Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 35 The wind blows

The acute gastrointestinal disease came on like a gust of wind, and it took only one night to knock down the old man who had run the country for King Robert for many years.

Maester Comon from the Eyrie was the first doctor to diagnose the old Prime Minister. He suspected that the Prime Minister was poisoned and said that the old Prime Minister suffered from stomach problems and often added ice cubes to wine, which affected the old Prime Minister's stomach. He asked Lord Arryn to drink bowel cleansing agent and pepper solution, intending to make him vomit out the toxins.

But Lord Jon's condition continued to worsen. He had a severe fever and could not speak clearly.

The people in the Prime Minister's Tower went to ask for Grand Maester Paixil overnight, but after the Grand Maester checked, he only brought sad news. The Grand Maester said that he was powerless and that the Prime Minister had no hope of recovery. He should be given poppy milk when he was dying so that he would no longer suffer.

Lady Lysa didn't believe this and tried to stop them for a long time. She desperately begged the Grand Maester to save her husband, and later even sternly asked them why they didn't save her husband.

The old Prime Minister called out the name "Robert" many times in his last stages of dying with a high fever. People wanted Robert Arryn to accompany his father, but Lady Lysa did not allow the child to enter the ward for fear that he would be infected with the disease.

The one who stayed with the old Hand at the last moment was King Robert. King Robert rushed over upon hearing the news and sat by the bed for a long time, talking to Lord Jon about the good old days, hoping to boost the old Hand's spirits. But the sudden illness was like a raging fire, and the king could only watch Lord Jon being burned to death by it.

When Grand Maester Paxil proposed for the second time to feed the old Prime Minister with milk of the poppy so that he would no longer suffer, no one objected.

Before closing his eyes, the old prime minister tried desperately to say something. He said "the caste is strong", but his words were unclear due to fever and it was difficult to make out his meaning.

The old prime minister did not survive the next morning.

The only consolation was that the Hand had calmed down after drinking the milk of the poppy, and Grand Maester Pythias assured the King that he had died peacefully.

The old prime minister's funeral was held grandly in the Cathedral of Beile. From the king to everyone else, everyone was saddened by the old prime minister's sudden death.

The funeral was held by the king - on the day after the old Prime Minister's death, Lady Lysa and her son Robert Arryn left King's Landing without notifying anyone and returned to the Vale.

All the king's ministers and nobles came to attend the grand funeral - except for the king's sea marshal, Duke Stannis Baratheon, who disappeared on the night the old Prime Minister fell ill, and did not attend the king's personal meeting the next day. The king could not find him, nor did he want to look for him.

No one cares about these two insignificant things.

But when everyone was looking forward to who the new prime minister would be appointed by the king, the king gave everyone a surprise. The king announced his itinerary. He would go north to the North to visit Winterfell.

When the news reached Illyrio across the narrow sea, the fat governor was so shocked that he almost dropped his cup. He was caught off guard. The situation in the Seven Kingdoms was changing so drastically, and the old Prime Minister suddenly died. He was not mentally prepared.

Varys' letter said that there were other reasons for all this conspiracy, and even he couldn't find out who secretly attacked the old Prime Minister. He just heard the news and tried to stop it but failed. He had several suspects, but it was meaningless to tell Illyrio in the letter.

Everything has already happened, and they should make the best of it. Varys believes that this happened suddenly, and the Beggar King and the forces behind him should be caught off guard. Illyrio must seize the opportunity to find out the details of the Beggar King - knowing only the Beggar King's one-way communication method is far from enough.

The sudden death of the old prime minister was unexpected, and King Robert's decision to go north was also something no one could have expected. The more complicated the situation is, the more we must stay calm, do our own thing, and wait for the wind to rise.

Illyrio burned the letter without reading it a second time.

