Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"lady."

"Master Lu Wen".

The woman with reddish-brown hair, dressed in a well-fitting light blue dress, looked slightly tired as she sat in her and her husband's room.

But at this moment, she was all alone.

Caitlin has been living alone for several years. Her husband, Ed, committed a crime years ago and rebelled. He is now standing guard on the Wall and will spend the rest of his life atoneing for his sins, never to return.

Therefore, Lady Caitlin has been living as a widow for many years. Fortunately, although Lady Caitlin is very beautiful, with auburn hair, blue eyes and slender fingers, and a good figure, and with a noble temperament, those who know her know that Caitlin is upright and honest, and acts according to duty rather than desire. Even as a widow, she will not betray her honor or her husband.

Lady Catelyn now devotes all her attention to her children. Catelyn is two years older than Cersei and is only thirty-six years old this year. She has given birth to four children for Eddard: Robb, Sansa, Arya, and Bran. The only thing she and Cersei have in common is that they both love their children very much.

Catelyn and Eddard originally planned to have another child after Bran was born, but unfortunately, the Wildlings began to appear frequently and in large numbers outside the Wall, starting a war.

Eddard, fulfilling his duty as Warden of the North, left home to guard the Wall, and from then on, the Stark family gradually declined, leaving the two with no further opportunities for marital relations, and the planned child never came into being.

Seeing Lady Caitlin sitting by the fireplace looking haggard, even Master Luwin, whose hair had fallen out, couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache in his dim, yellow eyes.

“Madam, the young master has made up his mind, so please don’t worry about it anymore.”

"The young master has the blood of a wolf flowing through his veins. Sooner or later, he will have to stand on his own and must be able to do so."

Although Robb was nominally still the Governor of the North, he was a Governor of the North who had never governed the North for even a single day.

Moreover, the position of governor was bestowed by His Majesty according to the traditions of the Northerners, not by Robb through his own abilities. In other words, although the Northerners are governing the Northerners, the position of governor may not necessarily remain with the Stark family in the future.

Although most people are still in a daze, once other Northern families understand this, they may not support House Stark as much as they do now.

Therefore, the Stark family's position is actually quite precarious, and they are very likely to face challenges from other families in the future.

Speaking of these things, one cannot help but admire Lord Rickard Karstark's loyalty.

As Grand Warden of the North, he almost single-handedly quelled the chaos in the North and diligently helped their lords, the Stark family, maintain their rule.

Even though the Stark family was left with only a few vulnerable orphans and widows, and not a single man in the family who could speak up, the older children were all gone. Theon Greyjoy was an adopted son, Jon Snow was a bastard, and Bran was too young.

Robb is now in King's Landing. As the current head of House Stark, he must grow up, learn to stand on his own, and shoulder the responsibilities of his family and country.

"Fortunately, Lord Rickard Karstark is taking care of things here in Winterfell, so the young master can focus on making a name for himself in the Eastern Continent."

"This is what the bald-headed Maester Luwin lamented."

The woman with reddish-brown hair looked haggard, but her expression improved slightly after hearing Maester Luwin's advice. She then took a deep breath and nodded.

"Thank you, Master Luwen."

"Since Robb is willing to go to the Eastern Continent to fight those disgusting monsters, then let him go."

"Anyway, all men in the Stark family are like this: stubborn, willful, and once they've made up their minds, nothing can change their minds. My husband is like that, and I never expected Robb to be the same."

Lady Caitlin shook her head and spoke, while the elderly Maester Luwin on the other side was amused by her words and couldn't help but chuckle.

"By the way, Master Luwen."

However, Lady Caitlin seemed to have thought of something at this moment, and then asked a question.

"I remember Lord Rickard has a daughter, don't I?"

Rickard Karstark, the current Grand Master in the North, has four children: three sons and one daughter.

"Yes."

"Lord Rickard has a daughter named Ari Karstark."

Scholar Luwen pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Madam, what's wrong?"

