Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

At that moment, Viserys pushed open the door and came out of the bedroom.

Although Viserys was not particularly afraid of Sir Shad's rebellion, he felt that the other side could not cause any trouble.

However, as the saying goes, Viserys's life no longer represented just him, but also many others who remained loyal to the Targaryens.

Therefore, as planned, Viserys would be escorted away from his bedroom, as it would inevitably be the rebels' primary target.

The two of them were to escort the young king to the Table Room, while the elite navy that had rushed from outside the castle would also head straight for the Table Room on the top floor after entering the castle, first protecting Viserys' safety, and then suppressing the rebellion within the castle one by one.

Let's go.

Beneath the flames in the corridor, Viserys remained calm, slightly adjusting his collar, still holding the crossbow in his hand, and then spoke in a calm voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two soldiers responded in a deep voice, then escorted Viserys, one in front and one behind, straight to the top floor of the castle.

Chapter 49 Blood and Fire Share the Same Origin

Shouts of battle erupted outside.

Tap tap...

The steady footsteps echoed clearly in the corridor.

Flames flickered on the dragon claw torches along the way. Viserys walked among them, listening to the ever-approaching clamor outside, and a chill ran through him.

It turns out that he wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.

He originally thought that this rebellion was just a small farce by Sir Shad and a few soldiers, which could be easily suppressed without much effort.

However, Viserys had not expected the impact to be so widespread; it seemed that there were far more soldiers within Dragonstone harboring rebellious intentions than he had imagined.

It turns out that he and his mother had been living in danger all along.

Countless eyes looking at this widow and her child from behind were filled with deep malice.

The people hiding around them all wanted to kill the mother and son to collect the bounty.

Even now, just thinking about these things still makes Viserys feel a little cold all over, and his heart starts pounding faster again.

yes...

The Targaryens are finished; now Baratheon is the one sitting on the Iron Throne.

What makes him think he can guarantee that these guards will remain loyal to the Targaryens without wavering in the slightest?

Thinking of this.

Viserys' grip on the crossbow tightened slightly, but thankfully, this was the end of it.

“These hidden traitors will all be lured out and then wiped out in one fell swoop.”

The silver-haired boy exhaled a soft breath, then realized that his palms, which were gripping the crossbow tightly, were sweating.

He was certainly not as calm as he pretended to be; he was also afraid, afraid of accidents, afraid of dying, but he was much better than before when he couldn't even fake it.

Two guards escorted Viserys through the corridor of the Stone Drum Tower.

Climb the stone steps to the top floor of the main castle, to the Hall of Maps, which contains a map of the entire continent of Westeros.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Two guards standing watch outside the Hall of the Tables saw Viserys.

They were fully armored, and then clenched their fists and placed them slightly in front of their chests in a salute. Viserys said nothing, but simply nodded to the two guards who remained loyal to the Targaryens.

Then two guards at the gate pushed open the heavy brown wooden doors of the Hall of the Tables for Viserys.

Squeak...

The two fleet soldiers entered the Hall of Diagrams with Viserys.

click -

Then they bolted the door from the inside, overturned the cabinet, and used heavy objects to prop it up, to prevent any unexpected traitors from breaking into the hall.

Upon entering the Hall of the Tables, Viserys went directly to the central seat, the place where his mother, Queen Leila, had once sat.

Even further back, Aegon I the Conqueror and his two sisters, Visenya and Reyne, sat here, the three-headed dragon ambitiously overlooking the entire continent of Westeros.

now.

The person sitting in this position has changed to Viserys.

He...King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms...a long list of titles, culminating in Viserys Targaryen III.

The silver-haired boy sat on the heavy chair, yet he did not feel its coldness or hardness.

Because the previous owner of the throne, Queen Leila, was pregnant, she naturally could not sit in a cold place, so this heavy chair has been covered with luxurious and soft animal fur.

Viserys rested his hands on the armrests of his throne, looking down at the enormous map table below, which was carved with a detailed map of Westeros. The entire map table was over fifty feet long, about half the length at its widest point, and less than four feet at its narrowest.

