Game of Thrones: Second Son of House Targaryen

Chapter 90: Braavos, See You Again

When Meris saw Viserys, she couldn't stop laughing, her blue eyes sparkling. "Hurry, get their luggage to the ship!" she called out.

Several servants with blue and white patterns sewn on their chests deftly carried the boxes belonging to Viserys and his sister. These servants didn't usually go to war and were basically the "porters" of the Sellswords. However, since they were close to the "front line," they were paid much more than ordinary porters. This time, the various mercenary groups came to Braavos not only to recruit or play, but also to buy supplies such as cloth and medicine.

"There are still some supplies left. We will set sail at noon. Do you want to go on board or wait a bit longer?" Meris asked.

"Wait a bit longer. There may be someone who wants to join the Windblown later, but if you don't like him, let him be my attendant."

"No problem!" Meris readily agreed, believing anyone who could serve as a follower for Viserys must be a capable fighter.

As the group chatted, Meris's eyes occasionally glanced at Dany's face, which aroused Viserys's vigilance. The scarred Meris looked like she had suffered misfortune. Viserys could sympathize with her, but if she were mentally disturbed and wanted to harm Dany, he would have to be cautious. Fortunately, after observing her for a long time, he saw no malice in Meris's eyes—only a look of affection, less maternal but more loving, like that of Lady Methys.

"Lord Viserys! Lord Viserys!" Viserys heard a few familiar shouts while the others were chatting. When he looked back, he saw Regis approaching, pulling his horse.

"Lord Viserys," Regis called out.

"Why are you here?" Viserys asked.

Regis, having come to Viserys, took a few deep breaths and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Lord, please let me be your squire!"

Meris looked at Regis, noting that while he was tall and appeared strong, she didn't know how skilled he was.

"Become my squire? I'm going to be a sellsword, not a noble lord. Go back," Viserys waved his hand dismissively, but Regis was determined.

Regis lifted his shirt to reveal his armor, showed his sword, and then patted his horse. "My Lord, I have exchanged all my money for weapons, armor, and a horse. I am willing to follow you."

Viserys remembered that Regis was almost obsessed with his fighting skills. Whenever he had a chance, Regis would ask him for advice. 'Is he reluctant to part with his coach?' Viserys wondered.

"Do you want to learn fighting skills from me? If that's all you want, there's no need to risk your life. Practicing on your own is better than anything else."

Although he was being criticized, Regis didn't blush and admitted directly, "Yes, my lord, but I think that only through blood and iron can true strength be forged. So please let me follow you!"

Viserys, too lazy to persuade him further, said directly, "I won't bother you, but since you're willing to follow me, I can give you some money to go back to Braavos when you're done."

Seeing that he had agreed, Regis happily said it was no problem.

"Lord, his horse..." Dick, who had not spoken much, pointed at Regis's horse. "There may not be much room on the ship."

Seeing that he had said this, Regis looked up at the crowd and shouted, "Who wants this war horse? It's free!"

"I want it! I want it!" several voices shouted.

Hearing that someone was giving away a horse for free, a group of people rushed over, eager to seize the opportunity. Perhaps sensing Viserys's cold gaze, the man who ended up taking Regis's horse removed all his rings as a gesture of respect.

Seeing that Viserys had accepted him, Regis stood behind him happily, appearing ready for his new role. Before long, it was noon, and the Windblown's cargo had been loaded. The ships at the docks were setting sail one after the other.

At first, Meris and Dick could still wait patiently, but as time went on, they grew impatient. The captain of the ship mentioned that the last few days were the best for sailing and that they were unlikely to encounter a storm. If they waited any longer, they might miss their chance to leave.

Viserys was puzzled, wondering where Jorah had gone. He had been spreading rumors about Robert for the past two days, so he should have been back by now. Just as everyone was growing restless, Jorah finally showed up with a noticeable bruise on his cheek.

"Prince Viserys, Daenerys."

"What happened to your face?" Viserys asked.

Jorah was about to explain, but Viserys interrupted him. "Let's get on the ship and talk as we walk."

Meris was relieved, and her opinion of Viserys improved a little. According to Jorah's description, he had run into some Stormlands nobility. The Stormlands were the base of Robert's power, and they were not happy to see someone slandering their king. Jorah was a good fighter, but he was no match for four men, so he suffered some minor injuries. However, this had achieved Viserys's goal.

Jorah knew that his chances of ever reaching the Iron Throne were over. As the group stood on the bow of the ship, they chatted while the ship slowly moved away from the harbor. Soon, a huge shadow fell over them as the ship passed under the "crotch" of the Titan of Braavos. Almost all travelers passing under the Titan's crotch would look up, even though there was nothing there.

The Long Canal that ran through the city, the blue Sealord's Palace, the white Temple of the Moonsingers, the red Temple of the Lord of Light, and the House of Black and White, hidden in the shadows, all came into view. As Braavos receded into the distance, Dany felt her nose tingle. She had lived in Braavos almost since she could remember. For Viserys, calling it his "second home" was just a polite phrase, but for Dany, Braavos was her real home. She had spent nearly ten years there.

However, Dany soon realized that the only place she could truly call home was with her brother. Sensing her emotions, Viserys placed his hand on her shoulder. As he watched the Titan of Braavos fade into the distance, he whispered to himself, "See you again, Braavos."