Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Maester Cresson's words touched upon Stannis's inner weakness. The resolute man fell silent for a moment, but did not show his inner weakness. He simply nodded, his voice low.

"I only managed to escape with my life."

Then, feeling a sharp pain in his inner thigh, he looked up and glanced around, seeing a sea of ​​fearful faces...

Apart from Maester Cresson, everyone in Storm's End was filled with anxiety, as if a global crisis was imminent. Stannis's heart sank slightly. He paused for a moment before speaking.

"It's getting late, and I'm exhausted from the long journey back."

"Scholar, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Maester Cresson nodded hastily, and then Stannis returned to his bedroom in Storm's End.

Chapter 527 The Death of Stannis

The bright moon hangs high tonight, its cool light spilling onto the windowsill. The night is quiet, with only the occasional sound of dripping water from the eaves.

The return of defeated soldiers from the front lines caused a brief commotion within Windbreak Keep, before everything returned to calm.

It was already late, and people had all gone back to sleep, but the lights were still on in Stannis's bedroom, the master of Storm's End.

Stannis, of course, couldn't sleep; the defeat at Bronze Gate became his nightmare.

He once thought the White Walkers were his nightmare, and that it was almost impossible for humans to defeat them. Then the fury of the Battle of Riverrun left him with a great psychological scar.

Stannis was then shot in the knee, spent several months in prison, and successfully escaped.

He thought he had escaped the nightmare of the past, but unexpectedly, he fell into a new nightmare.

In this battle, he lost more than 30,000 men of the Stormlands, more than 30,000 fathers, sons, and brothers from more than 30,000 families... and if you include the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who were responsible for logistics, the number would be even more staggering.

He made ample preparations for this battle, but he never expected that the result would destroy the future and hope of the entire Stormlands.

House Baratheon has ruled this land for nearly three hundred years... and now how many people hate them to the core?

In the bedroom of the master of Storm's End, the candlelight flickered gently. Stannis sat quietly at his desk, not even removing his armor. His expression remained as calm and resolute as ever, like a rock in a latrine, both foul and hard.

His breathing sounded somewhat heavy.

Stannis was pondering the recent events, including Renly's death and the crushing defeat at Bronze Gate...

However, at that moment, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

Thump thump...

"Davos?"

"Come in."

Stannis, sitting at his desk, was slightly startled awake. He instinctively thought it was the Onion Knight, because the other man was his most trusted advisor and had just escaped from the battlefield.

But the moment Stannis uttered those words, his brow furrowed.

He realized that the person who came could not be Davos.

Because Davos had been by his side for so long, Stannis knew his habits well, including how he spoke and did things. When Davos knocked on the door, he would always say "My lord" instead of just pushing the door open or remaining silent.

"William?"

Whether it was due to his excellent sixth sense or his suspicious nature, Stannis suddenly felt a sense of unease at this moment.

He instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist. He hadn't yet removed his dusty armor, nor had he taken off his sword. Then he called out to his guards.

Stannis, formerly the Duke of Dragonstone and now the master of Storm's End, is of noble birth and high status. Loyal guards always stand outside his bedroom door.

This young man named William was one of Stannis's bodyguards; his family had served House Baratheon for three generations.

His father had accompanied Stannis's father, Duke Stephen, on a journey to Valantia. On their return to Shipwreck Bay, they encountered a storm, and the ship sank. Therefore, William was truly of impeccable lineage, and Stannis trusted him implicitly.

However, Stannis suddenly felt a sense of unease. He gripped his sword hilt and called out his guard's name, but received no response. He then realized that something terrible was about to happen.

bang——

At that moment, Stannis' bedroom door was flung open by a broad-chested, muscular young man with strong arms.

He was dressed in the armor of a Baratheon soldier and held a longsword with a smear of blood on the blade.

William, a bodyguard loyal to House Baratheon for three generations and devoted to Stannis, lay dead in a pool of blood. It seemed he had been killed by the newcomer, a skilled fighter who struck suddenly, leaving William no time to react before he fell.

He originally intended to trick Stannis into opening the door himself, so that the noise would be less noticeable, and he could kill him and escape unscathed. However, Stannis did not fall for it, so the intruder had no choice but to break down the door and rush in, killing Stannis to avenge his brother.

"Someone come here!"

"There are assassins!"

