Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

News of the royal fleet's annihilation at the port has spread throughout King's Landing.

The news spread like wildfire, and everyone was saying that the Targaryens were about to make a comeback.

And in the distance.

Viserys and the victorious Dragonstone fleet have also begun their journey home.

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Cutting through the waves, it sailed towards the distance.

Chapter 43 Return

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The warship broke through the calm sea and sailed quietly under the afternoon sun.

After the storm, the sea was as calm as a dignified young woman. The smooth, mirror-like surface reflected the golden sunlight, and the gentle sea breeze, like a young woman's delicate hand, lightly brushed against a boy's cheek.

Viserys remained standing on the highest deck of the Black Death, feeling the gentle caress of the sea breeze. His silver-gold curls fluttered in the wind, and his adorable face was filled with tranquility.

This was the first time since he came into this world that he felt a little relieved of the anxiety that had been hanging over him.

Unlike the old scholar's previous advice, this time Viserys truly felt that the sense of crisis that had once been like a thorn in his side had been temporarily relieved.

At least the immediate threat was temporarily eliminated after this battle, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief and have more time to catch his breath.

We're almost at Dragonstone.

And at this time.

Cheers erupted from the soldiers on the lower deck; they had spotted the familiar island and knew they were close to returning home.

In fact, not many of the soldiers in this fleet came from Dragonstone; the majority were recruited from the royal domains near King's Landing.

Some even came from other regions, such as the Western Frontier, Highgarden, Stormlands, and even some mercenaries from the Eastern Continent across the Narrow Sea.

For these soldiers, the concept of home has long been blurred.

They were all poor people. In such an era, unless one was a nobleman, it was almost impossible to get ahead. Being tall and strong enough to become a soldier was already considered a decent way out.

At least they can rob others without worrying about bandits daring to attack them.

For example, in King's Landing, becoming a Gold Robe not only requires physical fitness, but also necessitates bribing the recruiting officer with a considerable sum of money, which is a significant amount for a commoner.

The soldiers are now cheering because they have finally returned to Dragonstone. They have survived this war and, after living on a ship for so long, they have become numb and long to return to land.

Viserys was secretly delighted, a feeling clearly reflected in his beautiful pale purple eyes.

Then the silver-haired boy, holding onto the railing, turned his head to look at the other side.

According to the nautical charts, the fleet is passing by the side of the horn, traversing the throat, one of the main sea lanes between the Eastern Continent and Westeros.

"Is that... Chaotou Island?"

Viserys stood on the deck, his small hands gripping the railing, gazing at the outlines of the islands that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

He then turned to the soldier beside him and asked him with some curiosity.

"Yes, Your Highness."

A black-haired soldier with a slightly chubby face and a long sword hanging at his waist, wearing leather armor, nodded hurriedly.

The old knight is now resting in his cabin, accompanied by Viserys's clerk, who handles his paperwork.

The old knight replaced the old guards, and now this slightly overweight clerk is responsible for protecting Viserys's safety and answering some questions for him.

I wonder what considerations led the old knight to make this arrangement.

Perhaps the guards were incompetent, or perhaps Viserys really had a lot of problems.

What now came into view of the fleet was the outline of an island, and the soldiers cheered because they had seen it.

Before setting off, visibility at sea was very low due to the approaching storm, and Viserys did not see the island that was so close at hand.

But he also knew the other person's name.

Chaotou Island.

Tidehead Island was supposed to be a vassal of the Duke of Dragonstone, whose owners were the Valerian family, who also had Valyrian blood.

They once had a close relationship with the Targaryen family, with frequent marriage alliances, but this relationship ended after Aegon III.

House Valerian was once one of the most powerful families on the Westeros seas, but it suffered a heavy blow during the Dance of the Dragons and eventually declined.

These were all explained to Viserys by Maester Daniel, who instructed Viserys to thoroughly study the family histories of each family and memorize their crests and maxims.

And now.

The Valerian family has not openly sided with the usurpers, but they have also refused Dragonstone's invitation, seemingly choosing to remain neutral.

Viserys remembered that when he and his mother had just arrived at Dragonstone, Queen Leila had summoned all the subjects of Dragonstone, but in fact no one responded to Queen Leila's call.

Although Chaotou Island is very close to Longshi Island, it did not respond at all, as if it had not heard or seen anything.

Viserys, of course, understood the choice of his distant relative.

However, while expressing his understanding, he also had to be wary of his neighbor's potential betrayal.

"The Valerian also have a fleet."

And at this time.

A voice came from behind Viserys and the administrator.

