Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

After returning to his bedroom, Viserys did not rush to rest. Instead, he had the guards bring him a map of the west coast of the continent of Essos.

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It was then fully unfolded and laid out on the table.

"Andas".

Only half of the white wax remained on the table, burning quietly, while the young king rested his hands on the table, his eyes fixed intently on a location on the map.

"Here..."

Viserys pointed to the map. This place was directly south of Braavos, east of the Narrow Sea, bordering the Braavos coast, with the Norfos Mountains to the east and the Velvet Mountains to the west.

The place Viserys was pointing to, called Andas, was situated amidst these mountains and hills, a vast plain stretching to the horizon overlooking the sea.

Viserys secured this unclaimed land at the negotiating table, and King Braavos generously ceded this plain to the Targaryen family with a stroke of his pen.

However, due to the unique city-state system, although Braavos' merchant ships traversed all the oceans, they showed little interest in the nearby Andas Plain, and therefore their influence in this area was not very significant.

Although the Andas Plain is the homeland of the Andals, migration and invasion have erased most of the cultural traces of the Andals.

Today, only a few impoverished villages remain on this land. There are no mineral veins underground, and the land is sparsely populated with a pitifully small population. With no resources to be extracted, no one pays any attention to it.

After some hesitation, King Braavos ultimately handed over this area, which had little potential for development, to Viserys.

While it was ostensibly to offer assistance, Viserys actually needed to resolve the issue of the governor of Pentos, a region sandwiched between Braavos and Pentos.

Even so, Viserys was still very happy.

With Braavos's tacit approval and endorsement, the Targaryen family gained a 'ticket' to join the nine free city-states.

"That's the most important thing."

Viserys let out a soft breath and clenched his fist. Although he had already seen Andas's location on the map in the Braavos Sea King's bedroom, Viserys still wanted to take a look at it again.

Because this abandoned land sandwiched between Pentos and Braavos is where he will establish himself on the continent of Essos in the future.

Even a young dragon needs a sky to soar in order to eventually grow into a dominant ruler that overlooks the earth.

Otherwise, trapped in a narrow dragon's lair, they would meet the same fate as the last dragon of House Targaryen: deformed, infertile, dying as hatchlings, their skeletons no bigger than a human child's.

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It wasn't easy to make the trip, so over the next few days, Viserys disguised himself and wandered around Braavos for a bit.

He first visited the Temple of the Thousand-Faced God, the Court of Black and White, a temple built of dark gray stone and situated on a small rocky hill.

This temple is understated yet profound. The entire building is dark and windowless, with a pointed roof made of black tiles. The gates of the Black and White Court are a pair of twelve-foot-high carved wooden doors.

The door on the left is made of fish weir wood, as white as bones, while the door on the right is made of slightly gleaming ebony.

Between the two doors of the Black and White Courtyard is a carved moon, but the weirwood is inlaid with ebony wood, and the ebony wood is inlaid with weirwood, which seems to be rich in a certain rhythm.

The rocky steps lead from the entrance of the House of Black and White to the dock below.

Boats flowed ceaselessly on the river below, yet few actually pushed open the gate and entered the Black and White Courtyard to silently pray by the pool.

Viserys then left the House of Black and White and visited the Temple of the Moonsinger. Due to its historical significance, the Temple of the Moonsinger is now the most magnificent and popular temple in Braavos.

The magnificent white marble palace has a large silver dome, and milky white stained-glass windows display the different phases of the moon. Each doorway is flanked by a pair of marble virgin statues, as tall as the Neptune statue in Braavos, supporting the crescent-shaped door lintels.

However, Viserys didn't go inside the Temple of the Moonsingers because there were too many people there, and he was afraid of encountering problems again.

So they only stayed on the boat for a short while, and then left without even disembarking.

Braavos’s Purple Harbor and Moon Pool area boasts some of the best brothels and taverns.

At night, the area around Moon Pool becomes a gathering place for the best swordsmen from all over Braavos to compete in their skills, while the waters of Purple Harbor are brightly lit, creating a bustling scene.

Huge flower boats sailed across the waters of Zigang, with milk and fine wine being poured into the water, creating a scene of extravagant and decadent luxury.

This is Braavos, famous for its courtesans. Their status in Braavos is far higher than in other city-states around the world. Here, every courtesan with stunning beauty has her own pleasure boat and servants.

Their beauty was celebrated in songs, goldsmiths and jewelers vied to create items for them, artisans begged for their patronage, and trading tycoons paid exorbitant fees equivalent to the ransom of royalty to take their arms in balls, banquets, and theatrical performances. Even assassins fought each other in their name.

Time flies.

Viserys had only briefly visited Braavos in the past few days and was truly amazed by the extravagant and decadent scene he had experienced only in his previous life.

However, that was all; not a few days had passed.

Finally, another merchant ship with official Braavos ties has been loaded with cargo and is about to set sail for King's Landing.

