ”

Daenerys did not leave, but looked at the boy and asked:

"Who are you?"

"I am Caesar the Storm King's knight, Kathu Huya."

"The last Storm King died three hundred years ago." Sir Jorah said, "You are a liar too. Your Majesty, let's go, and leave them alone. ”

Hearing Caesar's name, Daenerys' eyes lit up.

Isn't that exactly what she's heard in the Wizard's Hall of Immortality?

Thinking of the picture she saw in the flames, Daenerys hurriedly asked:

"Does your Storm King have dragons?"

"Absolutely." Kathu puffed out his chest proudly, "Your Majesty Caesar has a white dragon. ”

Sure enough, it was him! Daenerys was even more convinced.

But Sir Jorah was full of doubts:

"Your king has dragons too?"

He's right. Caesar did have a dragon, a white dragon. The white-bearded old man said.

Daenerys looked at the old man, "Although you saved my life just now, shouldn't you tell your true identity?" ”

The white-bearded old man sighed and said:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I did lie just now, my real name is Barristan Selmy."

"You're the captain of the Kingsguard!" Sir Jorah exclaimed, and at last he understood why the old man looked so familiar.

It's just that he is accustomed to seeing Barristan in white armor and majestic appearance, but now he looks like a wandering old man, he didn't recognize it for a while.

"Not anymore." Sir Barristan sighed, "If the Iron Throne sits the Lannisters' seed, I have refused to continue to serve them." ”

"But you worked for the Reapers." Sir Jorah said.

"I also fought alongside Prince Rhaegar Targaryen." "Of course, I don't deny that I have been loyal to Robert Baratheon, and that this is a stain on my life. But now, I have come to my senses to find a queen who is truly worthy of allegiance. ”

As he spoke, Barristan knelt down on one knee in front of Daenerys: "The only legitimate heir to the Iron Throne, the queen of House Targaryen, the last true dragon bloodline in the world, are you willing to accept the allegiance of Barristan Selmy?" ”

"He served the Reeler." Sir Jorah reminded that he apparently did not want the Queen to accept the old knight's allegiance.

"You are not the last true dragon blood in the world." Sir Kathu retorted.

"I accept your allegiance." Daenerys lifted Ser Barristan to his feet, then turned to Sir Kathu and asked, "Is your master also a Targaryen?" ”

"Caesar is a black fire." Sir Barristan said, "If there is any blood in the Targaryens, I will know about it." ”

"His Majesty Caesar has dragons." Sir Kathu said.

"Yes, he has dragons." Daenerys smiled, "Will he support me in reclaiming the Iron Throne?" ”

"Your Majesty is fighting the Raiders in Westeros." Sir Kathu did not answer directly, "He even killed a puppet king with his own hands, and you can ask Sir Barristan about this." ”

"That's right." Sir Barristan nodded in acknowledgement, "Caesar did kill the puppet king Joffrey. But he's not doing it for you. ”

Daenerys was stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses: "You mean, Caesar also wants to sit on the Iron Throne?" ”

Sir Barristan said, "Caesar has become king, do you not see his ambition?" ”

Ser Jorah reminded, "Your Majesty, there is only one king on the Iron Throne. ”

Daenerys frowned and asked Kathu:

"Tell me, does Caesar also want to sit on the Iron Throne?"

"It's better for you to ask Your Majesty this question in person." Sir Kathu politely said, "He will be waiting for you in Astapor." ”

"Astapo in Slave Bay?"

"Yes. His Majesty Caesar is looking forward to meeting you there, and has prepared a special gift. ”

Daenerys hesitated.

Sir Barristan spoke:

"Your Majesty, the Governor of Illyrio has sent us to pick you up to Pantos, where he has prepared money and troops for you, and he will give you his full support to return to Westeros and reclaim the Iron Throne."

"Really?" Sir Kathu scoffed, "How do I remember that it was the Governor of Illyrio who sold the Mother of Dragons to the Dothrakis. ”

"It's not for sale, it's for marrying the Mother of Dragons to the king of horses in Dothraki." Sir Barristan argued.

"Alright." Daenerys stopped the two from arguing and decided, "I'll go to Astapor to meet Caesar first." ”

"Your Majesty......" Sir Barristan and Sir Jorah were ready to dissuade.

But Daenerys was determined: "I'm going to see Caesar." And his dragons. ”

"You'll see." Sir Kathu smiled brightly.