The old knight came out of the cabin and heard the two men talking, while the two men on the deck turned around.

"Morford Valerian was also a warmonger."

Sir Jeffrey's white hair fluttered in the wind, and his weathered face was marked with age spots. He held his belt with one hand and gazed into the distance.

"But unfortunately, the fleet may have already been lost at sea, and Count Morford has also lost his courage."

Viserys could hear the faint sarcasm in the old man's voice. He was slightly curious, but did not press the matter further.

This unprecedented storm destroyed any ships in the area, not even a single plank, and many islands were submerged by the tsunami.

The old man's words were also telling Viserys not to worry about the Valerian family; he seemed to have sensed a hidden meaning in Viserys's words.

The Targaryen fleet passed by Tidehead Island without landing or even saying hello, yet it sent chills down the spines of the islanders.

Viserys stood on the deck, at the closest point to the island, and finally saw the panicked figures of the people on the castle, a throng of heads, all seemingly looking in this direction.

They feared that the Targaryen fleet would raid Tidehead Island because of their previous silence.

However, neither Sir Jeffrey nor Viserys had such intentions.

The fleet's close passage past Chaotou Island was merely a warning to the island's treacherous people, a testament to their great victory.

It's best to make a choice carefully.

The Targaryen fleet then sailed off into the distance.

Chao Tou Island is very close to Long Shi Island, less than 30 nautical miles away.

In less than half a day.

As the sun set, the fleet finally broke through the crimson glow of the sea and returned to Dragonstone.

Chapter 44 Crying

The fleet's return from its expedition naturally caused a sensation on Dragonstone.

In fact, news of this great victory had already spread on the wings of ravens during the fleet's return journey.

It first caused a great uproar in King's Landing. When there are many people, problems are bound to arise. King's Landing has a dense and diverse population, so the news spread very quickly.

But the Golden Robe Clan hadn't had a few days of peace before they were once again in chaos, arresting people everywhere.

The news then spread from King's Landing, carried by merchant ships that stopped at Dragonstone to rest between the two continents, even before the Targaryen fleet arrived.

The Targaryen fleet annihilated all the Baratheon ships at the Battle of Shipwreck Bay, but the rumors, passed down by word of mouth, evolved into several other unreliable versions.

One theory is that the Targaryen royal family awakened the sleeping Valyrian Dragon Aspect on Dragonstone, while another theory is that they unearthed a treasure left behind by their ancestors.

The last one is even more fantastical. Legend has it that Prince Viserys awakened the bone dragons through a blood sacrifice on Dragonstone, and then personally rode the dragons to reenact Aegon's conquest of Westeros, burning Storm's End.

However, despite the various rumors, the most credible one was that Viserys actually stood before everyone.

The fleet sailed into the port and, after some twists and turns, finally docked and secured the ships.

Viserys stood at the bow of the ship, surrounded by numerous soldiers waiting to disembark. His long, silver-gold hair flowed in the wind, and the boy, still clad in leather armor, looked dashing and heroic.

A pair of pale purple eyes gazed into the distance, then lowered her head to look at the crowd below.

As the eye of the storm, Dragonstone naturally suffered a very severe blow. Now, within Viserys's sight, Dragonstone seems to have undergone a major transformation from what he remembers.

Trees were torn apart, the land was churned into mud, and the bare island now looked even more rugged, as if it had been ruthlessly ravaged.

Meanwhile, the distant volcano was still emitting billowing white smoke, and it appeared that many rocks had tumbled down from the mountain. The small fishing village not far from the port was severely impacted by the landslides.

Many of the rocks that washed down the mountain are still stuck in the village, destroying houses and the already pitiful amount of arable land.

In the small fishing village, Viserys also saw many houses with white cloths hanging, indicating that family members had died in the storm.

This small fishing village is the only source of population on Dragon Stone Island.

Their livelihood also depended on fishing at the port of Dragonstone, but now the port is in ruins and some planks are still floating on the sea.

Viserys looked down and saw soldiers working hard to repair the ship, shouting and coordinating with those above to pull the ropes and bring it to shore.

And below, in the welcoming crowd.

Sir Shad, the acting steward and lord of Dragonstone, looked somewhat unpleasant for some reason.

Beside him stood Sir William Darryl, the former Red Keep coach who had risked his life to protect Leila and her son.

The two of them stood at the front, while the instructor held the little girl Renis's hand, and behind them were servants and soldiers.

Viserys stood on the ship and looked down a few times before following Sir Jeffrey, surrounded by a group of soldiers, as they disembarked from the Black Death.

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My footsteps trod on the wooden gangway, one step at a time.