Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, the mastermind behind the rebellion, never appeared in the public eye; he orchestrated the entire uprising from behind the scenes.

When 'Blackfish' Brynden Tully returned with an army loyal to Renly and, together with Lord Jorn Royce, quelled the war, everyone thought it was all over...

But they didn't know that this was just the beginning of Petyr Baelish's plan.

...

night.

After a long day of work, Viserys was wearing a snow-white cloak, which complemented his long silver-gold hair perfectly.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The guards of the Red Keep inside the Maeger Tower were fully armed, and they all bowed slightly in salute when they saw Viserys approaching.

"His Majesty."

He then walked into the Traitor's Corridor, where the warden of the Red Keep dungeon quickly took out a key and opened the door for His Majesty the King.

creak—

The door opened, Viserys nodded slightly, then stepped inside, stopping in front of a cell.

"Ah."

He nodded to the guards behind him.

The two immediately understood, handed the torches to Viserys, and then turned and left.

Mia, Viserys's Kingsguard, is now most concerned with protecting the Queen and Princess Diana, even more so than protecting Viserys himself.

In fact, with Viserys' current demigod-like strength, he no longer needs anyone to protect him.

He's already showing mercy by not assassinating others; if someone were to try and assassinate him...

That can only be considered the assassin's bad luck.

Then Viserys, holding a torch, his silver-gold hair gleaming in the firelight, pushed open the cell door and entered.

Although former King Robert Baratheon had a deep-seated hatred for the Targaryen family, the prison cell he was imprisoned in was still quite comfortable.

In fact, Viserys' personal feud with Robert Baratheon wasn't that deep, unless Robert had repeatedly sent assassins to kill him.

If we're talking about family feuds, then the hatred runs deep.

However, the Viserys before him was not the real Viserys; he did not care about his father's hatred.

If he is most grateful to his mother, Queen Leila, and also has feelings for his brother Rhaegar, then he has absolutely no feelings for his father, the 'Mad King'.

"It seems you're doing quite well here, Robert."

Viserys, carrying a torch, entered Robert's cell, the firelight illuminating the interior, and then spoke.

This place was originally the room where important people were imprisoned in the Red Keep, so it must have been extraordinary.

Robert, who was once the King of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the entire realm, now has messy hair, an unshaven beard, and is unkempt, no longer resembling a king.

"Humph--"

However, Robert was sitting barefoot on the bed in prison clothes. Although he was not in shackles, his eyes were still wide open.

"Kid, did you come here specifically to mock me?"

Viserys listened to Robert's still energetic words, simply looked at him quietly, then shook his head and smiled.

He's not that bored.

"What? You don't like listening to this?"

"You're just a kid. When I was fighting your damned brother Rhaegar, you were still drinking milk somewhere!"

Robert spews out a variety of verbs, never repeating himself when swearing. It seems Eddard's assessment of his brother was correct; he was indeed more suited to be a mercenary than a king. However, Viserys had nothing to be angry about regarding a prisoner.

"When a person has no advantages to boast about... they like to use their age to intimidate others."

Viserys spoke calmly, but it caused Robert, who had just been in an aggressive stance, to turn bright red.

Renly is dead.

Then Viserys spoke up.

Robert paused slightly, clearly aware that the news had reached King's Landing quite some time ago, but he was still unaware of it.

Because the dungeons inside the Red Keep house important prisoners, no one except his wife Cersei is allowed to approach Robert.

Cersei hasn't come back since her last visit.

"Did you do this?"

Robert sat on the bed, looking at Viserys with burning anger in his eyes, but he shook his head.

"No, it's Stannis."

"He ambushed and killed Renly as he was kneeling in surrender, piercing Renly's heart with his dagger."

Viserys visited Robert's cell late at night, and the two kings talked about something.

However, when Viserys emerged from the Traitor's Corridor, he was met by a beautiful blonde woman.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, partially obscuring her perfect curves, and her exquisitely sculpted face showed a hint of weariness.

"Your Majesty, may we talk?"

Chapter 516 Night Talk

Cersei and her two children are now living in the Virgin's House in the Red Keep.

This is located inside the Red Keep, behind the Royal Chapel, a long slate-roofed fortress famous because of the 'God-blessed' Baelor I.

