Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The passing servants watched from afar as the young king squatted in the courtyard playing with fire, then huddled together whispering to each other. Viserys was too far away to hear what they were saying, and he had no time to pay attention.

Viserys frantically fanned himself with one hand, but he couldn't dispel the thick smoke blowing towards him.

In the end, the little king could only flee in a sorry state, changing direction and continuing to poke around in the fire with the stick until the firewood in his hand was lit. Then he threw it into the campfire and got a new one.

"cough--"

"cough--"

Viserys's usually fair and handsome face was now slightly blackened by the smoke, and he was running tears and snot, looking rather disheveled.

...

During this time, Viserys and the other two girls were researching how to hatch their dragon eggs.

Viserys tried a series of methods, such as dripping blood, roasting with fire, drowning, and even sacrificing a condemned prisoner, but none of them worked.

For the first few days, Renis was quite energetic, seriously studying how to hatch dragon eggs.

However, several days passed and her 'Rego' remained unmoved. The girl gradually lost patience and tried to break it open with a hammer, but to no avail. Finally, Renis gave up on the research.

She forced the little black cat to help her hatch the dragon eggs, while she herself ran off to play.

Meanwhile, the little black cat Bellerion looked completely bewildered, helplessly locked in a cage by its owner and a 'stone,' the cat and the egg relying on each other for survival in the cage.

As for Daenerys...

She neither played with fire like Viserys nor harmed small animals like Renes. The silver-haired girl remembered a sentence her brother had once said.

"Although these three dragon eggs have been around for countless years and have long since become fossils."

"However, I believe that if you put your heart into hatching, you might actually be able to hatch a baby dragon."

Because of this statement, Daenerys took the hatching of the dragon eggs extremely seriously.

She placed her 'Viserion' on her bed in the bedroom and would sleep peacefully every night while wearing her pajamas and holding her dragon egg.

Viserys initially wondered if Daenerys would catch a cold from sleeping with a cold, hard rock every day.

However, Daenerys told him that the dragon egg was not cold; it didn't feel warm to the touch, but it was at least at a normal room temperature.

From then on, Viserys gave up on stopping Daenerys from sleeping with the dragon egg, and at the same time held the greatest expectations for Daenerys.

Because when he touched the pale milky-white dragon egg, it felt completely cold to the touch.

...

"The dragon egg is definitely real."

If Viserys hadn't been certain that the three dragon eggs could truly hatch into three soaring dragons, he would have even believed that his intuition about the dragon eggs was wrong.

However, the dragon egg was real, but he was unable to hatch it, which troubled him greatly.

Aside from Daenerys's slightly 'special' reaction to the dragon eggs—that is, the eggs felt warmer to the touch than the others—there were no other unusual occurrences.

Then, the silver-haired boy tentatively reached out his hand in front of the campfire, his fingers reaching towards the blazing flames, repeatedly teetering on the edge of death.

The sweltering heat was almost suffocating, but the boy swallowed hard, rallied his spirits, and continued to reach out his hands.

Call ~

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the flickering flames in the campfire danced and burned the boy's fingers.

Viserys felt a distinct burning sensation, and then, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"hiss--"

Viserys gasped slightly. Being burned by the fire happened in an instant, but the pain followed immediately.

However... it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined.

Viserys rubbed the burned area vigorously a few times, but found that his fingers were still white and smooth and had not been burned by the flames, so he was slightly relieved.

"It seems that my idea of ​​carrying a dragon egg and a death row inmate into the fire pit is not realistic."

Viserys had no choice but to abandon his audacious idea.

Although some time has passed since Viserys obtained the dragon egg, he still has no way to deal with it.

No wonder Illyrio was willing to give it away.

No wonder a precious dragon egg is only worth the price of a boat.

If a dragon egg can hatch, I wouldn't trade it for a hundred boats; however, if a dragon egg cannot hatch, it only has the value of being collected and admired.

And at this time.

"His Majesty."

A slightly overweight, ugly woman, holding the hand of a boy about the same age as Daenerys, saw Viserys 'playing with fire' and then walked over.

"You want to hatch the dragon egg?"

This woman was none other than the Azalin priestess, Miri Maz Thur, who had attempted to 'do evil' to Viserys on the ship bound for Braavos.

