Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"This thing..."

Viserys frowned slightly, then pondered carefully. He didn't know where the other party came from or what purpose it served.

Yesterday, Viserys was receiving envoys from Nath in the gardens of the Red Keep when, during their stroll, he suddenly had a sudden inspiration and noticed the presence of this flame.

The Nas people heard that a great empire was rapidly rising in the far west, and especially that they learned who the ruler of this great power was. Therefore, they sent envoys from afar to visit King's Landing.

The Nas are the most peace-loving race in the world. Because of their kindness to others, they are often referred to as the Peaceful People by sailors.

The Nas people love music and abhor war and killing. They are even reluctant to harm animals and trees, so they only eat fruits and vegetables. Unfortunately, their kind nature became the cause of their racial disaster, as countless bandits and slave traders came to Nas Island to capture slaves.

The Nath were briefly protected by the Valyrian Freehold, but with the collapse of the Valyrian Empire, they once again became slave trading centers, while also exporting special spices, wines, and exquisite handicrafts and silks.

Therefore, when the Nath heard that the descendants of Valyria had once again established an empire, they rushed over to seek refuge.

They had sought help from the Targaryen family before, but unfortunately, Maegor Targaryen did not offer them any substantial assistance, merely giving them some gold and silver before sending them away.

But this time, after hundreds of years, the Nath still came back, unwilling to give up, seeking the help of the new king, Viserys.

Unfortunately, Viserys was powerless to help them because of the natural 'butterfly disease' on Nas Island.

This is an extremely serious disease, believed to be caused by butterflies, messengers raised by the 'God of Harmony' worshipped by the Nas people, to protect the island's inhabitants. All outsiders who stay on the island will die from the disease within a year, which is the real reason why the Nas people have survived to this day without being completely wiped out.

However, although Viserys politely declined the Nathian messenger's request, he suddenly had a change of heart and didn't make his statement too definitive.

They only said they would consider sending a fleet to be stationed on the islands near Nas Island in the future, but for the time being, there is still a war among the seven nations, so they cannot make a decision yet.

Even so, the young Nathian envoy was deeply grateful, bowing repeatedly in thanks before leaving the Red Keep.

He brought his two brothers and a sister with him on this trip. They had just finished their business and were taking a stroll around King's Landing. There was no such magnificent city on Nath Island, only a dragonglass ruin left by the Valyrians.

For Viserys, the matter of Nas Island was something that happened by chance. He had just thought that this would be an opportunity to extend his reach to the outside world, which is why he did not completely refuse and left the people of Nas with a glimmer of hope.

At the moment, Viserys' biggest concern is his own health. After all, the foundation of the great kingdom rests entirely on his shoulders. If something happens to his health, it's uncertain how long the entire country can hold on.

Viserys did not forget the black mist emanating from the Valyrian ruins, the corrupted ancient humans, and various creatures, including corrupted dragons.

Beneath the bottomless pit of the ancient god's remains beyond the Great Wall, he grabbed an obsidian spearhead and traveled back countless millennia, witnessing the prehistoric children of the forest and extinct creatures battling a giant fire-breathing earthworm.

The veil of mystery surrounding this world has not yet been lifted. He has no idea what the purpose of the black mist hidden within Viserys' body that helped him grow, or whether it will one day reveal its fangs.

His gaze then fell once again on the suddenly awakened golden illusory flame.

"What exactly is it?"

Viserys couldn't figure it out for the time being. After all, he didn't have a teacher and could only proceed by trial and error. These secrets still needed to be explored by him slowly.

Chapter 612 Black God Cult

A few days later.

The Night's Watch's northward expedition has passed through Pighorn and reached Lake Godeye.

Night falls, and all is quiet.

The entire city of King's Landing fell into a quiet atmosphere. Since the outbreak of the war, King's Landing had always been the safest place in the Seven Kingdoms. This long war swept across all the Seven Kingdoms except Dorne, and King's Landing was also among them, but it achieved unification without bloodshed.

