Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The silver-haired girl standing in the sunset in the corridor is Daenerys. She is fifteen years old this year, and according to the rules of Westeros, she is almost old enough to have her coming-of-age ceremony.

However, Daenerys seemed somewhat unhappy, because she had her first period two years ago, and according to custom, she was old enough to get married.

The people around the silver-haired girl kept saying that she would marry Viserys sooner or later. Everyone thought so because no one was more suitable to marry His Majesty the Emperor than Daenerys. It was a match made in heaven, and she herself held this expectation deep in her heart.

However, despite what everyone around her said—the chief steward, the old wet nurse, and even her best friend Missandei—Viserys seemed not to hear it and remained indifferent.

This even made Daenerys wonder if Viserys didn't like her? What was wrong with her looks?

Moreover, Viserys was very kind to Daenerys, but the silver-haired girl still saw it as a form of neglect.

Therefore, Daenerys has been somewhat depressed lately.

"Dani, what are you looking at?"

Just then, a voice came from behind, and a girl with dark hair, dressed in a standard light blue uniform and dressed as a court maid, walked over.

She had a flat, round face, dark skin, and golden eyes. She was holding a thick book in her arms and was standing at the end of the corridor, looking at Daenerys with curiosity.

She is Missandei from Nas Island, who has grown from a little girl into a knowledgeable young woman with a pair of gold-rimmed monocles.

These are exquisite handcrafted items from the city-state of Myr, across the Narrow Sea. Each pair is extremely expensive, and only nobles and wealthy merchants from trading cities can afford to wear them.

However, Missandei, thanks to her excellent grades at the academy, received scholarships year after year and eventually bought it out of her own pocket as a birthday gift to herself.

Missandei possesses exceptional learning talent. Although she is only a teenager, she has fully realized her potential through systematic learning and training, making her more than capable of surpassing many scholars in the academy. If she weren't a girl and a foreigner, she might already be qualified to win multiple scholar's chains.

Even after the split, the University City still has many old and outdated rules that need to be improved one by one.

However, Missandei was indeed able to study at the Imperial Academy of Economics and the Imperial Academy of Medicine because of the royal family, and as the only girl there, she outperformed all the adult men and ranked first in the entire school year after year.

Daenerys had attended Missandei's classes a few times, but it was clear that she received a royal education, taught by a Grand Maester, and the curriculum differed from that of the academy. Therefore, she never went again.

"without!"

"Didn't see anything..."

The silver-haired girl heard the voice from behind her, and her beautiful face immediately changed slightly.

Then Daenerys quickly turned around, smiling awkwardly as she blocked her best friend's view, seemingly not wanting her to discover her secret.

"is it?"

Missandei, clutching her books, scratched her head and peered down into the tower through the gap Daenerys had blocked, looking somewhat bewildered.

Chapter 768 Astrological Disorders

Two months later, King's Landing.

A white crow from the old town brought a message.

The white crows in the old town are not usually released; they only bring news when the seasons change.

This time, however, the White Crow of Old Town did not bring news of the changing seasons; instead, the letter was filled with doubt.

Because of the change in the celestial phenomena, the professors who remained in the Old Town Academy were unable to determine the change in seasons.

Bachelor's and doctoral students in astronomy use a discipline called astrology to determine the changing seasons, the length of the day and the length of the night, the phases and position of the moon, and the twelve constellations in the sky, among other things.

However, until recently, the celestial phenomena of the entire world have undergone tremendous changes, overturning the patterns previously recorded in astrology.

For example, we are currently in the long summer season, when the days are long and the nights are short. However, the day-night cycle has become disordered, the constellations have shifted from their original orbits, and the phases of the moon have become irregular.

"How is this going?"

In the room of the Grand Tutor Marvin, a huge white raven stood by the window, with a bald head, a thick neck like a bull, and a slab-like chin. Dr. Marvin sat in his room looking at the letter written to him by Dr. Vinegar, somewhat puzzled.

This kind of celestial disorder is truly unprecedented in recorded history, because the Citadel believes that celestial phenomena represent the laws governing the operation of the entire world and are the ultimate code to unlocking the mysteries of the world.

The rules of astrology are absolutely infallible; they have never gone wrong in the thousands of years since humans began recording things in writing. Therefore, this is truly the first time in history.

Not only Dr. Vinegar, who wore a bronze ring, scepter, and mask, but also Dr. Marvin, the Grand Secretary of the court, was equally baffled.

On his desk was an ancient book, and on the other side were messy drafts.

Besides performing his duties as a Grand Scholar, Dr. Marvin devoted his days to deciphering this ancient book.

This book was brought out by Viserys from the Valyrian ruins. According to him, it was in the hands of a Valyrian nobleman, and even the five dragon eggs that followed were stolen from his home. However, the nobleman had gone mad and turned into a monster, no longer resembling a human.

Dr. Marvin spent several years and a great deal of energy trying to decipher this important book, but he also broadened his horizons and solved many of the academic mysteries surrounding Valyrian Freehold.

But Dr. Marwin is no longer concerned with deciphering the illegible text in this ancient book.

He frowned, then looked up at the scenery outside the Scholar's Tower. The sun shone brightly outside the window, the trees were lush and green, and birds chirped and hopped on the branches.

"It seems I was overthinking things."

Dr. Marwin couldn't help but chuckle, then shook his head and muttered to himself.

"However, this matter still needs to be reported to His Majesty."

Then the short, stocky bull maester stood up, holding the letter from Oldtown, and prepared to go find Viserys.

...

Meanwhile, a farewell banquet was being held in the Red Keep, with Robb Stark, Viserys's squire, as the main character.

