Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Including the pressures that can be foreseen in the future.

Regarding the messenger from Dorne.

How to persuade Braavos to support the Targaryens in their lingering existence in this land.

Regarding the future...

White steam swirled around the hot spring pool, and before he knew it, the boy had fallen into a deep sleep on the edge of the pool; perhaps he was truly exhausted.

And it is unknown how much time has passed.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the hot spring pool, accompanied by a soft, whispering female voice.

Then a tall, broad-shouldered, and slender man gently led the maid in his arms into the main hall of the hot spring pool. Before they even entered, the man's hand had already slipped under the maid's clothes.

Then he noticed a silver-haired boy in the hot spring pool, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

"Ok?"

The man had a few fine wrinkles on his face and thin eyebrows, eyes as black as a snake in the night, a flat forehead, and a sharp nose.

The man's black hair was glossy, with a few strands of silver interspersed among it. His hair formed a widow's peak above his eyebrows and was somewhat messy. He also had two small mustaches below his nose and a soft beard around his chin and cheeks.

He stopped and stared at Viserys's retreating figure, paying particular attention to his long, molten silver hair, before narrowing his eyes slightly.

The maid who had collapsed into his arms was held firmly by his strong arms, her fingers clutching his chest, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

Then, noticing that the man had stopped what he was doing, she looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

However, the man called the prince did not answer her question, but a faint smile appeared on his slightly weathered face.

Then, no longer looking at Viserys, he turned his head and kissed the maid on the cheek. His other hand, which was wrapped around her back, skillfully unbuttoned her clothes before she could react.

Caught off guard by his sneak attack, the maid was startled and covered her mouth with one hand, letting out a soft scream. The man then loosened his clothes and, without caring whether Viserys, who was sleeping beside him, would wake up at this moment, directly carried the maid into the water.

"grown ups..."

A man and a woman, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, began to make love in the water.

...

Viserys is usually a light sleeper, but he was so exhausted from living on the ship for more than a month that he couldn't resist falling asleep in the hot spring.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, he heard some faint sounds and the ripples of water, and only then did he slightly wake up.

"cough."

Viserys, who had just woken up, choked on some water before grabbing the edge of the hot spring.

Then, amidst the swirling mist, I vaguely saw a rather shocking scene, and my drowsiness vanished instantly.

"puff--"

Viserys had just choked on a mouthful of water and spat it out, his eyes widening slightly. He never expected that he would accidentally fall asleep in the hot spring and then see such a scene when he opened his eyes.

Meanwhile, the two people who were entwined in the water, oblivious to their surroundings, noticed that the boy who had been sleeping by the hot spring pool seemed to have been awakened by their noise. He was now staring at the man and woman with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Hey, what's with the surprise?"

"Little guy."

The maidservant shyly hid her face to the side, while the man with slightly curly hair and a full beard shrugged indifferently.

"This is just for exercise; you'll love it someday."

Snapped--

Then the man gently patted the maid's pert buttocks, signaling her to go to the side, and then spoke.

Viserys, sitting in the hot spring, was initially startled by the sight of this scene after just waking up, but quickly calmed down.

Because this is deep within the Sea King's Palace, ordinary people naturally cannot come here. Viserys then took a deep breath and looked at the other party directly to ask.

"who are you?"

However, at this moment...

Tap tap...

Footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside the hot spring pool.

"Your Majesty, Prince Oberon, are you inside?"

"Lord Neptune extended an invitation."

Chapter 69 Meeting the Sea King

The Temple of Neptune, as one of Braavos's most important administrative facilities, is naturally exceptionally magnificent. Its towering vaults and towers are all constructed from neatly cut square stone blocks, and its interior passageways are intricate and complex, leading to four large gates.

It is now the end of August in the 284th year of the Conquest Calendar. The tail end of summer has not yet completely faded, but the Sea King's Palace, which is built entirely of square stones, is unusually cool.

There are no trees in the city of Braavos, but the Temple of Neptune is lush and green, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and servants move about in the courtyard.

Viserys and Oberyn walked side by side in the semi-open corridor of the Neptune's Palace, led by a maid.

The prince of Dorne looked around as he walked, occasionally reaching out to touch the reliefs on the corridor walls and then nodding while stroking his chin, seemingly possessing a unique understanding of the arts.

Viserys, on the other hand, kept his eyes fixed on the spot in front of him the whole time, seemingly lost in thought.

