Since Viserys went to Braavos alone, he reached an alliance with Braavos and Dorne, gained the acquiescence of Braavos, and then led the fleet across the Narrow Sea to the homeland of the Andals.
The fleeing Targaryen embers finally escaped the usurper's sword hanging above their heads and found a foothold. Then they gathered the surrounding Andal villages and established a city on this land - Andalos.
And now, in the blink of an eye.
Five years have passed.
...
Under the clear and bright sky, flocks of crows landed on the spiers of the castle's tall tower.
Pulling-
Then the wings of the black feathers vibrated, and the crow raised its beak and pecked its own feathers, then raised its head again, and the scene under the tower was reflected in its scarlet eyes.
This is a flat school ground with a wide horse racing track. Two knights wearing helmets and armor sitting on their horses are facing each other, each arranging their equipment.
On one side was a white horse, and on the other end of the racetrack was a strong black horse, making a slight whistle.
Wow——
The knight riding on the white horse looked a little thinner. His whole body was covered with polished bright silver armor. He was bending down on the horse to adjust his greaves, making a sound of metal friction.
The figure of the black horse knight on the other side looks a bit taller, with his whole body covered in heavy armor.
Tread...
The black horse looked a little anxious and kept honking, while the white horse on the other side was a little excited and restlessly pedaled its hooves.
Both knights held wooden lances used for combat with one hand, but the spear points had been replaced with unbladed ones and polished into a rounded blunt end.
Then both parties were ready, and they remained silent and just made a gesture. Outside the racecourse, a gray-haired old man sitting on a chair saw that the two of them were ready, and coughed violently for a moment, and then
Wave your hand.
"let's start."
Following the order from the gray-haired old man on the sidelines.
The knight on the white horse did not wear a shield, but held the reins with one hand, and then suddenly clamped the horse's belly with his legs.
The white war horse, which had already been eager to try, suddenly rushed out, its snow-colored mane spread out in the wind, shining like an angry lion.
On the other side, the silent black horse knight also urged his horse to rush out at the same command. He held the lance tightly with one hand and raised the buckler tied to his left arm with the other hand.
The area of the racecourse is actually not very large, but it is enough for the two horses to charge at full speed.
Rumble——
The galloping horses' hooves stirred up the dust in the field and made a huge roar. The two knights rushed towards each other.
People borrow horse power, and horses borrow power from people.
On the battlefield, a knight with a man and a horse covered with plate armor sprinted with all his strength like a savage tank, almost indestructible, carrying powerful deterrence and impact.
In the blink of an eye.
The two knights were so close that they could even see each other's eyes through their visors.
The two people's eyes met. The black horse knight saw each other's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Then there was no need to think too much. The two horses were about to cross each other. In almost an instant, the two knights raised their lances high and pointed at each other.
The black horse knight also had a shield tied to his left arm, which he also raised in front of him.
The next second.
boom--
Sawdust flying.
A white horse and a black horse crossed each other and made a huge noise. The lance in the hand of the knight on the white horse broke suddenly at this moment and turned into sawdust all over the sky.
And on the castle.
In front of an open window stood a slim girl. The girl had beautiful long brown hair, fair cheeks, and a pair of eyes as clear as water.
At this moment, she was standing in front of the window watching the jousting competition below. Then she saw this sudden scene and let out a slight exclamation.
"Viserys!"
He subconsciously covered his mouth.
But off the court.
When the two horses crossed each other, the lance in the hand of the knight on the white horse suddenly broke. However, the taller knight riding the black horse was directly knocked off the horse and fell to the ground.
thump--
The tin can fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, and then became unable to move.
The black horse ran forward for more than ten meters before realizing that its owner had fallen off the horse.
Rumble——
The knight on the white horse did not rein in the horse. He held the broken lance with only a wooden pole in one hand and threw it to the ground outside the racecourse.
Then the war horse ran forward for more than ten meters and waited for the inertia of the charge to completely dissipate. Then he tightened the reins and turned the horse's head, turned around the fence from the other side of the race track, and ran back again.
Wow——
The victorious knight dismounted from his horse, his armor making a sound, then he directly pulled off the visor covering his face and took off the helmet on his head.
The clean and handsome face underneath was revealed, and the long silver-gold hair hung down on the cold armor. It was none other than the little king Viserys. Then the young knight bent down and held the helmet with one hand, and stretched out the other
Come with only one hand.
"Bessie."
"How about it?"
The body of the knight lying on the ground was arranged in a "big" shape, his chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily.
Bessie's breastplate was hit with a deep dent, and now his chest is also aching slightly, but fortunately the bones are not broken.
But now he doesn't want to move at all, and he even wants to give up treatment.
The moment when the two horses crossed each other in the joust, the speed was too fast. The joust decided the winner in an instant. Except for the two knights fighting, few people could see clearly what happened.
Bessie raised his lance high and set up his shield at the same time, but Viserys used an unexpected reaction speed and turned slightly sideways to avoid his lance.
At the same time, the lance in Viserys' hand knocked away the shield in his hand, directly hit Bessie's thickest breastplate, and then knocked him to the ground.
It was smashed to pieces.
At this time, Bessie heard the sound of horse hooves in his ears. His big black horse ran back again and was nudging him with its head, as if he was afraid that his master had been thrown to death.
At the same time, Viserys also jumped off the horse and reached out his hand.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty."
Snapped--
Then Bessie held the little king's hand and was pulled up from the ground.
"It's just that the loss was a bit too miserable, and the fall hurt a bit."
Bessie took off the helmet on her head, revealing a slightly dark cheek and dark hair, and smiled bitterly.
At the same time, he just seemed to see Princess Rhaenys also watching the battle, and then raised her head.
However, there was no one at the open window in the castle.