Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

After half a day of travel and a night's rest yesterday, the group passed through Rossby City and continued along the main road of the Royal Territory, heading straight for the port of Dusk Valley City.

That was the territory of the Lake family, where the loyal Earl Riverley guarded the not-so-important port of Duskvale for His Majesty the King.

Although the middle-aged coach believed that Earl Riverey might not be reliable either, those who had not yet made a decision amidst the overwhelming tide of defections were already considered to be loyal to the king.

The weather is a bit gloomy today.

The carriage curtains were slightly lifted, revealing a dim light outside.

A light drizzle pattered on the roof of the carriage, and the road became muddy, making the carriage move with difficulty, swaying from side to side.

Viserys sat in the carriage, gazing out the window at the trees shrouded in a misty rain. A cool breeze swept over him, making his heart feel heavy.

"I always have a bad feeling."

Sir William.

The silver-haired boy sat in his seat, his gaze shifting from the scenery outside to the man directly opposite him, while Renis sat obediently beside him, holding a cat.

At this moment, the clever little girl realized that this was not a trip, otherwise her grandmother would not have risked traveling far in such weather.

Meanwhile, in the same carriage, Sir William Darryl, sitting directly opposite Viserys, looked out the window and paused for a moment. He was now fully armored, with a longsword and a short spear at his waist.

He had some bad news, but he didn't know whether he should tell the prince.

The large ship that had set sail with them from King's Landing was attacked by a group of unidentified pirates before it even left Blackwater Bay.

Looking back now, it seems that something terrible has happened.

He felt a chill run down his spine when the news arrived this morning from King's Landing on horseback.

Although he already knew that the Red Keep was riddled with holes and leaking air, and that the rebels would inevitably find out about it during this trip, he did not expect the rebels to act so quickly.

Furthermore, as far as he knew, the allied forces formed by the North, the Valley, the Riverlands, and the Stormlands were not superior in terms of ships, having almost no sampans capable of being launched. Otherwise, Storm's End, which was blockaded by the Qingting Island fleet, would not still be unblocked.

Fortunately, he was cautious and did not choose the waterway that everyone thought was safe. Instead, he hid the queen and prince in the carriage, keeping it completely sealed off, and left King's Landing discreetly.

Now the enemy must know that Queen Leila and Viserys did not travel by boat.

"Your Highness need not worry, the soldiers are ready for battle."

Sir William sat in the carriage, one hand on the hilt of his sword, and said in a deep voice.

"However, we still need to move faster."

Viserys was unaware of the terrible news at sea, nor did he know what Sir William was thinking, but he nodded nonetheless.

Compared to the soldiers outside, he was already quite content to be able to sit in a carriage covered with soft furs.

"I understand."

...

soon.

It's dusk again.

After a long day of travel, coupled with today's terrible weather—a light drizzle that lasted all day and muddy roads that left everyone exhausted—the journey was over.

And just then, misfortune struck again.

Queen Leila's carriage suddenly broke its axle, perhaps because it had hit a stone.

The horse let out a painful whine and was almost pulled down, but fortunately Sir William and several soldiers pulled it back in time, untied its bridle, and let it rest for a while.

Queen Leila and her two maids emerged somewhat disheveled from the carriage, but fortunately the light rain that had been falling all day had stopped for a moment.

However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the team's progress had to be temporarily halted.

However, this also gave everyone some time to rest. Sir William had repeatedly ordered an expedited journey, cutting the rest time in half, and the soldiers and warhorses were starting to feel the strain.

With the order for a temporary break being issued, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Viserys jumped down from the carriage and offered the intact carriage to his mother, who had fallen and was somewhat disheveled.

He also came down to stretch his muscles.

Although riding in a carriage was more comfortable than for others, it was still quite tiring after a day.

Furthermore, roads in that era were not very smooth, and horse-drawn carriages did not have excellent shock absorption.

Then they saw the middle-aged instructor, leaning on his sword hilt with one hand, standing in front of the abandoned carriage.

The silver-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked up.

Sir William.

Viserys spoke politely.

"May I ask you for guidance on swordsmanship?"

