Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 928 Father

Imon is having class with the Grand Master today.

Although the boy was only four years old, his background determined that he was different from others.

While other children were still playing, he had to begin receiving a royal education.

"so tired."

As a Targaryen prince, Aemon never felt that he was happier than others.

He even felt that he wasn't as happy as that big, blond-haired bum in the stable.

He overheard that the other person was apparently also a prince, named Joffrey...

However, his own father usurped the throne from the other man's father, so he ended up working as a stable boy.

What kind of person would my father be?

Aemon held a thick book in his hand, looking at the dense letters on it. He recognized most of the common words, but he still didn't know some of the rare ones.

He looked at the book and listened to Dr. Marvin patiently teaching, but his mind wandered off into the distance.

There is a portrait in my mother's bedroom. In the center of the portrait is a dashing silver-armored knight holding a long spear, and my appearance is extremely similar to his.

The man in the portrait has a cold expression. He is riding a warhorse and holds a long spear on the shoulder of a kneeling steppe knight. He leads his people to kneel and surrender to this young knight with silver hair and silver armor.

This is a portrait painted by a painter in King's Landing, based on Viserys's appearance and relying on his imagination, depicting His Majesty the Emperor's early resistance against the Dothraki invasion and his successful subjugation of them.

The person in the portrait wasn't exactly a perfect likeness of Viserys, just slightly different, but still quite similar. So the painting was always hanging in Daenerys's bedroom, where Aemon could often see it, and his mother would often hold him and tell him stories about his father.

However, Eamon was completely confused, since he had never met his father before. He could only rely on his mother's description and his own imagination to create a cold and domineering image in his mind.

The girl is pregnant with spring.

Sisters often admire their brothers. Daenerys always regarded Viserys as a great hero, which is why she wanted to marry him.

The Viserys she described was indeed quite different from reality.

"The little prince has a good talent for learning, but not as good as his brother, Prince Herod, and he often gets distracted."

Meanwhile, Dr. Marvin, who was teaching, noticed that Prince Aemon was once again somewhat distracted. He paused slightly and thought to himself.

He was responsible for the early education of Viserys' three children, so who knows the three Targaryen princesses and princes best?

Dr. Marwin must be one of them.

Prince Herros is introverted but very diligent. He listens to everything his teachers and elders say and works very hard himself. He is humble and polite and never puts on airs. Even the guards and maids in the Red Keep praise him.

Prince Imon, compared to Prince Heros... is indeed quite different.

Dr. Marwin thought to himself.

Prince Heros is a model prince, while Prince Aemon seems to have no advantages other than his affability, and he doesn't even work hard in his studies.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Doctor, have I been daydreaming?"

However, at that moment, the silver-haired boy, who was lost in thought, suddenly realized that Dr. Marwin's dull and boring voice had disappeared.

He then looked up and saw Dr. Marvin looking at him. He immediately realized he had made a mistake and panicked. He quickly apologized sincerely.

"Your Highness, there's no need for that..."

However, Dr. Marwin had also been a little distracted. Hearing Prince Aemon's apology, he sighed slightly and was about to say something.

But then, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked out the window, his expression immediately changing.

"This is..."

Dr. Marwin watched helplessly as a silver light descended from the sky and crashed into the Red Keep.

And within that light lay a power that sent chills down his spine...

If this energy were to explode, perhaps the entire King's Landing... no, perhaps the entire kingdom and even a small part of Westeros would be reduced to ashes.

"Could it be that the gods in the sky have fallen down?!"

Dr. Marvin's heart was pounding, but he didn't show it outwardly, for fear of frightening the little prince.

"Doctor, what is this?"

And Imon also saw this silver light, and for some reason, a strong sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

However, not long afterward, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridors of the Red Keep's Maester Tower.

An Unsullied guard carrying a spear and a round shield entered through the door. His gaze fell directly on Prince Aemon, then he looked up at Dr. Marwyn before speaking a few words in Valyrian.

Dr. Marvin's expression changed several times before he looked down at his student in disbelief.

