Viserys had already put on a small leather armor custom-made for him, with metal plates wrapped around key parts such as his chest and wrists.
He also held a short sword in his arms, which was also tailor-made according to his height. It looked like a large sewing needle.
Slim, thin, and sharp.
The silver-haired boy stood on a stool, lying on the window sill and watching the naval battle in the distance. The stone bullets coated in kerosene made streaks of light on the dark sea.
The ships that had started a boarding battle were burning with blazing flames, swords were flashing, weapons were clashing and fighting, and the shouts of soldiers from both sides were so loud that they were so far away that Viserys could even vaguely hear them carried by the sea breeze.
Some.
But at this moment.
He didn't know why he was a little upset.
I always feel like something bad is going to happen, but I don't know why.
Perhaps he is waiting for the judgment of fate. Even if he knows the outcome, he still doesn't know whether his arrival will change history.
right...
He has changed history.
Ever since Kevan Lannister died at his hands, the trajectory of the world has begun to change.
He may also regret his original impulse now, and he wonders whether the Lannister, who is known as "all debts must be paid", will launch crazy revenge because of this.
If he had been hiding in the carriage and had no helpers to assist Sir William, perhaps he would have agreed to Kevan's request to stop here.
And he didn't do anything, and they were able to follow the trajectory and escape to Dragonstone.
but...
Will nothing really change if he doesn't do anything?
Viserys watched the longship burning with flames on the sea sink completely into the sea. Countless soldiers from both sides screamed and fell into the sea and struggled to flop about. However, it did not help, and he was slightly in a daze.
He knew very well that everything consists of probabilities.
Maybe even if he did nothing, or even never came, if everything happened again, the trajectory would change differently.
What's more, if he really doesn't do anything, he will be crowned with a financial crown in the future, or die in some other way.
He didn't think that the Baratheon family would let him and his unborn sister go.
However, when he thought about this, he thought that the birth of his sister was destined to take away his mother's life, and his inner irritability became even more intense.
After more than half a year of getting along, he has truly integrated into this world. His mother, Queen Leila, is really kind to him, and he doesn't want to lose his mother.
However, Viserys had no way to ask his mother to abort his sister, or to tell her that the child in your belly was destined to take your life.
He could only try his best to make his mother happy and relieve his inner depression, but Viserys's efforts didn't seem to be very effective.
Even though Queen Leila forced a smile in front of her son, everyone could see the deep sadness in her eyes.
Heart disease is difficult to treat.
The deaths of her husband Aerys and her eldest son Rhaegar have become an indelible pain in Layla's heart.
His silver-gold hair was slightly curled and blown away by the sea breeze. Viserys was lying alone on the windowsill holding his sword.
Then he sighed slowly.
...
And on the other side in Dragonstone Castle.
"Um?"
This subtle noise was particularly clear in the silent corridor, and the eyes of all the mercenaries present were attracted.
"Is there anyone?"
The leader of the Courage Group suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his eyes were filled with fierceness and cruelty.
Slowly he pulled out a dagger from his boot and held it in his hand.
Then he turned his head and glanced at the big man with the ax who came up at the beginning. He was also a little at a loss. He was sure and had just denied that there was someone here, but in an instant he was slapped in the face.
However, the leader of the mercenary group did not care too much about this. Then he leaned against the black stone wall, his shadow swaying slightly, holding a dagger, and cautiously moved towards the dark corner step by step.
If someone is really hiding there, the other party will be in bad luck. Although the main purpose of their trip is to kill the remaining Targaryens, if someone is seeking death, he doesn't mind giving them an extra ride.
A sinister smile appeared on the leader's lips, and the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light.
The figure was getting closer and closer to the dark corner, and he felt that he could even hear the other party's nervous breathing.
And at this time.
"Meow~"
He had already reached the dark corner, but suddenly he heard a tiny cat meowing from the other end of the corner.
"Is it a cat?"
The cruel smile on the leader's face froze, and he was stunned for a moment with the dagger in his hand. The other six mercenaries not far behind him were also slightly stunned, and then breathed a sigh of relief, especially the one carrying a battle ax.
Big man.
It seemed that this was a misunderstanding. There was not a person hiding at that corner, but a little wild cat that strayed in and made a noise.
But now the misunderstanding is cleared.
However, the leader of the mercenary group held the dagger tightly and decided to confirm again out of caution.
Then he pressed his body against the wall and slowly poked his head out, and a bloodshot eye appeared on the other side of the corner of the corridor.
The lights in this corridor are not very bright, and are even a little dim. A torch is lit far away.
And in the vague darkness, a pure black kitten was sitting under a bonsai. With a pair of green eyes, he saw the man's head sticking out and his bloodshot eyes.
Brutal eyes.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
"Meow~"
Once again he let out a confused cry.
"It's a fucking cat."
When the leader of the mercenary group saw this scene, he walked out and cursed.
At the same time, he was slightly relieved in his heart. Their raid this time was very dangerous, and he didn't want to cause trouble.
However, what he didn't see was that beside the little black cat and behind the potted plant, there was a small figure curled up together, trembling nervously.
Princess Rhaenys was naturally beautiful, but her forehead was slightly protruding. When she was about to slip away, she accidentally hit her forehead on the wall and fell down.
At that time, Rhaenys felt that she was really going to die, but luckily Balerion appeared in time.
The little girl hid behind the potted plant and shivered, praying that the other party would not discover her.
And Rhaenys's prayer seemed to be really sensed by the seven gods in the sky. After the leader of the mercenary group once again confirmed that the noise was really made by a cat, he did not really argue with the cat.
Instead, he reflexively returned to other companions.