Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Dragonstone and Braavos were separated by the Narrow Sea, a distance of thousands of miles, and had no prior contact. Why would they suddenly send an envoy?

Could he be a scammer...?

The thought flashed through Viserys's mind.

It wasn't that the boy was inherently suspicious, but rather that too many things had happened recently, which had made him somewhat paranoid, seeing everyone as a liar, a mole, or an assassin.

"Let him in first, and hear what this envoy from Braavos has to say."

"His Majesty."

Sir Jeffrey, who was standing next to the head of the table in the drawing room, suddenly spoke up.

He had just overheard Viserys' conversation with the guards and knew that a messenger from Braavos had arrived. He was also curious about the messenger's purpose.

Viserys hesitated for a moment in the hall, but finally nodded.

"In that case, let's invite him over first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard agreed and then withdrew.

Viserys then led the group down the stone drum tower to the hall on the lowest floor.

This was the place for receiving important guests. Viserys valued the messenger from Braavos. At this moment, the boy sat on the cold stone throne, with rays of sunlight streaming in from both sides, illuminating the ground and the dust.

The silver-haired boy sat on the throne, straightened his clothes slightly, and put on the crown that his mother, Queen Leila, had given him.

The crown, made of pure gold and inlaid with a huge ruby, reflected a scorching light in the sunlight, like a flame burning fiercely between the boy's eyebrows.

Ser Geoffrey, commander of the Dragonstone fleet, sat with his head held high beside the throne, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his gray hair slightly disheveled, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Braavos envoy.

Not too much time has passed.

Rumbling--

The gates of the Dragonstone Castle's main hall were pushed open by the guards.

The young king, seated on his throne, gazed toward the gate with his pale purple eyes, while the guards who had pushed open the gate stepped aside, revealing the person standing behind them.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a gray-brown coat, deerskin boots, and a string of wooden beads on his wrist. He has a square face and dark hair.

Behind the middle-aged man in the gray-brown robe was a young swordsman dressed in black, with a narrow and thin sword at his waist.

His hair was a bit messy, and he looked somewhat unkempt, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, as if they could see right through people.

"In Braavos, only assassins wear gaudy clothes."

As Viserys was looking the two men up and down, the old knight sitting next to him leaned forward slightly and whispered an explanation in his ear.

When Jeffrey was young, he left his family and hometown because of murder and wandered around. He once went to the continent of Essos alone, worked as a mercenary, a sailor, and even worked as a waiter in a tavern.

Braavos was also a place he had wandered through, so he naturally knew its customs very well.

“The truly wealthy and powerful swordsmen and faceless men often wear black and dark clothes. The officials, watchmen and judges of Braavos often wear monotonous gray-brown coats.”

Viserys heard the old sergeant whisper in his ear, and without turning his head, he silently nodded, looking at the two people standing at the bottom of the steps.

Meanwhile, the Braavos messenger below the steps also looked up to observe the young king sitting on the throne.

He then bowed slightly and spoke first.

"His Majesty."

Chapter 55 Handwritten Letter

However, Viserys, sitting on his cold throne, did not rush to speak.

The ruby ​​on the boy's crown, like a flame, reflected a faint light, and his pale purple eyes continued to scrutinize the two people standing below.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was slightly quiet.

The Dragonstone guards on both sides gripped their spears tightly, their eyes fixed on the two men standing in the hall who claimed to be envoys of Braavos. At Viserys's command, they could swarm forward and capture the two men on the spot.

In their view, an envoy would surely be dressed in magnificent clothes, unlike the two people in front of them.

One was dressed in a plain, simple gray-brown outfit, while the other was dressed in black like an assassin, with a cloak and a thin, small toy resembling a 'woman's longsword' hanging at his waist.

This particular weapon was deemed impractical by the soldiers of Westeros.

And in the center of the main hall.

The two people under everyone's gaze remained calm. The envoy in the gray-brown robe had a composed expression, his eyes still fixed on Viserys, while the warrior behind him had one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The atmosphere inside the main hall froze.

Viserys remained silent, observing the two men and trying to discern their identities, hoping to find some clues.

Not long after, the envoy from Braavos was the first to give in. He didn't know why he felt pressured when he looked at this young king who had lost the Iron Throne and was in exile.

He was clearly just an eight-year-old child.

"His Majesty."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a gray-brown robe, couldn't help but bow slightly once more and took the initiative to speak.

