Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys stepped off the warship, and the crowd that had been waiting for him at the port below saw the silver-haired boy disembark and immediately knelt down without uttering a sound.

"Ok?"

Viserys, who was walking down a makeshift wooden gangway, was slightly taken aback when he saw this scene. He didn't know what was happening or why everyone was doing this.

However, just as she was about to ask a question, she was interrupted by Renis, who broke free from the instructor's grasp and ran over.

The little brown-haired girl hugged Viserys tightly, tears welling up in her eyes instantly. Viserys, holding Renis, felt his shoulder being wet with the girl's tears, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.

"Renis..."

As the sun set, the boy half-squatted on the ground, embracing Renis, and gently pursed his slightly chapped lips.

Then he opened his mouth again, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

But in the end, I chose not to ask.

By the time the fleet arrived at Dragonstone, it was already evening. The loading and unloading of the spoils of war, coupled with the severe damage to the port caused by the storm, meant that the ships had to be secured before they could disembark. By then, it was completely dark.

The group walked along the rugged, winding mountain path, torches illuminating their way.

Tap tap...

Fully armed guards on both sides protected their 'little king,' holding torches high in their hands. The blazing flames danced in the wind, casting long shadows.

The group remained silent, seemingly unaffected by the joy of victory, their mouths tightly shut and saying nothing.

As the temperature on the island dropped somewhat at night, Viserristo wore a black cloak.

The boy's long, silver-gold hair cascaded down his soft cloak, swaying gently in the wind, while his right hand held Renis's small hand tightly.

Sir William.

And at this time.

Viserys remained silent for a long time. This was the first time he had spoken since disembarking. He seemed to have a premonition of something, but he hesitated to ask.

Now that things have come to this point, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned to look at the coach walking beside him.

"My mother..."

Queen Leila did not come to the port, and Viserys already guessed what was going on.

After all, this was a predetermined fate.

He tried hard to change things, to cure his mother's heartache, to untangle her knots, and even to make her laugh and cheer her up.

However, things are unpredictable. Many things that did not appear in Viserys's memory did appear in this reality.

Queen Leila suffered a series of shocks and blows, including the death of the old scholar and the subsequent assassination attempt.

The coach's face darkened slightly. He heard Viserys's words, then silently shook his head without saying anything, but Viserys understood everything.

My heart skipped a beat as if struck by a heavy blow, and I instantly plummeted to the bottom.

He already knew; he had already guessed it.

However, when the situation actually came to light, it still severely impacted his emotions.

Viserys stepped onto the next stone step, then abruptly stopped halfway up the mountain.

He held Renis's hand with one hand, but his palm trembled slightly involuntarily. His thin body bent over as if he had caught a cold and was about to cough violently, while he covered his mouth with his other hand.

"cough--"

The torchlight cast a shadow, and he tried hard to hold back his tears.

He didn't want Renis or the people around him to see him crying.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Chapter 45 Burial

Under the deep of night.

Viserys stood quietly on the hillside.

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A black, fluffy cape fluttered in the wind, and slightly curled hair brushed against her pale purple eyes.

This is the sunny side of the active volcano on Dragonstone. Because it is currently summer, in June or July, the temperature on Dragonstone is very high, and Queen Leila's body could not be preserved, so she did not wait for Viserys' return.

As the acting lord of Dragonstone and the steward appointed by Prince Rhaegar, Duke of Dragonstone, the bastard son of Dorne led the island's inhabitants in holding a funeral for Queen Leila.

This is where the queen, whose life was full of hardships and changes, was buried.

"A mother's nature is cheerful and lively; she should be accompanied by sunshine, breeze, and white clouds."

Viserys stood at the very front and spoke abruptly, his voice carried far away by the wind.

But... there was billowing white smoke above Queen Leila's tombstone.

"Fire and blood are of the same origin" is a motto of the Targaryen family. It is not surprising that Queen Rhaela, as a Targaryen, would choose to be neighbors with fire after her death. Therefore, Viserys had no objection to the location of his mother's burial.

