Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The two figures turned and appeared inside the castle gate, where they found the guards holding torches and seemingly searching for something.

Upon seeing Viserys approach, the guards immediately showed expressions of shame.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

They didn't say much before Viserys understood what had happened.

It looks like the little devil we just caught has slipped away again.

"Never mind, it's just a child."

"Is the letter still there?"

Viserys shook his head slightly. He felt that the child was at best a gofer, and even if he were caught, it wouldn't make much difference.

"exist."

The guard then brought him the letter that was to be delivered to Viserys for his personal attention.

Viserys didn't hesitate and took it directly. After being handled so many times, even if it was poisonous, it would have been mostly wiped away.

He then decisively tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.

The letter contained a lot of information; it was filled with densely packed writing.

However, Viserys only glanced at it a few times before his calm expression vanished instantly, replaced by a slightly serious look.

"what?"

The silver-haired boy's brows were furrowed.

Then, under the torches held high by the surrounding guards, Viserys scanned every word of the letter and finally finished reading it.

If the contents of this letter are true…

Viserys stood silently, holding the letter, while the guards around him, unaware of what was happening, watched him in a daze and then whispered a reminder.

"His Majesty?"

Viserys then came to his senses and raised his head to look at one of the guards beside him.

Do you remember what that child looked like?

The guard nodded quickly.

"Keep searching until you find it."

Viserys waved his hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing Viserys's order, the castle guards' expressions tightened slightly.

They didn't know why His Majesty the King had just said to let the brat go, but after reading the letter, he turned around and tried to seize him.

But they still hurried down to continue searching for the child who had secretly slipped away.

Viserys did not explain why he did so, nor did he need to explain it to the soldiers.

A cool night breeze ruffled Viserys's long, silver-gold hair. He pondered for a moment, then spoke again to another soldier beside him.

"Keep it secret, and verify each item on the letter one by one."

Viserys instructed his soldiers to verify a few things, and everything was to be done in secrecy.

Although the guards were somewhat surprised and uncertain when they saw this, they nodded decisively to indicate that they understood, and then hurriedly went to make preparations.

...

Inside the castle's main hall.

Although the harvest feast was drawing to a close, the lively atmosphere remained undiminished.

They weren't as relaxed when Viserys was there, but after Viserys temporarily left for some reason, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became much more lively.

Perhaps because His Majesty the King was watching from above, many people were too reserved; the atmosphere has improved considerably now.

Meanwhile, Melisandre, the Red Priestess, had somehow moved her chair and sat down next to Renis, and the two seemed to be talking about something.

Daenerys, meanwhile, was preoccupied with eating and drinking, even secretly taking a sip of the red wine from the glass of Oberyn's mistress next to her.

The scholar sat quietly in his chair, seemingly out of place amidst the surrounding noise.

He ate relatively light food and did not drink alcohol.

The scholar seemed out of sorts today, and for some reason, he was restless. He secretly glanced at the seat where Viserys was sitting several times, but it was now empty.

Viserys has been gone for quite some time and has yet to return; it is unknown what special circumstances have occurred.

However, just then, several guards walked in from outside the bustling hall, bowed slightly to Renis and Melisandre, and then seemed to say something.

Melisandre smiled apologetically, then politely left.

Then the guard whispered a few words in Renis's ear.

"Ok?"

The brown-haired girl's face showed a strange expression, then she turned her head and asked the guard a few more questions.

But the guard gave her a very affirmative answer, and the girl nodded slightly.

Then Renis stood up from her seat, walked over and pulled Daenerys up from her greasy food.

Ignoring the little girl's protests, he threw the half chicken leg out of her hand and forcibly wiped the grease off her mouth with a clean handkerchief.

Then Reyne whispered a few more words of reproach to Daenerys, roughly saying that a girl of such high status and noble blood should not eat so unrestrainedly.

It's not like we can't afford to eat; we need to maintain a princess-like demeanor.

Then Renis pulled Daenerys away from where they stood and headed towards the gate.

The guard who had just arrived told Renis that His Majesty the King wanted to see her and Daenerys out, but he didn't specify what it was about.

Rene was a little confused, but since it was Viserys's request, she took Daenerys with her and went outside.

