The sunlight gradually faded.
Elin stood by the sea, quietly looking towards the palace.
The palace by the bay had nine tall towers, magnificent and elegant, with pale ivy climbing all over the towers and walls.
It was a gift from the Magisters of Pentos to Khal Drogo.
It was well known that the Dothraki were nomads, and their tribes were called Khalasars, with the leader of a Khalasar being a "Khal". Khal Drogo ruled the largest Khalasar, with over forty thousand warriors under his command.
But Elin was to be his enemy.
At the feast over ten days ago, Khal Drogo had taken a liking to Princess Daenerys Targaryen, and they were already engaged.
Elin didn't have much time left.
Fortunately, Khal Drogo returned to his Khalasar on the suburban grasslands afterward, leaving the palace for the Princess and others to stay in temporarily. Elin finally met Jorah Mormont.
A deep voice sounded from behind him, "What do you want with me?"
Elin turned around.
The middle-aged strong man in front of him was slightly bald, with dark skin, and his dark green outer garment was embroidered with a black bear standing on its hind legs.
It was indeed the exiled former Earl of Bear Island, Jorah Mormont.
"My Lord Earl, can you not see Viserion's foolish madness? Why would you willingly serve him?"
Jorah narrowed his eyes, "Be careful, Attendant, be careful with your words."
Elin knew he had to press on. "Following the mad Beggar King, or mingling among savage nomadic tribes, is this the rest of your life that you want?"
The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore with a "whoosh", providing a slight cover for this secret conversation.
"Or perhaps," Elin lowered his voice, "you still long to return to your homeland, and your current actions are only because of a promise from someone across the Narrow Sea?"
Jorah threateningly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, "What exactly do you mean!"
"The Spider is whispering. The promise you received comes from the Spider."
Elin could only hope that the Crown Prince's intelligence was not wrong. "The Spider will soon be consumed by wrath, his promise is worthless, what you need is forgiveness from the throne."
"My Lord Earl, do you want to return to Westeros or not?"
Jorah's mind was in turmoil, but he did indeed long to return to the past, "There isn't a day I don't miss Bear Island. You want my answer? I am very sure."
"Elin, who are you?"
Jorah thought of many possibilities, but then he heard Elin say, "His Highness the Crown Prince sent me to do something," how could that be?
The idea of a teenager?
However, Viserion had indeed boasted about Elin's past identity, the attendant forgotten by Prince Joffrey. It turned out it was all a disguise.
Jorah developed a strong curiosity about Prince Joffrey, whom he had never met.
Elin threw out his bargaining chip, "His Highness specifically mentioned you to me. As long as you are willing to assist me in completing my mission, those crimes are simply insignificant, and My Lord Earl can regain all your honor and status."
His father's face appeared before Jorah's eyes, and he showed a bitter smile.
"No, my honor will never return, and The North will not treat me as before. It would be good enough if I can just clear some of the stain on the Mormont name."
Elin waited quietly.
After a long while, Jorah spoke, "What does His Highness the Crown Prince want to do?"
Elin did not say directly, "Allow me to remind My Lord Earl, my loyalty to His Highness has never changed. If my mission fails, My Lord Earl's true identity will probably not be able to remain hidden any longer."
Jorah did not speak.
Elin then stated his mission.
Jorah turned to leave, "How can that be done!?"
"The wedding of the Princess and Khal Drogo is to be held in a week. He has over forty thousand warriors, the most powerful Khalasar, what can the two of us do?"
Elin blocked Jorah's path, "Don't you think it's a bit late to back out now? If you want to leave, fine, draw your sword and kill me first!"
Elin naturally understood the difficulty involved, but he had no way back.
"That brave knight who once won countless jousting tournaments is actually so cowardly?! Not even as good as a small attendant like me?"
Jorah sneered, "Do you think you can provoke me into going to my death with such a petty trick?"
Elin shook his head and said, "Once your identity as a Spider spy is exposed in Pentos, it's probably not much safer than this."
Jorah remained silent.
Elin quickly continued to persuade, "Besides, it's not just the two of us. I've been in Pentos for four months, so naturally I have friends who are willing to help."
Jorah didn't believe such words at all. They were nothing more than mercenaries, assassins, and other desperate outlaws who couldn't stand the light of day.
Elin saw Jorah's attitude.
"My Lord Earl might as well listen to my plan first."
"How can you say it's going to your death? For the completion of the mission, I naturally hope that we can both safely cross the Narrow Sea."
Jorah was very much looking forward to what brilliant plan this guy could come up with.
But after hearing it...
"Elin, if this isn't courting death, then perhaps only slitting your own throat on the spot counts."
To be honest, Jorah now somewhat admired this attendant's loyalty and courage.
He truly didn't value his own life.
"My lord Earl, I still remember who I am. Compared to suffering under the Beggar King for a lifetime, I would rather die in a glorious mission!"
Elin's face was full of determination.
The various hardships of the past few months had made his belief even purer. Storms, mockery, hunger, fighting, insults, doubt, beatings...
The only thing he could comfort himself with was the mission he carried.
Abandon the mission and wander in exile on Essos?
No.
He only wanted to return to the Red Keep, return to the people he knew, return to his own life.
He must capture the Beggar King and Daenerys!
"The power of the Magister of Pentos and the Khalasar is too great. It's impossible for just a few of us to confront them head-on. This is our only chance."
Elin seemed to already see the beautiful outcome after victory.
"Think about it, what a shocking scene that will be. Pentos will be awash in blood, and we will escort the Dragon Spawn back to King's Landing. Your Highness will surely like it."
"Not only will the Mormont family's name be cleared, but the Earl's stain will also be completely washed away, even more glorious than before!"
Jorah was rationally a bit pessimistic. "I hope we can all live to see that day."
The two returned to the palace one after another.
Viserion was already drunk and had gone to play with the maid in bed. Daenerys sat alone in the courtyard, admiring the moon.
"Princess Your Highness." Elin respectfully walked behind her.
Daenerys was feeling a bit homesick.
The kind Ser Willem, the manor with the red painted door, the lemon tree outside the window, her brother who told her stories of her father and mother and the Seven Kingdoms – that was her lost childhood.
She could never go back. There was only the Dothraki grass sea and the Seven Kingdoms that Viserion longed for.
She preferred to go to the homeland that only existed in words and imagination. A place with rolling green hills, flowers blooming in the plains, and deep rivers rushing by.
"Where is Ser Jorah? Please ask him to come and tell some stories of home."
Elin bowed and said, "Ser Jorah has likely already fallen asleep. If the Princess wishes to learn about your kingdom, Elin also knows some stories of King's Landing and the Westerlands."
"I believe you will like them."
Princess Daenerys glanced at him and reluctantly nodded.
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