"We come from Braavos, on the orders of Lord Neptune, to pay our respects to Your Majesty and to deliver a personal letter from Lord Neptune."

The Braavos envoy's accent and vocabulary were slightly strange, making everyone present feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Viserys remained calm, staring intently at his opponent.

"A handwritten letter?"

He heard that this person was going to deliver a personal letter from the Sea King of Braavos, which made him slightly more convinced of the other party's identity, but he still needed to see the letter before he could make a judgment.

However, he had something else to say right now and wasn't in a hurry to read the handwritten letter.

Viserys sat on his throne, one hand resting on the cold armrest, then leaned forward slightly to adjust his posture. The crown on his head reflected the sunlight before he spoke.

"The messenger can speak Valyrian directly."

"I understand."

He knew that although Braavos had never been part of the Valyrian Freehold, it was a city-state founded about five hundred years before Aegon's landing by refugees fleeing Valyrian slavery, so their native language was Valyrian.

As the heir to House Targaryen, Viserys was naturally very familiar with Valyrian, so there was no need for them to speak Westeros's common language as fellow countrymen.

Furthermore, the messenger from Braavos spoke a rather awkward Common Tongue, which made Viserys somewhat uncomfortable to listen to.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, for my rudeness."

The Braavos messenger was both surprised and delighted to hear that Viserys could speak fluent Valyrian.

The good news is that he no longer needs to speak in the obscure Common Tongue of Westeros.

What surprised him was that he didn't know if Viserys had overheard him whispering to the swordsman next to him.

Otherwise, he would likely be dragged out and executed, and even if the news were relayed back to Aquaman, it would be his own fault.

He assumed that the Targaryen family had long since abandoned Valyrian and adopted the common language of Westeros since nearly three hundred years had passed since the conquest of Westeros. After all, even Aegon I converted to the Seven after the conquest.

However, the truth is that this messenger had never been in contact with any members of the Targaryen family and was somewhat ignorant; the Targaryens had not abandoned the Valyrian language.

However, Viserys didn't actually hear what he had just muttered about Scorpion below, after all, the throne was so far away from below, and his ears weren't super hearing.

The boy looked at the two messengers and then continued speaking.

"You two... please tell us your names."

Upon hearing Viserys's words, the leading envoy in the grey-brown robe straightened his expression slightly and bowed once more.

“Your Majesty, my name is Cleon Meisner, and I am a municipal official in Braavos.”

The city magistrate is primarily responsible for conveying the decrees of the Sea King of Braavos and managing the city; he can be seen as the Sea King's assistant in terms of governance.

Then the messenger, named Cleon, turned around and introduced the swordsman beside him.

"His name is Cyrio Forel, and he is Lord Neptune's personal bodyguard and the chief swordsman of Braavos."

After the other party finished introducing him, the black-robed swordsman standing behind Cleon bowed slightly and spoke for the first time.

"His Majesty."

Viserys felt a slight sense of familiarity upon hearing the name of the black-clad swordsman.

“Syrio Forrell?”

He felt like he'd heard the name somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

Ser Geoffrey, sitting next to him, thought Viserys didn't know what the position of Chief Swordsman was, so he whispered an explanation in his ear once again.

"Your Majesty, I have heard of this person's name."

"Sirius Forel, as the chief swordsman of Braavos, can be considered the best swordsman in Braavos at present."

“These people… they possess extraordinary insight, and protecting Aquaman’s safety is their greatest duty.”

Viserys tilted his head and listened, then nodded slightly. In fact, he didn't need the old knight to remind him; he seemed to vaguely remember who this person was.

And at this time.

Below, Cleon reached into his pocket, pulled out a letter, and held it in both hands with a respectful demeanor before speaking again.

"This is the letter that Lord Neptune wrote to His Majesty in his own handwriting."

A guard standing on one side of the hall stepped forward, took the letter from the messenger, checked it to make sure it wasn't poisoned or tampered with, and then walked to the throne on the steps and handed it to Viserys.

Viserys reached out and took the letter from the guard, a personal letter from the Sea King of Braavos.

He was actually quite curious about what this seemingly unrelated sea king wanted to say to him.

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The boy then tore open the letter in his hand.

Chapter 56 In-laws

Viserys tore open the envelope, pulled out its contents, and unfolded it to read.

Ferrego Antalion is the current Aquaman.

King Braavos is the ruler of the free city-state of Braavos, and his personal bodyguard is known as the Chief Swordsman of Braavos. The disheveled-haired Cyrio Forel standing below holds this important position.