Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"This is truly a game of power..."

Tyrion stared at the map before him, which covered Westeros and parts of the Eastern Continent, his wrinkled eyes displaying a slightly complicated expression.

As one of the few who knew the truth, Tyrion knew that this power struggle, which had swept across most of Westeros and involved hundreds of thousands of people, was actually just a game played out within the Targaryen family.

...

After drifting at sea for several days, the Milhain arrived at its first destination, Lannes Harbor.

Lannister Port is a city on the coast of the Sunset Sea, west of Casterly Rock, where the River Road, the Golden Road, and the Sea Road meet. It is one of the most important ports in Westeros, with frequent cargo and trade.

As the name suggests, this place is also closely related to the Lannister family, due to the Lannister family's excellent reproductive ability.

According to legend, in ancient times, the founder of House Lannister, 'Clever' Lannister, was very fertile, typically well-endowed and skilled in bed, and always successful. Tyrion's extraordinary talents may also be related to the bloodline of his ancestors.

In short, the Lannister family grew larger with each generation, until Casterly Rock could no longer contain them. As a result, some of the collateral bloodlines left Casterly Rock and moved to a nearby village, which gradually developed into Lannister Harbor.

After Oberyn led his army to conquer the western borders and the empire was established, some people suggested renaming Lannister Port to completely eliminate the Lannister family's presence.

However, since the city has been called by this name for thousands of years, the matter was ultimately dropped.

Now Tyrion is revisiting familiar territory once again. Last time, he only returned to Casterly Rock but didn't make a trip to Lannister Harbor.

However, the atmosphere in Lannister Harbor is not very lively. The number of ships coming and going in the harbor has decreased significantly compared to normal times, many shops on the streets have closed, prices have begun to soar, and people's faces are filled with worry.

Because these days, even a beggar you grab off the street in Lannisport knows that war is raging, the Empire is in civil war, and the enemy is attacking Golden Tooth City.

Fortunately, Golden Tooth City is a natural fortress located in the mountains, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is not easy to break through Golden Tooth City. In fact, the western region, located in the mountains, is a nightmare for foreign armies.

This is why Oberyn, who conquered the western border, became famous.

Meanwhile, the Myraham was docked in port for normal loading and unloading of supplies, its disguise flawless. Tyrion, having nothing to do on the ship and not being one to stand being alone, decided to disembark and wander around.

He figured that since this was allies' territory, nothing should happen.

Tyrion disembarked at Lannister Harbor, took his two guards for a stroll around the city, and then naturally ended up in a tavern.

Tyrion originally wanted to visit a brothel and have some fun, after all, he had a reputation for having slept in all sorts of brothels in Westeros.

But remembering his important mission and the personal letter from Prince Imon in his arms, he was forced to abandon the idea.

He planned to order a few jugs of wine and then return to the ship, planning to disembark for some fresh air the next time he arrived at King's Port.

However, just as Tyrion and his entourage had filled several jugs of wine at the tavern and were preparing to return to the ship, Tyrion paused slightly as they passed the entrance to a small alley.

Because a person suddenly appeared from nowhere not far in front of him, with a bulging bag of what appeared to be a weapon at his waist, swaying and looking like he was drunk, and was approaching Tyrion.

Although the other party was well disguised, Tyrion immediately sensed something unusual.

"An informant from the Ministry of the Interior!"

He would never forget that smell, especially since Junlin had recently been shrouded in white terror.

Tyrion was slightly startled, but he didn't immediately show his panic. Instead, he turned his head as if to say something to the servant beside him, but secretly looked behind him.

However, Tyrion looked behind him and his heart sank.

He could see at a glance that there were two other people staring at him with ill intent from behind him not far away.

"Run away!"

Tyrion then had no time to hide it; he knew he was being watched. He was all too familiar with these Interior Ministry agents.

He shouted and then ran straight into the alleyway beside him.

The terrain here is complex and narrow, which might help him escape from the enemy.

Tyrion's two guards were startled by his sudden shout, but when they saw the Interior Ministry spies rushing towards them, they immediately understood what had happened.

"My lord, leave quickly!"

These two guards were loyal and righteous men. They exchanged a glance, then drew their swords and stood at the entrance of the alley, fighting with the secret agents from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

However, the guards helped Tyrion buy some time, but Tyrion was getting old after all, and after running for who knows how far, he was feeling dizzy and out of breath.

He heard the screams of the guards in the distance, and his steps, which had been about to stop, seemed to regain momentum.

But then, just as Tyrion was about to make a turn...

A figure, seemingly having been waiting there for some time, struck Tyrion with a stick, delivering a fatal blow.

bang——

"It's over..."

Tyrion was hit over the head with a club. He immediately realized that something terrible had happened.

But there was nothing he could do, and then everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.

Chapter 1043 The Pale Lady

Tyrion was struck hard on the head with a club. His brain was dazed from the blow, and he felt hot blood flowing down his gray hair and onto his forehead.

Then everything went black, and he fainted.

