Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, upon seeing her husband's current state, the words that were on the tip of her tongue suddenly stopped, and she swallowed them back down.

Chapter 605 In the Name of the King!

Let's stop here.

The surrounding noise all quieted down, and the nobles from the seven kingdoms stopped whispering, their faces still showing surprise.

Robert's hoarse, low voice suddenly stirred a strong sense of danger within Cersei, a feeling she had never experienced from her husband before.

It seemed that if she uttered another word, none of the knights in King's Landing could guarantee her survival.

"you..."

Cersei instinctively shrank back, her face showing a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

At this moment, Robert finally raised his head, his eyes, which were as large as copper bells, were bloodshot, sending a chill down one's spine.

However, he did not look at Cersei, but instead looked at the judgment seat, at the familiar or unfamiliar faces on it.

Their faces, bearing a variety of emotions—from self-mockery to pity—finally settled on the face of the silver-haired young man.

Viserys had just exchanged a few words with his queen and niece, a smile still on his face, when he keenly noticed Robert's gaze. He turned his head, interlaced his fingers on the table, leaned back in his chair, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

“I’m willing to plead guilty, kid.”

Robert, his eyes bloodshot, looked up at Viserys through his disheveled hair and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Oh?"

"Robert, are you willing to plead guilty?"

The silver-haired youth sitting in the dock narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing Robert's words.

"Yes, I want to plead guilty."

Robert remained standing there, his voice hoarse. Only then did people realize that the shackles on King Robert's hands and feet had become severely deformed, with bloodstains on the edges. His wrists were cut and bleeding, and blood dripped onto the ground.

"King Robert's power..."

The nobles from the seven surrounding kingdoms couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.

Although everyone knows that King Robert is synonymous with power, this scene was still terrifying; in his rage, he nearly broke the shackles on his hands with his bare hands.

Meanwhile, Cersei's face was also filled with surprise and uncertainty, and she was filled with lingering fear. Fortunately, she had a keen sixth sense and sensed the danger, so she shut her mouth in time.

Otherwise, if she continued, none of the knights of King's Landing could save her, not even her lover Jaime Lannister.

Black Bug, commander of the Unsullied Legion, and Brynden Tully, commander-in-chief of the Capital Garrison, both narrowed their eyes upon witnessing this scene.

"His Majesty."

Then they all turned to look at Viserys, wondering if they should restrain the prisoner and change his shackles, but Viserys raised his hand to stop them, without interrupting Robert.

“I confess that I overthrew the Mad King’s rule, I ended the Targaryen dynasty’s three-hundred-year reign, I seized the throne, and I personally killed Rhaegar Targaryen, the rapist who raped my fiancée!”

Robert spoke harshly.

"I admit to killing women and children during the war, and I admit to going out to prostitutes and squandering millions of dollars!"

"I am guilty!"

"However, my sin is that I didn't completely wipe out the Targaryen family! I let you live!"

"Even if I kill you, I will still be the king!"

"My sin was listening to Jon Arryn's words that 'her father would contribute to the stability of the throne' and marrying that bitch!"

Robert pointed at Cersei, who was standing to the side, causing the blonde woman's face to turn slightly pale.

She sensed that Robert was losing control of his emotions, and she quietly tried to get away, afraid that he would suddenly grab her and kill her.

At this moment, Cersei also regretted provoking Robert too much. However, in order for her two children to regain their freedom, and even in order to survive, she had to reveal Joffrey and Myrcella's identities.

Robert's seemingly mad appearance immediately put the Unsullied soldiers and Gold Robes present on edge.

"drink--"

The Unsullied soldiers formed a circle around him, holding spears and round shields.

"Take him!"

Reyne, sitting next to Viserys, tensed up upon hearing Robert's outrageous remarks. She then stood up from her chair and gripped the hilt of her Valyrian steel sword at her waist.

"I'm going to kill him."

Because Viserys had promised her that Reyne would personally carry out Robert's execution, the girl wanted to avenge her father Rhaegar with her own hands.

The Unsullied soldiers swarmed forward to take down the crazed Robert, but Cersei had already fled to a distance, pale-faced and afraid of being accidentally injured.

