Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon (by Purple Taro Ice Cream)

[A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfic] I was transported to the world of Viserys III, the King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Prologue: The Battle of the Trident River

Rumbling--

The deafening sound of horses' hooves filled people's ears, and small pebbles on the ground bounced slightly.

A knight clad in magnificent armor held a blood-stained spear, the tip of which impaled a corpse which he flung onto the riverbank. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the ruby ​​on his chest shone as brightly as the blood on the spear, making him appear like a god of war.

now.

He heard the sound of warhorses galloping, and raised his head in slight surprise, as if caught off guard.

Just as the two sides were exhausted from their battle, a group of heavily armored cavalrymen clad in black armor charged into the battlefield like a bolt of crossbow, with overwhelming force.

They arrived in an instant.

boom--

In an instant, shouts of battle and screams of agony echoed across the riverbank, accompanied by the sounds of blades piercing flesh and warhorses breaking bones.

Leading the heavily armored cavalry was a black-armored knight with a physique as imposing as a mountain. His face was obscured by a visor, but through the gaps in the visor, one could vaguely see a pair of eyes burning with rage and a pair of menacing, yellowed teeth.

Every warrior who got close to him could feel his rage and would scatter and flee in all directions.

As the battle drew to a close, this fully armed cavalry charge in, shattering the morale of the opposing side.

As the 'arrowhead' of the wedge formation, the black-armored knight, wearing a stag-antler helmet, swung a giant mace that even two or three adult men would find difficult to lift, and charged directly at the central banner of the royal army.

He wanted to tear apart the man standing beneath the royal army's central banner, the knight clad in magnificent armor with a gleaming ruby ​​on his chest.

He was the commander of the royal army and also a prince of the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

He raped and kidnapped his fiancée.

This was also the trigger for the rebellion that began in Aegon 281. Due to the brutal rule of the 'Mad King' Aerys II, the rebellion escalated and eventually swept across the entire continent of Westeros in the present year, Aegon 283.

Of the seven Targaryen kingdoms, four raised the banner of rebellion: the Vale, the Stormlands, the North, and the Riverlands formed a powerful alliance against the Iron Throne.

Robert Baratheon, the black knight, became the leader of the rebels and openly vied for the throne because of his grandmother Rhaley, daughter of Aegon V.

now.

After a long and fierce battle, even the valiant Prince Rhaegar was exhausted. His silver hair clung to his handsome face with sweat, and his dark purple eyes, after a moment of surprise, regained their resolve.

The Targaryen prince, spear in one hand and sword drawn from his waist with the other, fearlessly accepted his opponent's challenge. The commander at the center of the war vortex engaged in a one-on-one duel.

However, when Robert raised his heavy hammer high, the outcome was already sealed.

boom--

The powerful impact threw Rhaegar Targaryen off his horse and onto the ground.

His longsword pierced through the gaps in the armor and struck Robert's thigh precisely, but Robert's mace also smashed heavily into Rhaegar's chest, causing the magnificent breastplate to collapse.

The shattered rubies, stained with the noble blood of the Targaryen royal family, lay scattered on the banks of the Trident River, reflecting an eerie light under the brilliant sunlight.

The already exhausted soldiers on both sides stopped fighting, put down their weapons, and rushed onto the riverbank to grab the shattered ruby ​​fragments.

beep--

On the battlefield, accompanied by the long and desolate sound of horns, the rebels launched their final attack, and the royal army was completely defeated and scattered in all directions.

...

The Battle of Trident River has ended.

The bad news soon came back.

Tap tap...

Hurried footsteps echoed throughout the Red Castle, and waiters whispered among themselves around the corners of the corridors.

King Aerys Targaryen II sat on the Iron Throne, furious. Although he had received a secret report the day before, he still ordered the soldiers who came to report the battle situation to be burned alive, and loudly rebuked them for giving false information and having ulterior motives.

However, besides the smell of burnt human flesh, a heavy atmosphere still permeated the throne room.

All the ministers of the court understood what the death of Prince Rhaegar and the defeat of the main royal army meant at this time.

Although Aerys was known as mad, as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, he had moments of clarity. Even after his outburst of rage, his face remained ashen, and the veins on the back of his withered hands bulged as he gripped the armrests of the Iron Throne tightly.

Then Iris seemed to have finally made up his mind, turned around and looked at the young Kingsguard standing behind him, and said in a deep voice.

"James!"

The tall, handsome, blond knight standing behind the king paused slightly when he heard the king call his name, then quickly walked to the side of the Iron Throne, leaned forward with one hand on his sword, and obeyed.

Splash...

The white armor made a rubbing sound.

