Chapter 652: Visiting Myr

The tranquil waves of the sea parted as a fleet, laden with crew and cargo, sailed serenely through the vast and gentle waters of the Myrish sea.

A woman with short black hair and long legs stood at the prow. The gentle sea breeze caressed her face, tousling her hair strands.

"Miss, we're nearing Myr," reported an Ironborn, drawing the dark-haired woman from her thoughts.

She looked up to see the silhouette of a city in the distance. Giving a slight nod of acknowledgment, she didn't say much but turned to head below deck.

This woman, clad in black leather armor with a curved blade at her waist, was none other than Asha Greyjoy, the "Kraken's Daughter," entrusted with a significant mission and commanding this expedition to Naath.

Asha's tight armor accentuated her slender figure. With a brisk pace, she descended into the ship's cabin.

Most of her chosen companions were Ironborn left by her father, while the rest were naval forces trained by the Master of Ships and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, Joffrey Bracken. They comprised the fleet of three main vessels and numerous escort ships.

Soon after, horns sounded over the sea. The Myrish fleet had spotted the royal navy. They flew the banner of House Targaryen, its three-headed dragon visible even from afar.

Yet the Myrish fleet didn't panic. Asha Greyjoy's visit had been pre-announced through a messenger from the Pentos governor, Bessie Joyce.

After departing King's Landing, Asha's fleet crossed the Narrow Sea to Pentos for repairs and carried a decree from Viserys. Bessie Joyce, the "Saint" and "Ironface," was an early Kingsguard for Viserys, now also holding the title of Lord Commander. He had long ceased his duties as a bodyguard and became a leading general.

Many believed his transformation resulted from severe burns he sustained while saving someone from a fire, which rendered him incapable of wielding a sword. Over time, he learned and grew to become a military leader.

However, little did they know, Bessie had fully recovered and was even stronger than before. He could defeat dozens of his guards with a wooden sword.

But Bessie's true potential remained a mystery even to him. He only knew that ever since the king infused a special dark energy into his forehead, his abilities had grown immensely. He felt clearer, more agile, and more powerful.

Bessie attributed all his fortunes to King Viserys. Without him, Bessie would have remained an ordinary shepherd boy.

Bessie had always been approached by various factions, hoping to turn him against his king. Some even offered high prices to buy a young dragon. However, his unwavering loyalty thwarted all their attempts.

That unwavering loyalty was what made Viserys trust Bessie to guard the rear.

"Welcome, esteemed envoys of the Empire, to Myr," greeted an elderly man with thinning hair, drenched in sweat, as the fleet displaying the Targaryen dragon banner docked at Myr's harbor. He hadn't waited long but was already anxious.

The city of Myr, once renowned for its craftsmanship and splendor, had been reborn after its devastating destruction.

However, the rebirth of Myr wasn't without its challenges. Valantis, Lys, and Tyrosh eyed the city greedily. They installed puppet governors claiming to be the rulers of Myr, but in reality, they served their home cities.

Asha Greyjoy had done her homework before arriving in Myr. Viserys had stressed the importance of her mission, and she was eager to prove herself.

In this age, she, as a woman, was as capable as any man.