Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 67: Changes in the Tower
Ten minutes ago, Daenerys stood on the terrace on the top floor of the palace, holding the railing tightly with both hands, looking at the Dothraki people sharpening their knives below, a trace of worry appeared on her face.

"I only brought twenty people with me, Sun and Star. Will there be any danger?"

Doreah came closer and soothed him softly, "Khaleesi, Khal Rhahalo is the bravest warrior on the Grass Sea. He has never failed. He can even slay legendary sea monsters. No one can hurt him!"

Jhiqui smoothed Daenerys's windblown hair and nodded in agreement, "Doreah is right, Khaleesi. Your worries are unnecessary."

Before he could finish his words, there was a rapid knock on the door. Irri opened the door and Ser Jorah Mormont walked in with a serious look on his face.

"Khaleesi, this place is no longer safe. Please follow me to a safer place."

Viserys followed in, a barely perceptible malice flickering in his eyes.

He was afraid of Laharo and wished he would die soon.

Daenerys turned her head and said firmly, "I will not leave here until he brings back any news."

After hearing this, Viserys sneered and said sarcastically, "Sister, why are you always so naive? It's very dangerous here. We must leave immediately!"

Jorah avoided Daenerys's gaze and lowered his head.

"Khaleesi, I have received orders from Khal Rhahalo. He has entrusted me to bring you back to our khalasar across the sea of ​​grass."

When Daenerys heard Rhaelor's name, she didn't doubt it and said, "Well, let's go."

Several people walked in the empty corridor, their feet stepping on the soft Qohor wool carpet without making a sound.

Daenerys couldn't help but look back at the terrace that was gradually moving away, and sighed softly.

Are you leaving again?

She spent her entire childhood on the run, never living in one place for more than a few months.

The red-doored mansion in Braavos was the only place she felt like home. There was a lemon tree in the yard outside the window. She would stare at it every day, imagining a peaceful and tranquil life.

The loyal Ser William Darry died of illness soon after he led them away from Dragonstone. His servants seized his property and drove the two siblings out of the red door.

At first, the nobles of the Free State were able to accept the Targaryen siblings, but as the hope of restoring the country became increasingly slim, they suffered more and more cold words and insults, and finally forced Viserys to sell his mother's crown to make a living.

It was then that Viserys, who had always taken good care of her, became full of resentment and took out all his hatred for losing the throne on her.

Now, she finally had her own palace in Pentos, with nine-story towers, a large lawn and beautiful fountains. It had only been less than two months, and she was going to leave again?

Daenerys came back to her senses from her memories and suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the front and back of the corridor.

Balbo and Zako each led more than a dozen Dothraki warriors, blocking both ends of the corridor and surrounding them.

Jorah frowned and asked sternly, "Balbo, what do you mean?"

A sinister smile appeared on Balbo's lips, and the bells in his beard jingled.

"Khaleesi cannot leave here. This is the khal's order."

"Indeed, the Kaa instructed us before he left to be alert to any strange behavior from anyone, especially you, Jorah of Andari!"

Zako said, his right hand already on the hilt of the knife.

Jorah was nearing middle age, with a prominent fringe, but he was a burly man, standing in front of Daenerys like a mountain, not giving in at all. He glared at Balboa, his face flushed, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword, and his voice unconsciously rose three points.

"You are slandering me! I have sworn allegiance to the Targaryen family and utter loyalty to Khaleesi!"

The sound of unsheathed scimitars suddenly rang out behind Balbo. He sneered, "Before Kao left, he specifically told us to be especially wary of you, because you're the Iron Chair's spy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked at Jorah in surprise. The corridor suddenly became silent, and even Viserys's face changed suddenly!
Daenerys's voice trembled. "Ser Jorah, is what they say true?"

Compared to the people of Westeros, the Dothraki are more reliable and never lie.

However, although she completely trusted Laharo's judgment, at this moment, facing the person who had always been loyal to protect her, she still wanted to hear Jorah's answer with her own ears.

Jorah's face was pale, he lowered his head, and his wrinkled face was full of pain.

He tried to defend himself, but couldn't utter a word.

The facts are the facts. He had contacted Illyrio privately and planned to take Daenerys away in the chaos because he believed that Rhaelor would be defeated.

He was indeed a spy sent by Varys the Octopus to monitor the Targaryen siblings for the Iron Throne.

Many nights in the past, he dreamed of returning to Westeros, returning to Bear Island, looking forward to the day when the king would pardon him and allow him to regain his glory.

But he also secretly vowed that he was willing to contribute all his strength to protect Daenerys' safety, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

He was very conflicted and felt very guilty, but he couldn't express these thoughts at all, and no one would believe him if he did.

This secret was like a heavy burden weighing on his heart, making him unable to sleep or eat.

At this moment, Zako coldly revealed his scars.

"Andari Jorah, you sold your soul to return to your homeland, becoming a lackey of the Iron Chair, secretly monitoring Khaleesi's every move! Your contacts are Varys and Illyrio!"

Daenerys suddenly felt dizzy and swayed, and Irri had to hold her steady.

She took a deep breath and asked again, "Ser Jorah, is this true?"

Jorah gritted his teeth and didn't refute a word, which was considered as tacit agreement to Zako's accusation.

At this moment, Viserys pointed at Jorah, his face twisted, and roared: "Jorah! You damned traitor, how dare you wake the sleeping dragon!
Balbo! Zaco! What are you still standing there for? Execute him immediately! "

The warriors turned a deaf ear to Viserys's impotent rage. Balboa didn't even look at him, but explained to Daenerys:

"The khal only ordered us to protect the khaleesi, but he did not tell us what to do with this Andari. Until we receive orders, we will not know what to do."

Daenerys stopped talking and didn't even look at Jorah. She raised her chin and turned back to the room.

When Jorah's secret was revealed, he showed a hint of relief. He had lost everything, so it would be good to die in battle and put an end to it all.

Thinking of this, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the nearest Dothraki warrior.

However, just as his sword reached mid-air, five or six long whips wrapped around his limbs like poisonous snakes, holding him firmly in control.

Jorah was once on par with Jaime Lannister in the tournament, but facing the whip, his martial arts skills were useless. He was kicked over by Zacko and tied up like a dumpling.

(End of this chapter)