Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

A little girl with brown hair suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the guards, unaware of what was going on, ignored her.

Sir William, who was in charge of the team, hesitated for a moment, then sighed and ultimately chose to remain silent.

The little brown-haired girl ran to Viserys's car, tugged at his clothes, and looked up with her cute little face, as if asking where they were going and why they weren't taking her with them.

"Let's go..."

Viserys recognized the girl from his memory, but he hesitated for a moment and clenched his fist.

He knew that he didn't even have a clear understanding of the situation yet, and rationally speaking, he shouldn't create unnecessary complications.

but...

The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind. He then reached out and pulled the little girl up, leading her directly into the carriage.

Then a small black cat that came from behind easily jumped onto the roof of the carriage.

"Hey! Bellerion!"

The little girl inside the carriage screamed excitedly, only to have Viserys quickly cover her mouth.

"Mmm..."

The boy inside the carriage glanced nervously outside, then pulled the curtains back up and whispered some instructions in her ear.

"Hey…"

"Quiet down, Renis."

finally.

Gollum-

As the wheels rolled on the stone road, the horses' hooves made a soft thud on the ground.

The knights gripped their weapons tightly, and the procession hurriedly opened the gates, escorting the two carriages.

We left the Red Castle and headed for the distance.

Chapter 3 The Dragon Slayer

...

Before Viserys helped Renis into the carriage, he glanced back and saw a woman holding a child inside an open window in the upper floor of the Magorium.

Brown hair, black eyes, her delicate body swaying slightly in the wind, she held a baby in her arms.

Viserys knew that she was his brother’s wife, Elijah Martell, the princess of Dorne, and that she was holding his nephew Aegon Targaryen.

However, his mind was now foggy, and he forced himself to accept the situation of having to escape as soon as he arrived in this world, holding the little girl in his arms and telling her not to be too active.

He had no time to think about why his father had detained Ilya and her two children in King's Landing.

They clearly had the opportunity to escape with him.

However, with the rebel army about to besiege the city, staying in King's Landing meant danger, so Viserys made a last-minute risky decision to take Renesas with him just before the group was about to depart.

He didn't even know if his father would send troops to bring them back.

Or perhaps his small act of altering history, like flapping the wings of a butterfly, will lead to what happens in the future.

But he has only done a little bit of his work, which is at least morally acceptable.

If the men in the golden robes were to come after them and forcibly take Renee away, he might not have the courage to stand up and stop them.

"set off!"

Standing atop the Meg Tower, Ilya watched as her daughter, by chance, boarded Viserys's carriage and left the Red Keep. Her already frail body swayed slightly, her eyes reddening as glistening tears streamed down her cheeks.

She had a premonition that this would be her last goodbye to her daughter.

...

Because the seas are not very calm these days, storms have been brewing lately.

The escort for the Queen and Prince could have sailed directly from King's Landing to Dragonstone, but after careful consideration, Sir William ultimately chose to travel by land to minimize the sea journey.

The fact that the king burned the soldier who brought the bad news did not stop the news from leaking out. The Red Keep was already riddled with holes, and now the news of the defeat of the main royal army and the death of Rhaegar Targaryen had spread throughout King's Landing.

The rebel army advanced menacingly towards King's Landing.

In an instant, the metropolis of over a million people was plunged into panic, with fear gripping the city and the shadow of war looming over King's Landing.

The escorting party set off from the Red Keep, crossed Aegon Hill, and along the way, heavily armed soldiers dispersed the chaotic crowds.

There were no Targaryen insignia on the carriage, and the curtains were drawn, so it was impossible to see which noble person was sitting inside.

"Go away!"

The soldiers urged their warhorses to disperse the pedestrians on the street, and their leather whips lashed down mercilessly.

Snapped--

The noisy and chaotic crowd suddenly became orderly under the whip, and was driven to the sides of the road amidst howls and screams, making way for the convoy.

Queen Leila's carriage led the way, followed closely by Viserys and Renis's carriages.

The boy gently pulled open a crack in the road and saw the scenery outside. The carriage, surrounded by soldiers, weaved through the narrow streets. Looking up from here, one could see a hill overlooking King's Landing in the distance, where the Targaryen family's dragon lairs were located.

"That's Renis Hills over there."

Sitting in the carriage, Viserys had to find a topic to distract the little girl, Renesas, who was excitedly thinking they were going on a picnic.

