Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The boy fired a few more arrows, but unfortunately, he was perhaps not in good form today, or perhaps the prey was too 'cunning' and was deliberately making fun of him.

The little doe dodged his arrows one after another, but the last arrow slipped from his hand while he was aiming and flew straight up to the treetop.

It nearly hit a poor little squirrel, scaring it so much that it dropped the hazelnuts in its hand and fled back to its tree hole in a sorry state.

The boy rode his white horse, chasing after the prey, and soon disappeared from the spot, heading into the depths of the forest. His trained hunting dogs had long since fallen far behind, with only faint barking still audible.

The boy then chased after his prey alone on horseback. They seemed to have accidentally stumbled into the territory of some animal, and the air was filled with a foul odor that made people feel uneasy.

"Roar--"

Just then, a roar suddenly came from the forest, startling the doe in front of them so much that she stopped in her tracks and trembled. The white horse under the boy's feet also seemed to be frightened and involuntarily raised its front hooves, neighing loudly.

The boy was drawing his bow and shooting an arrow. He wasn't holding the reins and was sitting firmly on the horse's back using only the strength of his legs and waist. He didn't expect that his warhorse would suddenly be startled and leap high into the air. Caught off guard, the boy was thrown off the horse and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oops."

The boy fell backwards completely, his brain buzzing. The bow and arrow in his hand had long since fallen to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He wondered if he had broken any bones from the fall.

His hood fell down, revealing beautiful long silver-gold hair, purple eyes, and a fair face.

However, the boy had no time to worry about whether his wrist was broken. Instead, he hurriedly pulled out a dagger from his waist and gripped it tightly in his hand.

Because right in front of him stood a strong, ferocious spotted tiger, its mouth wide open, emitting a strong, pungent stench, and once again letting out a roar that shook the mountains and forests.

Chapter 972 Ten Years

It turned out that the boy, riding his warhorse and chasing a little doe, had accidentally wandered into the territory of this spotted tiger.

Tigers have a strong sense of territory, and any creature that trespasses into a tiger's territory will undoubtedly anger it. Compared to the small female deer, the spotted tiger's first target was the boy and his warhorse.

Meanwhile, the frightened doe trembling nearby seized the opportunity and quickly disappeared, leaving only the silver-haired boy and his mount behind.

The warhorse that had thrown him from his saddle was undoubtedly the culprit that had put the boy in such a dangerous situation. Fortunately, although the horse was also terrified, constantly fidgeting and trembling slightly, it did not abandon the boy and turn to flee.

"Oh no... Mrs. Lana."

"We're probably going to die together."

The boy with long silver-gold hair also showed despair on his face at this moment.

Although his childhood dream was to become an excellent knight, the reality is that his swordsmanship talent is not very outstanding, and his current swordsmanship is only passable, even with a good teacher.

As a result, the boy had long since given up on himself and abandoned his former dreams.

Even when his wrist was uninjured, he struggled to deal with a fully grown spotted tiger.

Moreover, his wrist still aches terribly from the fall from the horse, and it seems to be fractured. He can't muster any strength, let alone escape from the jaws of the spotted tiger in front of him.

Despite the despair rising in his heart, the silver-haired boy did not give up hope of survival. He knew that his current attempt to hastily climb onto the horse and escape would be a suicide mission.

Because tigers and other felines love hunting their prey, and the more the prey escapes, the more excited they become.

The dagger in his hand was sharp, gleaming with a cold light. Facing the spotted tiger head-on, even though the difference in size between the adults wasn't too great, it was still quite obvious that the tiger would be wary of him.

But if the boy turns and runs away in fear, it will expose his weakness, and the spotted tiger will pounce on him without hesitation and bite his throat.

"My teacher once said... When facing wild beasts, never be afraid, never turn your back on them..."

"That way, you can die more tragically."

The silver-haired boy felt bitter, but he tried to find joy in his suffering, even recalling a joke his coach had once told him.

Despite his despair, he was not prepared to give up hope. He could hear faint barking and shouts from behind, so he gripped his dagger tightly, ready to fight the spotted tiger to the death.

However, these chaotic noises were not only heard by the boy, but also alerted the spotted tiger. Its patience was limited. It had originally wanted to play with its prey, but the intrusion of others into its territory made it irritable.

Then the huge spotted tiger roared again, but this time it wasn't a threat or warning; it pounced directly at the tiger.

"It's over!"

However, just as the tiger pounced on the silver-haired boy, a figure suddenly stood between them.

The newcomer was clad in a gleaming silver armor, without any family markings except for a crown and a snow-white cloak. Two swords hung at his waist, and he wore no helmet. He had a handsome face, long platinum-gold hair that cascaded down his armor, and a pair of deep blue eyes that were bright and piercing as he stared intently at the spotted tiger.

The spotted tiger originally intended to kill the human who had trespassed into its territory before dealing with the others.

However, at that moment someone blocked its way, which immediately enraged the spotted tiger, and its target shifted from the human boy to the white-clad knight.

The tiger roared and pounced on the white-clad knight, but he nimbly dodged it.

Anyone would be intimidated by a ferocious beast like a tiger, but this knight in white showed no fear, as if nothing in the world could frighten him.

His eyes were fixed on the tiger, his gaze calm, collected, and meticulous. The beast was incredibly fast and strong; if it had encountered an ordinary knight, he might have been killed by it. Unfortunately for it, this time it had run into him...

He then drew his twin swords from his waist. The gleaming swords reflected a chilling light in the bright sunlight through the woods, as cold as the eyes of a white-clad knight.

Then, when the tiger pounced on him again, he calmly dodged it once more at an impossible angle.

But his sword also lashed out like lightning, piercing the spotted tiger's right hind thigh. The sharp blade easily pierced the tough tiger skin and penetrated its flesh.