Illyrio frowned and pondered. While digesting the information, he wondered how the Griffins would react if the information was passed on to them, and how the Beggar King would react if the information was passed on to him.
Pentos' news to Westeros is usually delayed. For example, now, Illyrio's source of news arrived in Pentos a few days or even a week earlier than the rumor actually arrived.

At this moment, the discussion at the port of Pentos was still about the fact that Loras Tyrell, the "Knight of Flowers" of the Tyrell family, defeated the "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister and won the championship in the tourney on Prince Joffrey's name day.

Loras is a new and prominent figure in Westeros among the sailors on merchant ships traveling to and from the Seven Kingdoms. His youthful bravery and handsome appearance have been spread by these sailors and are widely known in the port of Pentos.

Coincidentally.

Viserys learned of the death of old Prime Minister Jon Arryn on the same day as Lord Stark in the North, even a little earlier than him.

"I received shocking news today, Your Majesty. I did not want to disturb you in the middle of the night." Illyrio informed Viserys of the news the day before the first group of sailors who were expected to know about the changes in the Seven Kingdoms arrived. The Fat Governor came in person and drove Viserys's personal maid Arnie out of the room. He said, "Jon Arryn has passed away."

"Who?" Viserys looked exaggeratedly surprised, as if he had not heard clearly.

Illyrio's expression was solemn. "Jon Arryn. Hand of the Usurper King, Jon Arryn, Hand of the Seven Kingdoms."

Viserys's face exploded with an excited and exaggerated smile: "Jon Arryn? He's dead?!" He seemed to be incredulous about the sudden happiness and confirmed with Illyrio, "Is this news true?"

"My men told me that when they heard the news in King's Landing, they immediately drove the empty ships back to Pentos with only ballast stones in their cargo." Illyrio came prepared. He presented a roll of paper with a sloppy handwriting in the common language of the Seven Kingdoms. "This is their excerpt from the obituary, your majesty."

Viserys took the letter with shaking hands. He read it over and over again, his fingers soaking the paper with sweat. "Where are they, your servant, Illyrio?"

Illyrio answered: "I had them rest at the harbor, and did not send them here."

Viserys' breath quickened. "Reward them. Reward them handsomely!"

"Your Majesty, I gave them gold as agreed upon reward. What else do you think you will give them?"

Viserys looked around him. "I have nothing, Illyrio. Give them double their wages each. Keep it on me, along with the dragon bones. I will return it to you someday."

"Yes, sire," Illyrio agreed. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Illyrio, I told you I was waiting for the right time. Now the time has come," Viserys said excitedly. "I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The gods are truly enlightened!"

Illyrio asked eagerly, "What can I do for you, Lord?"

"What?" This question made Viserys pause. He slightly suppressed his smug look and asked seriously and anxiously, "Is there a rumor spreading in the Seven Kingdoms, Illyrio?"

"What rumors?" Illyrio asked.

"Hmm? That's what I told you." Viserys said seriously.

"Well, I'm afraid there are no such rumors," Illyrio replied. "Perhaps news from the Seven Kingdoms has not yet reached us. We are separated by the Narrow Sea, my Lord."

"Tell your men in the Seven Kingdoms to look out for this, Illyrio," Viserys said. "It is of great importance." "Yes, my Lord."

Viserys thought for a moment, then asked, "Has anyone asked about the dragon bone pendant I asked you to sell?"

"Yes, I have." Illyrio seemed to be embarrassed to speak.

"Oh?" Viserys asked, looking concerned.

"A collector thought the blackened silver chain on the pendant was some kind of exotic material, and when he inquired about it, he accused us of profiteering, your grace." Illyrio answered calmly.

"..." Viserys was at a loss for words. "Besides that?"

"Nothing more than that, Your Majesty."

".All right." Viserys looked a little uncomfortable. "If anyone asks about it again, be sure to let me know as soon as possible."

"Yes." Illyrio looked as if he would not refuse any of Viserys's orders.

Viserys was suddenly silent, staring at Illyrio as if he was thinking about something.

Illyrio waited quietly.