In order to eliminate his lust and devote himself to serving the gods, Saint Beller I imprisoned his three sisters and wives here, and the Virgin's Abode was also known as the 'Beauty's Abode' at that time.

...

Viserys and Cersei entered the room, where the blonde queen's two children, Joffrey and Myrcella, were already inside.

The once glorious Baratheon dynasty's queen, princes, and princesses now live in cramped quarters, without even servants to attend to them.

Although Prince Joffrey of the previous dynasty was not very old, he was once arrogant and domineering in the Red Keep. Relying on his father's lack of discipline and his mother's indulgence, he wantonly bullied the servants and humiliated the maids.

Joffrey once had the maids in the Red Keep line up one by one, then lifted their skirts, stuck out their buttocks, and made him aim and kick the ball.

He once caught a pregnant cat and, wanting to see the kittens inside, used a dagger to cut open its belly, took out one of the kittens, and proudly ran to show it to his father.

However, Joffrey did not expect that his father would not praise him after reading it, but instead would be furious.

Robert immediately slapped Joffrey, knocking out two of his baby teeth and nearly killing the disgusting little pervert on the spot, but Queen Cersei managed to stop him.

But at this moment, Joffrey no longer had the capital to be arrogant. Only then did he realize that his father's authority was his greatest support, and without Robert, he was nothing.

"Your Majesty."

Joffrey saw his mother leading the way, bringing Viserys in. His body trembled slightly, and his blue eyes held undisguised fear. He quickly jumped off the bed.

Meanwhile, Messira, who was also sitting on the bed, looked completely innocent.

She was still at the age of learning to speak, so naturally she didn't know the dangers of the adult world, let alone that her father had been defeated by the person in front of her, and that the good life she, her mother, and her daughter had lived ever since was gone forever.

The girl opened her bright eyes and looked at Viserys with curiosity.

“That’s too formal of you to address His Majesty, Joffrey.”

Cersei raised her hand to tuck her slightly curled golden hair behind her ear, and forced a forced, friendly smile onto her beautiful face.

"Call him uncle."

"Uncle King."

Joffrey stared at Viserys with trepidation.

He went from being a high-ranking prince to an outcast in the Red Castle. Coupled with the strange looks from others, the intense psychological gap caused the boy to lose not only his status, but also to become extremely self-conscious and psychologically distorted.

“Yes, Joffrey.”

Viserys didn't really have any feelings about the future famous Emperor Jordan.

He is not the 'Greatest Emperor Joffrey' yet, and he will never again have the chance to ascend the Iron Throne and unleash his tyranny.

Viserys wouldn't go so far as to harm a little boy.

However, he tolerated Cersei's feigned intimacy; he simply patted Joffrey on the shoulder, nodded, and greeted him in a lukewarm tone.

"Alright, Joffrey."

"Take Mysera to another room to play. My uncle and I have some things to discuss."

"Don't eavesdrop!"

The beautiful blonde queen still wore that forced smile.

She knelt down and gently asked her son and daughter to leave the room, as she had something she wanted to discuss with Viserys alone.

Joffrey was naturally delighted to hear his mother's request.

He didn't know why, but every time this silver-haired uncle, who had defeated his father and seized the Iron Throne, looked at him, he felt as if he could see right through him.

Joffrey quickly picked up his sister and left the room, leaving her with his mother and Viserys.

After Joffrey left with Myrcella and the door closed, the whole room became quiet.

"Please sit, Your Majesty."

Cersei then took a deep breath and spoke.

Her beautiful face still held a smile, but her complexion looked somewhat haggard, indicating that she had been suffering greatly psychologically recently.

"I'll go prepare some pastries and fruit for you."

Suddenly losing her high and mighty position as queen was not only difficult for Joffrey to adapt to, but also made things much more difficult for Cersei herself.

Without the care of servants, without the days of being waited on hand and foot, Cersei had no choice but to grit her teeth and roll up her sleeves to learn how to do laundry and cook for the sake of her two children.

The servants and guards in the Red Keep did not deliberately make things difficult for her. After all, nobles are still nobles. Even if she has fallen on hard times, no one knows what Cersei's future will be like. Perhaps she will have a chance to turn things around.

But this deliberate ignoring only made Cersei feel worse, as she used to be the center of attention wherever she went.