Although Tyrion had passed out, he still had some sense of the outside world and was in a semi-conscious state. He seemed to feel that he was put into a sack and stuffed into a box.

Tyrion then felt his body sway slightly and heard the creaking of the wheel bearings. He must have been stuffed into a sack, then into a box, covered with straw and other goods, and loaded onto a wagon.

Although Tyrion still had some faint awareness of his surroundings, he was experiencing intense pain from the wound on his head.

In addition, Tyrion was already old, and he was nearly killed by this sudden blow, so even though he was half asleep, he couldn't make a sound.

Where...are they taking me?

Tyrion's head was spinning, and then, besides the sound of wheels rolling, he heard people talking all around him, and it was very noisy.

It looks like we've passed by a bustling market.

"They probably haven't left Lannesport yet..."

Despite his splitting headache, Tyrion did not give up his will to live.

He pondered his current situation. The sound of wheels told him he was in a carriage, and the noise outside was from a bustling market.

Tyrion knew that there were no markets outside Lannister Port, and given the distance and time constraints, he concluded that he should still be in Lannister Port.

The Westerlands are, after all, still allied territory. Although Lannisport has its own independent governor and is not under the jurisdiction of Casterly Rock, its geographical location makes it impossible for it to completely sever ties with the Westerlands.

Therefore, his kidnappers in Lannisport did not dare to act arrogantly, but instead kept a low profile.

"The enemy used a reverse strategy."

"To mislead the soldiers of Lannesport, I pretended that I had already been tied up and taken out of the city. I suspect that there should be several other identical carriages leaving the city through the different gates of Lannesport."

"But in reality I am still in Lannisport, in a crowded market where it is the least likely place to hide, but where goods are constantly moving around."

Tyrion truly lived up to his reputation as one of Viserys' trusted advisors, becoming the emperor's personal counselor; his mind was exceptionally sharp.

Using only some sounds as clues, along with his own associations and deductions, he easily guessed his current situation.

After an unknown amount of time, Tyrion, feeling dizzy and disoriented, was imprisoned in the carriage, when he felt the wheels beneath him finally stop turning.

Then Tyrion immediately felt the dark 'sky' above his head suddenly brighten, as the cargo that had been pressing down on the box imprisoning him was moved.

Tyrion was still wrapped in a sack and stuffed in a box. Several men came up and unloaded all the goods from the wagon, including himself.

He felt himself being moved again, but this time he wasn't with all the goods; instead, he was carried away alone.

The surroundings gradually darkened, and the soft breathing of the people carrying the boxes and the sound of their footsteps on the steps could be heard until the surroundings were completely dark.

After some time, it seemed that they had finally reached their destination, and the surrounding light became much brighter.

The crate containing Tyrion was unloaded, and someone came forward, opened it, pulled Tyrion out of the sack, and threw him on the ground.

Tyrion, though possessing an extremely strong will to survive, was now on the verge of death. His wound on his forehead seemed to still be bleeding, and he looked disheveled and wretched.

He lay motionless on the ground; if it weren't for his chest rising and falling as he breathed, one might mistake him for being dead.

"Bandage his wound."

"Don't let him die like this."

At that moment, Tyrion lay on the ground unable to open his eyes, but he still heard a deep male voice coming from directly in front of him.

"Great, it's not a woman..."

Upon hearing this voice, Tyrion felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and relaxed considerably.

However, overwhelmed by pain, exhaustion, and fear, Tyrion eventually collapsed and lost consciousness.

...

"water…"

"Give me some water..."

When Tyrion woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

His lips were chapped, his throat was tight, and his limbs were tied to a wooden frame, making a hoarse sound.

He didn't want to wake up, but unfortunately the other party had already realized that he was awake, and he could no longer hide it.

Tyrion could only open his eyes.

He looked uneasily at the girl in front of him, who had long, straight black hair, fair skin, and a quiet and gentle appearance.

This is the woman Tyrion least wants to see...

He had initially heard the man's voice and was relieved, but he was in such a bad state that he had even forgotten that the other person was congenitally deaf and mute.

She communicates with people using sign language and translation.

This woman had an extremely gentle appearance, even bearing some resemblance to a Yi person. Although she was in her early thirties, she looked like a teenage girl.

However, don't be fooled by this woman's appearance.

She became the person Tyrion least wanted to see because she was the granddaughter of Mei, the girl Qyburn adopted, a deaf-mute girl who was homeless and struggling to survive on the streets of King's Landing without parents.

She inherited Qyburn's dark magic and various methods; her body was light, supple, agile, and even ruthless in killing.

A scalpel shaped like a willow leaf can dissect a living person into various parts with the speed and precision of a master butcher, and Xiaomei's hands don't even tremble during the process; every cut is extremely precise.

Therefore, after her adoptive grandfather Qyburn died, Mei naturally became the third commander of the Empire's most powerful intelligence agency, based on her personal abilities.

Under Xiaomei's leadership, the Ministry of Internal Affairs almost completely overwhelmed the forces under the Imperial Intelligence Minister, even suppressing those 'little birds' to the point of being unable to breathe.