"About a thousand years ago, the ancient Rhoynar city-state and the Valyrian Free Fortress started a war. It took about two hundred and fifty years from the first conflict to the total defeat."
Maester Gunther was holding a book and talking to Viserys as he walked.
In fact, it stands to reason that a bachelor is a servant who serves Westeros. The young bachelor was sent by the academy because of Dragonstone. If Dragonstone changes hands, he will serve the next lord.
However, accidents happen to everything.
There are many maesters who followed the nobles and left the fiefdoms in history, and there were even many. For example, the maesters of Storm's End followed Stannis.
This is actually decided by the bachelors themselves. They are nominally bachelors of the city but in fact they have become retainers of the nobles. Sometimes it is just an ideal state for bachelors not to be connected with politics.
To the east of the Upper Rhoyne River, this small town named Varro had just been conquered by the Andalos army.
"It reached its peak in the Second Spice War. Prince Gaelin of the Rhoynar led a quarter of a million Rhoynar to resist tenaciously and once repelled the Valyrian invaders, including two dragons.
Falling, a dragon king fled for his life in panic."
"However, there are more powerful dragons flying from the Free Fortress. They are different from the three dragons that were defeated. They..."
The bachelor paused slightly at this point, looked at the records in the book and was silent for a moment before continuing.
"They were several times larger than the previous dragons, and there were a total of three hundred dragons. Prince Gaelin's army of 250,000 Rhoynar were wiped out in ashes."
"Prince Guerin was imprisoned in a golden cage and hung on the city wall to witness the destruction of his city-state and the captivity of his people into slavery."
"But there are legends behind them. Your Majesty, you can listen to these stories or not."
The maester glanced at the record at the back and then spoke. The two of them walked and talked, and Viserys nodded slightly.
Then the bachelor continued.
"Legend has it that Prince Gaelin cursed the Valyrian people with tears before his death, calling on the Mother River to avenge her people. That night the River Rhoyne suddenly surged with a power rarely seen in history, and an evil fog enveloped Chayorn forever.
, countless Valyrian invaders who could not rest in peace were cursed by Gaelin...that is, greyscale, and died there."
"And this story says that Prince Guerin finally climbed up from the underwater tomb and ruled this sad territory forever in the name of the Shroud King."
This period of history is very long, covering the glory and destruction of the Rhoynar city-state a thousand years ago. Viserys understands the following story, and so does Oberyn.
His ancestors have the blood of the ancient Rhoynar. Nymeria, the legendary female warrior of the Rhoynar, led the ancient Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea to Dorne, and married Oberyn's ancestor.
Morse Martell.
Although the ancient city-state has long been wiped out, there are still many Rhoynar villages and towns living on both sides of the Rhoyne River, which is the mother river for the Rhoynar people.
Viserys sent troops this time to take these villages and towns under his command. Now, after a series of previous conquests, the Rhoynar people near the source of the Mother River, the Upper Rhoyne River, have organized a resistance, and were captured by Viserys here.
The army was defeated in one fell swoop.
"Your Majesty, as the king of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, you should never rely on one race."
"In fact, you should have made such a decision long ago..."
The maester said that he actually agreed with Viserys's idea, not to stick to the Iron Throne and fall into the curse, but to develop himself in the continent of Essos, which has great potential.
If Viserys insists on participating in the rebellion of the Iron Islands, he may not only gain nothing, but may also lose troops and slow down his own development.
"Well, that makes sense."
Viserys nodded.
The two people stepped on the muddy ground. The traces of last night's fight had not been completely cleaned up. Broken and charred houses could still be seen in the town, and there were still blood stains on the walls.
Then the two people came to the door of a relatively intact courtyard, which was Viserys' temporary residence.
The Andals on the Andas plains and the Rhoynar on both sides of the Upper Rhoyne are in a similar situation. Today, both races have lost their former glory.
This large triangular area sandwiched between the three city-states of Norvos, Braavos and Pentos is actually a blank slate of power.
The system of the Free Trade City-state determines that it does not have as strong a territorial desire as the empire system. Viserys seized this opportunity and gradually developed himself in this area where there was no power to gain a foothold.
"So...what to do next?"
Viserys and the Maester stopped talking outside the courtyard door.
Most of the people coming and going around were captured prisoners. One of the captured Rhoynar slaves seemed to have heard the conversation between Viserys and the maester. He raised his head slightly and his eyes flickered, but he didn't.
Find out if he can understand the Common Tongue of Westeros.
Although Common Language was brought to Westeros by the Andals and Rhoynar, it has evolved over time and even sounds like two different languages.
"Go to hell!"
Then when the slave passed by Viserys, he suddenly pounced on him, let out a hoarse roar, and tried to strangle Viserys' neck with the iron chain that bound his hands.
"Um?"
"Oops--"
However, his sudden movement was caught by the corner of the little king's eye, and he quickly dodged away.
Snapped--
Viserys reacted in time, dodged the slave's attack, and at the same time squeezed the slave's wrist tightly with one hand.
With his other hand, he took out the dagger from the guard's waist, placed it directly on the neck of the Rhoynar slave, and then slit the other man's throat with a single stroke.
puff--
Blood spurted out, and the Rhoynar slave looked in disbelief, covering his throat with chained hands, and then the body fell to the ground.
He originally wanted to kidnap Viserys and escape, but he didn't expect that the other party would react so quickly.
"His Majesty!"
The guards around Viserys hadn't even reacted yet. When the slave was dead, the guards' faces were filled with shock and anger.
The rest of the passing Rhoynar slaves knelt down in horror. They were not this man's accomplices, and they were afraid that the little king would implicate them.
The maester witnessed this scene throughout, watching as Viserys took a deep breath, then took a handkerchief from the guard and wiped the blood off his hands.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Viserys shook his head slightly, and then glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
He has suffered so many assassinations of this level that he has even begun to feel numb.