William Darryl, who was keeping his head down and remaining silent, did not expect His Highness the Prince to suddenly say such a thing.

He was momentarily stunned.

"Why would Your Highness have such a thought?"

This reminded the middle-aged instructor of an incident from over a decade ago, when a boy obsessed with reading and playing the harp suddenly found him one day and told him, 'Give me a longsword and armor; it seems I must become a warrior.'

And he later indeed became one of the most skilled knights on the continent of Westeros; he was Viserys's brother, Rhaegar Targaryen.

“I’m seven years old now, old enough to receive knight training.”

However, the silver-haired boy tilted his head back and did not answer the coach's question directly.

"And I will definitely use it in the future."

"Isn't that so?"

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Since it was His Highness the Prince's request, the somewhat disheveled man nodded in agreement without much hesitation.

As Viserys said, it will always be useful in the future.

The current situation is not very good...

He once taught Rhaegar, and now he's teaching Viserys. These two Targaryen brothers should both call themselves his teachers, and that's something to be proud of.

However, this is only a rest stop during the journey, so there isn't much he can teach.

But whether it's a knight fighting on horseback or a warrior slaying on the ground, the most basic things remain unchanged.

The middle-aged instructor hesitated only slightly before drawing his sword from his waist.

Clang——

The gleaming blade was somewhat dazzling, and the crisp sound of the longsword being drawn attracted the attention of many soldiers who were resting, including Queen Leila, who was tidying her clothes inside the carriage. Renis was also peering out of the carriage window at the silver-haired boy under the tree not far away.

"Viserys".

"Sir William is already very tired, don't disturb him."

Queen Leila, sitting in the carriage, frowned slightly, then spoke softly with a hint of worry.

Viserys's figure, swaying as he held that heavy longsword, appeared in a pair of pale purple eyes.

She was more worried about whether Viserys would get injured.

Actually, a sword isn't very heavy, but wielding it easily still requires a lot of physical strength. For a boy who is only seven years old and has just passed the age to receive knight training, it still seems a bit strenuous.

And this is the foundation of knight training.

"It's alright, Your Majesty."

The middle-aged man with messy hair heard Queen Leila's words, turned his head to look at her, and then bowed slightly before speaking.

"It's just a little toy, and every boy will eventually have to lift it up."

Many soldiers sitting on rocks or leaning against trees nearby laughed upon hearing this.

“That’s right, Your Majesty.”

As guards within the Red Keep, they all knew that Queen Leila was a gentle and kind person. Without her intervention, countless people would have been burned to death by her husband.

William Darryl had been the Red Keep's coach for many years, and even her eldest son, Rhaegar, had been trained by him. Queen Leila hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

She believed that Sir William knew his limits and would not allow Viserys to get hurt.

And he was right. In this era, a boy is destined to pick up this 'little toy' and risk his life to protect his loved ones.

Then.

The middle-aged instructor looked down at the boy who was struggling to hold the longsword, and his smile faded slightly.

“Your Highness, at your age you should be given a wooden sword to practice with.”

"But these are special times, so I can only use my sword."

As the instructor of the Red Keep, William Darryl was highly skilled and had taught many formidable warriors and knights, which was why Viserys sought his guidance.

No one was better suited to teach him self-defense than William Dary.

Viserys nodded as he listened to Sir William's words, while still struggling to control the sword and prevent it from falling to the ground.

The middle-aged coach had observed Viserys' performance closely and nodded with some satisfaction.

Seven gods above.

Viserys was not much inferior to his brother, at least in terms of attitude.

He then continued speaking, drawing a longsword from the waist of another soldier sitting next to him.

"Whether it's a spear, a gun, or a sword, these types of weapons all have one best, simplest, and most effective move."

The middle-aged coach looked calmly at Viserys, then thrust his longsword straight out.

Because of the force applied, the sword thrust out with a whooshing sound.

"Learn to use the sharp end to stab the enemy."

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

A single, well-timed strike can pierce the enemy's throat.

After the middle-aged instructor finished demonstrating, he sheathed his sword and handed it to the soldier beside him, then turned to look at Viserys.