Viserys stood at the very front, surrounded by numerous guards, with Ser Shad, the acting lord of Dragonstone, standing behind him.

He had a yellow headscarf wrapped around his head, and some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then he squinted slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became even deeper.

Sir Shad stared at Viserys's retreating figure, slightly lost in thought.

The coach standing next to him noticed this keenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he gave the other man a deep look.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He then looked away and turned his gaze back to Queen Leila's tombstone.

Viserys didn't say much in front of the tombstone, he just sat quietly for a while, and then stood up.

She appeared even calmer than when she first heard the news, showing no excitement, only a hidden sadness in her heart.

"let's go."

The silver-haired boy spoke calmly, tilting his head slightly. In the torchlight, half of Viserys' handsome face was illuminated, while the other half was shrouded in darkness and could not be clearly seen, except for his exceptionally bright eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guards, upon hearing Viserys's words, quickly agreed.

Their title changed from 'Your Highness' to 'Your Majesty' at some point.

But Viserys didn't care at all. Having the title but no power made no difference whether he was a prince or a king.

He doesn't care about an empty title.

He would even prefer to shed these titles and become an ordinary person if he could, but reality does not allow him to do so.

Even if he relinquishes the title of king, as long as he retains the Targaryen name and the hot blood of the 'Dragon Lords' still flows in his veins, the Baratheon family will never let him go.

Viserys could not escape, and even escaping would not guarantee him a dignified death.

Therefore, he had no choice but to bravely fight against his opponent, using swords, fists, or even teeth to tear at them, in order to continue fighting for a chance to survive and gain a foothold.

"Viserys".

At this moment, the coach who had been standing behind him without saying a word suddenly spoke.

There's something...

William Darryl suddenly spoke, even forgetting that he should now address Viserys as His Majesty.

For some reason, the acting lord of Dragonstone swallowed hard, then reached for his waist.

Among the guards holding torches, several exchanged glances silently, seemingly noticing the tension in each other's eyes.

Viserys heard the coach's voice and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Her long, silver-gold hair, slightly curled, was blown about by the wind.

Then, seeing the other person's hesitant expression, he raised his hand to interrupt the coach's next words.

"I understand what you're talking about, Sir."

Viserys interrupted the coach.

"I'm tired now."

"We can talk about it tomorrow."

The coach was about to say something but was cut off by Viserys. He choked slightly, but the two of them looked at each other and he saw a different color in the boy's light purple eyes.

Viserys said he knew?

But how did he know that just after he got back?

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged coach frowned slightly, but after careful consideration, he finally decided not to continue.

He had just exchanged a glance with Viserys, and he trusted Viserys' own judgment.

Meanwhile, the guards on the other side, along with Sir Shad, breathed a slight sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

They didn't know what the former Red Keep coach wanted to say to Viserys, or whether this man had discovered their plan, but now was not a good time to launch it.

In close combat, William Darryl's swordsmanship was the biggest obstacle to their plan.

William Darryl's brilliance was overshadowed by his brother, who was a member of the Kingsguard, but his swordsmanship should not be underestimated.

His brother, Jon Darryl, former Kingsguard of Aerys II, might not be able to get away with it either.

Even though this knight, who could fight on both horseback and foot, was now suffering from recurring old injuries and was somewhat weak and sickly, he was still not someone that these few people could deal with.

Moreover, there are more people on the other side here now.

Afterwards, the group, each with their own agenda, descended the active volcano and returned to Dragonstone.

Viserys was already quite tired; he hadn't slept a wink all day on the ship, and now it was the dead of night.

But the silver-haired boy still insisted on taking a look at his sister, Daenerys Targaryen, who was being cared for by a wet nurse found from who-knows-where.

That girl who will become famous in the future.

Viserys went to the wet nurse's room. She was a native of Dragonstone who had recently given birth and had milk, so the guards of Dragonstone had brought her to feed Princess Daenerys.

The silver-haired boy stood in front of the small crib, forcing himself to look intently at the little girl lying in the soft swaddling clothes despite his exhaustion.