Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 53 Execution

"Yes."

The old knight wasn't wearing armor today, just a grey robe, and his face was slightly gloomy. He then nodded.

So, in that case...

Viserys paced back and forth in front of the throne, looking somewhat bewildered, his eyes slightly unfocused.

He recalled the last time he saw his mother, when Queen Leila's mental state was already very bad. She often experienced visual and auditory hallucinations, and would inexplicably go crazy, shouting, getting angry, or crying.

At that time, Viserys thought that his mother was slightly mentally unstable due to her pregnancy and the series of shocks she had experienced.

However, it now seems... that all of this was very likely man-made.

"My mother...shouldn't have died..."

"Is that so, Sir?"

Viserys abruptly stopped slightly, then turned to ask the old knight standing beside him.

Sir Jeffrey's face was grim, and his silence on Viserys's question was tantamount to an admission of guilt.

Queen Leila shouldn't have died. Despite suffering one blow after another, she showed remarkable strength.

She has been married to the "Mad King" for so many years and has suffered countless abuses without going insane. How could she suddenly break down and become mentally unstable at this time?

And Viserys tried hard to recall what was destined to happen if things had followed the original trajectory.

The real Viserys was also slowly becoming mentally unstable, irritable, and psychologically twisted. Even the gentle Daenerys would go berserk after being provoked.

"So...that's how it is?"

Viserys stood motionless, staring blankly at the sky and sea behind his seat, somewhat lost in thought.

He should have thought of this long ago.

However, he did not expect that.

Viserys and Queen Leila both took hallucinogens and became insane and irritable under their influence, while Daenerys, in her mother's womb, may have also been affected by the drugs.

However, in today's world...

Viserys was also given a large dose of hallucinogens by the acting lord of Dragonstone, but he did not show any signs of madness; he only occasionally experienced some hallucinations.

For example, last night I sat on the Conqueror's Throne in the Hall of Maps, looking at the map of Westeros, following the route Aegon I had taken, recalling the stories the old Maester had told him about this war.

Eventually, the shadow of this war vaguely appeared in my mind, as if I had really witnessed it firsthand.

In retrospect, it was probably the hallucinogens that worked, and Viserys became lost in his own fantasies.

However, it is also quite obvious that Viserys consumed more hallucinogens than Queen Leila, but the poison did not seem to have a significant effect on him.

Viserys only experienced mild auditory and visual hallucinations, and did not exhibit the mental instability seen in his mother.

The old knight stood beside the throne, watching Viserys stand there in a daze, and felt a little sorry for him.

This situation is indeed very cruel.

It might be acceptable if Queen Leila died in childbirth, but she shouldn't have died.

It shouldn't have turned out that way at all, but because someone tarnished its honor, they used such despicable means as poisoning a pregnant woman with a child, leading to this tragic end.

The old jazz musician's white hair fluttered in the wind as he took a deep breath.

The despicable usurper wished he could tear the other party to pieces.

But there's something even more important now...

"His Majesty."

The hall was silent, but after a long silence, the old knight finally broke it and spoke.

"Perhaps we should find a doctor to diagnose your current physical condition."

There are no more scholars on Dragonstone, and ordinary people cannot receive the same care as nobles and the wealthy, so they usually have to rely on local doctors and midwives and their knowledge of herbs.

In fact, medical skills on the continent of Westeros are not very advanced.

This also shows how remarkable it was that the old scholar was able to live to be eighty years old.

They can even use herbal decoctions for oral administration or external application for common and simple illnesses and wounds.

Sword and knife wounds are disinfected using extreme methods, such as boiling water, fire, or hot milk. The latter two involve directly burning the wound.

If the wound has already started to rot, you can use maggots to eat away the rotting limbs and then bandage it. If necessary, you can also suture the wound and apply an ointment containing mustard seeds, nettles, and baker's yeast to the wound to prevent infection.

However, these must be used in conjunction with drugs such as poppy milk and sleeping pills to numb and relieve pain.

If poppy milk is unavailable, physical coma should be used, but such methods are generally not employed unless in extreme circumstances.

All of these are for treating illnesses and wounds, but for Viserys' current condition, there is only one other way...

That is bloodletting therapy.