Therefore, King's Landing is the only city in the war zone that has not suffered the ravages of war, and its people are still able to live and work in peace and contentment, with a tranquil and peaceful pace of life.

Since unifying the seven kingdoms, Viserys has also let go of his long-standing tension and has finally become much more relaxed, no longer as apprehensive and cautious as before.

"You mean Robb has a crush on that Rose girl?"

Arianne lay languidly on the bed, highlighting her perfect curves: smooth shoulders, a slender waist, a pert bottom, and finally, smooth, firm thighs.

"Ah."

"perhaps."

Viserys, also wearing pajamas, leaned against the headboard, and the couple chatted casually after putting their worries aside.

Viserys mentioned Robb's recent unusual behavior, such as blushing when he sees a girl, even becoming stuttering when he speaks, and deliberately grooming himself like a rooster courting a mate.

The girl was none other than Margaery Tyrell, the little rose whom Lady Olenna had forced upon King's Landing. Her lively and quirky personality captivated Robb at a banquet attended by Viserys, leaving him somewhat infatuated.

However, Margaery had mastered her grandmother's skills and had Robb completely under her thumb, maintaining a balance of intimacy without being overly intimate or distant. Robb, in turn, had long forgotten the warning Viserys had given him more than half a year earlier.

Don't be a simp.

...

"I don't like the Rose family."

"They always look at people as if their eyes are on the ceiling, looking up at them."

Upon hearing this, Arianne shook her head and spoke, then chuckled softly.

"But recently these roses have finally bowed their heads."

It's perfectly normal for Arianne, as a princess of Dorne, to be hostile to House Tyrell.

Dorne and the Reach have a long-standing feud, fighting each other for thousands of years. However, now that Arianne has become queen, her perspective on things has changed, and she no longer stands by her husband's side as before.

After all, the seven kingdoms belonged to him, and he was his own.

"However, putting aside my prejudice against the Tyrells, I also think Robb is no match for Margaery."

"I'm afraid we'll suffer a great loss in the future."

Then the naked, voluptuous woman put away her smile and spoke in a serious tone.

There may be some kind of connection between women. Margaery may appear pure and lovely, but she is actually a true disciple of Lady Thorn. Robb Stark, on the other hand, has always been groomed by Lady Catelyn and Eddard as their heir. He has been taught strategy, politics, etiquette, and war, but the one thing they have never taught him is emotion.

For a noble family like the Starks, marriages of heirs were not based on free choice but on mutual benefit, so there was no need to teach Robb how to get along with girls.

Viserys nodded slightly as he listened to Arianne's words; in fact, he shared the same view on the matter.

Compared to the intelligent and clever little rose, his servant Robb was practically an emotional child.

Then Viserys thought of something else: recently there had been an increase in the number of Black Robe Cultists in King's Landing.

They proclaimed that a world-destroying crisis was brewing within the Valyrian ruins, and that only by converting to their 'god' could one find salvation.

These methods seemed very familiar to Viserys, because they were the same methods the Cult of Red used to establish itself in Westeros.

Could it be that after the Red God Cult, a Black God Cult will rise in the future?

Viserys had no recollection of such an organization existing in the original timeline.

However, it is clear that the Valyrian Sea of ​​Smoke did not experience any disturbance in its original trajectory, but it began to change after Viserys came to this world, and the activity of the ancient ruins and the rampage of the Sea of ​​Smoke may be related to Viserys's existence.

The Black God Cult was also born because of the riots and expansion of the Smoke Sea. After all, the smoke from the riots in the Smoke Sea a few years ago had already swallowed up the land of Long Summer. Ships had to detour through the deep sea and make a big detour to avoid the fog before they could reach places like Slave Bay.

