Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He just lacks someone to support him in doing so, so that he has more courage to stand firm in his inner thoughts.

This is essentially a gamble and a game of chance.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Maester Daniels thought Viserys was better than Prince Rhaegar.

He will try to redeem himself in adversity, never give up, and always come up with ideas that are unexpected by others.

...

"I will obey Your Majesty's arrangements."

The two messengers from Braavos naturally had no objection to Viserys's arrangements.

After all, this was a private meeting between the Targaryen's young king and their sea king; they were merely acting as messengers, with everything done in the best interests of the group.

Viserys then waved his hand slightly, and a guard led the two envoys out to rest temporarily inside the castle, as they still needed to discuss the matter.

After the two messengers left, Sir Geoffrey, who was sitting in a chair next to the throne, finished reading the entire letter written by Aquaman.

Just like Viserys had been, the old man also fell into deep thought.

However, the old man remained silent for a long time, then raised his head slightly, just about to open his mouth to say something, but hesitated and glanced at Viserys.

The young king, having experienced too much of the ways of the world, was oblivious to everything, and naturally understood the old man's meaning.

He then waved his hand once more to dismiss the guards on either side.

soon.

Only the old man and the young man remained in the entire hall, and then Viserys turned his head away.

"Perhaps I should forge you a 'King's Hand' medal."

"Lord Jeffrey."

The silver-haired boy wore a ruby ​​crown, and in the slanting sunlight, his small figure was elongated to the height of a life-sized adult. His pale purple eyes sparkled as he spoke teasingly.

Just as the old man was about to say something, Viserys interrupted him, a wry smile appearing on his face.

"A person like me has neither the talent nor the virtue to be a prime minister."

Chapter 58 Decision

Sir Jeffrey gave a self-deprecating smile, then straightened his expression and spoke seriously.

"But, Your Majesty."

"This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The old man with gray hair sat in a chair, holding the letter in his hand, looking at Viserys standing in the empty hall.

"As you said before, Dragonstone has neither resources nor population."

"The only reason we are still here is because we have defeated the usurpers' newly built navy."

The king now sitting on the Iron Throne desperately wants to tear Viserys to pieces, but can only writhe in impotent rage.

Without warships, even with a vast army, there's no way to cross the sea. Robert Baratheon, no matter how brave and fearless he is on land, can't stand firm on a warship and even gets seasick, just like a big, clumsy bear.

Naval warfare and land warfare are two completely different systems.

"However..."

"But we cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom."

After all, Westeros is rich in resources and has a large population. Not to mention the wealthy royal territories, King's Landing alone is a large city with more than 500,000 people. The daily excrement and urine produced make the city smell terrible.

The war potential that the Iron Throne can wage is far beyond what a small Dragonstone can match.

Even though it suffered a setback this time, the Iron Throne can raise a large sum of money again in a few years and build another fleet.

The Dragonstone fleet not only had old ships, but also lost one ship for every one that was damaged.

After all, Dragonstone Island is barren with hardly any trees, making it difficult to repair warships; they would have to be purchased from the Eastern Continent.

Fortunately, the Targaryens had accumulated an astonishing amount of wealth on Dragonstone over nearly three hundred years, which enabled Viserys to squander it so extravagantly.

Even so, Viserys had already begun to be meticulous in his calculations, saving every penny of gold dragons, and had developed a sense of crisis in advance.

"but..."

At this point, the old man hesitated slightly.

His concern was the same as Viserys's: whether Braavos would uphold honor.

If the other side really does tie Viserys up and send him to King's Landing, wouldn't this trip be like throwing themselves into the lion's den, delivering themselves right to the lion's mouth?

Viserys stood before the throne, and the hall was silent. After the old knight hesitated to speak, there was no sound except for the young king's slightly heavy breathing.

The golden crown on her head shimmered, and then her small hands under her sleeves clenched slightly as she pursed her chapped lips.

This was a very difficult decision for Viserys because it involved taking a huge risk.

“I understand your concerns, Sir.”

There was a long silence.

Viserys finally raised his head and spoke, the fiery red gem like a blazing flame, symbolizing that the boy's heart and blood were also burning.

The boy's melodious voice, like a clear spring, echoed in the silent hall.

"But we have no choice right now, do we?"

"We can't just stay on Dragonstone and wait to die."

"And if we miss this opportunity, it may never come again."

Viserys seemed to have finally made up his mind, though making this decision was somewhat difficult for him.

However, once he calmed down, his mind told him that doing so was the most advantageous thing to do.

It wasn't just the prophet who first sensed the advantage; according to the original trajectory, no one on the eastern continent persecuted Viserys.

The Targaryen siblings were even fostered by powerful families such as Braavos and Pentos.

However, Viserys has to consider that the trajectory is no longer the same as before.

The Targaryen fleet did not sink in the storm, Dragonstone did not change hands due to betrayal, and the siblings did not flee to the Eastern Continent under Sir William's escort.

Their current situation is much better than the original trajectory, but Viserys has always had a deep sense of unease.

Despite some minor struggles, a true breakthrough is still a long way off.

"child..."

Upon hearing Viserys's words, the old man seemed slightly dazed.

It was as if I could see that courageous young man from back then, whose every move exuded a strong personal charm.

His greatest charm lies in his ability to influence those around him, drawing their hearts closely to him.

"Actually, I'm also afraid of dying."

However, Viserys interrupted the old sergeant, turning around to face the direction of the hall's entrance and continuing to speak.

"I am more afraid of death than anyone else."

Viserys wanted to say that because he had already died once and the experience was terrible, he didn't want to go through it again.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue when his strong survival instincts prevented him from saying them.

"However, in this matter, no one can replace me."

He had to go to Braavos in person to meet his relatives from Dorne.

More importantly, he needed to meet this Sea King of Braavos, which Viserys needed to achieve his goals.

"And I believe that a living me who can pose a threat to the Iron Throne is more important to Braavos."

It's highly likely that Braavos won't choose the short-sighted path, but it's still a gamble.

Even if the danger level is only 10%, it still means that there is a risk.

"I... I think I'll go."

Viserys hesitated for a moment, but then let out a slight breath and spoke.

“Then I will accompany Your Majesty.”

The old man actually supported Viserys to some extent, and then stood up decisively to respond.

He admired the boy's courage, considering he was only eight years old.

If this were a child from an ordinary family, they might be so frightened by being alone in an unfamiliar environment that they would cry.

However, Viserys had already endured so much hardship, and at this moment he had the courage to leave his protectors and go to Braavos alone.

"No need."

However, Viserys rejected Sir Jeffrey's request after a moment's thought.

"If Braavos really has any ill intentions... Lord Jeffrey, having you here probably won't change anything."

Viserys sighed and continued.

"I might as well go alone; that way, I can keep my whereabouts a secret."

"What if something unexpected really happens..."

Viserys wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface. He was forced into this situation. His mind clearly told him that this was a good opportunity, and he mustered up the courage to make the decision.

However, in the current situation, breaking the deadlock requires the courage to burn one's bridges.

Otherwise, even if they could live a few more years on Dragonstone, it wouldn't change their final fate.

"I hope you..."

Viserys hesitated slightly at this point, because what he was about to say was very important.

It involves who he designated as his rightful heir.

Renis.

It's still Daenerys.