Chapter 238: A Special Arrangement

At this moment, Viserys, having finished reading the handwritten letter from Prince Doran, stood alone in the palace garden, deep in thought. Arianne had already left, and the servants passing by did not dare to disturb his contemplation.

In his letter, Prince Doran explained that he had informed Viserys of the proposed royal marriage to prevent any misunderstandings from arising due to certain rumors. The Martell family indeed had no reason to refuse the royal proposal. Viserys was not yet ready to cross the Narrow Sea to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, and Dorne could not afford to fall out with the Iron Throne and bear the brunt of Robert's wrath.

Dorne's current stance of indecision was the best choice, as it could withstand the pressure from King's Landing. If Dorne were to sever ties with the Targaryens and pledge allegiance to the Iron Throne, it would only arouse suspicion.

Viserys could understand Prince Doran's choice, but that did not mean he could accept it. If Dorne chose to betray him when he landed in Westeros in the future, the cost would be too great for Viserys to bear...

The setting sun cast long shadows, and the silver-haired young man's features were soft and three-dimensional, his pale purple eyes always shimmering with a calm light. A breeze blew, causing his silver hair to slide over his nose and obstruct his vision. Viserys slowly came back to his senses.

Prince Doran's letter, besides its explicit meaning, also contained many subtle hints. He believed that a smart person like Viserys should be able to understand them. Prince Doran was never a person to be taken lightly, and although they were thousands of miles apart, Viserys felt as if he could see the man's silhouette in this simple piece of paper.

"Never mind."

Viserys then relaxed his brows and stopped thinking about it. It was still too early to worry about this matter. Although he had been in this world for many years, his worldview had not changed too drastically, and in some ways, Viserys still held onto his old ideas.

Viserys did not ponder further on this matter and returned to his bedroom. This magnificent palace was much better than the castle he had in Andalos.

The palace was vast, located on a hill in the city of Pentos. From here, one could see the sea and the entire city-state. The courtyard was clean and tidy, with carved beams and painted pillars, and even exquisite reliefs on the walls, recording the history of the people of Pentos.

Viserys planned to move the administrative center of House Targaryen to Pentos in the future. Pentos had a strong economic and war potential and could serve as the engine for the kingdom. He intended to designate this palace as the royal castle in this prosperous city-state.

However, he had not yet thought of a name for it. This place had never had a name before. Viserys wanted to give it a name that was not inferior to the Red Keep, as simple and concise as possible, yet grand and imposing.

"Dragon Keep..."

"Or Dragon... Palace?"

At this point, Viserys suddenly felt at a loss for words and couldn't help but scratch his head. He then placed Prince Doran's letter under a book on his bedroom desk and called out to the door.

"Come in."

"Your Majesty."

The guard outside the door immediately entered upon hearing Viserys's call.

"Go find Ramsay."

Viserys pulled out a piece of paper and sat at the desk, writing something. It looked like a draft, and he spoke without looking up

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard, hearing Viserys's command, nodded and slowly closed the door to find the mysterious 'Head of Internal Affairs'.

Ramsay, who had suddenly arrived in Andalos with a letter from his father, Lord Bolton, was secretly assigned a special position. Even the guards closest to Viserys knew little about Ramsay. He was always busy with mysterious tasks, and whenever there was a dirty job, Viserys would think of him first.

Ramsay didn't mind getting his hands dirty and even took pride in it. In his view, the dirtier his hands, the more important he was to Viserys, and the more power he would hold.

Viserys's personal guard went to find Ramsay, heading straight for the kennels within the palace. This was a piece of territory Ramsay had requested from Viserys, an underground prison not far from the cells holding Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane and the tavern maid from before.

Viserys had killed the Faceless Man who had disguised himself as a beggar prince, while the tavern maid was handed over to Ramsay for interrogation. However, Viserys later heard from his spies in the Internal Affairs department that some unpleasant things had happened.

Apparently, Ramsay had not controlled himself during the interrogation and had used some special punishments on the tavern maid. When Viserys heard this, he frowned, somewhat displeased, but he didn't say much since she was an assassin who had tried to kill him. The next morning, she was to be executed as a warning to the remaining Faceless Men in Pentos.

After that, Ramsay seemed to realize Viserys's displeasure and became much more cautious, not daring to show his face in front of Viserys unless necessary. Until now, when Viserys sought him out again.

Ramsay was found by the guard in the underground kennels and quickly rushed to Viserys's bedroom.

"Your Majesty."

Upon seeing Viserys, Ramsay kneeled on both knees, like a dog wagging its tail. Among all the forces surrounding House Targaryen, no one else would show such a grand gesture to Viserys.

Although it didn't seem to matter on the surface, others expressed their disdain for this mysterious bastard from the North who always lurked in the shadows. Ramsay's subordinates brought him this news, but he turned a deaf ear and continued to do as he pleased.

"Are you here?"

Hearing Ramsay's voice, Viserys finally put down his pen and looked up, speaking calmly. He then handed the piece of paper in his hand to Ramsay.

"Read it and burn it."

Ramsay got up from the ground and took the piece of paper from Viserys, glanced at it, and was slightly taken aback.

"Hmm?"

He then looked up at Viserys incredulously.