"His Majesty."

He hadn't expected His Majesty the King to suddenly appoint him. As the youngest member of the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister had always been an invisible figure.

He even knew that Aerys II had not included him in the Kingsguard because of his bravery and loyalty, but only to restrain and humiliate his father.

However, he forgot that all of Aerys II's Kingsguard had gone with Prince Rhaegar to participate in the suppression of the rebellion, except for him.

Now, His Majesty Iris has only him at his disposal.

Although Aerys disliked these blond Lannisters, he had to suppress his emotions at the moment, as he still needed to rely on Jaime's father, the Duke of Casterly Rock's, western army to quell the rebellion.

The white-robed knight, sword at his side and bowing, listened attentively to His Majesty the King's whispered instructions, his young face slightly tense.

He never imagined things would come to this.

Although Prince Rhaegar died in the Battle of the Trident and the tide of war began to turn against them, the Targaryen royal family still possessed considerable power. Especially with his father's army in the Westerlands, which had been poised for battle, it wouldn't be an easy task for the rebels to breach King's Landing.

However, to everyone's surprise, His Majesty had already begun preparing for his retreat.

"Hurry up and go!"

While Jaime was still in a daze, the man sitting on the Iron Throne, whose emotions were clearly out of control, locked his gloomy eyes on the young Kingsguard with a dangerous glint in them, as if trying to see through his heart.

James's throat bobbed slightly, then he immediately straightened up and took a step back, his armor making a sound.

He would never forget that Iris II had a penchant for burning those who disobeyed orders alive.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He then strode quickly through the passage behind the Iron Throne into the depths of the Red Keep.

To convey the king's orders.

The passing of dawn

Chapter 1 Viserys

Tap tap...

Light footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the door, and a figure walked to the door of a spacious bedroom on the second floor of the tower.

The bedroom door was ajar, through which a faint candlelight could be seen. A small figure sat at a round table in the bedroom, one hand supporting his chin, long silver hair covering his ears, and the flickering candlelight reflected in his jewel-like purple eyes.

He is Viserys Targaryen, the second son of His Majesty Aerys II, and is only seven years old.

Recently, the naturally active Viserys has been staring blankly at the candlelight for some reason, and has even locked himself in his room to read the books he used to hate the most, which is quite unusual for him.

This situation has been going on for several days.

The old maid standing outside the bedroom door had wrinkles that deepened on her face, and a hint of worry flickered in her dim, yellow eyes.

As an old servant who had served the Targaryen royal family for generations, she was worried that Viserys might have some kind of mental problem like his father, the 'Mad King'.

After all, 'with each Targaryen's birth, the gods would toss a coin to decide whether he was great or mad.'

However, the old maid's gaze did not awaken Viserys, who was lost in thought. Half of his handsome, girlish face was shrouded in darkness. He was dressed in the magnificent attire of a prince, and one hand was resting on a heavy parchment book as he pondered his past and present lives.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

The old maid knocked twice on the doorframe and spoke softly. Her voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet Meige Building.

The Targaryen prince shuddered like a startled bird, suddenly waking up, his pale purple eyes looking with a hint of panic at the maid standing at the edge of the doorway.

There was a one-second pause.

Then he remembered that he was the 'Prince', since there was no one else in the bedroom, and the old maid, according to the chaotic memories in his mind, seemed to be called... Sophia.

"Is there something you need?"

Viserys saw the old maid in his field of vision, then shook his head slightly, casting aside all his previous chaotic thoughts, and looked at her seriously.

"Her Majesty the Queen is looking for you."

Dressed in a dark waitress's uniform with a gray headscarf, the maid's forehead wrinkles relaxed slightly as she saw that His Highness had regained consciousness, and she then spoke.

"Mother?"

Viserys paused slightly, his heart skipped a beat, but he still managed to close the parchment book in his hand and slide off the chair, feigning composure.

Based on the chaotic memories in his mind, his current mother seems to be named Leila Targaryen, a gentle and kind woman who has been trying her best to protect Viserys from his mentally unstable father.

However, Viserys tried his best to avoid meeting his mother, since she was the closest person to him, and he was afraid of revealing any flaws in her behavior.

So he kept himself locked in his bedroom reading, partly to absorb more knowledge, and partly to avoid meeting Leila.

But he didn't expect his mother to suddenly contact him at this time.

"I understand."

Viserys's face tightened slightly as he tried to appear calm. In fact, his acting was impeccable, and almost no one could see through his act. Even if they did, a seven-year-old boy wouldn't think of anything else.

Viserys then stood in front of the silver mirror in the bedroom, while the maid stood behind him adjusting his clothes.