Stannis, who was inside the house, saw this and immediately shouted loudly, calling for the guards in the castle to come to his aid. At the same time, he drew his longsword from his waist, his face tense, and his eyes fixed on the other party.

"who are you?"

He recognized the newcomer; then it dawned on him. The man bore a resemblance to Donald Sven of Stonehelm, one of Renly's advisors, only much more robust and larger than Donald...

"Are you Baron Sven?"

Stannis suddenly remembered that Lord Gullian Sven of Stonehelm had another son, who was said to have been strong and skilled in martial arts from a young age, and was brave and good at fighting.

However, the other party did not answer, but roared and pounced forward, wielding a long sword and slashing down.

Stannis, seeing this, quickly raised his sword to defend himself.

clang--

The two longswords then clashed heavily together, producing a piercing metallic clang and even sparks flying.

Damn it!

Stannis felt a burning sensation in his hand and a buzzing in his ears. Baron Sven's strength was too great; Stannis was no match for him at all.

Meanwhile, commotion was also heard outside Stannis's bedroom inside Storm's End.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

It seems that Stannis's cries for help had worked, as some guards had heard the noise and rushed over.

Then he saw the body lying outside Stannis's bedroom door and immediately realized that something terrible had happened.

"Oops!"

"Lord Stannis has been assassinated!"

"Quickly! Someone come here!"

There was a commotion outside Stannis's bedroom door.

Inside his bedroom, in the cramped space, Stannis was still locked in combat with Baron Swin.

He was no match for this strong young man, whose martial arts skills were far superior. Stannis's longsword was even knocked away, and his tiger's mouth was split open, with blood seeping out slightly.

click -

Baron Sven wielded his longsword and cleaved the heavy desk in two with a single blow. Stannis dodged the blow with a clumsy roll.

bang——

His head then hit the bookshelf next to him, and he immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded.

But Stannis, panting heavily, dared not be careless and drew the dagger from his waist.

This dagger was the very one that killed his own brother, Renly.

He knew this was the most dangerous moment of his life. On the battlefield, enemies would try their best to capture him alive, but the assassin wouldn't listen to any of his explanations and just wanted to take his life immediately.

"Lord Stannis!"

bang——

At that moment, the guards of Storm's End finally arrived and rushed into Stannis's bedroom.

However, they only saw the final scene.

Baron Swan, holding a longsword, grabbed Stannis by the shoulder and pierced his chest with a single blow, then pulled the sword out, blood spurting out.

"Ho-"

"cough..."

For the first time, Stannis's usually resolute and aloof face, which never smiled, showed intense emotional fluctuations.

He was panting heavily, looking at Baron Sven as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Blood was blocking his trachea and was gushing from his mouth.

Then the dagger that killed Renly clattered to the ground, and his body fell to the ground.

Chapter 528 Balon Swan

Stannis is dead.

He died at the hands of Baron Sven, the second son of Stonehelm.

The other party is seeking revenge for his brother, Donald Swin, who was once Renly's advisor but was killed by a hail of arrows during Stannis's coup attempt to seize Storm's End.

Therefore, it is reasonable and morally justifiable for Baron Sven to seek revenge against Stannis.

Although Stannis claimed after taking Storm's End that Renly and Viserys conspired to kill him and hand over Storm's End, and that he learned of the plot beforehand, he acted first, and that Renly had committed patricide.

However, after capturing Storm's End, Stannis found no evidence in Renly's bedroom that Renly and Viserys were plotting to kill him.

There was no correspondence between the two; the only thing found was a blank sheet of paper on the table.

After learning of this, Stannis locked himself in his room for three days and then ordered the news to be kept secret.

However, secrets never stay hidden forever, especially since there are still many guards and servants in Storm's End who were once loyal to Renly and still remember him fondly.

Compared to Stannis, who always had a stern face and acted as if everyone owed him five hundred silver deer, Renly, who was gentle, considerate of his subordinates, and unpretentious, was naturally more popular with his men.

Therefore, the news eventually leaked out. Although no one dared to mention it to Stannis's face, it was inevitably the subject of much discussion in private.

Stannis lay in a pool of blood as the guards of Storm's End surrounded the murderer and swarmed him.

"catch him!"

"catch him!"

Baron Swin, the second son of Stonehelm, was a brave and skilled warrior, but after killing Stannis, he was ultimately outnumbered.