Tyrion held his hands up defensively. "My contacts have long since cut ties with me I'm afraid. They may provide information, but I cannot attest it's truth."

Daenerys sighed and lifted Daella to burp her. "We cannot let his invitation go ignoree." She said. "Unless - do we accept it without issuing a response? Do we dock farther north and march on the south?"

"Such a large fleet, someone might see and report to the king," Tyrion pointed out. "But it may catch him off guard."

"He's not the king," Daenerys reminded him sharply.