Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

A wisp of short, light silver hair, a wrinkled and not particularly cute little face, and a pair of bright, big eyes.

The two locked eyes.

She saw Viserys, and then for some reason, she giggled and reached out to grab the 'little adult' in front of her.

When Viserys saw Daenerys's smile, the weariness on his face eased considerably.

She gently raised her hand and took her younger sister's small hand in hers.

Chapter 46 Traitor

Viserys took Daenerys's small hand, and a feeling of closeness from their shared bloodline welled up within him.

This is what it means to be bound by blood.

The baby girl in the swaddling clothes had a happy smile on her wrinkled little face, and she kept giggling.

Although she couldn't yet understand who the boy in front of her was, the deep-rooted kinship told Daenerys that this person would be one of the closest people to her in this life.

Viserys stood in front of the crib, gently teasing his younger sister a few times before letting out a slight yawn.

He was exhausted from the long journey, so he stopped teasing Daenerys, slightly suppressed his smile, and straightened up.

A young woman stood somewhat at a loss beside the crib. She had some freckles on her face, and her breasts were full, indicating that she had plenty of milk.

She was the wet nurse the guards found to raise Daenerys.

However, the nanny was somewhat flustered at this moment. This was the first important person she had seen since arriving at the castle. The once high and mighty acting lord and the knight in armor were now standing obediently behind the boy.

Viserys's gaze fell upon the wet nurse who was raising his sister, his pale purple eyes scrutinizing her as he looked her up and down.

As Viserys's mental strength broke through twenty, his gaze seemed to carry an inherent pressure, and people would inexplicably shrink back when they met his eyes.

The well-built nanny swallowed slightly; she had never imagined that one day she would be intimidated by the gaze of a little boy.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then came the boy's clear, melodious voice, like a spring before his voice changed.

"reward!"

Viserys reached into his robes, intending to pull out a few silver stags as a reward for the wet nurse, as a gesture of encouragement and gratitude for sharing half of her milk with Daenerys while caring for her own child.

To Viserys' embarrassment, however, he touched and patted his left and right pockets, clearly remembering that he should still have a few silver deer in his pocket, which he had played with for a while before going to sleep in the cabin last night.

Could it be that he fell asleep because he was too sleepy at that time and fell under the bed?

That's such a loss; they actually dropped the money into the cabin.

Viserys secretly resolved to find the money back the next day.

However, the more important thing right now is how to ease the awkward situation...

With Viserys's crisp voice, everyone in the room shuddered slightly; no one had expected Viserys to be so extravagant.

However, Viserys rummaged in his pockets but couldn't pull anything out, causing a slight change in everyone's gaze.

"this..."

The people in the room looked at each other, and the atmosphere became very awkward.

Viserys's face remained taut and seemingly unchanged, surprisingly calm.

However, while he continued to rummage through his empty pockets pointlessly, he was also racking his brains trying to figure out how to ease the awkward situation.

"His Majesty."

"It seems your wallet is with me."

At this moment, Sir William, who was standing behind Viserys, could no longer stand it.

He knew his disciple all too well; he was the first to realize that Viserys was probably out of money.

The instructor then took out a golden dragon from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

Viserys breathed a slight sigh of relief and gave the coach a thank-you look.

Then he coughed lightly, ran his fingers over the carvings on the surface of the golden dragon, and, suppressing his reluctance, rewarded the shimmering gold coin to the wet nurse.

The wet nurse was naturally flattered, knowing that the value of a single golden dragon was enough to buy her and send her to work in her cottage in King's Landing's Sataya.

After rewarding the healer, Viserys turned to look at the people behind him and then suddenly spoke.

Sir William.

“After what happened before, I’m a little worried about Daenerys’ safety.”

Viserys began to explain that the 'previous events' he referred to were the incident that occurred a few months prior, in which mercenaries from across the Narrow Sea secretly infiltrated Dragonstone to carry out an assassination attempt.

