Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Sir Duran, what's wrong with the dragon?"

The brown-haired noble knight with a scar on his face, known as Sir Durand, watched with a tense expression as Viserion unleashed his fury in the distance, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Someone has angered the dragon..."

"Quickly inform Her Highness the Princess!"

Ser Durand was one of the many newly emerging propertied knights under House Targaryen.

He was an Andal warrior who served in the First Legion and was knighted for his meritorious service in defending against the Dothraki invasion, receiving several fertile fields as his fief.

"understand!"

The soldiers realized what he meant and knew that since the princess could control the dragon, they could only quickly notify Daenerys to calm it down.

The soldiers quickly turned their horses around and spurred them along the main road toward Pentos.

Ser Durand turned to look into the depths of the forest, his expression gradually becoming serious. The scars on his face became somewhat distorted, and his brown hair fluttered in the wind. He then dismounted and placed one hand on the hilt of his sword.

Clang...

The sound of metal scraping against metal rang out. He slowly drew the longsword from his waist, gripped the hilt tightly with one hand, and carefully walked into the woods.

He smelled blood in the air...

His warrior instincts kicked in, and he had a bad feeling. So he ordered his men to go to Pentos for help and to gather troops, while he himself went deep into the Royal Forest to investigate.

Ser Duran is a veteran who has followed Viserys for quite some time, having joined the Targaryen army during the Andalus era.

In addition, he was later assigned the duty of guarding the royal guards, so he had some knowledge of dragons.

Viserion has a very good temper and doesn't get angry easily, so something or someone must have provoked it for it to do such a thing.

rustle...

Footsteps echoed through the woods, and then he discovered the bodies of many patrolling soldiers at the edge of the royal guard.

They lay sprawled on the ground, all bearing obvious external wounds, clearly killed by weapons.

"Someone has trespassed into the Royal Forest; it seems they are the ones who angered the dragon."

Upon seeing this scene, the man with a scar on his face felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly came from ahead, and Sir Duran, who was wearing armor, narrowed his eyes.

"Ok?"

"who?"

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, assumed a defensive stance, and prepared to test his strength against the newcomer.

But Sir Durant had no idea that a red-feathered dart would suddenly fly from the side, piercing through the gaps in the dense forest trees and striking him precisely in the neck.

puff--

The red feathers trembled slightly as the venom of the aconite instantly corroded Sir Duran's blood vessels, numbing his body.

The man with a scar on his face clutched his neck, his face filled with disbelief, before his body collapsed with a thud onto the ground.

Then a faceless figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask, with red and white hair, emerged from the woods.

He walked past Sir Durand, disheveled and panting, along with another companion, dragging a young dragon that was already tightly bound in a net.

The aconite root is highly poisonous, but it hasn't taken his life yet. It has only numbed his body, rendering him unable to move. He can only watch helplessly as his opponent leaves, quietly waiting for his life to slip away.

Chapter 455 The Demise of the Faceless Ones

And not long after.

Tap tap...

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves echoed on the main road outside the Imperial Guard.

"Fire!"

"Quickly, put out the fire first!"

Enraged, Viserion set fire to the Kingswood, and countless Targaryen soldiers, carrying buckets of water, rushed to fight the blaze.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

Princess Daenerys, surrounded and protected by the Unsullied, also personally arrived at the scene.

"Veselyon".

She dismounted and first calmed Viserion down before learning what had happened.

While Viserion was away, a group of uninvited guests invaded the Kingsguard. They attacked five young dragons and took the smallest one, Silver Nugget.

This was something that had never happened before; the three dragons of House Targaryen had never been out together before.

The one who goes out the most is Bellerion. The Black Death's fighting power far exceeds that of his two brothers, and his body length is three times that of them. Therefore, he often participates in battles or flies around with Viserys.

Meanwhile, the brothers Rego and Viserion stayed at home, hunting and fishing, and all those who dared to venture deep into the Kingswood were swallowed whole.

Therefore, by sheer coincidence, this is the first time that the three dragons of House Targaryen have set out at the same time.

Balerion and Rhaegal were on the other side of the Narrow Sea, while Viserion the White Dragon had received orders from Daenerys to come to Pentos to quell the rebellion.

But it was precisely this fleeting opportunity that was seized with pinpoint accuracy by the Targaryen family's enemies.

They dispatched a team of skilled fighters armed with weapons powerful enough to threaten the young dragons, to capture one of the dragons, which was only a few months old. The team succeeded in capturing the dragon and taking one of the young dragons with them.

After learning the whole story, Daenerys's face turned slightly pale. Although she was still young, she understood the importance of dragons to her family.

