Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

There must be proper etiquette when meeting the Queen, even though Viserys is her own son. The etiquette of the nobility and the court is almost etched into Viserys' memory and even his muscles.

Viserys glanced at the maid behind him who was adjusting his clothes, found nothing amiss, then looked away and gazed at the silver mirror in front of him.

A cloud of black mist gradually spread out.

Viserys Targaryen

Sun sign: 3

Earth element: 5

Water resistance: 8

Lunar sex: 18

All of these texts are displayed in the ancient Higher Valyrian language.

As survivors of the Valyrian civilization, the Targaryen family did not actually speak the Common Language of Westeros; High Valyrian was their native language.

Every Targaryen is taught Valyrian and Dragon languages ​​when they are young.

These solar and lunar terms can also be translated as the sun, soil, water droplets, and moon.

But right now...

Business as usual.

Viserys was not surprised, as he had already spotted the black mist several days earlier.

This thick black mist will appear whenever his gaze is fixed on any reflective object for three seconds.

Of course, he tried many other items; mirrors, glass, gems, and even daggers all appeared, but the dull stone and wooden table never did.

He also tested it many times and found that others could not see the black mist. He was the only special one, just like this world full of mysterious power, which was full of indescribable things.

"Could this also be some kind of... magic?"

Viserys was puzzled and spent the last few days flipping through books but still couldn't find the answer.

He gradually figured out the meaning of these complicated terms, which reflected Viserys' current physical condition.

The Sun represents strength, Earth represents solidity, or physical constitution, while Water represents gentleness, agility, and flexibility. The Moon represents willpower, or more mysterious spiritual power.

A normal adult male's score should be between 8 and 10, but it's possible that someone could be even stronger.

As for why Viserys' current stats are so strange, it may be related to the fact that he is only seven years old and his body has not yet fully developed.

But his agility and flexibility were undeniable; in his memory, Viserys alone could make several Red Keep guards stomp their feet in frustration but still fail to catch him.

"Lunar sex...18."

Viserys stared at the silver mirror and blinked gently.

This ability far exceeds that of ordinary people, which may be related to his special characteristics. Perhaps he is a unique existence in this world.

However, Viserys's exceptional mental strength did indeed bring him some advantages; his memory was exceptionally good.

These past few days he's been hiding in his bedroom reading. He doesn't say he has a photographic memory for much of the knowledge he needs to remember, but after reading it twice, it's deeply ingrained in his mind.

And you don't feel sleepy even if you stay up very late.

"Is something on Your Highness's mind?"

The old maidservant, who was tidying Viserys's clothes, had been observing the Targaryen prince's expression. She noticed that the boy's pale purple eyes seemed strangely unfocused when he looked into the silver mirror, as if they had gone out of focus.

Then she pursed her lips, looking preoccupied.

"No."

"Thank you for your concern, Sophia."

Viserys, upon hearing the old maid's words, shook his head slightly and spoke.

"This seems to be the first time His Highness has thanked me..."

The old woman with her headscarf covered her mouth slightly, looking somewhat surprised, while Viserys' expression stiffened for a moment, and he opened his mouth, seemingly speechless for a moment.

A profound silence fell over His Highness's bedroom.

After a long silence, Viserys composed himself and broke the silence, just as the old maid finished tidying up Viserys's clothes.

"So...did Mother say why she wanted to see me?"

Viserys asked casually, but with a hint of probing.

The old maid paused for a moment. Of course she knew the reason. The news of the Targaryen army's defeat and Prince Rhaegar's death had already spread throughout the Red Keep, and even the entire King's Landing was in a state of panic.

If nothing unexpected happens, the boy in front of them will become Viserys Targaryen III in the future.

however.

All of this is predicated on the Targaryens still being able to hold onto the Iron Throne; otherwise, Viserys' fate awaits...

It will be extremely cruel.

Viserys looked at the old maid expectantly, hoping to get some information out of her.

But in the end, Viserys was only disappointed.

The old maid, her wrinkles deepening as she sighed, then calmly shook her head.

"No."

Chapter 2 Escaping King's Landing

soon.

The old maid led Viserys down from the Meg Tower and into the ballroom on the first floor.

This ballroom, located in the Meg House, was mainly used for royal banquets and balls, and it could accommodate more than a hundred people.

