Chapter 1 Viserys

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Footsteps came from the corridor outside the door, and a figure walked to the door of a spacious bedroom on the second floor of the tower.

The door of the bedroom was hidden, and the faint candlelight could be seen from it. A small figure was sitting in front of the round table in the bedroom, with one hand supporting his cheek, and his long silver hair wrapped around his ears, like a jewel. The flickering candle flame was reflected in the crystal-like purple eyes.

He was Viserys Targaryen, the second son of His Majesty Aerys II, and was only seven years old this year.

Viserys, who was naturally restless recently, didn't know why he always stared at the candlelight in a daze for no reason, and changed his normal behavior and took the initiative to lock himself in the room to read the book he used to hate the most.

This has been going on for several days.

The wrinkles on the face of the old maid standing outside the bedroom door were slightly piled up, and worry was wiped from her dim yellow eyes.

As an old servant who had served the Targaryen royals for generations, she was worried that Viserys might have the same mental problems as his father, the Mad King.

After all 'For every Targaryen born, the gods toss a coin and decide whether he is great or crazy. ’

However, the eyes of the old maid did not wake up Viserys, who was in a daze. Half of his handsome face like a girl was immersed in the darkness. He was wearing the gorgeous costume of a prince, and he pressed one hand on the heavy parchment book. Thinking about his past and present.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

The old maid knocked on the edge of the door frame twice, and said softly. Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet Maegor House.

And the prince of Targaryen shivered like a frightened bird, suddenly woke up, a pair of light purple eyes looked at the maid standing on the edge of the door frame with a little panic.

Pause for a second.

Then he remembered that he was this 'His Royal Highness'. After all, there was no one else in this bedroom, and this old maid seemed to be called... Sophia according to the confused memory in her brain.

"Is something wrong?"

The figure of the old maid appeared in Viserys' field of vision, and then shook his head slightly, throwing all the messy thoughts just now behind his head, and looked at the other party seriously.

"Your Majesty the Queen is looking for you."

Wearing a dark waiter uniform and a gray turban on her head, she saw that His Royal Highness the prince was awake, and the wrinkles on the maid's forehead stretched slightly, and then said.

"Mother?"

Viserys froze slightly, his heart skipped a beat, but he closed the parchment book in his hand with a pretense of calmness, and slid off the chair.

Or according to the chaotic memory in his head, his mother now seems to be named Layla Targaryen, a gentle and kind woman who has been working hard to protect Viserys from his insane father. hurt.

However, Viserys has been avoiding meeting his mother as much as possible. After all, her mother is the closest person, and he is afraid of showing any flaws in any aspect.

So I kept myself locked in the bedroom and read, on the one hand, to gain more knowledge, and on the other hand, to avoid meeting Layla.

But he did not expect that his mother would suddenly look for him at this time.

"I understand."

Viserys' face was slightly tense, and he tried his best to show his composure. In fact, his acting skills were impeccable. Almost no one could see the flaws. Even if they did, a seven-year-old boy would not think of other aspects. go.

Then Viserys stood in front of the silver mirror in the bedroom, while the maid stood behind him and dressed him.

Meeting the queen must be polite, even if Viserys is her biological son, the etiquette of the nobles and the court has almost been engraved in Viserys' memory and even his muscles.

Viserys glanced at the maid behind him who was arranging his clothes, realizing that everything was the same, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the silver mirror in front of him.

A cloud of black mist gradually spread out.

【Viserys Targaryen】

Strength: 3

Constitution: 5

Agility: 8

Spirit: 18

The writings are all displayed in the quaint High Valyrian language.

As the survivors of the Valyrian civilization, the Targaryen family is actually not their native language in Westeros, but the higher Valyrian language.

Every Targaryen was taught Valyrian and Draconic as children.

These force-sensing spirits are interpreted in the Common Language of Westeros, and in Valyrian they are translated as sun, soil, drop, and moon.

But before...

Business as usual.

Viserys was not surprised, because he had spotted the black fog a few days earlier.

As long as his eyes are fixed on any reflective object for three seconds, this dense black fog will appear.

Of course, he has tried more items, mirrors, glass, gems and even daggers can appear, but the stone and wooden table with dim light will not appear.

And he has also tested many times that other people can't see this black fog, only he is a special existence, just like this world full of mysterious power, full of indescribable.

"Maybe it's some kind of magic too?"

Viserys was puzzled, and he read books for the past few days but couldn't find the answer.

And he gradually figured out the meaning of these complicated nouns, and annotated them in common language.

What they reflected was the current physical condition of Viserys.

The sun represents power.

The soil represents the thickness, that is, the physique.

The water is the most flexible, representing his agility and flexibility.

The moon represents his will, or more mysterious spiritual power.

A normal adult male data should be between 10-12, of course, he does not rule out that there will be stronger people.

"Spirit.18."

Viserys stared at the silver mirror and blinked slightly.

This is far beyond the ability of ordinary people, and it may be related to his own specialness. Maybe he is a unique existence in this world.

However, his super mental strength did give Viserys some preferential treatment, and his memory was different from ordinary people's excellent.

He has been hiding in the bedroom and reading books these days. He doesn't say that he never forgets a lot of knowledge that needs to be remembered, but after reading it twice, it will be deeply remembered in his mind.

And stay up late without feeling sleepy.

"Your Highness, is there something on your mind?"

And the old maid, who was tidying up Viserys' clothes, had been observing the expression on Prince Targaryen's face. She saw that the boy's lavender eyes were strangely absent when looking at the silver mirror, as if the focus was lost.

Then he pursed his lips, looking worried.

"No."

"Thank you for your concern, Sophia."

When Viserys heard the old maid's words, he shook his head slightly and said.

"This seems to be the first time Your Highness has said thank you to me."

The old woman in the hood covered her mouth slightly, looking a little surprised, while the expression on Viserys' face stiffened and she opened her mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.

The bedroom of His Royal Highness fell silent.

After being silent for a while, Viserys packed up his emotions and took the initiative to break the silent atmosphere, and the old maid also packed up Viserys' clothes.

"Then... did my mother say that she was looking for me for something?"

Viserys pretended to be casual, but asked slightly tentatively.

The old maid was silent for a while. Of course, she knew the reason. The Targaryen royal army was defeated and the news of Prince Rhaegar's death had already spread in the Red Fort, and even the entire King's Landing was panicking.

And the boy in front of him, if nothing else, will become Viserys Targaryen III in the future.

However.

This is all based on the fact that Targaryen can still hold the Iron Throne, otherwise the fate of Viserys awaits.

would be extremely cruel.

Viserys looked at the old maid expectantly, hoping to get a few words out of her mouth first.

But in the end, all Viserys expected was disappointment.

The old maid wrapped in a gray turban sighed with wrinkles, and then shook her head calmly.

"No."