Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys, whose hand was being held by the old maester, stood by the sickbed, watching the old maester take his last breath, remaining silent throughout.

And at this time.

thump—

Suddenly, a long alarm bell rang out from the direction of the Dragonstone Island lighthouse, carrying far into the quiet night.

Chapter 21 Battle of Dragonstone

Lord Paxter Redwin's fleet launched a silent attack under the cover of night.

wow-

The warships cleaved through the waves. The night was still, and all the warships extinguished their lights, silently approaching the direction of Dragonstone.

The sea breeze howled.

The fleet's soldiers, gripping their weapons, stood nervously on the deck, awaiting their fate.

Because no one can guarantee that they will survive the upcoming war.

However, while Earl Redwin's sneak attack strategy was well executed, problems arose during its execution.

The raid was detected by the Dragonstone Island side.

A patrolling longship spotted the silent Qingting Island fleet on the sea and quickly issued a warning, alerting the distant lighthouse and eventually alerting the entire Dragonstone Island garrison.

Rumbling--

The next moment, the earth-shattering sound of war drums rang out.

The last remaining fleet loyal to the Targaryens, under the command of Ser Geoffrey, took the initiative to engage the enemy, and a standoff ensued on the high seas.

Meanwhile, the alarm bells of the Dragonstone lighthouse continue to ring, warning everyone on the island to be vigilant and guard against enemy attacks.

Queen Leila, being pregnant and depressed, could not withstand any further stimulation, so she was quickly moved to the castle to rest.

Meanwhile, the head butler Shad and the instructors ran to the beach, their feet sinking into the soft sand as they gazed into the distance.

Viserys wanted to go along and witness the real battle firsthand, but he was ruthlessly refused.

As the only known male Targaryen in the family, Viserys' safety is not just his own concern.

Left with no other choice, the silver-haired boy was led into the castle by a maid, and at the instructor's special request, two guards were stationed outside his bedroom to 'protect' him.

bang——

The heavy brown wood door to the bedroom was tightly closed and bolted shut.

Two fully armed guards stood watch on either side of the gate, preventing Viserys from sneaking out.

Viserys was locked in the room alone, his personal freedom restricted. The boy sat on the soft bed for a long time, scratching his slightly curly silver hair.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

"It really is..."

Compared to six months ago.

Viserys's bedroom on Dragonstone is now more furnished.

An old, low bedside table, a half-burnt candle casting its glow, and a book with a bookmark on it sits on the table. It's a book about the continent of Essos, recounting the sights and sounds of a traveler.

Viserys was very interested in this kind of book and would read it for a while every night before going to bed.

On the other side was a bookshelf, also filled with all sorts of books. In fact, even without the old maester reminding him, Viserys naturally knew the importance of knowledge.

He was simply frightened by the attack and worried about the future, so he practiced swordsmanship with extreme diligence in order to protect himself.

However, he now understands that swordsmanship is not something that can be mastered in a day or two.

Viserys then looked at a brown wooden crate in the corner, jumped off the bed, and walked to the crate.

beep--

The bugle calls outside the window still lingered, the war drums beat loudly, and the sounds of battle shouts could be faintly heard.

The silver-haired boy could feel his heart pounding faster and faster in his chest, accompanied by a rumbling sound, and hot blood was flowing rapidly throughout his body.

Viserys clutched his chest, feeling his heart pounding faster and faster.

He didn't know why he felt this way, but this feeling was giving him fearless courage.

Even if he is just a seven-year-old child.

"Blood and fire share the same origin."

For some reason, the boy suddenly began reciting the Targaryen maxims, then lifted the wooden box in the corner, revealing the contents inside.

A set of custom-made, compact leather armor was neatly arranged, along with a short sword, also custom-made for him and already sharpened.

While this sword isn't exactly sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, Viserys could at least use this 'dagger' to sever the head of a straw man in one strike during his daily practice.

Viserys then donned his leather armor and put on his short sword.

