Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 162 Dark Sisters
Daenerys looks east from the narrow window.

The morning fog was hazy over the sea, a bright star disappeared in the gradually brightening sky, and the mist was like a floating mountain floating in the air. A crimson light gradually bloomed in the flowing clouds, and as the sun rose, it turned red, then golden, and finally turned into thousands of rose, gold and red ribbons, stretching endlessly, and finally blown away by the sea breeze.

She seldom watched the sunrise in this room. In the past, she always watched it in the bedroom above the Tuzhuo Hall. But today was the day she officially moved into the Tuzhuo Hall.

After a gentle knock on the door, it opened. Three maids, Missandei, and two noble girls, Alyssa Velaryon and Rhaella Massey, appeared. In addition to these two, there were already many noble children in Viserys's court, and there would soon be a large number of children of Stormland nobles filling in as attendants, cupbearers, and maids. Because these two maids were more tactful and able to keep secrets than other noble girls after several rounds of testing, they were arranged to serve Daenerys.

Three maids came in with hot water for Daenerys to bathe.

"Your Highness," Alessa bowed respectfully to her, "So you are awake now."

Leila and Missandei also followed. After a large number of nobles joined the court, Missandei spoke much less. Although she was still a maid living in the maid's room closest to the king, she knew when to keep a low profile.

Daenerys asked, "It's getting late. How are things going at the breakfast party? Is everything all right with His Majesty?"

The king's wedding will be held at noon in the sept, but before that, the king needs to start socializing in the morning. In comparison, Daenerys will have it much easier. She only needs to dress up in the room, and then, accompanied by the noble women of the narrow sea lords who have finished breakfast, wait until noon to go to the sept for the ceremony.

The king needs to deal with the Stormlands, the Narrow Sea lords, Dorne, and some guests from the Free Cities at the same time. Daenerys prays secretly for her brother.

Missandei undressed her and helped her into the large tub.

They filled the tub with hot water from the kitchen and sprinkled it with scented oils. The girls wrapped a velvet towel around Dany's hair and helped her into the bath. The water was boiling hot, just the temperature Daenerys was used to when she bathed.

She likes this heat.

Missandei washed and brushed her hair carefully, braiding her silvery white hair and untangling the strands silently.

Alessa scrubbed her back and washed her feet, while Leila washed her arms and every finger.

Alessa couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, you must be the most beautiful woman in the world. Even the most beautiful woman in a girl's dream is not as beautiful as you."

Daenerys couldn't help but look at her belly and smiled back: "On this day, I believe what you said. Today I must be the most beautiful and happiest in the world."

She knew from a young age that the man she was going to marry was Viserys. The blood flowing in their bodies was the blood of kings, the golden blood of the ancient Valyrian people, the blood of the proud true dragon.

After the bath, the maids helped her up and dried her body with a velvet towel. The girl combed her hair until it was as shiny as molten silver and rubbed her with various flower essences. Then she put on the finest silk underwear and a dark purple silk robe. Countless small pearls formed various beautiful flowers and were embedded on the robe, which made her violet eyes shine. A red and black ribbon with gold edges representing the Targaryen family was tied around her waist, and there was also a long dark purple ribbon embroidered with sixteen three-headed dragons.

The bride's cape was a translucent, elegant purple-black velvet embroidered with ninety-nine red dragons with gold trim.

The girls put on her gold-rimmed boots, pearl earrings, and golden bracelets with amethysts, and finally a necklace of dragon bone inlaid with gold, with a huge sapphire at its center, and the dragon bone was faintly engraved with the runes of Old Valyria, meaning "Queen."

When Daenerys turned and looked at herself in the silver dressing mirror, she felt a surge of happiness and excitement. From today on, she would officially become Viserys' queen.

She thought of her mother, Queen Rhaella, Aegon's sisters and wives, the virtuous queen of the centenarian king, and Daenerys. Finally, her gradually distracted gaze focused, and she saw the person in the dressing mirror. It was herself, Daenerys Targaryen.