"I want Robb to marry this Ari Karstark, what do you think?"

Lady Caitlin thought for a moment and then asked.

Rickard Karstark now wields immense power in the North, practically controlling everything.

Although the Stark family remains the lords of the North, Winterfell is now only inhabited by a few orphans and widows, who are either too young to speak up. As a result, all the affairs of the North now fall on Rickard's shoulders.

Although Lady Catelyn didn't say it aloud, she still felt a vague sense of unease, especially after Maester Luwin's unconscious praise that "the safety of the North now rests on Lord Rickard's shoulders." This only deepened her worries.

Although she was reluctant to assume the worst about her husband's capable henchman, sometimes circumstances change faster than people's thinking.

Nowadays, the nobles of the North no longer travel to Winterfell when they have business; instead, they go directly to Cahor.

A while ago, the Long Night fell, and the North was in a state of tension. Tens of thousands of troops gathered at the foot of the Wall, ready for battle. Rickard Karstark also rushed there.

But recently, I heard that the White Walkers had actually landed in the Eastern Continent and had not attacked the Wall. The nobles and governors of the Eastern Continent all rushed to King's Landing to ask His Majesty the Emperor for military support, which made the North a little more relaxed.

Rickard had recently returned to his fiefdom of Kaho, which wasn't far from the Wall anyway.

Lady Caitlin, having made up her mind, no longer hesitated. She was a decisive person by nature, and asking Maester Luwin's opinion was actually asking herself. Before Maester Luwin could answer, the reddish-brown-haired woman spoke again.

"In that case..."

“Maester Luwin, write a letter to the city of Cahors tomorrow, asking Lord Rickard Karstark to come to Winterfell and say that I have something to discuss.”

Chapter 811 Dragon Spear

"Is this the monster you created using Victorion's blood?"

Inside a hidden underground laboratory in Junlin.

Viserys was dressed in a soft white velvet robe, his long silver-gold hair shimmering in the torchlight. The female knight Mia followed behind Viserys, holding a torch in her hand. The two were visiting Qyburn's secret laboratory.

The silver-haired young man's gaze swept over the densely packed cages on the scene. The red-haired female knight in white robes beside him also looked over, but her eyes revealed disgust before she turned her head to look at Qyburn.

Because these cages house monsters, all of whom, like Victalion, have become terrifying half-human, half-fish creatures.

The female knight Mia was originally serving as Arianne's bodyguard in Highgarden, protecting Her Majesty the Queen, Princess Diana, and Prince Herros. However, Viserys recently returned to King's Landing, and Arianne is bored being alone in Highgarden, while her children miss their father.

Then Arianne returned to King's Landing with her two children to reunite with her husband, so Mia and some Unsullied soldiers escorted the Queen and the two princes back to King's Landing.

Viserys had indeed not seen Arianne, Diana, and Heros for a long time.

“They look weaker than Victorion.”

At that moment, Viserys came to visit Qyburn's underground laboratory. Looking at the densely packed monsters in front of him, he turned around and spoke.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing Viserys's words, Koben nodded slightly and spoke.

"Ordinary people cannot overcome the magic contained in their blood without strong willpower. The venom of the lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast neutralizes some of the magic in the blood, making it acceptable to the bodies of ordinary people, but the corresponding changes become much weaker."

The monsters that Coburn created are now all in a dazed state, with bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from their mouths, staring at the three people outside the cage: an old man, a silver-haired young man, and a woman.

"However, they are all monsters created based on Lord Victalion's blood."

"The good news is that they will all obey Lord Victalion's orders."

The Cretans created a race of Deep Ones, which, while perhaps not as powerful as the original Deep One race, would still be a formidable force if they lived in the ocean.

Viserys looked at the monsters and pondered for a moment, then nodded. Creating life was a taboo, but Qyburn did have the ability. He had transformed the dying Mountain into a magical creature, a 'super soldier'. Now that Qyburn had the blood of a demonized monster, he might actually be able to develop a stable demonizing potion and mass-produce monsters like Robert Strong.