Then the Bull Scholar crouched down, looked at little Eamon, reached out and ruffled his hair, and spoke.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, Your Highness."

You must catch it.

Little Immon was somewhat confused.

He was only four years old, and with limited learning talent, he barely learned the more commonly used common language, but he still couldn't understand Valyrian.

In the end, the boy was taken away by the Unsullied guard in a daze.

Where are we going?

The silver-haired boy asked, but the Unsullied guard hesitated for a moment, thinking of the Commander-in-Chief's instructions, but then he thought of the boy's identity behind him, and then he spoke.

"Go see your father, Your Highness."

"Father…"

When Aemon heard the Unsullied Guard's words, he was slightly taken aback, as if he did not understand, and then repeated them.

"Father?"

However, after wandering around for a while, they arrived at the entrance to the Red Keep's cellar. Then, the Unsullied guards pushed open the heavy door, and a damp smell wafted from underground, along with a gentle and peaceful voice.

"Imon?"

"Come here."

Without hesitation, the Unsullied guard beside Aemon knelt down on one knee.

The boy paused, then stiffly raised his head and looked into the depths of the cellar.

This is a long row of stone steps…

At the end of the stone steps stood a young man with a strong physique, long, snow-white hair, a gentle face, and blue flames burning in his eyes.

Chapter 929 The Cause of Imon's Illness

"This person is...father?"

Little Imon looked up and stared blankly at the young man in the distance who had removed his armor and was wearing only a blood-stained white robe. The man's face was gentle and he had a very friendly smile.

Amon swallowed hard, standing there unsure of what to do.

However, at that moment, a pleasant woman's voice rang out.

“Imon, come and see your father.”

It was only then that Aemon realized there were three women in the Red Keep's cellars: two of them were women he should call his mother, and the third one who spoke was his mother.

Daenerys, with her long, slightly wavy, silver-gold hair, looked at her son with encouraging eyes as she stood beside the white-haired man.

As soon as he pushed open the cellar door, for some reason, Imon's gaze fell entirely on the man in the white robe, subconsciously ignoring everyone around him.

It seems that no matter where he stands, he will be the focus of this world, or rather... Viserys has begun to feel somewhat out of place in this world.

Eamon was somewhat lost in thought, unsure of what to do, but his mother's words reminded him.

"This person...is my father!"

The silver-haired boy swallowed hard, shivered, and then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look the other person in the eye, as he walked down the steps one by one.

“Viserys…”

Daenerys was slightly disappointed when she saw her son's timid appearance.

But fearing that Viserys might also be disappointed in his son, she looked at him with concern.

"It's alright."

However, Viserys merely smiled slightly. He didn't seem to care about Aemon's fear and unfamiliarity upon seeing him, since Aemon had never seen him since birth.

This is my own irresponsibility as a father, not the child's responsibility. It's perfectly normal for Eamon to feel nervous when he sees me.

Nevertheless, when Viserys first saw his son, his gaze was sharp as a sword as he carefully examined the silver-gold-haired boy from head to toe.

His eyes were pale purple, with a faint, icy blue flame burning deep within them, as if he could see through the boy's current emotional fluctuations.

Viserys's gaze sharpened slightly, pressing down on the boy's mind like a mountain. Aemon felt even more nervous, unsure of which leg to take next.

“Come here, child.”

In the end, it was Viserys who urged him again, which eased some of the tension that was about to overflow in the boy's heart.

Aemon stole a glance at his mother and saw the slightly disappointed look on Daenerys's face, then felt a little uneasy.

Daenerys had a very harsh impression of Aemon, and having disappointed her today, she would likely face punishment in the future.

"Father."

However, Aemon composed himself and stood obediently in front of his father, letting whatever unknown things might happen next take their course.

"Don't be nervous, Imon."

However, a gentle voice came from above, and a warm, large hand patted his shoulder.

“I haven’t been back since you were born.”

"I have never met you, nor have I ever met your mother."

Viserys looked at the silver-haired boy standing obediently in front of him, sighed, and continued.

"Of course I wanted to come back, but I had more important things to do at the time."