He had served and learned from Viserys for several years, and now that he was of age, he should return to his homeland to assume the positions of Lord of Winterfell and Governor of the North.

The acting governor of the North is still Lord Rickard Karstark, Earl of Cahors, a former general of his father.

Robb was excited about the future. The young man had spent several years in King's Landing, during which he learned a great deal about the political intrigue and backstabbing of the city's nobles. Robb felt that he had mastered the craft.

Who says the Starks shouldn't have gone south?

Before this trip, Robb even looked forward to the moment when he would return to King's Landing; he was not content with being just a governor in the North and the lord of Winterfell.

Robb believed it was rightfully his. The Stark family had ruled the North for generations, and as the eldest son, he was entitled to everything his father had.

Therefore, things that are easy to obtain are naturally not cherished by anyone. Robb wants to rely on his own abilities to strive for success, hoping that one day he will return to King's Landing as the Hand of the King.

However, before he left King's Landing, there was one person he couldn't bear to part with, and who even haunted his dreams: Miss Margaret of the Rose family in Starshort.

Since that first glimpse a few years ago, Robb, the rough-around-the-edges boy from the North, has been deeply infatuated with Margaery Tyrell, the refined and elegant girl from the South.

Margaret possessed an exceptionally beautiful face, with soft brown curls, large, doe-like brown eyes, and graceful lines and figure.

Most importantly, Margaery is very intelligent and quick-witted. She was taught by her grandmother, Lady Olenna Redwyn, from a young age. Although she has only recently come of age, just like Robb, she is already adept at navigating the noble circles of King's Landing. In her presence, Robb is like a clumsy and shy brown bear.

Margaret made Robb fall deeply in love with her.

However, Sansa, who was also a beautiful girl, saw all of this. Women understand women best, especially beautiful women among themselves.

Sansa couldn't help but remind her brother not to be led by the nose and to take control of the situation.

However, Robb did not heed Sansa's words.

At the farewell party, Robb got completely drunk, and his good friend Gendry drank with him.

There were no important figures at the banquet; they were all friends Robb had made in King's Landing over the years, many of whom were even teenagers.

Viserys did not attend Robb and his friends' party, nor did Margaery, the girl Robb had a crush on.

Perhaps that's why Robb drank a little too much today.

He couldn't understand why his sincere feelings hadn't moved her.

As the youngest Lord Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell, I am of the Stark family. Although the Tyrell family is also very powerful, isn't this how marriage alliances between nobles work? Could anyone be better off than me?

Robb was now an adult, and his mother had mentioned it more or less in her letters from Winterfell that he might start looking for a fine girl from the North once he returned.

However, after living in King's Landing for so many years and being accustomed to the dazzling world and the gentle southern girls, Robb may have started to look down on the girls from his hometown.

thump—

The reddish-brown-haired boy drank his last glass of wine, then his mind went blank.

He then threw the wine glass aside, lay down on the table, and began to snore.

Chapter 769 Lover

Robb and his companions were drunk, while in the Maegor Tower of the Red Keep, Robb's beloved little rose, Margaery Tyrell, was right there.

The Red Keep, as the most legitimate imperial palace in the empire, contains several meeting halls of varying sizes, and the area surrounding the Red Keep is freely accessible to many people.

In the very center of the Red Keep, Maeger Tower is the royal residence, a huge square fortress protected by twelve-foot-thick walls and a dry moat covered with iron spikes.

Meige Tower was heavily guarded, with guards every five steps and sentries every ten steps, strictly prohibiting outsiders from entering and preventing assassins from sneaking in.

Now, a naked girl draped in gorgeous silk is lying on a soft velvet bed, her delicate white feet raised.

This is the emperor's bedroom in the Meg House of the Red Fort.

The girl lying on the large bed that belonged to the emperor and empress had a head of smooth brown curly hair that cascaded over her smooth shoulders, a pair of large, watery eyes, and her two fair forearms supporting her on the bed.

The golden silk covered some of the girl's key parts, but it highlighted her beautiful curves and shapely figure.

She was the girl Robb was obsessed with, Miss Margaery Tyrell, known as 'Little Rose'.

She lay naked on the messy bed, the white curtains fluttering gently in the breeze, the sunlight streaming in on her calves and cute little feet, before she lazily stretched.

Like a kitten in the afternoon sun.

Then Margaret blinked her bright, watery eyes and gazed tenderly at Viserys, who was wearing loose pajamas and had his hair disheveled.

Meanwhile, Viserys was sitting at a desk nearby, flipping through a book he used to pass the time.

The empire's supreme emperor now had long, silver-gold hair that cascaded freely over his shoulders, and his strong chest, faintly visible beneath his loose pajamas, bore a faint red scratch mark.

This creature must have been captured by a subdued kitten that had just reached the 'union with the divine' state claimed by the Church of the Red God—a state of unconsciousness where one could communicate with the divine.

Margaery is one of Viserys's secret lovers, and the two have been in this relationship for over a year.

The Targaryen royal family moved out of the Red Keep to Highgarden, leaving the Red Keep vacant. Margaery would then secretly come to the Red Keep through the tunnels, arranged by agents of the Home Office, to accompany His Majesty the Emperor when Viserys returned to the Red Keep.

Thanks to the Home Office agents' excellent cover-up, no one outside knew that Lady Margaery of House Tyrell had been having an improper relationship with His Majesty the Emperor.

Even Robb Stark, Viserys's personal squire, was completely unaware of this. Viserys had kindly reminded Robb that Margaery was not a good match for him and that he should marry a girl from the North, but Robb ignored him.

The teenager, caught in a whirlpool of emotions, had just celebrated his coming-of-age ceremony and was unaware of the dangers of the adult world.

...

"I think you should have a talk with His Majesty."