"This fire burned away the usurper's ambition to invade Dragonstone in the next five years."
The old knight standing next to the boy coughed slightly, and then said.
Viserys turned his head slightly and glanced at the little old man standing next to him. He didn't know where the other party's five-year data came from and whether there was any evidence to support it.
But he also understood that by burning down the fire, Dragonstone Island was temporarily safe.
The Usurper War is not over yet. The fat man in Baratheon, oh no, he will be a fat man in the future, and the throne he sits on is not that secure yet.
The Usurper's War took a turn for the worse after the death of his brother Rhaegar. Targaryen never won a single battle, lost one battle after another, and finally lost the Iron Throne.
And now Viserys's fire can be regarded as lighting a bright light in the long night ahead for the Targaryen family, at least slightly boosting the morale that is now extremely low.
However, in fact, this fire has little to do with Viserys.
In fact, his most fundamental purpose was to rely on the advantage of foresight and not want the Dragonstone fleet to be buried in the storm.
So I want the fleet to escape the storm vortex on Dragonstone Island.
However, I didn't expect that the almost bold suggestion given by a child would be adopted by mistake.
Ser Geoffrey finally made the decision to race against the storm and storm Storm's End.
Then, without Stannis even thinking about it, the Targaryen fleet sailed out of the storm.
It caught him off guard and blocked the entire Baratheon fleet in the port, completely burning it down in a fire.
In the future, it is even destined to become one of the most classic cases in the history of Westeros naval battles.
However, Viserys actually only gave a suggestion, which had very little effect. The subsequent command, operations, and raids had nothing to do with him.
He just stood next to the little old man and blew in the sea breeze and got caught in the heavy rain.
Although Viserys took the initiative to stand outside and watch the battle, the old knight didn't know why he didn't drive the troublesome child back.
Instead, he took the initiative to take him with him. Even when the war meeting was held, Viserys stood aside and listened.
...
And at the top of Storm's End Castle.
Stannis held his hands on the cold battlements, his face was tense, his body was straight, and his broad shoulders carried the mountains.
At this time, his whole body was soaked by the rain, and his heart was as cold as the rain.
The young heir to the Iron Throne looked at the fire soaring into the sky at the distant port. He clenched his fists and his fingers actually grabbed a thin layer of stone powder on the cold and hard battlements. His fingers were also scratched unconsciously, and the whiteness of the city bricks was gone.
The marks were stained with blood.
But at this moment, Stannis was completely unaware of the pain.
He only felt that his breathing was slightly rapid, his chest kept rising and falling violently, and then the vision in front of him gradually blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.
Then the world turned upside down.
"grown ups!"
The guards around him exclaimed.
Then he quickly hugged Stannis, preventing him from fainting and falling under the city wall.
Otherwise, if Stannis loses his footing and falls off the hundred-foot-tall wall of Storm's End, it will really end in death.
If the king's brother and the heir to the Iron Throne fell off the city wall and died, it would really become a joke.
"Where is Maester Cressen?"
"quick!"
"Get the maester over here quickly!"
The guards shouted loudly while holding Stannis who had fainted.
Then other soldiers hurriedly ran into the castle to find Maester Cressen, who served the Baratheon family.
...
And at the same time.
On the remote island of Dragonstone.
The outside world is a terrifying scene like the end of the world, with thick dark clouds in the gloomy sky almost pressing down on the ground, and violent winds mixed with heavy rain.
Heavy rain poured down and slapped on this strong castle. The 'giant dragon' on Dragonstone looked up to the sky and roared, seeming to be fighting against this terrible disaster.
As the center of this unprecedented huge storm surge in Westeros, Dragonstone stood high above the rough sea, allowing the terrifying huge waves to hit the cliffs, making a huge roar.
The sky was gloomy and terrifying, and the waves became restless and arrogant.
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the giant dragon standing still amidst the huge waves.
Suddenly the sky and the earth lit up.
Click——
And thunder also sounded.
Rumble——
…
It's like the end of the world outside, but inside the Stone Drum Tower it's heavily guarded.
"quick!"
"Block the water here!"
Almost all the soldiers on Dragonstone Island were concentrated in the castle, and they were in high tension to drain floods and fight disasters.
The former coach of the Red Fort put on his armor again after more than half a year. He held the hilt of his sword with one hand and personally guarded the gate. However, his face looked slightly ugly.
This bad weather aroused the old wounds on his body. The old wounds that were almost penetrated by a sword in the abdomen felt itchy and painful in such thunderstorm weather, as if there were countless ants lying on them to eat, and it was almost unbearable.
As the acting Lord of Dragonstone appointed by Rhaegar, Sir Shad, the illegitimate son from Dorne, also appeared outside the door. He sat side by side next to Sir William, his eyes a little erratic.
Everyone is nervous.
Queen Leila, who was pregnant, finally responded today and hurriedly called for the help of a midwife and several maids. Now Her Majesty the Queen is giving birth in the house.
And inside the house.
The lightning, thunder, wind and rain outside undoubtedly affected the mother's mood.
Her long silver hair was spread on the bed, and Queen Leila's consciousness gradually became blurry.
The woman spread her legs and tried her best to give birth to her child, but not everything in the world will be smooth sailing.
Giving birth is undoubtedly one of the most difficult things a woman can do.
"quick!"
"Stop the bleeding quickly!"
In the room, the inexperienced midwife and the queen's maid were busy helping the queen give birth.
However, at this moment, the blood under the queen's body seemed to be flowing uncontrollably.
In addition, Queen Layla was already a grandmother at an advanced age. Even though Viserys had been urging her to exercise more, the woman's body could no longer withstand such torture.
Finally gave up the resistance.
"Joanna."
The woman's consciousness has been completely blurred, her will has collapsed and she no longer resists, and her chapped lips are lightly reciting the names of the past.
"Bonifer."
"Iris."
Layla seemed to see her whole life before her eyes, and it was being replayed quickly.
"Rhaegar."
"Viserys..."
"My...my children..."
A crystal teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.