Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Although Heros said this, Heros had actually been educated by Viserys, while Aemon had never seen his father before the age of four.

Prince Heros's humble attitude earned him nods of approval from the imperial nobles in the banquet hall.

There is a proper order between elders and juniors.

His Highness let his sister choose first, and then humbly deferred to his younger brother, placing himself last. He truly had the demeanor of an emperor.

Upon hearing his brother tell him to choose first, the silver-haired prince couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up immediately.

"I choose Lord Edric Dane!"

Chapter 970 The Conquest of Meereen

Young Imon would naturally choose the young Dawnblade.

Because Lord Edric Dane's battle just now was so cool!

He didn't have as many considerations as Heros; he simply liked this older brother with platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes and hoped that he could teach him swordsmanship.

After all, which boy didn't want to be a handsome and dashing knight like Edric Dane when he was young?

The youngest prince, Aemon, chose himself, which did not surprise Edric Dayne, who had just taken over the white robes from his uncle.

"Your Highness."

His introverted nature and lack of eloquence led him to merely smile calmly at Prince Aemon Targaryen, then, with one hand holding his helmet and the other on his sword hilt, he stood beside Edric.

On the other side, standing next to the eldest princess was Arya, a short, slender wolf girl with a ponytail, also carrying a Kingsguard helmet. She had very distinctive gray eyes, a hallmark of the Stark family.

She turned and glanced at Edric, her gaze inexplicably provocative.

Logically speaking, the two had not encountered each other in the martial arts tournament. Both were taciturn and had only met a few times.

But Edric knew perfectly well what Arya was doing, so he simply smiled, nodded, and then turned his gaze back to Prince Aemon in front of him, holding his helmet.

The younger brother made his choice, selecting the Dawnblade Edric Dayne, while the older brother, Heros, closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, his gaze filled with a sense of loss.

This is one of Heros's weaknesses; he tends to be indecisive and torn between choices.

However, since his brother had already chosen Edric Dane, Heros had no better choice than his friend.

"Artis".

"bring it on."

Then the brown-haired young prince looked at his childhood friend and spoke.

"Heroes!"

Artis had just seen Heros close his eyes, take a deep breath, and then open them again, and his heart leaped into his throat.

As his childhood friend, he knew that this was a subconscious habit of Heros's when making choices.

Even Heros himself was unaware that he had many subconscious actions that revealed his true inner thoughts.

However, in the end, all was well and Heros chose himself, and the giant prince immediately showed a kind smile.

He stepped forward, bent down, and hugged his companion, then, like Arya and Edric Dane, stood behind Herlos.

At this point, all three princes and princesses had chosen their guardians. Diana Targaryen chose Arya Stark, while Prince Horos and Prince Aemon chose the giant prince Artis and the sword of the dawn, Edric Dayne, respectively.

When the three princes and princesses made their choices, the imperial nobles below were completely silent, exchanging only glances. Everyone understood that such choices were extraordinary and must contain unfathomable meanings.

Now it seems that Princess Diana made the best choice. The direwolf is the younger sister of the Lord Warden of the North, born into the noble family of direwolves, and it is said that Her Majesty the Queen arranged the marriage between the eldest daughter of the Stark family and Lord Velas, the Hand of the King.

Therefore, Princess Diana's choice of Arya practically bound the Stark family to her cause.

Besides Princess Diana's choice, the next best choice was Prince Aemon, who chose Edric Dayne. The prestige of the legendary Sword of the Morning was extraordinary, and recruiting him alone was enough to make him a force to be reckoned with in terms of prestige.

Moreover, Edric represents the Dane family, one of the most powerful families in Dorne.

Based on current preliminary assessments, Dorne is the main faction supporting Prince Herod Targaryen, and it is almost impossible to shake them.

However, Prince Aemon's choice of Edric Dayne as his guardian meant that a clear crack had appeared in the most unshakeable territory of the First Prince, and Dorne's solid camp had split.

Currently, all the imperial nobles attending the banquet believe that His Highness Heros made the worst choice.

Admittedly, when the giant prince Artis grew up, a fully grown giant, clad in armor, possessed the fighting power to overwhelm an entire army. However, no matter how strong a giant is, he is still just one person and cannot change the course of the battle.

Moreover, due to the Long Night, the development of giant crossbows is now far ahead of schedule, and if giants appear on the battlefield, they will easily become live targets for the giant crossbows.

However, what we see now may not be the same as what we will see in the future. Would it have been a better choice for Herros to choose Gendry or Brienne Tass?

Perhaps not.

...

The tournament at the Red Keep has come to an end, and five knights have been selected to join the Kingsguard. The female knight Mia has replaced Bessie as the captain of the Kingsguard.

The assassination attempt that occurred on the day of the martial arts tournament finals has gradually come to light after some investigation.

It turns out that Velas's existence became an obstacle for some nobles within the empire. These nobles, who had risen from the ashes and were unwilling to accept their existing power, plotted to restore their privileges, but they encountered Velas as a roadblock.

Velas is currently investigating a major domestic case, and by following the clues, he is almost able to trace it back to them. The nobles are panicking, so they join forces to try to get rid of Velas. However, their plan is well-thought-out, but ultimately fails.