The nobles who were enjoying the banquet along the way stopped dancing when they saw Reyne and Daenerys walking towards them, and raised their glasses in salute.

"Your Highness, the Eldest Princess."

Then he looked at the girl whose little hand was being held by Renis and whose hair was covered by a hat, and his eyes showed more piety.

"Mother of Dragons".

Ever since news spread that Daenerys had emerged unharmed from the fire while embracing three dragons, the Targaryen princess has acquired a sacred title.

'Mother of Dragons'

Combined with the fact that his brother Viserys was known as the 'Crowned Seven,' this title gained an even more mystical aura, and the supreme Targaryen bloodline was further solidified in people's minds through deliberate promotion.

Like a divine child bathed in holy light.

Renis responded with a polite and appropriate smile as the nobles around her raised their glasses.

He then nodded, walked through the crowd, and, with Daenerys in tow, led the guards out the gate, disappearing from sight.

The maester sitting in his seat watched Reyne lead Daenerys away, and for some reason, his unease intensified. He appeared somewhat absent-minded, and then accidentally dropped his fork to the ground with a crisp sound.

Melisandre, who had returned to her seat on the other side, heard the noise and looked over with a slightly puzzled expression.

She remembered that the scholar was always calm and composed, so why was he so absent-minded and frequently lost his composure today?

Then she saw the maester also stand up, wanting to follow Renis out of the hall.

In an instant, only Oberyn, his mistress Ellaria Shad, and Melisandre remained at the main round table.

The scholar stood up, gave the people at the table an apologetic smile, and then prepared to leave.

However, before he could even turn around...

Two guards appeared out of nowhere and immediately pressed the scholar back into his chair.

"Master Gunther, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave for the time being."

Chapter 157 Poisoned Wine

The sudden change in the room went unnoticed by the nobles below who were clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. It was as if it were just a minor incident. Two guards pressed the scholar back into his chair.

The scholar did not struggle at this moment. His hands trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. He seemed to know what had happened and had resigned himself to giving up the struggle.

"Ok?"

Oberon, who was at the same table, narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing this.

He looked the scholar up and down with some surprise, as well as the two guards standing behind him who were restraining him.

Oberon's mistress, Ellaria, sitting next to him, gently poked him, then covered her mouth and whispered in his ear, seemingly asking Oberon what had happened.

However, Oberon gently shook his head, saying nothing more than that she shouldn't interfere and should just observe quietly until she understood.

On the other side, the red-robed witch at the same table remained silent, picked up her wine glass, took a small sip, and glanced at the maester and then at Oberon's reaction.

The Red Priestess then glanced in the direction Renis and Daenerys had left, a thoughtful expression creeping into her eyes.

Those sitting at this table are all high-ranking officials of Andalus. After the departure of the two young girls, Renis and Daenerys, everyone remaining is a shrewd and calculating individual.

Sir Jeffrey did not attend the banquet because he needed to rest. However, some people had heard that the old man's health was not recovering well, and he might have to relinquish power because of this. Several noble families wanted to compete for the position of fleet commander-in-chief.

At this moment, the people in the main seats remained silent, and none of them spoke to the scholar who was clearly under control.

Even Prince Oberon, who was a fellow alumnus of Maester Günther and with whom he usually had a good relationship, remained silent. Only the maester sat alone in his seat, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, and kept his head down, also remaining silent.

He knew he had been caught, and he gave up even the idea of ​​making an explanation.

The maester had actually been aware of this crisis for a long time. He originally intended to leave Andalus for Dragonstone, and then return directly to Westeros when Dragonstone fell.

But he never expected that Stannis would betray him.

Stannis wouldn't let someone insignificant affect his battle plans, even if that person's status wasn't much lower than his. But that person was like a rock in a latrine, stubborn and unyielding.

The raid on Dragonstone was a war he had been planning for years, for which he had repeatedly rehearsed and even bribed some officers of the Dragonstone fleet.

Because the Dragonstone naval battle had been the most humiliating defeat of his career, the newly built royal fleet was completely wiped out in a single battle.

Therefore, the stubborn Stannis set his sights on the Dragonstone fleet and its commander-in-chief, vowing to avenge his defeat.

So what gives a spy hidden in Andalus the right to influence Stannis's battle plans?