Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Step back!"

"Everyone! Do not attempt to storm the convoy!"

Under the bright sunshine, the procession marched through the roads of King's Landing, with golden robes on both sides maintaining order.

The Unsullied Legion, clad in black dragonscale armor and armed with round shields and spears, stood in neat formation, ready for battle. This put considerable pressure on many spies observing Viserys from the shadows, leaving them somewhat uncertain about the future.

The Targaryen army was a battle-hardened force, and the spirit and the invisible pressure they carried were impossible to conceal.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! Look at me!"

"King Viserys!"

"Long live House Targaryen!"

Cheers erupted all around, and a prostitute on the second floor deliberately bared her breasts and posed seductively at Viserys. When the king's gaze swept over them, the people raised their hands in delight. For the people of King's Landing, the Targaryen family was a deeply ingrained concept of the royal family of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ironically, no matter how much the Mad King caused trouble and was betrayed by half of the nobles of the seven kingdoms, he did not have a significant impact on the common people. In fact, the people believed that he burned many nobles who deserved to die anyway.

However, after King Robert, who upheld justice and overthrew the Mad King's rule, came to power, he easily squandered the remaining silver in the national treasury and owed millions of gold dragons to the Lannisters, Tyrells, the Church, the Iron Bank, and Tyrosh's trading houses. This resulted in a massive national debt, leaving the country riddled with problems and significantly impacting the livelihoods of the people.

The subsequent war between the wildlings and the White Walkers in the south further ignited all these conflicts, which is why Viserys was able to gain so much support so easily after arriving in King's Landing.

Amid cheers and shouts from both sides of the road, and falling flowers, the long convoy finally arrived at the marble pulpit in front of the Great Cathedral of Baylor.

Viserys dismounted, and the heavy wheels rattled as the magnificent carriage carrying the bride came to a stop before the steps.

Viserys, being a gentleman, lifted the carriage curtain and led Princess Dorne by the hand as they stepped down from the carriage.

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, but Viserys did not linger. With the Unsullied holding up their shields and protecting him closely, he led his bride by the hand up the steps of the Great Cathedral of Baelor and entered through the main entrance.

The major nobles from the seven kingdoms who had come from the Red Keep to surrender with His Majesty the King also dismounted and poured in through the side gate.

Next came the king's wedding, which only the princes and nobles of the seven kingdoms could witness. However, the common people who had gathered outside still did not disperse, crowding around the Great Cathedral of Prince Baylor and making a noisy commotion.

Among the crowd was an old man dressed in a coarse, earth-yellow robe, with messy gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

His gaze was cold and stern as he watched Viserys' departing figure, especially lingering on the fleeting glimpse of the Dornish princess's plump figure amidst the Unsullied. He then straightened his slender frame slightly.

Viserys stood hand in hand with Arianne in the Hall of Lights of the Great Cathedral of Baelor. A long corridor led directly to the main hall, and colorful lead glass spheres overhead reflected the sunlight streaming through them, creating a dazzling display of colors.

"This place...is really beautiful."

"my sweetheart."

Arianne blinked her beautiful eyes, then couldn't help but speak.

This was her first time in King's Landing, but not her first time at the Great Sept of Baelor. However, when Arianne visited this magnificent cathedral last time with her trusted Sand Serpent sisters and Unsullied guards, she hadn't felt such a sense of awe.

The reason is that this place now belongs entirely to her; it's Ariane's wedding, and countless servants worked through the night to polish these lead glass balls to a gleaming shine.

"Ah."

Viserys just smiled when he heard his fiancée's words, but didn't say anything more and just squeezed her hand.

Arianne was a Dornish woman, and Dornish girls are known for their wildness. Despite being pregnant, she still managed to get her best friends involved in helping Viserys release some tension on the eve of their wedding.

The Dornish girls' personality may be related to their unique diet. People in the frontier say that the Dornish diet makes Dornish men hot-tempered and Dornish girls wild and unrestrained. Fire pepper and other exotic spices heat up their blood, making them unable to control themselves.

