When Daenerys finished speaking, Jorah was the first to react. He stared at her in astonishment, stunned for a moment before protesting, "Your Majesty, Varys cannot be trusted. He has been spying on you all along, reporting everything to King's Landing. He was likely behind the assassination attempts against you."
Jorah then turned to Barristan, whose calm demeanor suggested he already knew this. *I'm the last to learn of such a major matter,* Jorah thought, *and the Queen didn't even discuss it with me.*
He couldn't help but miss the little girl who had always been so obedient to him, ever since their days on the grasslands.
"I know," Daenerys said, recalling Drogon's visions. "He was probably forced to do it."
Missandei and the others, unfamiliar with Varys, showed little reaction to his alleged betrayal.
"But he's cunning and treacherous, full of schemes—he's utterly untrustworthy," Jorah insisted, remembering Varys's past instructions.
Daenerys frowned, surprised by Jorah's strong opposition to Varys. Her concern wasn't about the accuracy of Drogon's visions, but rather a sudden, unsettling suspicion.
When Daenerys first escaped the House of the Undying, she had spoken of the three betrayals she had suffered. At the time, Jorah's expression had been peculiar, and Drogon's telepathic message had also suggested that Jorah was involved in something suspicious.
*Could Jorah be connected to Varys, the Master of Whispers?*
Seeing the suspicious look in Daenerys's eyes, Jorah felt an inexplicable panic. He swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips.
"Ser Jorah, while I have accepted his pledge of loyalty, I do not fully trust him," Daenerys said, suppressing her doubts.
After Daenerys spoke, Jorah could only remain silent, offering no further objection.
The Unsullied army, originally scheduled to depart today, was delayed because Drogon had not yet returned. As it was too late in the day, Daenerys announced that they would set sail for Yunkai at dawn.
Six of her own ships, along with over twenty contributed by the Good Masters of Astapor, totaled thirty vessels temporarily docked in Astapor.
Feeding over eight thousand Unsullied was a challenge. While Daenerys's fighters were skilled in battle, only Missandei had learned about military logistics and supply under the Good Masters. However, she alone could not manage the task. Daenerys had to select non-combat personnel from among the untrained Unsullied and the residents of Astapor.
It was at this moment that Daenerys truly felt the shortage of personnel. With fewer than ten thousand followers and not a single settled city to manage, she was already struggling to find suitable talent.
In Astapor, she had only appointed a scholar, a physician, and a priest to form a temporary council to manage the city. Considering the future challenges of governing the Seven Kingdoms, she knew it would be even more difficult.
The army of over eight thousand soldiers stretched for several kilometers, forming a winding, dragon-like procession when viewed from above.
Drogon followed the army for two days. When he was hungry, he would fly to the plains, which had become his personal super-buffet.
On the third day, he couldn't stay put any longer. He flew back to Westeros, this time intending to visit The Wall.
He packed his backpack, found paper and a pen, and filled it to the brim with honeyed dates and a honey-roasted duck for the little girl Shireen.
After more than three hours, he arrived at Dragonstone. Drogon spotted Shireen's window and swooped down.
Standing on the windowsill, he peered inside. Shireen wasn't there. Drogon decided to wait a while. If she didn't come soon, he would return from The Wall and try again.
Ten minutes later, just as Drogon was about to leave, the door suddenly swung open. Shireen entered carrying two books. After closing the door, she habitually glanced at the window, and a small shadow caught her eye through the glass.
Shireen blinked, her eyes not playing tricks on her. She hurried to the window and threw it open. Drogon was indeed squatting there, his backpack bulging, looking rather comical.
"Drogon! I missed you so much!" Shireen exclaimed, excitedly stroking his smooth back as she tried to pull him inside.
Before she could embrace him, Drogon flew into the room on his own. He landed on the table, removed his backpack, and pulled out a honey-roasted duck wrapped in oiled paper, placing it on the table.
"It smells so good!" Shireen couldn't help but swallow as she gazed at the golden-brown duck.
Dragonstone was resource-poor, Stannis had suffered a defeat, and they didn't even have money to repair the ships, let alone afford good food. Stannis himself ate poorly, so Shireen naturally didn't get to eat anything special.
Seeing Shireen's covetous expression, Drogon guessed her usual meals might not be very good, but he hadn't expected a single roasted duck to make even a princess like Shireen so eager.
He hastily unwrapped the oiled paper, urging Shireen to eat quickly. Without hesitation, she used both hands to tear off a duck leg and offered it to Drogon. Of course, Drogon didn't need the meat and shook his head, refusing the leg.
Knowing that Shireen wouldn't eat if he didn't, Drogon tore off a small piece from the duck's belly with his claws and popped it into his mouth.
The man and the dragon quickly devoured half the roasted duck, most of it disappearing into Shireen's tiny stomach, while Drogon only took a token bite.
Shireen didn't plan to eat the other half herself; she wanted to save it for Davos in the dungeon.
Seeing Shireen carefully wrap the remaining half of the roasted duck, Drogon knew she must be saving it for the Onion Knight.
He pulled a honey-date from his pouch, placed it on the table, and prepared to leave. Today's destination was The Wall, and he still had a long way to go. Before that, he had to make a detour to King's Landing.
"Drogon, where do you live? Can't you stay with me a little longer?" Shireen asked, clearly reluctant to see him go.
Drogon raised a wing and pointed southeast.
"You live in the Free Cities?" Shireen guessed, recalling from her books that the southeast of Dragonstone was roughly where the Free Cities lay.
When Drogon shook his head, she continued, "Further than the Free Cities... could it be the Dothraki Sea or the Land of the Long Summer?"
Drogon hadn't expected Shireen to know about the Land of the Long Summer. He had underestimated her.
Seeing that she still hadn't guessed correctly, Shireen furrowed her cute brow in thought and tried again, "Besides the island, there's Slaver's Bay, and beyond that is the Red Waste. Is it Slaver's Bay?"
Drogon grinned, revealing rows of small, sharp teeth, and nodded.
"I really guessed it!" Shireen was so happy she almost jumped up.
"But how did you get here from so far away? You're so small, it must have taken days to fly! And don't dragons grow quickly? We haven't seen each other for three days, and you don't look any bigger at all! Are you not eating enough?"
Remembering the roast duck from earlier, Shireen worried she might have eaten Drogon's share. She glanced at the half-roast duck wrapped in oiled paper. *Maybe I shouldn't eat any, so Drogon can grow faster?*
Drogon, surprised by how talkative this little girl was, was eager to leave and had no intention of using paper and pen to communicate. He flapped his wings to indicate that he could grow larger.
Shireen didn't understand his gesture and was about to ask when Drogon flew to the windowsill. Only then did she realize he must have something important to do today, otherwise he would have written to her like he did that other time.
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