It was as if their roles had been reversed; Oberyn seemed to be a curious child, while Viserys had become a silent adult.

"Prince Oberon".

Tap tap...

Only the sound of three footsteps echoed in the corridor as they ascended the winding stone steps. The area, devoid of sunlight, felt somewhat eerie and oppressive.

Viserys finally turned his head slightly to look at the man beside him, and then took the initiative to break the silence and speak.

"Ah."

Oberyn did not turn to look at Viserys; his gaze remained fixed on the reliefs on the wall, which depicted the glorious history of Braavos from its founding to the present day.

Braavos was never part of the Valyrian Freehold, but rather a city-state founded by refugees fleeing Valyrian slavery about five hundred years before the landings of Aegon.

At that time, a group of slaves responsible for rowing a Valyrian fleet revolted and seized control of the fleet. Unable to resist the Valyrian dragons, these slaves fled north across the Narrow Sea, trying to stay as far away from Valyrian power as possible.

Finally, the Moon Singers led these rebellious slaves to this archipelago located in a saltwater lagoon, often shrouded in thick fog.

These escaped slaves came from many different places and had various beliefs, so the founder of Braavos gave a place to all the gods and declared that he would never favor any one god.

They included the Andals, the Summer Islands, the Giscalis, the Nath, the Iban, the Salor, and the pure-blooded Valyrians who were indebted and criminal.

Some of them were trained slave soldiers, some were bed slaves, cooks, grooms, stewards, and some were skilled craftsmen, carpenters, blacksmiths, stonemasons, workers, fishermen, kitchen slaves, and so on.

The newly freed people spoke many dialects, so the accent of their last masters—Valirian—became their common language.

Oberyn was captivated by the reliefs depicting Braavos' glorious history along the way, while Viserys frowned slightly but continued speaking.

"As far as I know...Prince Oberon."

"Dorn appears to be negotiating with the usurpers who have illegally seized the Iron Throne."

Viserys didn't beat around the bush; he asked directly.

He hoped to probe Dorne's true attitude from Oberyn and to establish a foundation for the negotiations.

Oberyn, who was stroking his beard and looking at the relief, heard Viserys's words, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally turned his head to look at Viserys.

“You’re right, little one, but that’s not what I meant.”

Oberyn nodded, his dark eyes deep and his voice unusually calm.

"I will not negotiate with these people because I only want them to die."

Although Oberon's voice was calm, it gave people goosebumps and made them feel a slight chill down their spines.

"Is that so?"

Viserys's eyes narrowed upon hearing Oberyn's words, but he remained silent for a while before continuing to ask.

"Then...I wonder if Prince Oberon's connection through Braavos this time represents only yourself, or if Prince Doran also has this intention?"

"Oh, that's a good question..."

Oberyn looked Viserys up and down, seemingly surprised that he could ask such a direct and to-the-point question.

However, as Viserys and Oberyn walked and talked, they arrived at the reception room of Neptune's palace, guided by their maids.

...

Inside the room, a middle-aged man with dark hair and brown eyes was sitting in a chair reading a book.

The room was exceptionally spacious, with sunlight streaming in through the windows. A luxurious gray carpet covered the floor, and there was a large golden bed with curtains around the edges. The bookshelves along the wall were filled with rare books from all over the world.

This Lord Frego Antalion seems to have an exceptional fondness for reading.

Just then, footsteps and hushed conversations echoed in the corridor, and the middle-aged man sitting in a chair reading a book slightly raised his head.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged man sat in the chair, casually made a crease on the page of the book, and then slightly closed the book in his hands before speaking.

Hearing his voice, the maid pushed open the door and came in.

"Lord Neptune, the guest has arrived."

The maid bowed slightly to the Sea King, who nodded, and then the maid slowly withdrew.

Viserys and Oberyn walked in.

As soon as Viserys entered the room, he was greeted by a faint floral scent, but upon closer inspection, he could tell it was perfume.

"Ok?"

Viserys was a little puzzled as to why there was so much perfume in the room, but he didn't ask directly.

Then, after looking around, I noticed that the room was spacious, with a large balcony that was well-lit, a large golden bed, and a bookcase. It didn't feel like a living room but rather a bedroom.

"Welcome, distinguished guests."

The middle-aged man sitting at the round table did not stand up. He simply sat quietly in his chair, interlaced his fingers, and then politely greeted the man.