Sunlight streamed through the arched windows, illuminating the silver mirrors in the ballroom, where rows of lit candles flickered gently, making the entire ballroom brightly lit.

The second floor of the ballroom has a long corridor with magnificent wood carvings and exquisite brocades hanging on the thick walls. Two three-headed dragon banners, symbolizing the Targaryen family, hang on either side of the entrance.

The entire Maeger Tower is in fact a castle within a castle, located in the very center of the Red Keep. It has walls and a moat up to twelve feet thick. As a royal residence, its defenses are naturally impenetrable.

Viserys followed the old maid into the ballroom and found that many guards had already gathered there, all preparing their gear and weapons.

Viserys and the old maid walked in, which caught their attention, but they only glanced at them before continuing with their own business.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

A middle-aged man with gray-black hair, wearing leather armor and riding breeches, was also wiping his longsword. When he saw Viserys walk in, he nodded slightly to greet him.

Another Kingsguard, dressed in white robes, heard the sound and turned to look at Viserys.

When Viserys was locked on by the two knights' gazes, his heart tightened slightly and his five fingers under his sleeves clenched gently, but on the surface he remained calm and bowed slightly to greet them politely.

"Hello."

Sir William.

Sir William Darryl was the head instructor of the Red Keep, primarily responsible for training the guards in combat skills and formations. He was also highly skilled in combat himself, otherwise he would not have held such an important position.

His brother is Ser Jon Darryl of the Kingsguard, who served alongside Prince Rhaegar in the suppression of the rebellion. After the Battle of the Trident, his fate remains unknown.

Then Viserys turned to look at the young-looking Kingsguard and nodded in greeting.

"Sir James."

The white-robed knight remained silent, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his gaze shifting strangely over Viserys's figure.

They were walking past him.

Although he had only been a member of the Kingsguard for a short time, he was not very familiar with the members of House Targaryen, especially this second prince.

But since they all lived in the Red Keep and saw each other all the time, he felt that there was something strange about Viserys today that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He seemed to have straightened his back a bit more, and his attitude was a bit more humble.

James gripped the hilt of his sword with all five fingers, then looked away.

Viserys ignored the gazes directed at him. Although his heart was racing, he seemed to have found his rhythm.

He remains resilient even in adversity, a trait he has retained in both his past and present lives.

Viserys approached a seat in the middle of the hall, where a magnificent silver-haired woman sat. He did not look up directly at her, but simply bowed slightly in greeting.

"Mother."

The atmosphere in the ballroom remained serious and heavy, but he had no idea what had happened.

"Viserys".

Then, a weary voice rang out from above Viserys' head.

Queen Leila reached out and wrapped her arms around the boy's waist, gently embracing her son, then rested her head on his cheek.

"My child..."

"I have something terrible to tell you..."

Viserys could clearly feel his mother's body trembling slightly; her voice betrayed that this strong woman had actually reached the breaking point.

Beneath her velvet dress lay red welts, bite marks, and scratches—the marks left on her body by her crazed husband in bed the night before when the devastating news arrived. Yet, Leila Targaryen, this strong woman, persevered.

Although she was devastated by the news of her eldest son's death in battle and the imminent collapse of her nation, coupled with the emotional and physical trauma she had suffered the previous night, she had to pull herself together for the sake of Viserys and the child in her womb.

Fortunately, her husband, despite his madness, retained a sliver of reason and knew that the situation might be beyond saving. He urgently ordered a squad of Red Keep guards to escort Queen Leila and her second son, Viserys, to Dragonstone.

Aerys II himself remained in King's Landing, preparing for a desperate battle with the enemy. He would never hand over the capital intact to the rebels; he was determined to fight the traitors to the death.

Because the rebels were not far from King's Landing.

Although the ravens have brought news that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and a friend of His Majesty the King, has decided to raise an army to defend the King, nothing is certain yet. Therefore, escorting the Queen and the Prince away from King's Landing, such a dangerous place, is the right thing to do.

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Fully armed soldiers protected her on both sides, and maids helped Queen Leila, who was already having difficulty walking, onto the carriage. Then the carriage curtains were drawn, sealing it off completely.

Viserys followed behind his mother, preparing to board the second carriage.

At this moment, a small incident seemed to suddenly occur within the group.