Arianne was also a wild horse. Viserys had some preconceived notions about this girl; she was full of energy and ambition.

Princess Dorne sees Nymeria, the legendary Rhoynar warrior, as her role model, believing that the legendary warrior's brilliance is no less than that of any man, and she will follow Nymeria's example to compete with her brother, Prince Quentin Martell, for the right to inherit Dorne.

If things had gone according to plan, she should now be in Dorne fulfilling her ambitions, but Viserys has won over this noble girl from Dorne.

Ultimately, Arianne devoted all her heart to Viserys, becoming captivated by a certain mysterious quality unique to him that she couldn't fathom and was fascinated by.

Then, the Archbishop's booming voice echoed from the main hall of the Basilica.

"His Majesty."

The servants inside the Red Keep hurried over to inform Viserys that he could prepare to enter.

The red-haired beauty following behind Viserys and Arianne had her nervousness written all over her face, her cheeks turning rosy.

Sansa Stark clutched Arianne's long skirt tightly, her mind filled with her mother's parting words.

"Since His Majesty the King has chosen you as the flower girl, Sansa, you must do your best and make no mistakes. Strive to win the favor of the King and Queen."

Chapter 481 Wedding

Before her departure, Lady Catelyn Tully of Winterfell repeatedly gave her eldest daughter instructions, as women placed great importance on this wedding of Viserys.

She had learned of the existence of the public trial by contacting some of the relationships left by her husband and father.

Therefore, during this time, Caitlin used every means at her disposal, running around and pulling strings, hoping to speak to Viserys and give her husband a way out, as long as he could live, whether it was by being dressed in black or imprisoned.

However, none of these methods were as surprising as when Viserys personally approached Sansa Stark, the wolf girl, through the chief steward and asked her if she would like to be a flower girl at his wedding.

When Caitlin heard her daughter say that, it was like a desperate drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, determined to hold on to this last hope with all their might.

Therefore, as soon as Lady Winterfell received the news, she personally took charge, running around rehearsing the wedding ceremony to ensure that her daughter Sansa would not make any mistakes at the wedding and to win the favor of the King and Queen.

Of course, the 'like' Catelyn Tulliffy speaks of is not romantic love; Sansa hadn't even had her first period yet, and was even younger than Princess Daenerys.

However, it was customary for the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to adopt sons, daughters, or servants from each other. Catelyn's husband, Eddard, was once the adopted son of Jon Arryn, the Warden of the Vale.

If Sansa could win the Queen's favor and become her lady-in-waiting, or Robb could become His Majesty's servant, it would be worth it to gain her husband's freedom.

The mutual adoption of adopted sons, daughters, servants, and maids among the nobles of the seven kingdoms may seem like hostage-taking, but it is actually a win-win means of emotional exchange.

Adopted children would not be mistreated on the other side. Becoming a royal child, a servant of the king, or a lady-in-waiting of the queen was a symbol of honor.

For example, Tywin once wanted to send his son Jaime to King's Landing to serve as Prince Rhaegar's squire, while Tywin's wife Joanna had been a handmaiden of Queen Leila, Viserys' mother.

"Sansa, your father's survival depends on your performance this time."

Lady Winterfell and her daughter embraced, tears streaming down her face as she begged her daughter to behave well no matter what.

Catelyn was undoubtedly a good mother, but concern can cloud judgment. She couldn't accept that her husband had been executed or hanged, so she was unaware of the immense psychological pressure her words placed on her daughter, Sansa.

So much so that when the red-haired beauty followed the king and bride slowly out, her mind went blank, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't even know which leg to step with, so she could only move forward with difficulty like a wooden doll.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The wedding was crowded with people; the Great Cathedral of Baelor was like a sea of ​​people whispering among themselves. But when Viserys came out, all was silent.

Distinguished guests, wearing their family crests on their chests, stood on either side of the red carpet at the very front.

For well-known reasons, Viserys and Arianne's parents were unable to attend, so Viserys invited his great-uncle, Maester Aemon, to be his elder.

Arianne's uncle, Prince Oberon, was originally scheduled to attend as an elder of the bride's family, but for some special reason, Oberon had already led his army away from the capital.