As the Prime Minister of the Empire, Velas Tyrell's carriage was also specially made, with a wooden exterior and steel plates inside, which is why he escaped death. Otherwise, a volley of crossbow bolts would have been enough to riddle the carriage with holes.

Once the truth was uncovered, these audacious nobles naturally could not escape punishment. Some tried to flee overseas in panic, while others raised an army and simply rebelled. However, in the end, they were either captured or killed.

No matter how peaceful the times, even if House Targaryen has dragons, restless people will never settle down.

Meanwhile, the 'holy war' launched by Queen Daenerys continued.

She led five thousand Unsullied, along with the slave army and warriors subdued by Yunkai, and after making thorough preparations, began her attack on Meereen, the largest city in Slaver's Bay.

Meereen initially put up a fierce resistance against Daenerys's attack. They were also well-prepared, having prepared many giant crossbows aimed at the sky to fight the dragon.

However, to the surprise of the wise lords of Meereen, after Daenerys's army had been besieging Meereen for several days without success, two more dragons flew in from the west to join the battle.

Although the city of Meereen was fortified and the resistance was valiant, it quickly fell.

Meereen, the largest city in Slaver's Bay, was captured by the Little Queen's army, and the Targaryen banners were raised atop the city walls.

By this time, two of the three major city-states of Slaver's Bay had fallen into the hands of House Targaryen.

Chapter 971 Growth

Bright sunlight pierced through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns on the ground. A doe, separated from the herd, was carefully drinking water by the river in the woods.

It seemed very alert, its large eyes gleaming with a lively light, always watching for predators around it.

However, at that moment, several hunting dogs silently appeared around the doe.

They were all tall and agile, with glossy fur and bright, piercing eyes, staring intently at their prey. But one of the hounds accidentally stepped on some dry leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

click -

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of the little doe who was carefully drinking water in the quiet forest.

It suddenly raised its head and was horrified to find several menacing dogs staring intently at it from the bushes not far away.

These well-trained hunting dogs, of course, realized they had been discovered. They immediately sprang out of the bushes and pounced on their prey like arrows released from a bow.

The young doe was so frightened that she turned and ran away. Deer are animals that run extremely fast. Although the hunting dogs are also fast, they are still not within the hunting range. Therefore, in just a moment, the gap between the hunting dogs and the prey widened.

Just as the prey that had been watching for so long was about to escape, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the woods, flying straight towards the poor little doe like lightning.

Unfortunately, the little doe's dark eyes were extremely bright and alert; she ran while constantly being aware of her surroundings.

It heard the sound of the bowstring snapping and the arrow piercing the air, and its whole body trembled. It seemed that it had been chased by hunters before. In response, it jumped to the side and just managed to avoid the arrow.

bang——

The arrow, which had shot out of the forest, suddenly embedded itself in a nearby tree trunk. The fletching of the arrow continued to vibrate and hum, demonstrating the immense force of the shot.

And not far away, at the spot where the arrow was shot.

"嘁~"

Everyone was full of anticipation, hoping to see some amazing performance, but to their surprise, the arrow missed its mark, and everyone immediately booed.

"That's it?"

The hooded boy with purple eyes blushed upon seeing this. He remembered the boast he had made not long ago and felt ashamed. He then spoke up in a fit of anger.

"Stop barking like a dog!"

"This arrow doesn't count!"

"It can't escape!"

The hooded, purple-eyed boy gritted his teeth, then hung his bow and arrows on his back, grabbed the reins beside him, and mounted his horse.

"Mrs. Lana, go after them!"

Lady Lana was a woman who had offended the young man not long ago. She opened a velvet factory in King's Landing and ruthlessly refused his request for a discount, because it was on the orders of Her Majesty the Queen.

Although Lady Lana's reasons were very valid, it made the young man, who had already made such a boast, feel embarrassed, so he renamed his mount Lady Lana.

In fact, before Lady Lana, this noble-blooded mount had been called 'Gary' and 'Stinky Blacksmith', among other names of people who had offended the boy.

Fortunately, this horse has an extraordinary lineage and is extremely intelligent. Even with an owner who gives it random names every few days, it can still understand his commands.

Immediately, the warhorse, with its snow-white coat, powerful hooves, and thick, strong thighs, let out a neigh, and it even seemed as if a dragon's roar could be heard. Then, carrying its master, it chased after the prey.

The hooded, purple-eyed boy suddenly mounted his horse and chased after them, while his companions, who had come out with him, all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"quick!"

"Follow!"

They quickly mounted their horses, and the group of more than a dozen boys of similar age who were out hunting all mounted their horses and chased after their companions in the direction they had just been chasing.

Hounds have great explosive power and can sprint to catch prey over short distances, but they are not as good at long-distance running as the light and agile female deer, which are known for their endurance.

Several hunting dogs chased their prey for a long distance, but the distance between them kept increasing.

"Don't run."

However, the young man on the white horse gritted his teeth and spurred his horse to catch up. He was determined to hunt down the doe and save face, otherwise he would never be able to hold his head up in front of his friends.

He then loosened the reins, took the bow from his back, nocked an arrow, and aimed at his target.

Whoosh whoosh—