And this landmark, which shares her name with her, is undoubtedly the best topic of conversation between the two little ones.

Sure enough, the brown-haired girl, holding her little black cat Bellerion, looked over expectantly.

To her disappointment, the hill was not built for her by her loving father.

Viserys racked his brains to recall the knowledge he had learned from history books during this time, thankfully he also possessed the ability to remember everything he saw.

Then he told the little girl the story of Aegon the Conqueror and his sister and young queen, Rhaenys, which took place more than two hundred years ago.

The Hill of Renesas was named by the queen's husband, Aegon Targaryen, in memory of his sister who died in battle, and a memorial shrine was built for her. However, the shrine was destroyed in a riot in later years and replaced by a dragon's lair.

The little brown-haired girl, holding a kitten, listened with great interest. When she heard the news that the queen, who shared her name, had died in battle after falling from a dragon, she couldn't help but shed some tears.

"I also want to find a husband who loves me like that in the future."

"Viserys".

Renis's eyes were a little red, and she sobbed softly. She seemed to have taken the situation to heart and connected her own fate with that of Queen Renis. After all, the two shared the same name, making it easy to sympathize with each other.

In addition, at this innocent and romantic age, the little girl loves to listen to stories and is prone to daydreaming, while also having some expectations for the future.

However, she was unaware that her father had died in battle. The name Renis seemed to carry some kind of curse, and her current fate was not much better than that of the little queen more than two hundred years ago, so she could not evoke any pity or sympathy.

Because the little girl is only three or four years old and has not received strict court etiquette training, she forgot that she should call Viserys 'uncle' instead of calling him 'brother' or calling him by his name simply because they are of similar age.

"He would even bravely kill a dragon for me."

The story of dragon slayers has always existed in biographical novels, so it's normal to have fantasies about it.

Rene's stubbornly raised face and delicate chin, even with a hint of tears, as she spoke earnestly about such unrealistic fantasies, still made one want to laugh.

Viserys gave an awkward but polite smile.

Gollum-

The carriage wheels kept turning and making noise; they were not far from leaving King's Landing.

The pursuers sent by his father had not yet arrived, and it seemed that his father had tacitly approved of him taking Renis away.

After all, whatever the father's purpose in detaining Princess Ilya Martai and her son, having someone more important made the presence or absence of one little girl insignificant, especially since she was his own granddaughter.

Viserys felt much more relaxed, then reached out and ruffled the little girl's brown hair, which she had inherited from her mother, until it was a bit messy before speaking.

"There are no more dragons in the world."

"Renes".

"The last dragon has been dead for over a century."

As he spoke, Viserys gazed at the distant Rhaenys Hills, silently reflecting on his inner thoughts.

If House Targaryen still had dragons, perhaps they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Chapter 4 Swordsmanship

Then.

Escorted by soldiers, two carriages without family insignia passed through King's Landing. Instead of going through the more magnificent steel gate, they chose to take a detour and quietly leave King's Landing through the Dragon Gate.

A caravan set off on Rossby Road, heading straight for Duskwood. Sir William decided to take a boat from Duskwood to Dragonstone.

Meanwhile, a large ship also set sail from King's Landing's port as a distraction.

The middle-aged coach had his own considerations. He knew that King's Landing and even the Red Keep were already riddled with holes and had been infiltrated by various spies.

All the news that was being discussed among the ministers in the throne room in the morning could be circulating in the dirtiest flea beds by the afternoon.

His Majesty Aerys's move to withdraw the Red Keep guards was no small matter; it would be truly miraculous if the news of the Queen and Prince's relocation could be kept secret.

So, after careful consideration, Sir William made a confusing choice.

Taking a boat from King's Landing straight to Dragonstone is undoubtedly the best route, even though there have been some recent storms at sea.

Another route is to travel by land from Duskwood to Dragonstone by boat.

However, Westeros is now fragmented and rebels are rampant. After leaving King's Landing, there may not be a truly safe place outside.

His decision to travel by land was actually quite risky.

"By the Seven Gods."

The Red Keep coach placed his rough fingers on his forehead and gently massaged it. They believed that the forehead was the dwelling place of the soul, and that sincere prayers made there would be heard by the gods.

"I hope everything goes well."

...

Time flies.

One day later.