Although the expansion of the Smoke Sea is not as frightening as it once was, rapidly engulfing the lands near Long Summer, the spies sent by Viserys are still monitoring it year-round, and the Smoke Sea continues to advance slowly, day by day, minute by minute, second by second, only at a much slower pace.

Even after several years of expansion, it has only reached the vicinity of the Sea of ​​Sighs, the place where Viserys and Mia landed after escaping from the Sea of ​​Smoke.

Although places like the Land of Long Summers and the Sea of ​​Sighs are extremely far from King's Landing, there are still people living there. Their fear of the Valyrian Ruins uprising far exceeds that of the people of the Seven Kingdoms. Just as they do not know what the Others are, this is a catastrophe for these people.

The Black God Cult is clearly a distorted form of worship that arose from the fear of the smoke and fog of these pitiful people.

They worship the gray fog, believe in the gray fog, and preach the doctrine of destroying the world, believing that destruction is rebirth. However, those who believe in the meaning of destruction will survive the world-destroying blow of the demon god.

Although King's Landing enjoys freedom of religion, this newly emerging Black God cult clearly possesses very strong anti-social intentions and has naturally encountered suppression. During this period, the soldiers of the capital's garrison have been conducting a large-scale search for this group of black-robed believers who believe in the doctrine of destruction.

"I heard that many of my portraits were found during the recent crackdown on Black God Cult members?"

Both the Ministry of the Interior and Varys's Little Bird are monitoring public opinion.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Arianne unbuttoned Viserys's pajamas, gently circling her fingers on his chest, and then spoke with a smile.

“When I went out hunting, I heard that a small number of people have now given up their faith in the Seven Gods, and they also no longer have faith in the Old Gods or the Red God.”

"They believe you."

"I?"

"That's right, they believe you can lead people to overcome all difficulties and create a country that will always be peaceful and harmonious."

Viserys was slightly taken aback by what she heard. She looked at her husband, who was unusually lost in thought, then covered her mouth with the velvet blanket and chuckled a few times. She gently kissed his chest and ran her fingers down his chest.

“I think we should have a boy.”

"Viserys".

Chapter 613 Dragon Dream and First Menstruation

The next day, early in the morning.

On a large feather bed, a silky white canopy hung down, and a brown-haired girl lay on her side in the center of the bed, covered with a soft blanket, revealing her fair arms and collarbone.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were dreaming, but this dream was not so peaceful. Then her brows furrowed slightly…

Then, in the next second, he suddenly woke up, sat up straight in bed, and started breathing heavily.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

Renis had a nightmare, or rather, several nightmares.

She first dreamt that her father, Rhaegar, had died on the banks of the Trident River, with shattered rubies scattered all over the ground. Then the scene changed to a knight dressed entirely in black riding a tall black horse, puffing out smoke, charging towards her with a lance.

Even in her dream, Renis lived up to her titles of 'Princess of War' and 'Khalise the Dragon Rider'. She drew her Dark Sisters sword to fight back, but only managed to slash at one of the shadows.

The next second, her mother, Princess Elia Martell, appeared before her again. The pale-faced Princess Dorne was whispering something to her daughter, but Reynis heard nothing.

Her father, Réa, also appeared. She shouldn't remember what her father and mother looked like, but in this ever-changing dream, she could clearly recognize their identities and even see their faces.

Renis noticed that her father did indeed look remarkably like Viserys, with a resemblance of about 70%. Then, Rhaegar and his wife stood motionless, their faces expressionless and their voices devoid of any emotion, and spoke in unison.

"The dragon has three heads, and you are one of them."

Then the scene changed again.

This time, however, it was her most familiar partner, Rego, who fought alongside her, who seemed not to recognize her at all, his face contorted with rage as he breathed dragonfire at her.

It was under these circumstances that Renis suddenly woke up, and before she knew it, she was covered in a cold sweat.

Tap tap…

She sat on the soft, large feather bed. The bedroom was quiet, and the servants in the Meg building moved very quietly, all moving with great care.