Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

These are all tiny, almost imperceptible details hidden beneath this grand and sweeping grand scheme.

However, these small details often have an impact on the overall situation.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Viserys remained seated, slightly conflicted for a long while, but couldn't come up with a better excuse. In truth, every Iron Alliance has its weaknesses, let alone the Nine Free City-States, which were still fighting amongst themselves.

If you want to find an opportunity, you definitely can.

However, Viserys did not say that, because it would sound like he was making excuses, and what had just happened had served as a wake-up call for him.

There is never as simple a thing as it appears on the surface.

He cannot use "I think" as the basis for judgment and decision-making; he needs to provide concrete evidence to prove the rationality of his claims.

Viserys was glad he wasn't in power yet; if the old man hadn't hesitated and had listened to his advice, it could have had serious consequences.

If the road to the free trade city-state is cut off, then Viserys and his mother will truly have no way out.

Thinking about all this, Viserys even felt a slight chill run down his spine.

Then he looked up and apologized to Sir Jeffrey.

"It was my negligence."

However, the old sir stood in front of the map and, contrary to his usual arrogance, put away his arrogant expression. His expression softened slightly as he accepted Viserys's apology, and then he suddenly spoke.

"However, Your Highness's words have indeed reminded me."

"what?"

Viserys paused for a moment.

He was still basking in the frustration of his failed attempt to make his presence known, but he never expected the old gentleman to say such a thing.

Then the other person continued speaking.

"We really shouldn't just sit here and wait to die."

"Instead, we must take the initiative!"

Chapter 36 The Storm Is Coming

June of the year 284 of the Conquest Calendar.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Thick, dark clouds gathered in the gloomy sky, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

In the distance, what can be seen with the naked eye is a storm brewing, with lightning, thunder, torrential rain, and strong winds.

Amidst this natural disaster, warships spread out in formation on the sea, silently cutting through the waves as they sailed towards the distance.

Viserys stood on the second deck of the Black Death, facing the howling sea wind, his long silver-gold hair fluttering wildly in the wind, revealing his fair forehead.

The boy wore clean and tidy leather armor with metal plates embedded in the chest, abdomen and other key areas to protect vital organs. He wore a short sword at his waist, carried a bow in his hand and a quiver on his back, and looked heroic and dashing.

Meanwhile, on the deck below him, numerous soldiers were busy with their own tasks, lowering the raised sails, securing items that couldn't be dragged to the warehouse, and preparing for the approaching storm.

"A storm is coming."

"Your Highness."

And at this time.

A somewhat hoarse and weathered voice came from behind Viserys; it was Ser Geoffrey, the commander of the Dragonstone fleet.

The old man had changed out of his casual clothes and put on armor, because they were not far from their destination.

Why did you choose this time to launch the attack?

As a veteran who had spent most of his life at sea, Sir Geoffrey was no stranger to storms. Half a month ago, the sky near Dragonstone was already terribly gloomy, and it looked like a big storm was coming.

Sir Geoffrey had originally decided to have all the ships of the Dragonstone fleet remain in port for the next few days, waiting for the storm surge to pass.

Based on the old knight's lifelong experience at sea, storms are not so terrible. As long as you don't go to sea for several days when a storm is coming and secure the boat with ropes, the losses from a storm won't be too great.

However, for some unknown reason, Viserys wanted to launch a surprise attack on the Baratheon fleet, which was still under construction and not yet fully formed, at this time.

His reasoning was that the enemy would never expect them to launch a surprise attack just as the storm was approaching.

At this point, we can destroy all of the enemy's warships in one fell swoop, dealing a heavy blow to the enemy's morale.

This kind of 'attack while they're crossing the river' is more effective than harassing Storm's End from the start to prevent them from building their fleet.

It can also lead the fleet to successfully avoid the attack of this storm surge.

However, although Viserys was eloquent, his words were actually rather dry and lacked substance.

And this is actually a very risky behavior.

But to everyone's surprise, after careful consideration, the old man actually agreed to Viserys's bold and adventurous plan.

So the Dragonstone fleet weighed anchor and set sail, escaping the center of the approaching storm at top speed, passing through the approaching Blackwater Bay and the throat, rounding the sharp point, and sailing into the distance.

