The sound of steady footsteps in the corridor was clear.
The flames on the dragon's claw torch stand were dancing along the way. As Viserys walked among them, listening to the approaching noise outside, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.
It turned out that he was still not as calm as he seemed.
He originally thought that this rebellion was just a small farce between Sir Shad and a few soldiers, and could be easily suppressed without any effort.
However, Viserys did not expect that it would affect such a large area. It seemed that there were many more soldiers in Dragonstone who had rebel hearts than he imagined.
It turned out that he and his mother had been living in danger before.
I don't know how many eyes looked at the orphaned and widowed mother from behind with deep malice in them.
The people hiding around them all wanted to kill the mother and son to collect the reward.
Even now, when he thinks of these, Viserys still feels a little cold all over his body, and his heartbeat speeds up again.
yes...
The Targaryens are gone, and now Baratheon is the one sitting on the Iron Throne.
How can he ensure that these guards are still loyal to Targaryen and have not wavered in the slightest.
Think about this.
Viserys' palm holding the crossbow was a little tight, but fortunately, that was the end of it this time.
"All these hidden traitors will be fished out and then wiped out completely."
The silver-haired boy let out a slight breath, and then realized that there was some cold sweat in the palm of his hand that was holding the crossbow tightly.
Of course, he is not as calm as he pretends to be on the outside. He is also afraid, afraid of accidents and afraid of death, but he is much better than before when he couldn't even pretend.
The two guards at the front and back protected Viserys as he walked through the corridor of the Stone Drum Tower.
Climb up the stone stairs to the top floor of the main castle, where you will find the Picture Table Hall, which contains a map of the entire Westeros continent.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
Viserys was spotted by two guards outside the main entrance to the Hall of the Table.
They were fully armored, and then they made a fist with one hand and put it on their chests to salute slightly. Viserys didn't say anything more, but just nodded to these two guards who were still loyal to Targaryen.
Then the two guards guarding the door pushed open the heavy brown wooden door of the Picture Table Hall for Viserys.
Squeak...
Two fleet soldiers entered the Picture Table Hall with Viserys.
Click——
Then the door bolt was inserted from the inside of the door, and the cabinet was overturned and used to support it with heavy objects to prevent accidental betrayers from breaking into the picture table hall.
After Viserys entered the Picture Table Hall, he walked directly to the main seat in the middle, which was where his mother, Queen Leila, once sat.
And even further back, there were Aegon I the Conqueror and his two sisters Visenya. Rhaenys was sitting here, with three fire dragons ambitiously overlooking the entire continent of Westeros.
now.
The person sitting in this position was Viserys.
He...King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms...a long list of titles, ending with Viserys III Targaryen.
The silver-haired boy sat on this heavy chair, but he didn't feel cold or hard.
Because the previous owner of the throne, Queen Leila, was pregnant, she naturally could not sit in a too cold place, so this heavy chair had been covered with luxurious and soft animal fur.
Viserys put his hands on the armrests of the main seat, overlooking the huge map table below, which was engraved with a detailed map of Westeros. The entire map table was over fifty feet long, and the widest point was about 100 feet long.
Half, and the narrowest point is less than four feet.
The main seat where Viserys is sitting now is the corresponding location of Dragonstone on the map.
Through careful consideration and design nearly three hundred years ago, the designers finally ensured that the position of this main seat can overlook the entire continent of Westeros.
Viserys's gaze started from Dragonstone and kept jumping to these major cities on the continent of Westeros. He had previously read Aegon I's history of conquest wars at the request of the old maester.
These were the exact routes Aegon I took to conquer Westeros.
In the Battle of the Blackwater River, three giant dragons entered the war at the same time. The dragon flames breathed out burned the grassland. The fire frightened the horses, and the thick smoke made it impossible for the soldiers to see clearly the enemy in front.
This battle directly led to the defeat of the nearly 55,000-strong combined army of King Laurent Lannister of Casterly Rock and King Menn Gardener IX of the Reach.
While Viserys was immersed in history, he even had a faint hallucination before his eyes, as if he had witnessed this unprecedented war with his own eyes.
The noisy sound outside the Tuzhu Hall woke him up.
"Kill the evil dragon's offspring!"
"Kill the Mad King's son!"
The brown wooden door of the Tuxing Hall is being blocked by overturned cabinets and heavy objects, but the shouting of murder outside the door seems to be very close at hand.
Dang Dang Dang——
Everywhere was the sound of weapons clashing, shouts of killing, the sound of swords cutting into flesh, and at the same time the screams of injured soldiers.
It seems that the last two guards guarding the outside of the Tutable Hall have begun to fight with the rebels.
Bang!
Then there was another sound of heavy objects hitting the door, as if a soldier hit the door during a fight. The thick brown wooden door trembled slightly, but fortunately there was a heavy object blocking the door and it was not blocked.
Hit it directly.
Viserys suddenly woke up.
The silver-gold hair hung down on the boy's fair face. One of his elbows was still on the armrest of the main seat, his cheek was supported by his palm, and then he raised his head slightly.
He was awakened by the close call of killing outside, his face turned slightly pale, and the fear that could no longer be concealed finally appeared in his lavender eyes that had been calm before.
The boy closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.
"The enemy...has already reached the door."
"Everyone."
Viserys sat on the throne without standing up, but straightened his thin body slightly.
He really wanted to say something to boost morale.
Now that Viserys is sitting here, there is actually a dead end. Behind the main seat of the Picture Table Hall is a huge rooftop. You can see the entire sea, dozens of yards above the ground. If you jump off, you will definitely die.
There was still a little bit of panic in the boy's voice as he tried to calm down.
But he still held the crossbow in his hand tightly and pointed it in the direction of the main door.
If the enemy really rushes in, he guarantees that the first person to come in will also die.
"Swear to defend His Majesty to the death!"
However, the two loyal soldiers of the Targaryen fleet drew their swords and slapped their shields, standing on both sides of the throne.
The traitor who swore must step over his own body to harm the little king.