Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then came a fit of sobbing.

Rene, who was with her grandmother, was stunned by what she saw and stood there at a loss for what to do.

The young girl was completely unaware of the situation before her, and didn't even know that her father was dead. Even if she did know, she probably wouldn't be able to understand it.

Viserys, who had stopped practicing swordsmanship nearby, and his middle-aged coach saw this and rushed over.

The coach didn't look at the intelligence report, but Viserys picked it up, read it over, and fell silent for a moment.

"this…"

Although he didn't remember the events that happened during certain periods very clearly, he had a general idea of ​​what happened.

He understood that this was an inescapable fate, especially now that he had no power to change the situation.

That's why he practiced swordsmanship with all his might, not because he wanted to achieve any great ambitions, nor because he wanted to pay for the blood debts of the Targaryen family in the future.

In fact, he had never met his father, the origin of all the stories, the infamous 'Mad King' Aerys Targaryen II, since he came into this world.

I've never even met him.

Then he was hastily put into a carriage and fled King's Landing.

Therefore, he had never thought about anything like 'grand plans' or 'revenge' before.

All he did was try to change his fate in the future, to struggle to survive, instead of becoming a 'beggar king' or even dying with a golden crown poured over his head.

"brute…"

Then the silver-haired boy, who was squatting on the ground, finally gritted his teeth slightly and made a sound.

Even though there was no prior affection between them, rescuing Renis was just a casual act. He even thought that if his father sent troops to chase after them, he would return Renis to them.

But now.

After the words of the past were finally transformed into a bloody reality, his nephew Aegon was smashed against the wall and his head was crushed, while his sister-in-law, Princess Elia, was raped and murdered by the Mountain, whose hands were still stained with Aegon's blood and brains.

Such horrific methods would enrage any coward, let alone him.

Chapter 18 The Prophesied Prince

"I swear that one day I will kill these murderers with my own hands."

"Mother."

A few days ago.

The silver-haired boy, leaning on his sword with one hand, solemnly promised his mother that he would represent the Targaryen family in seeking revenge against these murderers.

Viserys hoped that these words would offer some comfort to his grieving mother.

However, despite his youthful ambitions, his most important task right now is to evade the Baratheon family's pursuit and survive.

After more than half a month of torment, Viserys finally accepted that he had come to a strange world. No... this world was not so strange after all.

However, the silver-haired boy, who had previously only skimmed through the events, now understands that all the sense of crisis is a very real thing.

His tragic fate, following its original trajectory, was like a rope tied around Viserys's neck.

It constantly reminded him that if he didn't try to do something and change the current situation, then when fate caught up with him, he would only have one path left: death.

His very existence meant that even if he did nothing, the Baratheon family would not let him go.

After promising his mother that he would take revenge on his enemies in the future, Viserys began training like a madman for the next few days.

Newly inspired individuals are often highly motivated, and knightly training involves more than just swordsmanship; it also includes horsemanship, lance training, archery, scimitar training, and more...

Then Viserys overdid it and injured himself.

...

"It hurts..."

The silver-haired boy sat in the chair with a somewhat worried expression.

The old maester smiled kindly. He had seen children who overexert themselves before; Viserys' grandfather, Jaeheris, had done something just as foolish back in the day.

Because of his poor health, Jaeheris once tried to improve his physical condition through hard work and exercise, but in the end, he overdid it and injured himself.

“I know you are desperate for revenge, child, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

The old scholar first applied ice to the silver-haired boy's injured area to relieve the pain, and then gently wiped the ice water away with a towel.

"But remember not to let hatred blind you; it is only a small part of your life."

"You are a Targaryen, you are the future 'true dragon,' you deserve a higher and more important mission..."

Viserys sat on the bench, looking at the old scholar with gray hair and a wrinkled face in front of him, listening to the other's rambling.

Although he could understand each word individually, when put together, he felt that the old scholar seemed to be implying something.

A more sublime, more important mission?

Long, silver hair, like molten silver, cascaded over the boy's tender shoulders. Viserys tilted his head slightly in confusion, his pale purple eyes reflecting the old maester's face.

The other party seemed not to notice his curious gaze, and the conversation abruptly ended there. The old scholar did not continue to explain what the more noble and important mission he spoke of was, and then slightly changed the subject.

"While chivalry is an ancient tradition of the nobility, knowledge is even more important for an excellent nobleman."

The old scholar then changed his tone and began to offer earnest advice.

He saw that Viserys had been training very hard with the Cavaliers during this period.

