Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 159 Sphinx
Daenerys hadn't dreamed in a long time.

So when she realized it was a dream, she immediately became alert.

She heard the thunder gradually fading away.

She found herself in the sept of Dragonstone Castle, wearing the wedding dress she had chosen long ago; she was the bride.

Countless guests were clamoring and crowding around to push a three-headed dragon in front of her. That would be her husband, Viserys.

They smiled at each other, and with the blessing of Brother Baal, they swore their marriage in the church. They swore seven vows, received seven blessings, exchanged seven promises, and then the hymn was sung, and it was time to change cloaks.

But dreams always go in strange directions, and they did not follow the wedding process.

When Viserys had removed the bridal cloak, instead of tying her head with black and red velvet, he placed a crown on her head.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

She recognized it as the crown that belonged to her mother, Queen Leila.

Once upon a time, she and her brother wandered between the free cities. Viserys had to sell the crown in order to survive, and people began to call him the Beggar King.

What bitter and difficult days those were!

When Viserys placed the crown on her head, the excitement in the castle died down.

In a trance, a kind woman appeared before her, lying peacefully on the bed.

Mother?

When she was born, Queen Leila died during childbirth. She had no memory of her mother, but she could feel inexplicable warmth and kindness from her.

But the image of the woman gradually became clear, it was a statue.

It's Denise.

Daenerys realized that it was the stone carving of Daenys that she and her brother had seen in the Targaryen family crypt.

The stone sculpture suddenly opened its eyes and looked in one direction with kindness and compassion.

Daenerys followed Daenerys's gaze and found that she was looking at the three-headed dragon statue carved in the tomb. The three dragon heads in the carving gradually became blurred in her vision.

Daenerys felt strangely uneasy.

Daenerys sensed a breeze and turned her head. The breeze came from the statue of Daenerys, and the statue gradually disappeared.

Daenerys suddenly realized something. She moved closer and pushed open the lid of the black stone coffin after the statue disappeared.

The light of the glass candle is still bright in the dream.

When Daenerys pushed open the coffin lid, she found nothing inside.

At this time, she woke up.

Subconsciously, she looked towards the side of the bed, but there was no one there except her.

There is thunder outside.

Daenerys woke up completely and found herself at Storm's End.

She lived in a room in the lord's tower, while Viserys lived in the lord's room in the tower. After all, they were not officially married yet, so they were still cautious about living together outside.

Tomorrow is the day to set off back to Dragonstone, and the wedding will be soon.

Viserys had said that every one of her dreams was unusual enough to be recorded and shared with him.

She really wanted to share it right now and ask him to help her interpret the wonderful dream, but he was not around at the moment.

It was still raining outside. It had been raining non-stop since arriving at Storm's End. It was said that it had been raining for nearly a month, and the rain had only cleared up during the days when Stannis was away on the expedition. People were reluctant to mention it, but it was easy to find out that on the sunny days, Melisandre, the red-robed woman whom Viserys particularly valued, would perform a "sacrificial" ceremony.

Viserys had told her that this rainy season was unusual in the Stormlands.

After much thought, she decided to go find Viserys. The first half of the dream was beautiful, but the second half made her feel vaguely uneasy for some reason.

In the darkness, two huge golden eyes lit up from the corner of the room.

"Nightfire." Daenerys waved her hand and called Nightfire.

The little dragon made a low humming sound from its throat and flames burst out from its mouth, spraying a mouthful of fire that was neither too big nor too small into the brazier in the center of the room.

Instantly the room became warmer and a little brighter.

Daenerys climbed out of bed and nodded to Nightfire, "It's okay, you can continue to rest."

The little dragon shook its head and looked at Daenerys curiously.

Soon, the guard's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness?"

She responded: "It's okay."

"Yes." The guard outside the door fell silent again.

By the time she was dressed, Viserys was outside the door. "What's wrong, Dany? I hear the sound of Nightfire breathing fire?"

"Well," Daenerys blushed slightly, but only replied, "It was a dream."

"I'm coming in?" Viserys asked in a questioning tone, but he had already walked through the door. He looked quite alert, walked closer to Daenerys, and pointed to the north, "Could it be him again?"