"Why don't you stay here tonight?"

Daenerys and her nurse lived in what used to be Queen Leila's room. There were many rooms there, enough to make room for Sir William, while Viserys remained in his former bedroom.

He hoped the coach could protect his sister's safety.

The middle-aged coach with slightly curly hair was taken aback by the young king's words, but after a moment's hesitation, he nodded.

"Ok."

He didn't know why Viserys had suddenly made such a decision, but he had a feeling that there might be more reasons than just the simple ones on the surface.

...

Then.

The night was deep.

After visiting his sister, Viserys finally returned to his bedroom to rest.

The entire castle fell silent, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

However, it is far away.

In the direction of Dragonstone Harbor, Sir Geoffrey donned his armor and took the longsword from the soldier, attaching it to his waist.

A group of strong and elite soldiers from the fleet followed the old knight, and the group did not ride horses but walked towards Dragonstone, extinguishing all the torches.

Dozens of soldiers, led by the old knight, arrived silently under the cover of night.

Inside the castle.

Viserys returned to his bedroom, still wearing his leather armor, and simply pulled the covers over himself, blew out the candle with a whoosh, and then fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The distant church bells chimed to announce the time.

The sky was beginning to lighten, approaching dawn, a time when people are most tired and weary.

The guard, who had been on duty all night, yawned slightly. Just then, a figure darted out of the darkness, holding a dagger. One hand covered the guard's mouth, while the other plunged into the guard's throat.

puff--

The sharp dagger pierced through without any resistance.

"Mmm..."

The guard stared wide-eyed in horror at the man who had killed him.

He never expected that this person would suddenly try to kill him.

However, before his brain could process what had happened, everything went black and the body collapsed to the ground.

The acting lord of Dragonstone, a bastard from Dorne, wiped the blood splattered on his face, his expression somewhat ferocious. Several Targaryen guards followed behind him.

With the fleet's great victory at Shipwreck Bay, they realized they could no longer delay, or they would be exposed sooner or later.

Now, their sense of crisis is growing stronger, and finally, on the eve of dawn, they have made up their minds to launch this plan.

"Charge with me!"

"Slay the bastard child of the evil dragon!"

Chapter 47 Clues

It was late at night.

Viserys was fast asleep in his bedroom, lying on his side on his large, soft bed.

His long, silver-gold hair was spread out on the pillow. The boy had enviable, delicate skin, and his handsome cheeks were fair with a rosy glow. His lips were slightly pursed.

And at this time.

Suddenly, some strange noises came from inside the castle. It seemed that there were faint shouts coming from inside, which then turned into the clanging and fighting sounds, accompanied by screams.

Now, the sky is faintly turning a pale white.

Dawn has broken.

Viserys had just closed his eyes after lying down on the bed and had only slept for a few hours when he was awakened by this chaotic and noisy noise.

The boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he finally slowly opened his pale purple, jewel-like eyes.

"Damn it."

Viserys rolled over and sat up in bed, lifting the soft blankets, his long, silver-gold hair falling over his shoulders.

At first, there was some confusion and impatience in his eyes, but in the end he shook his head to dispel the irrelevant thoughts in his mind.

He also heard the commotion outside, the sounds of clashing weapons, and the shouts of battle that were getting closer and closer. He instantly understood what was happening.

"Has it already started?"

Viserys' last bit of drowsiness was dispelled, and he instantly became wide awake.

In fact, Viserys had already obtained some information about Sir Shad's betrayal.

The reason, of course, is that some clues were discovered a long time ago.

The death of Professor Daniel was shrouded in mystery, with some suspicions that he had been poisoned.

Before he died, the old maester held Viserys's hand and whispered a few words in his ear, telling him that there were people with ulterior motives in the castle and that Viserys should be careful.

The old scholar lived a very long life, at least by the standards of his time. He had traveled many roads and met many people throughout his life.