Striving for improvement is certainly a good thing, but he worried that Viserys might neglect the importance of knowledge and become a brute who only knows how to fight.

Compared to personally charging into battle, killing with one's mind is undoubtedly more destructive.

He didn't want Viserys to become a complete knight-errant, otherwise he would never become the 'prophesied prince'.

Maester Daniel was also one of those who knew about the prophecy. He had personally taught Rhaegar, so he naturally enjoyed the prince's trust.

The prophecy states that Iris II and Queen Leila will give birth to the prince in the 'prophecy,' and this prophecy comes from a witch, but its origin is based on a record in an ancient book of Asshai from five thousand years ago.

A legendary hero named Azor Ahai, who lived approximately eight thousand years ago, will be reborn, and this prophesied prince will fight against the White Walkers.

All of this will happen after the long summer, when darkness falls. This 'prince' will reawaken the Lightbringers to fight the White Walkers, and if he fails, the entire world will be doomed.

"After the long summer, the stars will weep blood, and a cold darkness will shroud the world. In this terrifying moment, a warrior will draw a burning sword from the flames. That sword is the 'Lightbringer,' the hero's red sword. The one who wields this sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."

Everyone in the know initially believed that Rhaegar would be the 'prophesied prince' because Rhaegar was so perfect that almost everyone who met the prince would lavish praise on him.

However, it wasn't until Robert Baratheon's hammer struck Rhaegar in the chest at the Battle of the Trident that everyone realized Rhaegar was not the 'prophesied prince'.

Then all eyes fell on Rhaegar's younger brother, the silver-haired boy before them, Viserys Targaryen, for he too was Aerys and Ryra's child...

But he was not born in the land of smoke and salt.

"Perhaps."

Scholar Daniel sighed inexplicably.

Viserys didn't understand the old maester's gaze; he only heard what the maester had just said.

He naturally understood the importance of knowledge, but he also understood that what he urgently needed now was the ability to protect himself, since he was destined to be a wanderer for a long time to come.

"I understand."

Viserys nodded obediently.

Inside the tower.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the window, filling the entire room. An old man and a young man sat at the table, the atmosphere unusually peaceful. Ever since Viserys came into this world, he had lived under immense pressure, constantly on the run.

But now, on Dragonstone Island, I found myself able to catch my breath in the presence of this old man.

"child."

"You're starting to feel anxious about the future, aren't you?"

Daniel's back was slightly hunched, but he still looked quite robust. He wore a grey robe, and his bright eyes seemed to see right through the boy's thoughts.

The fate of the Targaryen family is now clear to everyone. King's Landing has already fallen, and the remaining royalists have no reason to continue fighting.

The reason we haven't stopped fighting yet is entirely to gain a better bargaining chip at the negotiating table, to obtain more benefits, or at least to avoid losing too badly and to make up for some of the losses.

Viserys remained silent for a long time this time.

He finally nodded.

Chapter 19 The Siege of Windbreak Fortress

Dragonstone Island.

An old man and a young boy are talking.

The old maester eased Viserys's anxiety, telling him that no matter what he encountered in the future, whether joyful or sorrowful, he must maintain inner peace, for only by calming down could he make the most correct judgment.

time flies.

Two months have passed since Viserys arrived at Dragonstone.

Life on the island is very peaceful and tranquil. There is no war or power struggle. It is so peaceful that it makes people want to give up their struggles and just want to spend the rest of their lives here in a simple and ordinary way.

However, while Viserys' inner anxiety had subsided, a sense of urgency remained.

He knew very well that the Baratheon family on the other side of the ocean wouldn't let them off so easily.

During this time, Viserys was learning swordsmanship from Sir William while also enhancing his knowledge under the guidance of the old maester.

Through the wise old scholar's patient guidance, Viserys gradually deepened his understanding of the world.

He used to view the world through a hazy lens, always with a layer of separation, but now he has gradually integrated into it.

The old scholar told him that what a nobleman should learn most is not how to govern his territory, develop the economy, or agriculture.

These can be obtained by consulting the scholars in the castle or by writing to the city of schools.

The old scholar simply instructed him to study the family histories of various noble families, to remember the lessons of history, and to memorize their coats of arms and languages…

So that when we meet in the future, we won't be embarrassed because we don't recognize each other.

This is of utmost importance to noble lords, and even to the king.

Viserys was a little confused by these explanations. He didn't understand why this was the case, but he couldn't argue with the system.