The sound of soft footsteps came from the corridor outside the house, and a figure walked to the door of a spacious bedroom on the second floor of the tower.
The door of the bedroom was ajar, and the subtle candlelight could be vaguely seen. A small figure was sitting in front of the round table in the bedroom, holding his chin in one hand, and his long silver hair wrapped around his ears, like gems.
The swaying candlelight was reflected in the crystal-clear purple eyes.
He is Viserys Targaryen, the second son of His Majesty Aerys II. He is only seven years old this year.
Viserys, who was naturally active recently, would always stare at the candlelight inexplicably for some reason, and he changed his mind and took the initiative to lock himself in the room and read the book he was most bored with.
This situation has been going on for several days.
The wrinkles on the face of the old maid standing outside the bedroom door were slightly wrinkled, and her hazy eyes were filled with worry.
As an old servant who had served the Targaryen royal family for several generations, she was worried that Viserys might have some mental problem like his father, the Mad King.
After all, 'for every Targaryen born, the gods toss a coin to determine whether he is great or mad.'
However, the old maid's gaze did not wake up Viserys who was in a daze. Half of his handsome face like a girl was immersed in the darkness. He was wearing the prince's gorgeous clothes. He pressed one hand on the heavy parchment book and was reading.
Thinking about his past and present lives.
"His Royal Highness Prince."
The old maid held the edge of the door frame and knocked twice, then spoke softly. Her voice was not loud, but it sounded particularly clear in the quiet Maegor's Tower.
The Targaryen prince trembled like a frightened bird, suddenly woke up, and looked at the maid standing at the edge of the door frame with a pair of light purple eyes in panic.
There was a pause.
Then he remembered that he was this 'His Royal Highness'. After all, there was no one else in this bedroom, and based on the chaotic memory in his brain, this old maid seemed to be named...Sophia.
"What's the matter?"
The figure of the old maid appeared in Viserys' field of vision, then he shook his head slightly, threw all the messy thoughts behind his head, and looked at the other party seriously.
"Her Majesty the Queen is looking for you."
Wearing a dark waiter's outfit and a gray headscarf, seeing His Royal Highness waking up, the maid's wrinkles on her forehead relaxed slightly, and then she spoke.
"Mother?"
Viserys was slightly startled, his heart skipping a beat, but he still pretended to be calm, closed the parchment book in his hand, and slid down from the chair.
Judging from the chaotic memories in his mind, his current mother seems to be named Layla Targaryen. She is a gentle and kind woman who has been working hard to protect Viserys from his insane father.
hurt.
However, Viserys has been trying to avoid meeting his mother. After all, his mother is the closest person to him, and he is afraid of exposing any flaws in any aspect.
So I kept shutting myself in the bedroom and reading, partly to gain more knowledge, and partly to avoid meeting Leila.
But he didn't expect that his mother would suddenly look for him at this moment.
"I see."
Viserys' face was slightly tense, trying his best to show calmness. In fact, his acting skills were impeccable. Almost no one could see the flaws. Even if they did, a seven-year-old boy would not think of other aspects.
go.
Viserys then stood in front of the silver mirror in the bedroom, while the maid stood behind him to help him dress.
You must be polite when meeting the queen, even if Viserys is her biological son, the etiquette of the nobles and the court has almost been engraved in Viserys' memory and even muscles.
Viserys glanced at the maid behind him who was arranging his clothes, and found that everything was the same. Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the silver mirror in front of him.
A black fog gradually spread.
【Viserys Targaryen】
Day sex: 3
Soil: 5
Water-based: 8
Moon sex: 18
These texts are all displayed in ancient High Valyrian.
As the survivors of the Valyrian civilization, the Targaryen family actually does not speak the common language of Westeros as their mother tongue, High Valyrian is.
Every Targaryen is taught Valyrian and Draconic as a child.
These diurnal and lunar properties can also be translated into the sun, soil, water droplets and moon.
But right now...
Everything is business as usual.
Viserys was not surprised at all, because he had discovered this black mist a few days ago.
As long as he stares at any reflective object for three seconds, this dense black mist will appear.
Of course, he has tried more items, mirrors, glass, gems and even daggers will all appear, but the dim stone and wooden table will not appear.
And he has tested many times that other people cannot see this black mist. He is the only one who is a special existence, just like this world full of mysterious power, which is full of indescribable things.
"Maybe this is some kind of... magic too?"
Viserys was puzzled. He had been looking through books in the past few days but could not find the answer.
And he gradually figured out the meaning of these complicated terms, and they reflected Viserys' current physical condition.
The sun represents strength, the earth represents weight, that is, the constitution, the water is soft, representing his agility and flexibility, and the moon represents his will, or a more mysterious spiritual power.
A normal adult male's data should be between 8-10, and he does not rule out that there will be stronger people.
As for why Viserys' current statistics are so weird, it may be related to the fact that he is only seven years old and his body has not yet fully developed.
But agility and flexibility were real. In his memory, Viserys could make several Red Keep guards stomp their feet but couldn't catch him.
"Moon sex...18."
Viserys stared at the silver mirror and blinked slightly.
This is far beyond the capabilities of ordinary people, and may be related to his own specialness. Perhaps he is a unique existence in this world.
However, his super mental strength did give Viserys some preferential treatment, and his memory was unusually good.
He has been hiding in his bedroom reading for the past few days. He doesn't say that he has a photographic memory of a lot of knowledge that needs to be remembered, but after reading it twice, he will remember it deeply in his mind.
And you won’t feel sleepy even if you stay up late.
"Your Highness, is there something on your mind?"
The old maid who was arranging Viserys's clothes had been observing the expression on Prince Targaryen's face. She saw that the boy's lavender eyes were strangely absent-minded when they looked at the silver mirror, as if they were out of focus.
generally.
Then he pursed his lips, looking worried.
"No."
"Thank you for your concern, Sophia."
When Viserys heard what the old maid said, he shook his head slightly and said.
"This seems to be the first time His Highness has said thank you to me..."
The old woman in a turban covered her mouth slightly, looking a little surprised, while Viserys's face stiffened and he opened his mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.
There was silence in His Royal Highness's bedroom.
After a long moment of silence, Viserys collected his emotions and took the initiative to break the silent atmosphere, and the old maid also happened to put away Viserys's clothes.
"So... did mother ever say why she came to me?"
Viserys pretended to be casual, but asked slightly tentatively.
The old maid was silent for a moment. Of course she knew the reason. The Targaryen royal army was defeated and the news of Prince Rhaegar's death had already spread in the Red Keep. Even the whole King's Landing was in panic.
And if nothing happens to the boy in front of him, he will become Viserys Targaryen III in the future.
However.
All this is based on the fact that Targaryen can still hold the Iron Throne, otherwise the fate of Viserys awaits...
It will be extremely cruel.
Viserys looked at the old maid expectantly, hoping to get something out of her mouth first.
But in the end all Viserys expected was disappointment.
The old maid wrapped in a gray turban sighed with wrinkles, then calmly shook her head.