She has now completed the punishment Viserys had given her: 'released from prison'. Two years later, Miri received news from her hometown that her mother had passed away, and she wept bitterly.

However, instead of following her mother's dying wish to return to her hometown and become an unknown priestess, Miri stayed in Andalus to answer Viserys' questions about magic and mysticism, while the woman continued to observe the secrets surrounding Viserys.

However, after all these years, Mili has made no other discoveries besides finding that the boy from back then is growing up at an alarming rate.

She used to be able to 'see' the magic within Viserys growing stronger as he grew, but in recent years, Miri could no longer even observe it.

Viserys was shrouded in a black mist, making him unfathomable.

but...

Whether as a priestess or a witch, Miri had a sudden urge during this period.

She seemed to sense an unsettling atmosphere in the air, and the violent beating of her heart told her that the power of magic seemed to be returning.

It's...not far off.

Chapter 101 Dragon Dream

Viserys heard the voice behind him and turned his head slightly to look behind him.

“Miri”.

Why did you come here?

Viserys saw that the person who came was the priestess, his advisor on magic and mysticism.

"It just so happens that I brought Hutt for a walk in the courtyard, Your Majesty."

The somewhat overweight woman gave a slight bow.

Having followed Viserys for so many years, Miri has reformed herself, corrected her past mistakes, and started anew.

Moreover, her identity has changed. She was once an abandoned baby adopted by a temple priest, and she didn't even know who her parents who abandoned her were.

However, she can now live with her son in a nobleman's castle, receive a considerable salary, travel by carriage, and enjoy a lifestyle no different from that of a nobleman.

However... that's all she could tell herself.

Because Viserys's food, clothing and daily necessities were not extravagant and were even quite frugal. Although he did not share the hardships of the common people, he was only at the level of a minor nobleman.

"Come quickly and greet His Majesty."

Miri then had her youngest son greet Viserys.

"Your Majesty."

The little boy obediently greeted the somewhat disheveled and smoke-smoke-covered king, and Viserys gently ruffled the boy's hair.

"So nice."

He then raised his head, stood up, and looked at Miri Maz Thur.

"Mili, do you have any good ideas?"

In fact, when the dragon egg was first delivered to the castle, Viserys had gathered everyone to study how to hatch it. However, Miri did not come up with any good ideas at that time, but suggested that they could try sacrificing a condemned prisoner.

This method coincided in a wonderful way with the original trajectory, and Viserys readily agreed. However, in reality, even sacrificing the condemned prisoners could not hatch the dragon eggs.

Hatching dragon eggs is no easy task. Since the extinction of the dragons, the Targaryens have paid a huge price and spent a great deal of time but still have been unable to hatch dragon eggs.

Viserys, of course, won't do it so easily either, and the process is currently at a stalemate.

"Your Majesty, the king's blood is only one of the conditions for awakening the dragon."

The obese and ugly woman spoke.

Viserys frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"In fact, I have already used my blood."

Viserys had already tried the old method of dripping blood, but it had no effect. However, Viserys instantly understood what Millie meant.

"You mean the usurper?"

Viserys's brow remained furrowed. After all, he had already lost the Iron Throne; apart from the title on his head, what kind of royal blood did he still possess?

"But I need dragons to kill the usurper and reclaim the Iron Throne. If I could kill the usurper myself, I probably wouldn't need dragons then."

Viserys began.

Robert Baratheon's dynasty is currently at its zenith, having recovered from the damage inflicted on the nation during the War of the Usurper. If Viserys were to have the strength to march across the Narrow Sea and kill Robert, then even without dragons, it wouldn't be a major problem.

"Do not."

Mili shook her head slightly after hearing this.

Viserys misunderstood her meaning; she did not deny that Viserys had the blood of a king flowing in his veins.

"Your Majesty, it is undeniable that you were crowned by the Seven Gods and that the blood of a true dragon flows through your veins."

"However, these alone are not enough to hatch a giant dragon."

Viserys nodded slightly upon hearing the woman's words; this was indeed the case.

"Yes."

Throughout the Targaryen family history, there have been countless bizarre methods used after the extinction of dragons, such as praying day and night to dragon eggs and even drinking wildfire in an attempt to transform themselves into dragons, but none of them worked.

"Then what else is needed?"