The black plush cloak fluttered in the wind, and the slightly curly hair swept across the lavender eyes.
This is halfway up the sunny side of the active volcano on Dragonstone Island. Because it is the summer of June and July, the temperature on Dragonstone Island is also very high. Queen Leila's body cannot be preserved, so there is no way to wait until the Wei Dynasty.
Siris returns.
As the acting city lord of Dragonstone and the appointed steward of Prince Rhaegar, Duke of Dragonstone, the illegitimate son from Dorne led the people on the island to hold a funeral for Queen Leila.
This queen, whose life was full of twists and turns, was buried here.
"Mother's nature is cheerful and lively. She should be accompanied by sunshine, breeze and white clouds."
Viserys stood at the front and spoke in an abrupt voice, which was carried far away by the wind.
But... there is billowing white smoke above Queen Leila's tombstone.
"Fire and blood" is the motto of the Targaryen family. As a Targaryen, it is not surprising that Queen Layla would choose fire as her neighbor after death, so Viserys has no objection to the place where his mother is buried.
Viserys stood at the forefront, and there were many guards surrounding him. Ser Shad, the acting city lord of Dragonstone, stood behind him.
His head was wrapped in a yellow scarf, and there were some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then he squinted his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper.
Sir Shad looked at Viserys's back, slightly lost in thought.
The instructor standing next to him noticed this keenly, frowned slightly, and looked at the other person deeply.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at Queen Leila's tombstone again.
Viserys didn't say much in front of the tombstone. He just sat quietly for a while and then stood up.
He acted even calmer than when he just heard the news. There was no excitement, only the sadness hidden in his heart.
"let's go."
The silver-haired boy's voice was calm and he tilted his head slightly. Under the light of the torch, half of Viserys's handsome face was illuminated by the firelight, while the other half was immersed in darkness and could not see clearly. Only a pair of eyes were exceptionally bright.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guards heard Viserys' words and quickly agreed.
And their title was changed from 'Your Highness' to 'Your Majesty' at some unknown time.
But Viserys didn't care at all about this. He had no title but no rights. There was no difference whether he was a prince or a king.
He doesn't care about a false reputation.
Even if possible, he would rather take off these titles and become an ordinary person, but reality does not allow him to do so.
Even if he gives up the title of king, as long as his surname is Targaryen and the hot blood of the 'Dragon Kings' flows through his body, the Baratheon family will never let him go.
Viserys couldn't escape, and escaping wouldn't even buy him a decent death.
Therefore, he can only bravely fight against the opponent, using swords, fists, even if it means biting with teeth, he must continue to fight in exchange for a chance to survive and a place where he can gain a foothold.
"Viserys."
At this moment, the coach who had been standing behind him silently spoke very abruptly.
"There is something..."
William Darry suddenly spoke, forgetting that he should now address Viserys as Your Majesty.
The acting city lord of Dragonstone Island didn't know why his throat rolled slightly, and he seemed to swallow a mouthful of spit, and then stretched his palms to his waist.
Some of the guards holding torches high in the air exchanged glances with each other silently, and they all seemed to see the tension in each other's eyes.
When Viserys heard the instructor's voice, he turned his head slightly and looked at him.
The long silver-gold hair was slightly curled around the forehead and spread by the wind.
Then, looking at the other person's hesitation, he raised his hand and interrupted what the instructor wanted to say next.
"I know what you're talking about, Sir."
Viserys interrupted the master.
"I'm tired now."
"We can talk tomorrow."
The instructor was about to say something but was blocked by Viserys. He choked slightly, but the master and apprentice looked at each other, and he saw a different color in the boy's lavender eyes.
Viserys said he knew?
But how did he know that he had just come back?
"Is it?"
The middle-aged coach frowned slightly, but after careful consideration in his heart, he finally decided not to continue talking.
He and Viserys had just looked at each other, and he trusted Viserys's own judgment.
On the other side, several of the guards and Sir Shad breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts that had just been hanging were finally relieved.
They didn't know what the former Red Keep coach wanted to say to Viserys, or whether this man had discovered their plan, but now was not a good time to launch the plan.
In the small-scale battle, William Darry's swordsmanship was the biggest obstacle to their plan this time.
The master of the Red Keep is overshadowed by his brother as a member of the Kingsguard, but William Darry's swordsmanship cannot be underestimated.
His brother, Jon Darry, the former Kingsguard of Aerys II, may not be able to benefit from his hands.
And for such a knight who can fight on horseback and down, even if his old injuries keep recurring and he is somewhat frail and sick, he is still not something they and the others can deal with.
What's more, there are more people from the other side here now.
Afterwards, a group of people with different intentions walked down the active volcano and returned to Dragonstone Castle.
Viserys was already a little tired. He had not slept a wink all day on the ship, until now at midnight.
But the silver-haired boy still insisted on taking a look at his sister, Daenerys Targaryen, who was being cared for by a wet nurse he found from nowhere.
The girl who will be famous in the future.
Viserys came to the wet nurse's room. This was a woman born and raised on Dragonstone Island. She just gave birth to a child not long ago. Now that she had milk, she was found by the guards of Dragonstone Island to feed Princess Daenerys.
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The silver-haired boy stood in front of the small crib, forcing his tired energy to look at the little baby girl lying in the soft swaddling clothes seriously.
A touch of short silver hair, a small face that looks wrinkled and not cute, and a pair of big bright eyes.
The two looked at each other.
She saw Viserys, then she giggled for some reason, and reached out her hand to grab the 'little adult' in front of her.
When Viserys saw Daenerys' smile, the fatigue on his face relaxed a lot.
He raised his hand slightly and held his sister's little hand.