Koben's experiment is only in its early stages, but he still asks Koben to be careful, never to release the monsters, and to be mindful of his own safety.

After all, the world is already chaotic enough, and he doesn't want to make it even more chaotic.

"Tongmenbao is currently without a master."

The House of Bocklers of Bronze Gate had perished in the previous war, and the position was currently vacant. Viserys intended to bestow Bronze Gate upon Qyburn.

While Koben was touched, he still refused.

"The old man is getting on in years and has no descendants, Your Majesty."

While a castle and a family name might be very valuable to others, they held little value for Qyburn. Giving him a castle was less desirable than allowing him to focus on showcasing his talents. He was also grateful for Viserys's recognition and support.

Then Qyburn called over Messalia, the deaf-mute girl he had adopted. The shy girl hid behind her grandfather, watching Viserys and her other sister, who was wearing armor.

"Xiaomei is my adopted granddaughter, a poor deaf-mute girl, and also my assistant, who learns knowledge from me."

"I hope Your Majesty will treat her well in the future."

...

Mesalia is a nice-sounding name, but it's not a very auspicious one.

Because in the history of the Targaryen dynasty there was a person with the same name as her, namely Damon Targaryen's lover and Queen Rhaenyra's chief intelligence officer. She was a dancer from Rhys, known for her cruelty and ruthlessness, and was even called the 'Pale Rose'.

But Viserys looked at the deaf-mute girl with innocent eyes, unlike the 'Lady May' who shared the same name.

Qyburn hoped that Viserys would take care of his adopted granddaughter after he passed away one day, and Viserys agreed.

A few days after Viserys saw Coburn's experimental results, another piece of good news arrived.

That is, the master craftsman Tob Mosso, along with his apprentices, forged several historically renowned Valyrian steel swords: the Stark family's 'Ice,' the Hightower family's 'Vigilance,' and the Tarly family's 'Heartbreaker,' adding some auxiliary materials to create a new divine weapon, the Dragon Slayer Spear.

Although this dragon spear is called a dragon spear, it does not reach such an astonishing length, mainly due to the material. Although it was forged from three Valyrian steel swords, especially the Ice Sword, which is equivalent to two or three swords, the Ice Sword is taller than Robb Stark when it stands up.

However, Viserys's dragon spear was required to be made entirely of Valyrian steel, because due to his physical condition, factors such as weight did not need to be considered, and he could swing it freely.

Therefore, the final total length of this dragon spear was approximately seven feet two inches, with a spearhead eight feet long. The shaft was engraved with dragon patterns, and the entire spear was silver-white. When Viserys held this spear, he could clearly feel a slight vibration and a penetrating coolness.

"I hope that it can shine as brightly as twilight in His Majesty's hands and become the greatest weapon in the world."

After forging the God-Slaying Dragon Spear, the master craftsman Tob Moso was completely drained, his face deathly pale. This dragon spear was bloodthirsty, and he had to sacrifice the blood of seven death row inmates to suppress its tremors.

"Will do."

Viserys' brow relaxed slightly upon hearing Tob Mosso's words.

He could feel a perfect fit for the dragon spear as he held it, because it was custom-made to meet his specific needs.

Although Valyrian steel is relatively light, this dragon spear is made entirely of Valyrian steel, making it too extravagant and heavy. As a result, it weighs over 100 pounds, making it absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to wield.

"It was born for some great mission."

Chapter 812 Saving the World

Red Castle, in the dead of night.

Although the long night has now lasted for nearly half a year, and all living things on this world, including humans, have been severely affected, humans possess wisdom and have therefore found some ways to resolve the current predicament.

For example, the Great Cathedral of St. Baelor has a large hourglass. Each time it runs completely dry, it marks one hour. Therefore, the monks of the Great Cathedral of St. Baelor turn the hourglass every day and then use a bell that can be heard throughout King's Landing to tell people what time it is and what they should do.