The spotted tiger suddenly let out a sharp howl, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and blood instantly flowed down its strong thigh.

"Good fight!"

Sir Edric!

On the other side, the silver-haired boy was initially worried when he saw the white-clad knight facing the tiger alone. However, the knight remained calm and composed, and not only was he not injured by the tiger, but he also crippled one of the knight's legs in a few moves. How could he not cheer with joy?

However, as the overlord of the forest, the spotted tiger usually preys on humans. Travelers passing through this area need to be careful, or they will be dragged away. Nearby nobles sent warriors to hunt it down, but they all returned empty-handed, and some even lost their lives.

Now, being injured by a human instead of the tiger has only fueled its ferocity, stirring up the wildness hidden in its bloodline.

"Roar--"

Blood was flowing from the tiger's hind legs, but it was completely enraged. It let out a furious roar and charged at the white-clad knight once again.

"brute…"

However, a cold glint flashed in the white knight's eyes, and he spoke softly and indifferently, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his wrist twisting slightly.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Meanwhile, the barking of hunting dogs in the distance grew louder, along with the chaotic sound of horses' hooves. The silver-haired boy's cronies and his hunting dogs all rushed over.

puff--

However, on the battlefield between the man and the tiger, a cold longsword suddenly pierced through the spotted tiger's mouth and emerged from the back of its neck.

Blood splattered in the forest, reflecting a vivid light in the sunlight.

Chapter 973 Summer Palace

Year 317 of the Aegonian calendar.

Her Majesty Queen Arianne departed from King's Landing for Summerhall, the summer residence of the Targaryen family, to recuperate.

Actually, going to the Summer Palace for recuperation is more like going home. The Summer Palace is not far from Yangji City. Her Majesty the Empress's father, Prince Daolang, is old and in poor health. The main purpose of the Empress's trip is to go home and visit her elderly father.

Arianne's journey may last for half a year, and she has brought many courtiers with her, including Aemon Targaryen, the only prince in King's Landing at the moment.

And he was that silver-haired, purple-eyed boy hunting in the forest. The former little Aemon is now fifteen years old, and next year will be his coming-of-age ceremony. He will also have the opportunity to leave the Red Keep and soar like his older brothers and sisters.

However, for now, Aemon must remain obediently in the Red Keep, under the protection of his mother, who is not his birth mother Daenerys, but rather Queens Arianne and Rhaenys.

However, in recent years, Renesas has not appeared in King's Landing often. She now lives on Dragonstone, waiting for her husband who is in seclusion underground on Dragonstone.

As for Aemon's mother, Daenerys, she has returned to King's Landing several times in the past ten years, but only very rarely.

Sometimes, even when he returned to King's Landing, he only had important matters to discuss and didn't have time to see his son.

Each time Daenerys returned, she would bring a gift for her son, then ride a dragon and disappear into the sky once more.

At first, Aemon was heartbroken and even tearfully begged his mother to stay or take him with her, but he was met with a cold rejection.

In the end, when he was completely heartbroken and numb, Eamon no longer fantasized that his mother would stay there, because she always had countless things to do.

As a high-ranking prince of the Targaryen family, Aemon possessed a life and status that everyone envied, and some even couldn't help but be driven mad with jealousy.

However, Eamon still wanted to say that he was unhappy... therefore, he had only seen his father once in his life, a man with a gentle and infectious smile, and had also seen his mother only a few times in the last ten years.

They missed the most important part of Eamon's life, and although he had both parents, Eamon felt like an orphan.

Although life dealt Eamon a harsh blow, and he would feel sad and heartbroken when he looked at the sky alone in the dead of night, the boy still did not give up on himself and maintained an optimistic and positive attitude.

He has made many friends in King's Landing in recent years.

They all came from families all over the empire. Some were of extremely illustrious origin and were heirs to their families, while others came from relatively humble backgrounds, such as second sons of their families, or unimportant figures, or even illegitimate children.

However, Aemon seems to possess a unique personal charm.

He was able to inspire and attract everyone to unite into a small group, helping each other and becoming a well-known and legitimate knightly order in King's Landing and the surrounding area.

Because the earliest core members of this knightly order, composed of young masters, were students from Class 2 of the Imperial Military Academy in Aegon 309.

When Imon first enrolled, he made a group of friends. They fought together and attracted more young masters to join. Therefore, this knight order is now also known as "Class 92".

As these children grew up, the knightly order, conceived at the Military Academy of the King's Landing Empire, saw some leave due to the call of their families, while new members joined, scattering like petals across the empire.

However, the dozen or so vibrant young knights who accompanied Imon south to the Summer Hall were members of this young master knightly order.

With their hunting dogs and falcons, they made quite a racket, becoming a bright spot in the Queen's procession.

...

That night.

The dangers encountered during the day have been safely averted, thanks to the timely appearance of Edric Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, a member of Aemon's Kingsguard, who killed the spotted tiger and saved his life.

Upon returning to the camp, Aemon inevitably received a reprimand from Queen Arianne, after which he handed over the gifts sent back by his mother, Daenerys.

Eamon also had some bruises on his wrist, but fortunately it wasn't a fracture. After the accompanying doctor applied some simple medicine and immobilized it, there was nothing seriously wrong, but the price was that he couldn't move around freely for a few days.

At night, a campfire was lit in the camp, roasting the game hunted during the day. A dozen or so young knights brought out their secretly treasured spirits and toasted each other.

"Fortunately, Sir Edric saved Brother Aemon, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

"That spotted tiger is too ferocious. It's probably too late for us to get here."

One of the boys, who wore a red apple emblem on his chest and had many freckles on his face, sat in front of the campfire, holding a wine jug in his hand and spoke.