Daenerys's room was in the master bedroom behind the main hall of the castle. From here, she could hear the gift-giving procession into the main hall.

The gifts prepared by the nobles of Dorne were mostly weapons. Some presented a huge dragon bone bow inlaid with various gems; some presented saddles; some presented riding boots; there were also brooches, spurs, lances, long swords, and some even presented ships and horses. It was a pity that Daenerys was not there. She could not imagine what those ordinary-sounding utensils looked like just by listening to the roll calls.

"A glazed, jeweled, coral pedestal from Master of Coin Illyrio."

"Allow me to present you with Queen Rhaella's crown." Daenerys suddenly heard someone speaking loudly, and the main hall outside fell silent for a moment. "Tycho Nestorus from Braavos."

Even though Viserys had informed Daenerys in advance, she still felt excited when it was actually presented to her, even though neither she nor Viserys could understand why the crown sold in Myr ended up in the hands of the Iron Bank. They always thought that the crown should be in the hands of the Golden Company.

"A statue of SkytheFather, from the Hand of the King, Oberyn Martell." Daenerys knew the meaning of this statue of SkytheFather, it represented an oath.

"A model of Dragonstone Castle, from Shireen Baratheon." She had seen the model. It was made by a craftsman she and Shireen had hired at Storm's End. For this gift, Shireen had used all the big gems in the treasury to inlay it. It looked childish and exaggerated. But in any case, this was the most impressive gift Shireen could think of.

"A Valyrian steel scimitar. Arianne Martell of House Martell of Dorne, she represents Prince Doran Martell." Daenerys had seen the knife before, with a dragonbone handle and a black blade with ripples on it. It was a gift from Princess Arianne at the request of Prince Doran. It represented the will of House Martell.

Daenerys knew that her and Viserys's heir would marry a Dornish princess. She had to make this clear to her heir from an early age and there would be no room for regret.

"It's really a magical weapon that never appears in the world."

"First time I've ever seen a scimitar of Valyrian steel!"

"The King's Blade."

According to the procedure, this was the last gift, and noisy sounds were heard in the castle.

Daenerys heard her brother's hearty voice: "I wonder what this knife is called?" Her brother's voice was not loud, but the main hall suddenly became quiet.

But Dany heard no answer.

Suddenly, a strange gurgling voice sounded, interrupting the questioning outside: "Dear guests, please wait a moment. I have a gift. It is for Her Royal Highness Princess Daenerys."

Daenerys heard someone yelling, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

There were faint sounds of screams and panicked running outside.

"A guest at the wedding feast," the strange purring voice said again. "Sire Viserys, please let your bride receive my gift."

"what!"

"rude!"

"Catch him for pretending to be a ghost!"

The guests shouted noisily.

Daenerys heard her brother's voice: "A guest who cannot show his true face?"

Daenerys could tell that this was an uninvited guest. The strange gurgling voice sounded again: "You asked me to protect your child with Daenerys, to give you or Dany a clear indication, and to not speak in riddles. Your Majesty Viserys Targaryen, I think you know who I am."

Dany heard the surprised tone in her brother's voice. "You didn't show up the way I expected."

The purring voice said again, "Please send your bride out to personally accept the gift I have brought."

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There was silence outside the main hall.

Soon, Viserys's captain of guards, Godin, came to the room and knocked on the door. "Your Highness, His Majesty invites you in."

Daenerys had realized who that strange voice belonged to.

Three-Eyed Raven, Lord Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers.

But how is this possible?

Daenerys walked out of the inner passage of the main hall and found that the main hall was full of guests. Everyone in the hall was looking at a man dressed in ancient linen, ragged clothes, with his entire body hidden under the hood of the torn clothes and the pale fish beam wood mask.

The short man was surrounded by many guards in charge of security and stood in the center of the main hall, separated from all the guests by a space, as if he was confronting Viserys sitting on the high throne.

