Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, mercenaries who live a life of constant danger will naturally show no mercy.

The burly man swung his axe again, decapitating the guard without him even letting out a scream.

puff--

The guard's head was severed and rolled to the ground, blood gushing out as if it were free.

The headless corpse slumped against the wall, collapsing to the ground.

Meanwhile, Viserys had already escaped to the spiral staircase on the third floor of the Stone Drum Tower.

He was panting heavily when he turned around and saw this scene.

The brave guard bought him enough time with his life, but was killed by the ruthless enemy in just a few moves.

Viserys watched as his enemy strode toward him once again, and felt a slight chill run down his spine.

"Damn it..."

The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth slightly, then turned tail and ran away again.

Chapter 28 Hiding

Viserys is being hunted down by three ruthless mercenaries.

On the other side...

Queen Leila, heavily pregnant, had laboriously returned to her bedroom. Two maids helped her remove her cumbersome outer garments and change into pure white velvet pajamas before carefully lying down on the soft bed.

"My child..."

Her long, silver-gold hair was draped over her shoulders. The woman lay quietly on the bed, her beautiful pale purple eyes gazing at the ceiling above her.

Her eyes still held a lingering sadness, and she stroked her swollen belly with one hand, looking slightly dazed.

Leila's mental state is really worrying right now; she even gets angry at Viserys for no reason or bursts into tears for no apparent reason.

The woman had suffered too many blows and was showing signs of madness.

Leila is currently in a relatively clear mental state.

"I really don't know if bringing you into this world was the right or wrong thing to do."

The nation and its people were destroyed.

As time went by, Leila also knew that Robert Baratheon on the other side of Blackwater Bay would not let her and her son off so easily.

The warships outside are currently engaged in battle; it's possible that the navy built by Baratheon has already caught up with them.

Leila herself was just a weak woman. She didn't understand the situation of the war, and she rarely got involved in politics while staying in the Red Keep. She was completely unaware of the so-called big picture.

However, she also understood that the barren Dragonstone Island had neither manpower nor resources, and it was impossible to defend it.

But where should we go?

She was unwilling to give up Dragonstone, and even resisted it so much that she was going crazy, because giving up Dragonstone would be tantamount to withdrawing from Westeros and acknowledging the change of the Iron Throne.

She was afraid that the string in her heart would snap, and hope would vanish.

However, at present...

She somewhat regretted bringing the child into the world; his or her fate in the future might not even be as good as that of an ordinary person.

But... now that it's so big, it's impossible for Leila to give up the child.

This is the motivation that allows a woman who has lost all hope to continue living.

Next to Queen Leila's bedroom were the rooms where the maids lived, and several guards stood watch in the corridor.

This location is situated on the upper level of the main castle at Dragonstone. From here, going up the stone steps will take you to the Picture Table Hall, the place where Aegon I devised his plans to conquer Westeros.

Shouts of killing were deafening from the outside world.

"May the seven gods protect you."

Leila Targaryen lay on the bed, her long, silver-gold hair flowing freely, her high breasts rising and falling gently, then she touched her brow with her finger and prayed softly.

I pray that this war will be won.

As Leila lay in bed lost in thought, a sudden change occurred outside the bedroom door. First, shouts of enemy attack came from downstairs, alerting the guards stationed outside the bedroom.

"Who goes there!"

Immediately afterwards, the guards responsible for protecting the queen seemed to have noticed something, and then drew their longswords and shouted loudly.

next second.

The clanging of weapons and screams erupted outside Queen Leila's bedroom door.

"what happened?"

Queen Leila, who was pregnant, was startled by the sudden commotion outside and quickly sat up in bed, pulling her clothes together.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he was frightened once again.

Leila hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since the War of the Usurper began. In the past few years, especially in the last six months since she fled to Dragonstone, she has lived in constant fear, terrified that her deadly enemy will be upon her at any moment.

"Could it be that the fleet has already been defeated?"

Leila thought that the fleet loyal to the Targaryens had suffered a defeat and that the enemy had already stormed Dragonstone.

"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"

However, a fierce battle was raging outside the bedroom door, and no one could answer Queen Leila's question.

boom--

The next moment, the wooden door to the bedroom shattered with a crash.

A soldier from Dragonstone collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, with an axe stuck in his chest.

...

The mercenary group that came to attack accurately located Queen Leila and Viserys, and a fierce battle ensued.

Meanwhile, Viserys was still trying to evade the enemy's pursuit.

A completely dark room, where Viserys was swallowed by darkness, was uninhabited and filled with the smell of decaying dust.

Call ~

Call ~

The silver-haired boy hid in a dilapidated wooden box, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, leaving only a tiny gap for him to observe the outside world.

He had just been chased by mercenaries and fled in panic, then hid in this uninhabited house, hoping to deceive them.

However, to Viserys' dismay, the voices of mercenaries could be heard outside the house.

"That damn brat runs pretty fast!"

Viserys was running very fast, so they blocked him from both sides, trying to catch him.

However, they were surprised to find no one there, which meant that the silver-haired boy had not escaped and must be hiding in one of the rooms.

"Humph--"

“He’s hiding here, he can’t escape. Search every room!”

The tall mercenary, his face smeared with paint, waved his hand, ordering his two remaining companions to each search a house, try to find the little bastard quickly, and then take his head to complete the mission.

"Find him, and then take care of him!"

After all, the longer they stay here, the more dangerous it becomes.

“I should have gone to Driss’s side. I hate harming children.”

Another mercenary, whose face was covered with a black cloth, whose leather armor was tattered, and whose waist had a short sword, spread his hands and complained.

"Why didn't you let me take such a cushy job dealing with the Queen? Maybe I could even..."

"hey-hey…"

The mercenary reeked of not having showered in a long time, then let out a strange chuckle, revealing yellowed teeth that made one want to vomit.

The atmosphere has become much more relaxed.

Having dealt with the guards in the castle, they felt that killing Viserys was a sure thing. What could a seven-year-old child do even if he hid?

He was holding a large toothpick in his hand.

What's up? Want me to pick your teeth?

However, the tall mercenary didn't have time to joke with this disgusting guy. He just glared at him, then opened a door and went inside to search for Viserys.

Another mercenary, skilled with a crossbow, was also getting impatient. He was also short-tempered and glanced at the man before speaking.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

The mercenaries' voices were exceptionally clear in front of the door where Viserys was hiding.

Then the door creaked open.

Viserys hid inside the box, his heart pounding, gripping tightly the short sword that had been custom-made for him.

Through the small opening, I could see the firelight in the corridor and the man who had just walked in.

He was also holding a crossbow in his hands.

Chapter 29 Killing the Enemy

"It's that guy with the crossbow."

Viserys hid in the box, barely daring to breathe, clutching the 'big toothpick' tightly in his hand.

His fingernails were turning white from gripping the box so tightly, and his heart was pounding. He continued to observe the other person through the small crack in the box.

The room was pitch black, with only a sliver of light coming in from the corridor through the open door.

The man holding the crossbow had not yet noticed the unassuming, dilapidated wooden box tucked away in the corner of the storage room.

wow-

The man kicked at the debris on the ground, stirring up a little dust, which made him cough a few times. He then muttered a curse to himself before speaking in a slightly threatening tone.