Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

There's a saying that goes something like this: rabbits don't like to eat the grass near their burrows.

"why?"

"why?"

The girl, with slightly dark skin, golden eyes, and wearing a gold-rimmed monocle, scratched her head slightly.

"Well... I'm not really sure either."

"It's probably because if all the grass around the burrow is eaten, it's not easy to hide the burrow itself."

These are conversations between Daenerys and her best friend Missandei from Nath.

A young girl experiencing her first love can't keep things to herself. Although she didn't really want to tell Missandei about her worries, the intelligent girl still managed to discover them herself.

Finally, Daenerys, left with no other choice, poured out all her worries, hoping her good friend could give her some advice.

Missandei, despite her excellent academic performance and high intelligence, had never experienced anything like this before and was completely dumbfounded.

However, Missandei of Nath had read many books at the academy and was quite knowledgeable. After much deliberation, she finally came up with an idea for Daenerys.

That means talking to His Majesty in person, using her "rabbit theory." Perhaps it's because they're too familiar with each other that it's hard to make a move?

Daenerys, heeding Missandei's advice, mustered her courage, boarded her dragon Viserion, and flew to King's Landing to speak with her brother in person.

Highgarden is not far from King's Landing; it takes about half a day to fly there on a dragon. That's why Viserys often travels between Highgarden and King's Landing.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

A girl with waist-length silver hair rode her little silver steed into the Red Keep, and the Unsullied soldiers guarding the gate naturally did not stop her.

"Your Highness."

Daenerys dismounted upon entering the Red Keep, and a blond squire stepped forward to take the reins from her, preparing to lead the horse into the Red Keep's stables.

The blond squire bowed his head as he took the reins, seemingly not wanting Daenerys to see his face.

However, she still managed to see it.

"You are..."

Daenerys stared at the somewhat familiar face before her for a moment, slightly taken aback. Although she didn't remember it very clearly, she still recognized the person in front of her.

The attendant was tall but appeared somewhat thin due to his extreme thinness. He had blond hair and a fairly handsome face, but his hunched neck and bowed head made him look timid and submissive, ruining his overall demeanor. He looked exactly like a stable boy.

"You are..."

"That Prince Joffrey?"

Daenerys recognized the man; it was the boy who had bullied her and Missandei when they were children, but had been taught a lesson by Gendry.

It is said that the other party was once a prince, the son of the king who usurped the throne from her father, but later it was said that there was a change of heart, and that Joffrey was not Robert's son, but the illegitimate son of the former queen and her own brother.

"Joffrey Water!"

"your Highness!"

"I am Joffrey Water!"

The blond stable boy trembled slightly upon hearing Daenerys's words, then quickly explained, his emotions slightly agitated.

He was a head taller than Daenerys, but he was timid and hesitant. Daenerys could even see deep fear and avoidance in his eyes.

He was so terrified of his former identity that he desperately wanted to forget it, as well as everyone around him.

Unfortunately, while Joffrey could forget, he couldn't make others forget. Every time someone brought it up, whether it was good or bad, it was a huge trauma for him, to the point that it became a demon in his heart.

Chapter 770 Acting Chancellor of the Exchequer

"Farewell, Your Highness!"

"I'll take my leave now."

Then Joffrey, dressed as a stable boy, hurriedly led Daenerys's mount back to his territory.

That was a stable next to the Red Keep...

The silver-haired girl stared at Joffrey's evasive back, her mouth agape for a long time before she fell silent. For some reason, she felt no pleasure whatsoever from the thought of the bad guy being punished.

Instead, I felt a strange, inexplicable sense of unease.

Ultimately, Daenerys is a kind-hearted girl; she wouldn't hold a grudge against Joffrey for a childhood squabble.

Fate is unpredictable, and life is ever-changing.

Daenerys then clenched her fist slightly and stopped thinking about it.

She turned to look at Maegor Tower in the Red Keep, took a deep breath remembering Missandei's words, straightened her back, and walked towards it...

...

"His Majesty."

Will my brother become the Prime Minister?

Inside the Maegor Tower, Margaret lay languidly on the large bed after a fierce battle, her bright, doe-like eyes gazing at Viserys before she asked a question.

Margaery's brother, Velas Tyrell, has been transferred from Seagulltown to King's Landing for a month, during which time he finished his work in Seagulltown, completed the handover, and spent another month traveling.

Velas is diligent and hardworking, with no flaws in his attitude or ability.