Then the boy moved a small stool over, stood on it, and climbed onto the sill of a narrow window on the wall, peering out.

call…

The sea breeze at night ruffled the boy's long, silver-gold hair, gently brushing against his fair forehead.

A pair of pale purple eyes, clear as water, gazed at the battlefield in the distance, where the deafening sounds of battle echoed from the dark night.

"I hope everything goes well."

Then he closed his eyes and prayed softly.

He wasn't a troublesome kid, so of course he wouldn't take it upon himself to escape through the window.

Then... he fell to his death.

Viserys' bedroom was located in a high tower on the edge of the castle, with reefs below the window, making it almost certain death for him to jump from there.

Moreover, he had no intention of escaping; he was just a little panicked about facing war for the first time, but he didn't know who to share his panic with.

I just put on my little gear to give myself a little psychological comfort.

...

But in the distance.

In the darkness beyond Viserys's sight.

On the turbulent sea, the two fleets together comprised nearly a hundred warships of varying sizes.

A desolate and long horn sounded.

woo-

The Qingting Island fleet, with its distinctive banners, had formed its battle formation. Under the cover of countless longships, three larger and heavier rowing warships, as the main vessels, charged toward the Dragonstone Island fleet.

The Dragonstone fleet, on the other hand, seemed somewhat unprepared, hastily sailing out of the harbor and facing the charge of Earl Redwin's fleet before even arranging its formation.

However, their response was equally excellent.

The sea breeze howled.

woo-

The sound of bugles rang out continuously from all directions, vibrating on people's eardrums and making their blood boil involuntarily.

Paxter Redwyn, former Admiral of Aerys II of the Targaryen dynasty and also Lord Commander of the Sea, was wearing a blue and white wool coat with a coat of arms embroidered on the chest with blue and dark purple grapes.

He stood atop the largest of the three oar-powered warships of the Qingting Island fleet, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, leaning slightly forward to observe the formation of the Dragonstone Island fleet ahead.

This admiral, who was experienced in naval warfare, was not actually imposing in appearance; rather, he was a thin, somewhat sleazy-looking middle-aged man.

Her shoulders drooped slightly, and a few sparse strands of orange-yellow hair on her head struggled in the sea breeze.

Meanwhile, horns sounded from the direction of Dragonstone in the distance, along with the melodious and deep tolling of bells.

Chapter 22 The Queen of the Green Pavilion

Then.

At Earl Redwin's command, the Qingting Island fleet began to change formation, with longships and three-masted warships forming a fan-shaped formation on the dark sea.

"attack!"

beep--

The war horn sounded once again, but this time it was longer than ever before, symbolizing that this long-prepared war was finally about to begin.

At the sound of the war horn, all the soldiers on Qingting Island tensed up slightly and gripped their weapons tightly.

"emission!"

Then the ballistae on the three main ships of the Qingting Island fleet finally fired simultaneously.

bang bang bang-

A series of loud bangs from bowstrings exploded like thunder, and spears shot out at high speed, tearing through the air. The three main ships unleashed a massive volley of fire, the spears whistling as they hurtled towards the distant Dragonstone fleet.

"Raise your shield—"

Meanwhile, on the distant Dragonstone fleet, the fleet commander aboard the flagship Black Death stood ready, his blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind. He slightly raised his hand to adjust the armor on his head, and a strand of gray hair clung to his temple.

Then the old knight decisively gave the order to raise the shields and defend, protecting the main facilities and personnel on the warship.

"Raise your shield—"

"Raise your shield—"

With a series of orders, all the soldiers on the massive warship Black Death stood ready for battle.

Splash!

Holding aloft a giant kite shield, four feet high, made of thick oak and edged with iron, they moved swiftly, forming a neat iron shield formation.

Shields bearing the Targaryen family crest, featuring a three-headed dragon, faced the enemy.

"Lift—"

A knight clad in armor stood on the deck, drew his longsword from his waist, and then slashed down fiercely.