The seat Viserys is currently sitting in corresponds to the location of Dragonstone on the map.

Nearly three hundred years ago, the designers carefully considered and designed the main seat to ensure that it was positioned so that it could overlook the entire continent of Westeros.

King's Landing, Harrenhal, Storm's End, Eyrie, Casterly Rock...

Viserys's gaze started from Dragonstone and continued to move across the major cities of Westeros. He had previously studied Aegon I's conquests at the Maester's request.

These were the routes Aegon I took in his conquest of Westeros.

In the Battle of the Blackwater River, three giant dragons simultaneously joined the war. The dragon flames they breathed burned the grassland, the fire startled the warhorses, and the thick smoke made it impossible for the soldiers to see the enemy in front of them.

This battle directly led to the defeat of the combined forces of Loren Lannister, King of the Rock, and Menn Gardener IX, King of the Reach, who commanded nearly 55,000 men.

While Viserys was immersed in history, he even had a faint hallucination, as if he were witnessing the epic war that had taken place.

The noise outside the drawing room startled him awake.

"You killed the bastard who killed the dragon!"

"Kill the Mad King's son!"

The brown wooden door of the Tuzhu Hall was being blocked by overturned cabinets and heavy objects, yet the shouts of killing outside seemed to be right at hand.

Ding ding ding—

Everywhere there were sounds of clashing weapons, shouts of battle, the slicing of swords into flesh, and the screams of wounded soldiers.

It appears that the last two guards stationed outside the Hall of Illustrations have begun fighting with the rebels.

Bang!

Then came the sound of a heavy object hitting the door, as if a soldier had crashed into it during a battle. The heavy brown wooden door trembled slightly, but fortunately, it was not directly forced open because of the heavy object behind it.

Viserys suddenly awoke.

Silver-gold hair fell across the boy's fair face. He rested one elbow on the armrest of the main seat, his palm supporting his cheek, and then he tilted his head slightly.

He was awakened by the shouts of battle that were right next to him. His face turned slightly pale, and the pale purple eyes that had been calm before finally revealed a fear that he could no longer hide.

The boy closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

"The enemy... has already reached the door."

"Gentlemen."

Viserys remained seated on his throne without rising, but he slightly straightened his slender frame.

He really wanted to say something to boost morale.

Now, Viserys is sitting here in a dead end. Behind the main seat of the Hall of Figures is a huge rooftop with a view of the entire sea, dozens of yards above the ground. If he jumps down, he will surely die.

The boy's voice, though trying to sound calm, still betrayed a hint of fear.

But he still held tightly to the crossbow, which was already strung, and aimed it at the main entrance.

If the enemy really manages to break in, he guarantees that the first person to enter will also die.

"We swear to protect His Majesty to the death!"

However, two loyal Targaryen soldiers drew their longswords, struck their shields, and stood on either side of the throne.

The traitor swore that he must step over his own dead body to harm the young king.

Chapter 50 Suppressing the Rebellion

The bravery of the two guards gave Viserys a slight boost in morale.

The silver-haired boy remained seated in the main seat, his grip on the crossbow tightening slightly.

bang——

And at this time.

The door to the Tuzhu Hall was slammed shut again, accompanied by the metallic clang of armor, as if someone was banging on the door.

Viserys' heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on his palms, but his eyes remained unwavering, fixed on the direction of the door.

The silver-haired boy could clearly hear that the breathing of the two young soldiers beside him was also slightly heavy. It was clear that they were also nervous. They were not unafraid of death, but they still did not back down.

The sounds of fighting continued outside the brown wooden door.

puff--

The sound of a longsword slicing through a throat was accompanied by a shrill scream.

wow-

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the torches were thrown to the ground, where they burst into flames.

The battle outside was extremely fierce, while the three people hiding inside the Tuzhu Hall were like prisoners awaiting their fate, not knowing what would happen when the door was opened.

To live or to die.

The atmosphere in the drawing room was so tense that it almost froze; even breathing became cautious, and cold sweat kept dripping down foreheads.

Every second spent inside awaiting trial felt like torture.

However, it is unknown how much time has passed.