He has not yet made any arrangements in King's Landing and is still living in the property that the Tyrell family bought in King's Landing with his sister, Lady Margaery.

However, there are already some rumors circulating that Velas will succeed the ailing Governor of the West, Mith Toyn, as the next Prime Minister.

Therefore, Velas has become a hot commodity, attracting fierce competition from the powerful figures of King's Landing.

Even several ministers of the court paid him a visit, including his fellow countrymen, the Minister of Agriculture, Alister Floren, the Minister of Justice, Prince Oberon Martell, and his former superior, the Minister of Finance, Illyrio.

Everyone has heard that Chancellor of the Exchequer Illyrio has not been having a good time lately, because he broke his leg in a horse-riding accident and even lost dozens of kilograms, looking like he has shed a layer of skin.

However, only Illyrio knew his own predicament, and he had to swallow his bitterness and couldn't express it.

According to information revealed by Illyrio's close servants, the governor of Andalus is preparing to pack his bags and return to his fiefdom to recuperate, and he has already requested sick leave from His Majesty the Emperor.

Margaery's question to Viserys was both to satisfy her own curiosity and to find out more about her brother, since Velas was also unaware of his future plans.

"Veras?"

Viserys was flipping through a biography in his hands when he heard his lover's question. He closed the book slightly and spoke.

"Let him serve as acting finance minister for now."

Mistoin was not in good health, and Viserys had visited him several times, but he had recovered somewhat under the care of Dr. Ambrose.

If Mistoin wanted to resign, Viserys would promise him a return home, but he seemed unwilling to leave the heart of the Empire's power so soon and was still struggling.

Viserys, of course, wouldn't force the issue. After all, Mistoin was a founding father who had made great contributions to him, although his work ability had significantly declined due to health reasons.

Velas Tyrell was born into a family that had been defeated in the war. Before the Second Conquest, the Tyrell family did not recognize the general trend and choose to surrender. Instead, they were actively preparing for war and trying to resist the unification of the country.

Therefore, on the battlefield of the Reach, the Targaryen army dealt a thunderous blow to the Tyrells, and the roses of Highgarden withered and fell.

Velas is indeed a capable and talented young man, but the Torne family were the founding fathers of the Targaryen family.

If an empire wants to develop better and last longer, it must treat everyone equally.

After all, a large portion of the families and population in Westeros opposed the Targaryen family. Does that mean that after unification, they should abandon this half of the population?

However, for the country to develop better, it needs the joint efforts of the other half of the population. But the soldiers who were the founding heroes still need to be treated well, otherwise it will discourage the meritorious people.

Therefore, how to "fairly balance" this bowl of water and maintain its delicate equilibrium becomes the task of an emperor. This is Viserys' job, not just the problem of Velas and Mithril.

"The Chancellor of the Exchequer?"

Meanwhile, the lazy cat lying on the bed blinked its beautiful eyes slightly when it heard Viserys's words.

"It seems to suit Velas quite well."

"Veras loves math; he studied it back in the Citadel...what kind of math?"

Margaret recalled the days when her older brother Velas studied in the Citadel. He was particularly fond of studying numbers, and Velas had even told Margaret that numbers were the most romantic symbols in the world, containing endless wisdom.

However, Velas's passionate speech only elicited eye-rolls from his younger sister.

"Oh, right."

At that moment, Margaret seemed to have thought of something.

"Your Majesty, Robb has invited me to some banquet today."

"You're letting him go back to the North?"

The pretty girl with brown hair asked curiously.

Then she casually pulled the silk covering her body, wrapping it around her flawless body, revealing only half of her breasts. She jumped off the bed and tucked her long hair behind her ear.

Then Margaery walked over to Viserys and sat down on him without any hesitation.

"Ah."

Viserys looked at Margaery Tyrell, who was sitting on him so close, and inhaled her alluring scent. Although they had done it once not long ago, he couldn't help but feel a slight heat rising in his heart again.

"But I refused!"

The girl's fingers slipped through Viserys's pajamas, circling lightly on his chest.

Margaret smiled and took credit, a shy blush on her pretty face. She gently kissed Viserys's chest and then looked up.

"How should you reward me?"

Margaery was indeed an alluring little enchantress; her actions and words completely ignited the flame within Viserys.

"Take off your clothes yourself!"

Viserys took a deep breath and then spoke.

“This is your order, Your Majesty.”

Upon hearing this, Margaery smiled charmingly and whispered in Viserys' ear in a soft, sweet voice.

The golden silk slipped to the ground.