Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Robert sat at the head of the round table and took a big gulp of wine from his glass.

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Then he slammed the glass down on the table, splashing wine everywhere, and started cursing.

The two were nine years apart in age, though this was nothing in the context of aristocratic marriage alliances.

Let alone nine years older, there are plenty of people who are twenty or even thirty years older.

However, perhaps because Robert had just drunk quite a bit and was a little dizzy, he didn't notice that the two people present turned pale as soon as he said that.

One was Jon Arryn, the former Prime Minister who married the Tully sisters along with his adopted son Ned during the War of the Usurper.

Another one is Queen Cersei, whom Robert referred to as "that woman."

The elegant blonde woman looked rather unpleasant, glaring at her drunken, unrestrained husband with a deep look of disgust in her eyes.

However, Cersei hid it well and did not react on the spot.

He then took a deep breath, looked at Petyr Baelish who had come up with the idea, gently bit his white teeth, and spoke in a slightly cold voice.

"Lord Baelish, Dorne is a place that harbors deep hatred for the King and the Lannister family."

"And my daughter is only one year old, how dare you make a move on her?"

Cersei tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Littlefinger, which made Baelish feel a little uneasy. He then quickly stood up, raised his hands, and explained.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please allow me to finish speaking."

Petyr Baelish was a little flustered inside, but he remained calm on the surface and loudly explained.

“Princess Mysera is only one year old, so of course she won’t marry Prince Quentin now.”

"Even if she were to marry him, it would have to wait until Princess Mysera had her first period, which would be more than ten years from now."

"This is just an opportunity to win over the Martell family while creating a rift between the Targaryens and the Martell family."

Littlefinger tried his best to explain his plan.

He wasn't trying to sell the princess for peace; it was a divisive tactic and a delaying tactic.

"The Martell family demanded a queenship from Viserys that was still out of reach, but received no positive response, while His Majesty the King gave Dorne a princess that was both visible and tangible."

"At that time, Dorn will probably have to think it over carefully. Hatred can be put aside, but interests are eternal."

Chapter 238 Special Arrangements

now.

Viserys finished reading the letter written by Prince Doran and seemed to be deep in thought.

Now that Arianne has left, only Viserys stands quietly in the palace gardens, holding this letter in his hand.

The servants passing by did not dare to disturb his thoughts, but simply walked past quietly.

In this handwritten letter, Prince Doran explained that he informed Viserys of this matter in the hope that Viserys would not be misled by certain rumors.

The Martell family had no reason to refuse the marriage proposal made by the royal family.

Viserys is not yet ready to cross the Narrow Sea to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, and Dorne cannot afford to turn against the Iron Throne now and bear Robert's wrath alone.

The best option for Dorne right now is to adopt an indecisive stance, which will help stabilize the pressure from King's Landing.

If Dorne were to adopt an attitude of severing ties with the Targaryens and wholeheartedly siding with the Iron Throne, it would only arouse their suspicion.

Viserys could understand Prince Doran's choice, but that didn't mean he could accept it.

If one day he were to land in Westeros and Dorne chose to betray him, the consequences would be unbearable for Viserys...

The setting sun cast long shadows of Viserys, highlighting the silver-haired boy's sculpted features with soft lines and a pair of pale purple eyes that always shone with a serene light.

Then a gentle breeze swept by, and strands of silver hair brushed past his nose, obscuring his vision, and Viserys slowly came back to his senses.

In addition to the explicit meaning expressed on the surface, Prince Doran's letter contained many subtle hints.

He believed that someone as intelligent as Viserys should be able to understand it.

Prince Doran was never someone who could be easily dealt with. Although the two were separated by thousands of miles, Viserys seemed to see a glimpse of this man in this simple letter.

"never mind."

Viserys's brow then relaxed slightly.

I'm not going to think about this matter any further; after all, it's too early to be thinking about it right now.

Although he has been in this world for so many years, his worldview has not been completely changed, and in some aspects, Viserys still holds the same ideas as before.

Viserys then stopped thinking about it and returned to his bedroom.

This magnificent palace is far superior to his castle in Andalus.