They will still follow the same route, first arriving at Pentos, then passing through Dragonstone, and finally reaching King's Landing.

"Let's go."

Viserys and his entourage, along with Oberyn Martell, were secretly arranged by King Braavos to board this merchant ship and set sail back to Dragonstone.

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The two-masted sailboat hoisted its sails, and the rowers at the bottom rowed with all their might. The large ship cut through the waves and finally passed through the Titan giant who held aloft his broken sword.

Snore...

The wind was howling.

Viserys seemed to faintly sense the Titan above him roaring once more, this time as if bidding farewell to Viserys.

The merchant ship then officially left Braavos and sailed into the open sea.

Chapter 74 Return to Dragonstone

Sunrise and moonrise.

They spent another month at sea.

Viserys' return journey by boat was much smoother than his outward journey. Apart from a minor storm that slightly delayed his trip, there were no other unexpected incidents.

They then arrived at Dragonstone Island safely and smoothly.

Ser Geoffrey, Reines, and the rest of the castle crew were already waiting at the dock.

"His Majesty."

The young king wore a well-fitting leather armor and a finely crafted animal hide shawl, a dark cape, and his silver-gold curls cascaded over the fluffy shawl. He also wore brown deerskin gloves, and, holding onto the railing, he stepped off the ship.

It had only been less than three months since he left, but when the old knight saw Viserys again, he felt that the boy had undergone another earth-shattering change.

Those beautiful pale purple eyes became even more composed and calm.

Her once fair and delicate skin seems to have darkened a little, perhaps due to the frequent sun exposure on the ship during this period.

And whether it was the old knight's imagination or not, he felt that the young king's body seemed to have become more robust than before.

Although it is now mid-October of Aegon 284, Viserys' eighth day of reckoning was spent on the ship not long ago.

At only eight years old, Viserys now looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, much stronger than his peers.

"Fate is unpredictable."

"But His Highness is truly a good child..."

Sophia, the old maid who had fled to Dragonstone with Queen Leila, felt a mix of emotions as she watched Viserys disembark from the ship.

She had served the Targaryens in the Red Keep for many years and had watched Viserys grow from birth to adulthood. She still remembered how Viserys fled the Red Keep in such a hurry.

Viserys back then was thin and frail, like a little chick, a far cry from his current appearance.

"His Majesty."

"Lord Jeffrey."

After disembarking, Viserys shook hands briefly with the old man.

He then turned around to look at the tall, thin man who was following him off the boat.

However, at this moment his gaze was fixed on a little brown-haired girl not far away. She was being led by the hand by a maid, who was holding a baby in her arms.

"This is... Prince Oberyn Marty from Dorne."

Viserys turned to introduce Oberyn to Ser Geoffrey, only to find that Oberyn was not looking at him at all, but was staring at Renis the whole time.

The old knight was slightly taken aback when he heard the young king's words. He had just been wondering who this man who had disembarked with Viserys was, and why His Majesty's entourage seemed to have expanded after his trip, with the addition of a woman in shackles carrying a child.

However, he never expected that the tall, thin man with slightly dark skin and a thin beard was actually Oberyn Martell, the Prince of Dorne, known as the "Red Viper".

"Hello, Prince Oberon."

The old gentleman stood on the dock, his gray hair tousled by the sea breeze, and then stretched out a hand, which remained suspended in mid-air.

Meanwhile, Prince Dorne, who was watching Renis, quickly snapped out of his daze after a moment of distraction. He gave the old knight an apologetic smile and then extended his hand as well.

I've heard of you a long time ago.

Snapped--

Their hands clasped tightly together, then they let go.

"Oh? The prince has actually heard of me?"

The old knight was somewhat surprised that Oberyn had heard of him. Although he had been knighted, he had served in the Dragonstone fleet without a fief or a wife. He never expected that Oberyn would have heard of him.

"Yes, in Tyrossi."

"Many people know your name, even though so many years have passed."

Oberyn shrugged slightly, his voice calm, his dark eyes fixed on the gray-haired old man in front of him. Although the other man was old, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

This time, after Oberyn finished speaking, the old knight remained silent for a long time.

Viserys had been listening to their conversation and could clearly tell that the old gentleman had made quite a name for himself in his youth, but for some reason he was no longer willing to mention it.

Tyrossi?

It is located on a large island in the northern part of the Steppes Islands, not far from the coast of the disputed territory.

However, considering the old knight's age, when he was young...

Viserys paused for a moment, then a bold possibility occurred to him: could the old sir have participated in the Battle of the Nine-Coin Kings when he was young?

However, this is just Viserys's bold speculation without any evidence, and it's impossible to trace the origin of the story. Since the old man is unwilling to mention it, there must be a reason for it.

Viserys glanced at the old man, then turned to look at Oberyn, before speaking.

"In that case, it's getting late."