At first, everything was fine. The fleet left Dragonstone very early and managed to evacuate before the storm arrived.

However, as the fleet sailed the seas in the following days, the old knight's heart grew colder and colder, and he even felt a little scared.

The fact that the fleet had been sailing for several days and still hadn't escaped the storm's reach demonstrates just how massive the storm would be.

If he had not heeded Viserys's advice and had stubbornly decided to keep the fleet docked in port in the hope that they could weather the storm.

Now, it seems that this royal fleet will suffer a heavy blow and be almost completely swallowed by the sea.

So he was very curious about how Viserys came to this conclusion, and why he would order the fleet to leave Dragonstone for an expedition at such a critical time when the queen was about to give birth.

Did this boy also foresee that this storm would be unprecedentedly huge?

"Could it be that Your Highness has also guessed something?"

The old gentleman asked curiously.

And at this time.

boom--

The sea was turbulent, and the surging waves crashed against the deck. The storm finally caught up with the fleeing Dragonstone fleet after half a month.

wow-

A torrential downpour suddenly descended, venting the pent-up anger of the past few days. Soldiers on the lower deck were frantically securing things on the deck.

Viserys stood above, gripping the railing tightly; the howling sea breeze nearly drowned out their conversation.

The boy strained to hear Sir Jeffrey's words, then shook his head and responded loudly.

"No!"

"I was just guessing!"

However, the old knight was not satisfied with this answer. He gripped the railing tightly, looked up at the dark sky in the distance, and saw the heavy rain pouring down overhead, with strong winds and torrential rain.

"Oh, really?"

She then turned away from the distance, gave the boy a meaningful look.

Since the two met three months ago, Sir Jeffrey has felt that the boy seems to be somewhat magical, sometimes appearing very intelligent and at other times seeming somewhat foolish.

The reason he agreed to Viserys's risky decision to embark on the expedition before the storm was because he had recently received a letter from the Citadel.

The Citadel has maesters who are responsible for observing celestial phenomena, and in recent days they have been sending letters to the cities, islands, and ports along the entire east coast of Westeros.

All of these indicate that, according to the observations of astronomers, the Narrow Sea will soon experience the most powerful storm surge in history.

The maester wearing the bronze maester's collar predicted that the largest storm surge vortex in the history of Westeros would occur near Dragonstone.

The Citadel did not change its attitude despite the change of the Iron Throne. The maesters' purpose was to serve all mankind, and like the brothers of the Night's Watch, they were considered servants of Westeros.

In theory, no bachelor's degree holder should have any political bias.

Therefore, they also sent a letter to Dragonstone, conveying a warning message.

However, Sir Jeffrey did not take it seriously at first.

But as the ominous celestial phenomena became increasingly apparent, the old knight's heart began to pound, yet he ultimately could not make up his mind.

After all, the Queen is about to give birth, and the fleet should be stationed near Dragonstone to guard against any further accidents.

However, Viserys' words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, finally making the old knight make up his mind to lead the fleet away from Dragonstone.

If the entire fleet were to perish in the storm, then the Queen's safety would naturally be at risk.

Chapter 37 Stannis

Inside Windbreak Castle.

A man with a straight back and a resolute face sat at a round wooden table, writing something.

On the clean and tidy table sat a half-burnt white candle, its flame flickering gently in the breeze seeping through the window cracks, casting his shadow on the wall behind him.

The torrential rain outside the window and the noisy sound of the rain made him somewhat irritable.

immediately.

Snapped--

The pen in his hand was accidentally broken, and Stannis's expression turned slightly unpleasant.

He then threw the broken pen barrel directly onto the wall.

For some reason, Stannis was slightly uneasy at this moment, and the sudden break of the pen seemed like a harbinger of something bad happening.

The man's brow furrowed into a knot, then he raised his hand and rubbed his temples with his rough fingers, trying to clear his head.

However, it was to no avail.

Then his pale lips tightened, and Stannis was now preoccupied with worries.

He had long forgotten how to smile, and knew nothing of what joy was.

His elder brother Robert Baratheon is now king, and Storm's End, the traditional fiefdom of House Baratheon, should rightfully be handed over to the next heir.

Of course, the king could retain Storm's End until he selects a worthy successor and then distributes it among the kings.