Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Jon Clinton took a deep breath, nodded, and began to speak.

He once served as Mistoin's right-hand man in the Golden Company, essentially holding the position of vice-commander.

It was only because of Viserys that he left the Golden Company and came to Pentos.

"but..."

However, Jon Clinton hesitated for a moment, then carefully considered his words before continuing.

"Since its inception, the Golden Company has made a living in disputed lands, employed by the Mir, the Ries, or the Tyroth, to wage endless harassment wars for them."

"But in fact, they have always dreamed of taking back the homeland of their fathers and grandfathers."

"They are the descendants of exiles, who have nothing and have never been forgiven, but at the same time, they are a powerful armed force."

Jon Clinton paused for a moment before speaking.

"Now the nobles of Westeros have also betrayed the Targaryens."

"The Golden Company may want to help His Majesty reclaim the Iron Throne in order to absolve himself of his sins."

"At the same time, I hope to receive His Majesty's forgiveness and return to the homeland of my fathers."

Jon Clinton advised Viserys not to directly reject the Golden Company's request.

Although he really wanted to say that the red dragon and the black dragon were still family after all, he ultimately hesitated to speak.

Because red dragons are dragons, while black dragons are 'dragons' not recognized by the Targaryen family.

Although they share the same bloodline, ultimately it depends on Viserys's decision.

Viserys pondered for a moment, but neither agreed with nor refuted Jon's point of view.

The man with greyish-red hair secretly and carefully observed Viserys's facial expression, but unfortunately he couldn't figure it out.

Then Viserys nodded and suddenly spoke.

"it is good."

"In that case, there's no harm in meeting him."

Jon Clinton wasn't too surprised when Viserys suddenly agreed.

Although the Targaryens and Blackfyre are sworn enemies due to the several Blackfyre Rebellions, they are ultimately of the same origin and share the same blood.

Red or black doesn't matter, a dragon is a dragon.

Jon Clinton suddenly thought of this sentence.

Moreover, the Golden Company possessed tens of thousands of elite warriors, five hundred cavalrymen, five hundred squire riders, and a thousand archers, and even terrifying weapons of war such as elephants.

Jon Clinton then stayed in Viserys's room for a while longer, and after exchanging a few words, Jon decided not to disturb Viserys any longer and stood up to take his leave.

However, not long after Jon Clinton left, there was another knock on the door.

Viserys's room was unusually lively today.

Then, a girl from Dorne, Arianne Martell, walked in through the door.

"Viserys".

The girl walked in wearing a simple sand-colored long dress, accompanied by an alluring fragrance.

He sat down on the armrest of Viserys' chair with great familiarity, then leaned down and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Chapter 251 Lover

Arianne gently kissed his cheek, opened her bright eyes and gazed intently at him, then parted her red lips and whispered something.

"my sweetheart."

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Viserys sat in his chair, the tip of his pen sliding across the paper as he wrote the last word.

He then put down his pen and looked up at the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

"Arianne".

Viserys reached out and embraced the girl's slender waist, then pulled her into his arms.

Arianne let out a soft gasp before collapsing into Viserys's arms.

The flames in the fireplace inside the room were not as fiery as the beauty in his arms now.

Viserys held Arianne in his arms and looked down at her face, while the Dornish girl stared at him with her dark eyes at close range.

The boy's long, silver-gold hair cascaded down to her full breasts, and his pale purple eyes sparkled as he lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The girl in his arms let out a soft moan as she fell into the mud, and then completely succumbed to it.

After a long while, he released her, slightly out of breath, his eyes filled with adoration.

After spending several months together, Arianne and Viserys' relationship naturally progressed to the point of becoming a couple.

Viserys needs Dorn.

Just as he needs the Golden Company.

"My love, when will I be able to see Renis and little Dani again?"

Arianne nestled into Viserys's arms, her arms around his neck, and looked into his eyes before asking a question.

She couldn't wait to meet Viserys' family; she knew Viserys had a sister and a niece.

Reyne Targaryen was her aunt's daughter, so she was considered her sister.

She knew the Targaryen family's 'rules'; Viserys couldn't possibly have only one woman, and he also had to ensure the purity of the Targaryen bloodline.

However, Arianne didn't care about this. That's how things are in Dorne. Keeping mistresses and having bastards is nothing out of the ordinary there. All Arianne and Dorne wanted was the title of Queen of the Targaryens.

Therefore, she wanted to get along well with her cousin Renis in advance, so that she would have someone to help her in the future, since Renis also had Dorne blood flowing through her veins.

"Soon."

However, Viserys raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard Arianne's question.

He looked at the expression on the girl's face, then seemed to be thinking about something. He paused for a moment, then nodded.

"I will bring Renis and Dani over."

"Is that so?"

"That's great."

The Dornish girl stretched slightly in Viserys's arms, then sat up.

Her red lips gently kissed his cheek again, then she stood up, her slender hand still on his shoulder.

"I'm planning to go out of town with the Sand Snake sisters this afternoon. Would you like to come with us?"

"Where?"

Viserys, sitting in his chair, asked with some curiosity.

"Go out at sunrise."

The largest gate of Pentos is called the Sun Gate. It was outside the Sun Gate that Balbocao died unexpectedly, and his khalasar was the site of a fierce battle outside Pentos.

After fiercely fighting for Khal Drogo's position, he wanted to bring men to cause trouble for Viserys, but Viserys was not out at that time, so Drogo came up empty-handed.

"Oh?"

Viserys thought for a moment, then nodded.

"can."

He was also planning to go there this afternoon because he had something to do.

The Red Temple was located near where he went out, and Melisandre had made an appointment with him beforehand.

...

It was soon afternoon.

Viserys rode his white warhorse, while the white mare he had once ridden had been given to Arianne.

"I'm going now, darling."

Arianne kissed Viserys on the cheek.

Viserys nodded slightly, and then the girl urged her white horse toward a spot not far away, where the Sand Serpent Sisters had been waiting for her for a long time.

They are going out hunting today.

The girls of Dorne are quite different from women in other parts of the Seven Kingdoms because of their relatively equal status; girls also have inheritance rights.

Therefore, girls can also choose to wield weapons and swords, rather than necessarily sitting in front of a dressing table as a pampered young lady.

Like their father, the Sand Snake sisters are all skilled fighters and adept at using poisons. Arianne herself can also ride a horse and is quite capable.

Therefore, the only hobby the girls in Pentos had was going out hunting.

Even though they enjoyed adventure, Viserys still dispatched a team of guards to protect them and prevent any accidents, after all, Ariane's position was very important.

The young king, wearing a golden crown, sat on horseback, the golden sunlight reflecting off him.

Viserys watched the Dornish girls and their guards disappear into the distance before slowly turning his gaze away.

And at this time.

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The red-robed witch, riding a black horse, spurred her horse forward and took Ariane's place after she left, arriving beside Viserys.

A gentle breeze ruffled Melisandre's copper-red hair, and she turned her head to speak.

“Princess Arianne Martell is of noble birth, and she is one of the best candidates to become queen.”

"But she was not destined to be queen."

"Ok?"

Viserys, who had just turned his gaze away, turned slightly to look at Melisandre after hearing her words.

Melisandre stared straight into Viserys' eyes, her gaze equally calm, before lowering her head a few seconds later, seemingly uneasy.