The palace occupies a vast area, situated on a hill in the city of Pentos. From here, one can see the sea and take in the entire city-state. The courtyard is clean and tidy, with carved beams and painted pillars, and the walls even have exquisite reliefs that record the history of the people of Pentos.

Viserys's plan was, of course, to relocate the Targaryen's administrative center to Pentos in the future. Pentos possessed tremendous economic and war potential and could become the engine of the kingdom's war machine.

Viserys intended this palace to be the royal castle in this wealthy city-state.

However, its name, Viserys, has not yet been decided, and the place was never named before.

Viserys wanted to give him a name that was no less impressive than the Red Keep's, something simple and concise yet grand and majestic.

"Dragon Castle..."

"Or is it the Dragon...Dragon Palace?"

Upon realizing this, Viserys suddenly found himself speechless and scratched his head.

He then placed the handwritten letter from Prince Doran under the books on the bedroom table and addressed the door.

"Come in."

"His Majesty."

Hearing Viserys's call, the guards outside immediately pushed the door open and came in.

"Go and fetch Rams."

Viserys pulled out a piece of paper, sat down at the table, and was writing something with his head down. It was a messy draft that looked like a scrap of paper. Then, without looking up, he spoke.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing Viserys's instructions, the guard immediately nodded in agreement, then slowly closed the door to go find the mysterious Commander-in-Chief of the 'Ministry of Internal Affairs'.

Rams arrived in Andalus suddenly with a letter from his father, Earl Bolton, and was then secretly appointed to a special position.

Even the guards closest to Viserys didn't know much about Ramsay.

He's always mysteriously busy with something, but Viserys always thinks of him first when there's dirty or hard work to be done.

Rams didn't mind that his hands were dirty; in fact, he was quite pleased with them.

For him, the dirtier his hands were, the more important they were to Viserys, and the greater the power he would wield.

Viserys's personal guards went out to find Ramsay and headed straight for the kennels inside the palace.

This is a piece of land that Ramsay asked Viserys for. It's an underground prison, not far from the prison where Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, and the tavern waitress were imprisoned.

Viserys killed the Faceless One who was disguised as the Ragged Prince, while the remaining tavern waitress was handed over to Ramsay for interrogation.

However, Viserys later heard from his confidant, whom he had placed in the Ministry of the Interior to monitor Ramsay, that some unpleasant things had happened.

It seems that Rams didn't control his lower body and used some special punishments on the tavern waitresses during the interrogation.

When Viserys heard the news, he frowned, somewhat displeased, but didn't say much. After all, the other party was a criminal who had tried to assassinate him and would be executed the next morning. He warned the remaining Faceless forces in Pentos.

After that, Ramsay seemed to sense Viserys' displeasure and became much more cautious, not daring to show himself in front of Viserys unless necessary.

It was at this point that Viserys approached him again.

Ramsay was found by the guards in the underground kennel and then rushed to Viserys' bedroom.

"His Majesty."

Ramsay saw Viserys and knelt down on both knees once again, like a dog wagging its tail.

Of all the forces surrounding House Targaryen, none other than Ramsay had ever shown Viserys such a grand gesture.

Although nothing was outwardly apparent, the others secretly expressed their contempt for this bastard from the North who spent his days hiding in the shadows.

These messages were brought to him by Rams's subordinates, but Rams turned a deaf ear and continued to do as he pleased.

"You're here?"

Viserys heard Ramsay's voice and finally stopped writing. He then raised his head and spoke calmly.

He then handed the note to the other party.

"I burned it after reading it."

Rams got up from the ground and took the note from Viserys's hand. He glanced at it and then paused for a moment.

"Ok?"

He then looked up at Viserys with some disbelief.

Chapter 239 Blind Date

Although surprised, Rams wisely refrained from raising any questions or concerns.

After reading the entire contents of the note, he memorized them and then burned the note over a candle flame in front of Viserys.

"I understand."

"His Majesty."

Ramsay then knelt down and kowtowed once more before turning and leaving Viserys' bedroom.

...

With distinguished guests arriving, Viserys will personally host dinner tonight.

Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne changed into an even more gorgeous long dress, which fully showed off her curvaceous figure, with long black curly hair hanging down her smooth back.

Viserys had to admit that the princess of Dorne was indeed a stunning beauty after seeing her tonight.