Finally, Viserys spoke. "Besides that, provide me with a ship."

Illyrio asked with concern, "What is your plan, Your Majesty?"

Viserys did not respond to the Fat Governor's question. He looked at the Fat Governor with an unprecedented serious expression and said, "Gods above, let me ask you, Illyrio. I am just a king with nothing now. If I ask you to perform the duties of the Chancellor of the Exchequer now, are you willing?"

Illyrio was excited. "It is an honor for me that your majesty trusts me and commands me."

"Good. I was not wrong about you." Viserys' eyes were filled with tears. He gave Illyrio a new name. He said, "My Lord Chancellor."

Illyrio accepted the title with joy. "What do you want me to do for you, my Lord?"

Viserys sniffed, as if trying to control his emotions. He took a moment to calm down before saying, "Before that, I must tell you something, my Lord Chancellor. You asked me before where my army would come from when the time came. Now I tell you that I have made plans with a lord of a territory within the Seven Kingdoms. He will send an army to help me restore my kingdom. I'm sorry, I can't tell you who he is without their consent. But rest assured, we have planned everything."

"Hiss!" Illyrio's shock was evident in his words. "Your Majesty, I am deeply shocked that you would tell me such an important thing."

"My Lord Chancellor." Viserys put his hand on his Lord Chancellor's shoulder, signaling him to calm down. "I tell you this to reassure you and to give you more confidence when you do things for me."

Illyrio was flattered. "What do you want from me, Lord?"

"My Lord Chancellor," Viserys demanded. "I want you to go north to Braavos and seek a loan from the Iron Bank in my name, King Viserys III. Go to Braavos, Norvos, and Qohor, and ask for money from your trusted bankers and merchants."

"If it is money, sir, Illyrio has a small fortune," he said.

Viserys had a reply ready. "No. Even if you are my treasurer, a king should not squander his subjects' wealth. Besides, this is not all about the money. If they want to lend it, that's best. But if they don't, that's fine."

Illyrio was puzzled. "This?"

"Your real purpose was to quietly spread that rumor when you asked for money. Remember? 'Three Crown Princes'."

Illyrio was finally shocked. "Your Majesty, is this too radical?"

"It is called, my Lord Chancellor, 'A new song for the Seven Kingdoms, sung both within and without the kingdoms,'" Viserys said. "Do you understand?"

[But what if there is no noise in the country? What if there is no chaos? Wouldn’t we outside the country become clowns and targets? ]

Illyrio suspected, no, he was sure. The Beggar King beside him did not realize how sudden and unexpected the death of the old Prime Minister was. The Beggar King mistakenly thought that this was a normal time and did not even think about informing the Dornish people. He began to act according to the plan they had drawn up at some point.

The execution is good enough, but the brain seems to be a little
"Your Majesty, should we first inform the feudal lord you mentioned?"

Viserys scowled. "You don't want to?"

"Of course I am." Illyrio smiled. "By the way, Your Majesty, you mentioned that I should arrange a ship for you."

"Yes. Yes. Get me a ship," Viserys said. "And while you go north, I will go south. To Myr, to Tyrosh, to Lys, to the governors, the great lords, the merchants, to borrow money. Of course, the money will be fake. I will go to spread the rumor in secret."

Illyrio was at a loss for words. He asked in amusement, "What about Pentos, sire?"

Viserys said: "This is where your home is. If the Usurper's men come here, it will be bad to be exposed. It will bring danger to you."

[You are a very nice person.] Illyrio almost wanted to laugh. [How can I complete this wonderful-sounding plan in another city 'in secret' without exposing myself?]

While Illyrio was speechless, the Beggar King envisioned success. "We will meet in Volantis, my Lord Chancellor. We."

He hinted that when they reached Volantis, the prince who supported him would also appear.

The fat governor opened his mouth, but felt that he should not offend the beggar king when he was in high spirits, since he had just gained his trust. So he said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)