"No." Daenerys hurriedly reassured him and began to repeat to him the dream she had just had.

After hearing this, Viserys was a little confused: "The crown."

Although the first half of Daenerys' dream sounds like a dream of anxiety before marriage - in fact, Viserys is not as calm as he appears, and often worries about unexpected problems at his wedding. After all, at this time, two kings have already suffered misfortunes at weddings. Although Viserys is confident that nothing will go wrong with him, the wedding is a major event in life after all, and it is not a good thing for anyone to have problems, whether it is a guest or a host.

"Honestly, Dany, I wouldn't be surprised if someone gave us Queen Rhaella's crown as a gift at our wedding," Viserys said. "I sold the crown in Myr, and I think it should be in the hands of the Golden Company now." Daenerys looked forward to it: "Will they give it to us as a gift at the wedding?"

Viserys replied, "If your dream is a prophecy, then it is very likely. But then you dreamed of Daenerys opening the sarcophagus and finding nothing inside." Viserys asked curiously, "Have you had any nausea or vomiting recently? Has your appetite changed? Is there anything different about your physical condition?"

Daenerys: "Do you think I'm pregnant?" Her ears were hot and her face was red. Fortunately, the room was dimly lit and no one saw it.

"If it's not pregnancy, then maybe it's some kind of omen. In the dream, Denise led you to see the mural of the three-headed dragon. The mural gradually blurred and the statue disappeared. The empty sarcophagus may mean that the fate of the three-headed dragon, that is, me, has changed."

Viserys realized that something must be happening next to make the three-headed dragon that Daenerys had predicted unclear.

And Viserys knew that the three-headed dragon in the mural predicted by Daenerys was not actually him, but the orthodox prophecy of "a dragon has three heads", which was originally supposed to refer to the three Targaryen descendants.

The three heads of the three-headed dragon looked in different directions, clearly having disagreements with each other.

Although Viserys also has three heads, he is one body, and it is impossible for the three heads to fight with each other and try to move in different directions.

Daenerys asked warily, "What does this mean? Is it dangerous?"

"Don't worry too much. The mural is just blurry, not gone. This indicates that there may be danger."

Viserys said so, but his heart skipped a beat. The blurry murals actually meant to him that the original prophecy of the three-headed dragon had been replaced by Viserys to a greater extent. Perhaps something was about to happen, causing the prophecy of 'the dragon has three heads' to fall completely on him.

Daenerys hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Speaking of which, why did you think I was pregnant at first?"

"Because you didn't see Denise when you opened the sarcophagus in your dream, I subconsciously felt that she, you know, souls do exist in this world. We've seen them in dreams—"

Daenerys suddenly asked, "Does that mean our first child will be a girl?"

Viserys looked over in surprise. "Really?"

Daenerys touched her belly nervously, "I haven't had morning sickness yet, but I've read the information about pregnancy symptoms in Maester's Tower. Calculating the time, it's possible. Not sure. I have to wait a few more days before it won't show up at the wedding, right?"

She became worried.

Viserys felt mixed emotions and was inexplicably confused.

But Daenerys suddenly said, "Daenerys. I. Daenerys is very nice."

"Don't, Dany, don't let your imagination run wild," Viserys interrupted her. He knew what Daenerys was thinking. She was thinking about the heir from the perspective of a queen. "Don't ever forget that queen is not your real identity. You are my wife, Daenerys, one of the most powerful magicians in the world. Don't be bound by any one identity. We have transcended mortals. You have to get used to this way of thinking. Our future will be very, very long. The Centenarian King has only ruled for nearly sixty years, and we will only rule longer. Maybe the time will be so long that our heir will become an eighty-year-old old man with gray hair and lost teeth, and we may still be on the throne."

"Pfft," Daenerys was amused by him, "How old will we be by then?" But then she became worried, "Will I not be able to stay with you that long--"

"No." Viserys interrupted her random thoughts again. "You and I must have confidence. Maester Aemon is over a hundred years old, Brynden is over a hundred and thirty, and Balerion is over two hundred years old. Any of them is still at least eighty years away from now." Viserys exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Too far away. Let's think about the present. Once it's confirmed, come up with a name for her first."

Daenerys put her head against his. "No need to think, of course her name must be Daenerys."