"I am the king!"

"You are a king too!"

"Boy!"

However, Robert, surrounded in the center, still had bloodshot eyes. He ignored the sharp spears and shields around him, staring intently at Viserys, and roared furiously.

"Except for you!"

"None of them can judge me!"

"There's no one here!"

Black Bug, the leader of the Unsullied soldiers, had a cold look in his eyes. He was about to order Robert to be captured, but Viserys stopped him once again.

"Let him finish speaking."

The silver-haired youth on the stage stood up, helped Renis sit down, and stared calmly at the mad Robert Baratheon with his violet eyes.

"Robert, how do you want me to judge you?"

Viserys' words stopped the Unsullied soldiers who were about to pounce on Robert.

Robert, surrounded and staring at Viserys on the platform, seemed to have gone mad, no longer angry but laughing heartily.

His laughter was loud, and his face turned red under his messy beard. He laughed until he was out of breath and coughed repeatedly before finally speaking in a booming voice.

"I must appeal to the gods in heaven!"

"In the name of Robert Baratheon I, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!"

Robert's seemingly insane words chilled everyone present.

"In the presence of the spokespeople of the gods! In the people of King's Landing! And in the presence of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms!"

"I demand a trial by combat!"

"In the name of the King! Will you refuse?"

...

Robert's words silenced the tens of thousands of people watching the trial and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. Everyone's breathing became labored, and then all eyes turned to the silver-haired youth standing on the judge's bench.

Viserys stood on the platform, his expression calm, staring at Robert below, remaining silent for a long time.

"His Majesty…"

On the other side, the Vale Governor Petyr Baelish stood up with a worried expression and spoke quickly to persuade him.

“You are the king, you are the future of the nation. You have no need to risk your life for a loser…”

However, at this moment, Viserys suddenly let out a strange sneer. He ignored Littlefinger's words and turned to walk off the stage, addressing his squire Robb Stark beside him.

"Bring me my sword!"

wow——

"Ohhhh!"

The trial, which was being watched by tens of thousands of people, instantly erupted into an uproar, with deafening clamor erupting from the crowd.

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

The reddish-brown-haired boy's face flushed red, perhaps from excitement, and upon hearing Viserys's words, he hurriedly ran to fetch his sword.

Chapter 606 Showdown

"His Majesty!"

"You don't need to take action yourself! I'm willing to fight in your place!"

Standing beside the King and Queen, the red-haired female knight Mia, a member of the Royal Guard, held the Dragon Slayer Sword and spoke.

Arianne, sitting next to Viserys, also had several changes in expression. She knew that although her husband had only fought a handful of times, he was extremely skilled in combat. At the age of sixteen, he easily defeated Gregor Clegane, known as the most evil man in the Seven Kingdoms, in a one-on-one fight, and later even captured the giant king.

"my sweetheart..."

However, Arianne had grown up in the Water Palace and had never been to a battlefield or seen Viserys in action, so her words still carried a hint of worry.

But Viserys just shook his head and waved his hand casually.

"It's alright."

Robert was not a threat to him; there was a vast qualitative difference between them, a difference like that between an adult and a child, or a dragon and a stag.

"His Majesty."

Viserys then stepped down from the judgment seat, and his squire, a reddish-brown-haired boy, brought him his sword.

Snapped--

Viserys reached out and took the scabbard, briefly drawing the sword out to examine it. The crimson longsword exuded a chilling aura, but when he held it in his hand, he didn't feel that way at all; instead, he was enveloped in warmth. He then sheathed the sword.

"I will put on your armor."

Robb Stark then continued, "The Unsullied soldiers have brought over the armor that Viserys usually wears."

This is a set of Valyrian steel armor brought back from the Valyrian ruins. It is entirely silver-white and very thin, yet its defensive capabilities are astonishing. Ordinary swords and blades cannot even leave a scratch on it, let alone break through its defenses.

However, Viserys had not been in battle for a long time, so this suit of armor was naturally left unused and covered in dust, and he rarely wore it himself anymore.

"No need."

Viserys shook his head slightly, then handed the twilight in his hand back to Robb.