Viserys saw Daenerys coming, stepped down from the throne, stepped forward and held Daenerys' hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you." As he said that, Viserys turned his head to look at the mysterious man in the center of the main hall, and his voice became louder, "What should we call you, Your Excellency?"

The strange man said, "I am just an uninvited guest who came to the wedding and brought you gifts. You don't need to call me by any name." His voice was not like that of a normal human, as if his throat was strangled by something. He turned his head and looked at Daenerys, "Oh, Princess Daenerys Targaryen, congratulations on becoming his queen. Please allow me to offer my blessing for your wedding. I hope that the Targaryen bloodline can multiply and prosper under your union."

Daenerys realized that he was looking at her, but she was not aware of the gaze at all. There seemed to be nothingness and emptiness hidden behind the weirwood mask.

Viserys walked over hand in hand with Daenerys. Some knights and guards wanted to approach the guards, but Viserys stopped them.

The nobles around were looking at this scene in surprise and doubt.

The strange man appeared in the main hall without any invitation, as if he suddenly appeared from the guests. His movements were strange and weird, and his voice was not like that of a normal human being.

Since he appeared in the main hall, there has been an abnormal atmosphere that goes against common sense, which makes people feel uneasy.

Viserys leaned forward. "May I ask what is your gift for Daenerys?"

"Oh, a gift." Daenerys noticed that his 'gaze' was always on her. When she got closer, she actually heard a hint of kindness in his strange voice. "Oh, Daenerys, you are here."

Daenerys stood beside her brother before the strange man. She clasped Viserys's hand tightly. "You asked for me, and here I am."

"Let me offer it to you." The strange man lifted the hood on his head with his hands, which were hidden in his tattered clothes and took off his mask.

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Daenerys could clearly hear everyone in the main hall gasp at the same time.

Because as the strange figure in front of her moved, people were horrified to find that there was nothing under the man's hood and there was also nothing inside the mask.

But his voice continued to speak: "The ancestral sword of the Targaryen family, the Dark Sister. Daenerys, I give it to you, accept it."

Dark Sisters!

This name caused a stir in the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone knows what this name stands for.

The Dark Sister is one of the two ancestral swords of the Targaryen family. It is a very famous Valyrian steel longsword. In known history, this sword has only been wielded by one woman, Visenya Targaryen, the wife of Aegon the Conqueror. This martial queen was the dragon rider of Vhagar and she also founded the Kingsguard.

The last person to possess this sword was Brynden Rivers, the Duke of Bloodraven, who was said to have a thousand and one eyes.

This sword has been missing for nearly a hundred years!

Now, no one would have thought that it would reappear in this way here!

As the strange man finished his last sentence, the strange and eerie voice came to an abrupt end, and the tattered clothes seemed to lose support and fell like a piece of rag in the air.

The rag did not fall directly to the ground, but left a bulge the size of a sword at the place where the man had stood before.

For a moment, there was no time to panic. The main hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the bulge covered by the rag.

Dark Sisters!

Daenerys and Viserys looked at each other, and saw surprise and a hint of confusion on each other's faces, but Viserys recovered faster than her. With a serious expression, he took her clasped hand and reached towards the piece of cloth.

Although they both extended their hands, Viserys did not let Daenerys's hands actually touch the rag, and it looked as if they were both lifting it together, but in fact it was Viserys who was doing the action alone.

And as the rag was lifted up by Viserys.

A slender sword, wrapped in pale fish beam wood and seemingly stuck in place, was revealed in its full glory.

The entire main hall held its breath at this moment.

The hilt of the sword is a cluster of golden flames, and there are flame patterns wrapped in gold on the hilt. The connection with the blade is decorated with two huge rubies wrapped in gold, like scarlet eyes, shining slightly in the morning light. There are black ripples on the blade, showing its sharp edge.

And under the tip of the sword, a fish beam wood mask lay there quietly, motionless.

Dark Sisters
(End of this chapter)