Scholars and doctors believed that if someone was poisoned, the poison should be removed from the body, and that any necessary cuts should be made.

Once the venom has seeped into the bloodstream, bloodletting is necessary. Releasing the venom from the body allows pure blood to refill its original position, thus neutralizing the poison.

Viserys's cheek twitched slightly upon hearing Sir Jeffrey's words, as if recalling a very unpleasant memory, before he decisively refused.

"No need, Sir."

"I feel great now and there's no need to bother the doctor."

Then, Viserys didn't give Sir Jeffrey a chance to continue speaking, and changed the subject again.

“I think you understand very well.”

"Only drunkards, bastards, and women from free-trading cities would use poison as a weapon."

Viserys stared directly into Sir Jeffrey's eyes, his gaze burning with anger, and for some reason, the old sergeant felt a little uneasy under the gaze of those pale purple eyes.

"same."

“I know you believe that a just king should not abuse punishments, even if he is a sinner whom the Seven Gods have already determined to be.”

"However, I don't want you to continue stopping me..."

Viserys then brushed past the old man and strode down from the main seat.

At the same time, he gripped the hilt of the sword tied to his waist with his left hand, and with his other hand he drew out a short sword that was only slightly longer than a dagger.

Clang——

"Because there's something I have to do myself next."

The razor-sharp short sword gleamed with a cold light. Viserys gripped the hilt tightly, his face cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"

The illegitimate child, who was lying on the ground bound hand and foot, saw the adorable silver-haired boy approaching.

A look of terror appeared in his eyes.

Chapter 54 Braavos

Viserys personally ended the life of this bastard.

Blood was splattered on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood filled the round table hall. Several guards turned their eyes slightly away, some unable to bear to look.

Then, after a wink from the silent Sir Geoffrey, two guards pinched their noses, stepped forward, and dragged the body away.

A long trail of blood was left on the ground, and servants came up with buckets of water to wash away the bloodstains.

After Viserys killed the man to avenge his mother, he took a deep breath, and the black mist was silently absorbed into his body, unnoticed by anyone else.

Then he turned around.

The old maid stood by a stone pillar. Ironically, the soldiers present were frightened by the scene before them and refused to watch any longer, while this woman witnessed the entire event.

Because the other party killed Queen Leila, the once kind and lively little girl.

This is now simply a matter of blood for blood.

The old maid, dressed in a gray robe and with a square scarf wrapped around her head, spat fiercely. Then, seeing Viserys turn around, she quickly took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, placed it on her sleeve, and stepped forward.

"His Majesty."

Viserys tilted his head slightly to look at the old maid, who had followed them, an orphan and a widow, all the way from the Red Keep, and had also endured countless hardships.

"Thank you, Sophia."

Viserys nodded slightly, then took a handkerchief from the old maid's sleeve and gently wiped the bloodstains from his hands.

And at this time.

A guard entered through the door and whispered a few words in Viserys' ear.

"what?"

Upon hearing what the guard said, a clear look of astonishment appeared on Viserys' face.

Then he handed the blood-stained handkerchief back to the old maid, turned around and looked at the guard standing beside him, and asked seriously once again.

"You mean... there's a merchant ship from Braavos on board, and a man claiming to be an envoy from Braavos has come to visit?"

The guard heard Viserys repeat the question, and then quickly nodded.

"Yes."

"this…"

The young king's expression suddenly became slightly strange.

"Bravos..."

He certainly knew where Braavos was. This city was the most unique and powerful of the free trade city-states across the Narrow Sea, often referred to as the 'City of Secrets' or the 'Bastard Daughter of Valyria.' It consisted of a series of islands at the northwesternmost tip of the continent of Essos, located at the confluence of the Narrow Sea and the Trembling Sea.

He wasn't surprised that Braavos merchant ships would dock here, after all, Dragonstone blocked the entrance to Blackwater Bay, and merchant ships from the free trade cities had to pass through here to conduct trade with King's Landing.

In fact, the Targaryen fleet did not blockade the entire Blackwater Bay, because that would only cause negligible damage to King's Landing, but would attract too many enemies to the Targaryen.

but...

He was somewhat puzzled as to why Braavos would suddenly send a messenger to visit him.