His mistress, Ellaria Shad, was not his legal wife and was of humble birth, so she was not entitled to stand in front of the king. Therefore, the chief steward and Arianne decided to cancel the bride's position as an elder.

Fortunately, the bride's family was present at the wedding.

Hey, sis.

A clean-cut, black-haired boy stood at the edge of the red carpet and called out quietly, winking and making a face, only to be met with a fierce glare from Arianne.

Arianne has been away from Dorne for a year or two, and she has changed from aspiring to be a great Dornish queen to a virtuous and kind queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Prince Quentin was unaware that his sister had once tried to compete with him for the heir to Dorne.

Without a conflict of interest, there will naturally be no conflict, so the two still maintain a close sibling-like relationship.

Now, Aegon and Quentin, the two teenagers, stood on either side of the red carpet, holding flower petals in their hands, and they looked at each other.

The band was playing soothing and melodious music, following Viserys and Arianne's steps. Finally, as they passed in front of the two boys, they simultaneously tossed flower petals into the air, which then drifted down one by one.

Viserys led Arianne by the hand up the steps to the statues of the Father and the Mother. The obese archbishop, wearing a huge crystal crown, had a solemn and holy expression as he recited his vows.

The wedding ceremony in Westeros was extremely elaborate and lengthy. The band was replaced by a choir of seventy-seven monks, and the newlyweds, standing before the statues of the Father and the Virgin Mary, would exchange seven vows, receive seven blessings, and exchange seven promises.

Because the seven gods worshipped by the church are actually seven different forms of one deity, representing seven different virtues, the number seven has become integrated into daily life on the continent of Westeros.

For example, the Imperial Guard has seven members, there's a seven-pointed star, gods have seven faces, hell has seven levels, and so on...

Finally, the archbishop asked if anyone had any doubts about this sacred marriage, but the audience remained silent, a custom of the Seven Nations Wedding.

Then the obese archbishop announced that, under the watchful eyes of the gods and witnessed by all the nobles, King Viserys of House Targaryen and Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne were now officially married.

Thunderous applause erupted from below, and the bells of the Great Cathedral rang out once again, echoing throughout King's Landing. This was the second time the bells of the Great Cathedral had rung in a month, and the crowd watching outside the Great Cathedral of Baelor cheered enthusiastically upon hearing the bells.

"His Majesty..."

"His Majesty..."

After the wedding ceremony concluded, Viserys, accompanied by his queen, stood before the statues of the Father and the Mother of God, receiving blessings and gifts from numerous nobles.

There was another banquet waiting for him tonight, but the wedding night pranks were canceled because Viserys ordered that anyone who dared to cause trouble would be killed by Mia with a single sword stroke.

The wedding ceremony concluded, but the gray-haired old man who had just watched Viserys and Arianne outside the sanctuary remained.

At that moment, in an inconspicuous corner not far from the church, a group of ragged men and women had gathered, their faces showing righteous indignation.

Pregnancy before marriage!

"The Queen lost her virginity before the wedding! She cannot receive the blessing of the Virgin Mary!"

Chapter 482 The Dornish Army

In the capitals of the seven kingdoms, the king's wedding was being celebrated in a lively and festive atmosphere. People seemed to have briefly forgotten the war and were enjoying the precious peace.

Elsewhere in Westeros, although the large-scale war had ended and the other four lords—the Westerlands, the Vale, the Reach, and the Stormlands—surrounded the occupied Three Rivers region and the capital, both sides remained at peace and tacitly recuperated.

However, no major war broke out, but small-scale conflicts did not end.

"The cavalry has returned!"

"The cavalry has returned!"

Shouts from the guards echoed from the camp, and then the heavy wooden doors creaked open to the sides, revealing a troop of rangers clad in light armor and sand-yellow cloaks returning from the outside.

"Whoa—"

"Whoa—"

The lead cavalryman was stained with blood, and his chest bore a red and black emblem with a golden hand, the symbol of House Elion of the City of Divine Grace in Dorne.