Viserys didn't say it out loud, fearing to put pressure on Daenerys, but he was still thinking about it. Just in case, he had to prepare a boy's name.

The bloodline of Targaryen can be described by a riddle: "The Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddle maker."

In Viserys's understanding, the blood of the Targaryen family is inextricably linked to dragons, and dragons have no gender and can be either male or female.

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"He doesn't trust you, and he won't go to King's Landing for the time being. We will take a boat north and go to the Wall to find an old man to verify his identity. You can rest assured on my side. I suggest you keep quiet, find a way to prove yourself, and don't make any big moves that may cause any accidents. - Griffin."

Varys read the letter with a frown on his face, then threw it into the fire.

The scarlet flames engulfed the letter, leaving only a wisp of smoke rising into the air, and the narrow room fell completely silent.

Varys poured himself a small glass of wine, took a sip, and his brows gradually relaxed.

King's Landing has learned of Stannis's reckless move to send troops, and has also learned of the sudden change in the situation in the Stormlands.

In the past few days, reports of giant dragons patrolling the sky could be heard every day in Blackwater Bay and King's Road. King's Landing was on high alert and summoned all the troops stationed outside the city. It also selected loyal men to send out scouts, disguised as merchants, to monitor any unusual movements in the south.

Varys has already realized that Lord Tywin may leave King's Landing and return to the West at any time.

He originally planned to help keep Tywin there.
Even Varys never expected that the king would be so patient and slow. With his dragon, he only needed a few thousand soldiers to easily capture King's Landing.
But this kind of hesitation actually made it impossible for Lord Tywin to make a decision.
Varys couldn't figure it out.

Are they doing this on purpose, using their own methods to keep the troops from the Western Territory here and waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow?
There's no trust in Varys over there.

Varys had expected this, but he didn't expect the other side to drive Aegon to the northern wall. Why?
Want to take this opportunity to get rid of Aegon?
But Jon Clinton assured him that there was no need to go through so much trouble.
What exactly do they want to do over there?
Varys felt distressed. The plan had changed again and again and was no longer what he had originally expected. In just a few short months, it had become extremely difficult to land safely. How could anyone still want to go further?
He was in distress.

There were footsteps approaching, heavy footsteps.

The other person pushed open the door of his room with his left hand.

The candles in the room began to sway in the wind at the door.

"It's midnight, and the whole city is asleep." Jaime, the new captain of the Kingsguard who had returned from Harrenhal, leaned against Varys' door. "It's time to fulfill your promise, Varys."

Varys showed a bitter face: "My lord, you are really decisive. We just agreed on it this afternoon, and you came here today."

"Knowing my father, I'm afraid he would have dealt with my brother before the fall of King's Landing."

Tyrion has been accused of murdering Joffrey and has been imprisoned in the Red Keep for a long time. His trial was supposed to take place a while ago, but Stannis's departure in the Stormlands shifted people's attention away from the little devil. Later, the situation changed dramatically, and now even King's Landing is in danger. So far, Tyrion has not been formally tried.

But Jaime knew his father's plan and that his brother Tyrion was not in the plan, so he went to Varys for help, hoping to rescue Tyrion. Although Tyrion was accused of killing Joffrey, his own son, he owed Tyrion something, and he didn't feel much sadness about Joffrey's death.

Varys had sensed an opportunity when Jaime asked him to help rescue Tyrion. He had planned to use this clever opportunity to do something big, but now it seems that the opportunity he sensed was not a good one.

"In fact, if you can convince your brother to wear black clothes, I think Lord Tywin will be happy to let Lord Tyrion go to the Wall. Excuse me, Ser Jaime, but even if your brother escapes now, it will be very dangerous. To the east of King's Landing is Dragonstone - I have no news to confirm whether they have blocked the throat. To the south is the Stormlands, and to the west is Tyrell. Oh, sorry, I mean the west is not a safe place either. Lord Tyrell will definitely follow your father's orders to search for his whereabouts."

James narrowed his eyes. "Do you regret it? You said you have no shortage of friends and informants in the Free Cities."

"Given the current situation, Ser Jaime, if Dragonstone blocks the throat, I'm afraid my friend will..."

(End of this chapter)