Daenerys was not concerned about Eddard's two daughters. She was wondering if Cersei would send troops to attack the Eyrie if they did not hand over the people. In that case, she would have another ally to choose from.
"Lord Tyrion?" Daenerys said, and when she didn't hear his reply, she realized that Tyrion was distracted.
"Ah? Your Majesty, what did you just say?" Tyrion really didn't hear anything clearly.
Daenerys didn't know what Tyrion was thinking just now, so she could only repeat what he said.
The last time Tyrion and Daenerys mentioned the Eyrie, they also said that Catelyn's sister Lysa would not send troops to rescue Riverrun.
Unexpectedly, Lysa died within a few days, and even Littlefinger died in the Eyrie. Sansa and her sister Arya were in danger of being handed over.
He didn't know what had happened in the Eyrie. Lysa, the person in charge, was dead, and the young Robin certainly couldn't make complete decisions on the affairs of the Eyrie. He couldn't say whether Sansa and her sister would be handed over.
So I could only tell the truth: "Your Majesty, I don't know what happened to the Eyrie, and I can't be sure whether Sansa and the others will be handed over."
Daenerys was a little disappointed that she didn't get an answer from Tyrion. She rolled her eyes to her shoulder and didn't wait for Drogon's words.
She could only ask again: "If the Eyrie does not hand over the people, will your sister Cersei send troops to the Vale?"
"If that's the case, Cersei will send troops whether it's to avenge Joffrey or to save the face of King's Landing." Tyrion is very confident in his sister Cersei.
Daenerys nodded, very satisfied with Tyrion's answer, and turned to Daario and said, "My Lord Admiral, how many warships are available for the battle now?"
"Your Majesty, including Yara's ships, there are more than 720 ships in total." Dario said after thinking for a while.
Daenerys smiled and nodded, then looked at her young advisor: "Missandei, how many soldiers are there?"
"Including the 28,000 new recruits, there are more than 54,200 people," Missandei said without hesitation.
"Okay! Hizdahr, can we afford this expedition with our current financial resources? Do you think the former slave owners of Slaver's Bay have truly submitted to me?"
Daenerys continued to ask the Finance Minister Hizdahr.
Hearing the queen's question, Hizdahr straightened his face and said, "With Ghis's tribute this time, we can fully support this expedition."
After saying this, he glanced at Drogon who was looking at him over Daenerys' shoulder and said, "No one in Meereen dares to disobey your orders anymore. I believe the same is true for Yunkai, Astapor, and even Ghis."
After Hizdahr finished speaking, Daenerys reached out and stroked Drogon's smooth back twice. She knew that the reason there was no objection was all thanks to Drogon.
"Then can I cross the Narrow Sea to Westeros?" After Hizdahr said this, Daenerys turned to look at her Queen's Hand Tyrion.
Although Tyrion wanted to wait a little longer, he knew that now was not the time to object. He hesitated and said, "If we don't go to the Wall to fight the wildlings and the White Walkers, we should be able to gain a foothold in Westeros."
When Daenerys heard Tyrion mention the wildling army and the White Walkers, her ambition was instantly extinguished by more than half.
Although more than 50,000 people may seem like a lot, more than half of them are new recruits, judging by the last attack on the arena.
Two new recruits are not as good as one veteran, let alone veterans like the Unsullied who have undergone rigorous training and are not afraid of injury. The number of more than 50,000 has been reduced by more than half.
When they heard about the wildlings and the White Walkers, the others had different expressions. Tyrion had also told them about the situation of these two parties.
They knew that the wildlings were just humans living in the bitter cold of the far north, outside the Wall of Westeros.
As for the White Walkers...to be honest, they kind of didn't believe it.
They had never heard of the dead being able to be resurrected, and they could be resurrected in large numbers, and they were extremely difficult to kill after being resurrected. If this was true, would there be any hope for human survival?
This seemed impossible!
Seeing the expressions of the crowd, Tyrion knew that they did not believe what he said about the White Walkers.
But his understanding of the White Walkers was limited to what he heard from the Night's Watch at the Wall and the simple news from Varys.
He could not come up with more powerful evidence to explain the horror of the White Walkers, and in his heart he also believed that the White Walkers were not as terrible as the rumors said, otherwise how could humans exist? The
White Walkers existed thousands of years ago before the construction of the Wall, and humans had fought wars with them, but since the construction of the Wall, the White Walkers disappeared.
Its sudden appearance now may be the remnant of that war.
After witnessing the magnificence of the Wall with his own eyes, Tyrion did not believe that any creature could cross the Wall and invade Westeros on a large scale.
"Prepare for war and get ready to cross the Narrow Sea!" Daenerys has waited too long and doesn't want to wait any longer.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The ministers below the stage bowed collectively and accepted the order.
Barristan looked at the ambitious Daenerys and the ministers who worked hard for her, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
After walking out of the council hall and about to go to the room where affairs were handled, Daenerys suddenly flew down from her shoulder, grabbed her hand and flew towards the next level of the pyramid.
"Drogon, where are you taking me?" Daenerys asked as she walked while being pulled by Drogon.
Drogon did not answer Daenerys in mind language, but led her out of the Great Pyramid and to the square.
To let Daenerys stay away from him, Drogon started to transform, instantly covering half of the square.
Although people who traveled around the pyramids and the square knew that Drogon could change his size, very few had ever seen the process with their own eyes.
Those who were fortunate enough to witness it today were all wide-eyed in amazement. They did not expect that Drogon could grow from the size of a pigeon to larger than a mammoth in just an instant. It was truly amazing.
They all gathered around Drogon from a distance, looking hard, as if trying to find the little dragon the size of a pigeon before it changed.
Seeing Drogon grow bigger, Daenerys knew he was going to take her flying.
He stepped on Drogon's eerie dark red wings, slowly climbed onto the broad dragon's back, sat on it, and gently patted the scales on its back.
Drogon stood up and slowly spread his broad wings to keep the surrounding residents away from him. He flashed his dark red wings a few times, then soared into the air and flew towards the Dothraki grasslands in the north.
"Are you taking me to the Dothraki Sea?" Looking at the direction Drogon was flying, Daenerys guessed the destination.
After Khal Drogo's death, Daenerys hatched three little dragons from the fire, and brought the little Khalasar, consisting of nearly a hundred Dothraki who were willing to follow her, across the red wasteland known as the land of death, to Qarth.