Her brother entrusted her with such an important task, but she messed it all up.

Her brother had entrusted the family business to Renis, and while Renis had her moments of folly, she had never made such a grave mistake overall.

The silver-haired princess's eyes were red, and she looked like she couldn't hold back her tears. For someone her age to have experienced such a big thing, she was already feeling lost and helpless, but she had no one to rely on. Her brother and Renis were far away, and now she could only rely on herself.

Fortunately, Jon Clinton also received the news and arrived at the scene in time.

At the end of the road, the sound of hooves rang out, and a tall man with grey-red hair arrived, escorted by a few guards. He dismounted the moment he saw Daenerys.

"Your Highness."

When Daenerys saw the arrival of a trustworthy adult, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears, hugging Jon Clinton.

"It's all my fault, Lord Jon. What should we do now?"

The man with gray-red hair felt a pang of pity upon seeing the crying princess, and swallowed back the words of criticism he was about to utter.

This was actually a slight oversight on Daenerys's part; the girl summoned Viserion, leaving the five young dragons of the Kingsguard unprotected.

If it weren't for this incident, it would have been just a minor, insignificant mistake.

But the enemy 'just happened' to seize this opportunity, sending their elite troops to attack the Royal Guard and capturing one of the young dragons. This small mistake turned into a very serious one.

However, seeing the little girl crying her eyes out, Jon Clinton couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He could only ruffle the girl's hair, sigh, and speak.

"This isn't entirely Your Highness's fault; I also made mistakes. I should have sent more soldiers to protect the Imperial Guard, instead of just..."

Jon Clinton’s voice was low, but in reality, given the vast area of ​​the Kingsguard, even an army of ten thousand men could not completely protect the area.

But Jon Clinton didn't finish his sentence. Compared to Princess Anwei's emotions, what was more important now was how to make amends. He then raised his voice slightly and began to speak.

"But now is not the time to give up."

"Your Highness."

“I have sent soldiers to search for suspicious persons along the way and sealed off the port and coast. The baby dragon is not small, and it will not be easy for them to transport it away quietly.”

Jon Clinton took timely remedial measures, searching along the route for the people who attacked the baby dragon and quickly investigating their identities.

However, despite this, Jon Clinton did not have high hopes of finding the baby dragon.

The other side was very well prepared. Since they could accurately predict when Viserion would leave, it shouldn't be difficult for them to arrange for someone to meet him on the outside.

The most difficult part of the plan—capturing the dragon—was successful. Moving a young dragon that was only one meter long was quite easy; a skilled smuggling gang could do it.

However, although Jon Clinton did not have high hopes of finding the baby dragon now, he was not panicked, because he knew that someone would definitely find the baby dragon's whereabouts.

"Hatred will be extinguished by blood and fire."

Jon Clinton spoke with a rare murderous intent, saying that no matter who the enemy was, since they had crossed the line, they had to wash away their sins with blood and fire.

...

On the coast near Pentos.

A merchant ship flying the Tyrosi flag appears to have been temporarily stranded here due to some unforeseen event.

Then a horse-drawn carriage covered in black cloth sped up, and people unloaded a large wooden crate from the carriage and carried it onto the merchant ship. The merchant ship, which had been docked for a long time, hurriedly weighed anchor and set sail for the north.

On the ship's deck, the leader of the Faceless Ones removed his mask, revealing a handsome but weathered face with a slight stubble and a pair of deep, pale blue eyes filled with weariness.

His last companion chose to flee in another direction to draw away the pursuers.

He was eventually caught up by Targaryen cavalry, who cut off his head, leaving him all alone.

The Faceless Ones' assassins mobilized in droves, but ended up almost entirely wiped out. Apart from him, only the 'Kind Person' who was responsible for training new recruits and the 'Wandering Child' who mixed poisons remained in the organization.

The Faceless Ones, an organization renowned for millennia, is on the verge of extinction, all for the sake of this young dragon...

What will it bring? Will it allow the nobles of Braavos to attempt to control dragons and gain dominance over the skies, or will it enable them to study the characteristics of dragons and develop weapons specifically designed to counter these creatures?

Is it worth it?

Jaqen H'ghar looked at the silver dragon cub in the cage, its feet bound.

Its scales were dull and lifeless, and it seemed to have stopped struggling, becoming much quieter. It lay quietly in its cage, its eyes also gazing at the other.

However, at that moment, Jaqen Hjal suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He sensed an unprecedented crisis in the young dragon's eyes and immediately stood up from his chair.

Chapter 456 The Turmoil of the Emperor's Arrival

Meanwhile, in faraway Westeros.

On the Kings Road, which leads straight to King's Landing.