Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 33 Strange Dream
As she fell asleep, bad memories that she thought were over came flooding back.

Viserys looked at her grimly.

"You don't want to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon, do you?"

She was adrift on the sea, with thunder and rainstorms above her. She was alone in a small boat, and could be swallowed by the waves at any moment. There was a black dot far in front of her, which seemed quite small because of the distance, but she could still make out that it was an island, with a dragon-shaped castle on the island, and Viserys standing there as tall as a giant. She didn't know how to steer the boat, so she could only let the waves push her there.

".You don't want to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon, do you?"

Viserys swung his hands, his fists storming down on her. His fingers bit her body like snakes, pinching and twisting and twisting. He screamed, "Dragonstone, King's Landing, the Iron Throne, the Seven Kingdoms, all were taken from us, and we will take them back!" He howled wildly, digging his nails into her skin. She was scratched and bleeding, and bright red blood oozed from the scratched skin.

".Awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon, huh?"

She saw the boat approaching the island with the dragon castle. The closer she got, the smaller Viserys's figure became. The punches hitting her body were like a breeze. Did she forget the pain? The storm seemed to subside gradually, and the huge waves became smaller and smaller. She saw a door painted red. "Home." She whispered softly. "That's not home."

".The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon, right?"

"I have family"

She saw half of Viserys's face smiling at her, two sounds coming out of his throat at once.

".Sleeping Dragon"

“Where my family is”

Her shoulders ached as if they were burning. Viserys smiled at her from the front. She got closer, and the island with the dragon castle was in front of her. She mustered up her courage and stood up. Viserys gave her an approving look.

"."

Those vicious words are gone with the wind.

“Home is where the family is.”

The boat needed no steering, and she drew closer and closer, and Viserys opened his arms to her.

"No!"

She heard a voice behind her. She turned around, and behind her was an illusory tall hall. Ethereal ghosts lined the sides of the long hall. They could vaguely be seen wearing the faded clothes of ancient kings, holding pale flaming swords in their hands. Their figures were ethereal, and their hair was silver, gold, and platinum. Their eyes were the colors of opal, amethyst, tourmaline, and emerald.

"No!" they shouted. "No!"

She looked back in confusion, and the ghosts' eyes were full of reproach, looking at her like a little girl who had done something wrong.

The boat needed no steering, she was moving further and further away from them, closer and closer to Viserys.

She felt confused.

At this moment, the boat stopped and rested on the sea. In front of her was her brother Viserys, smiling at her, and behind her was a reproachful look that made her feel confused.

【Did I do something wrong? 】

She asked.

No one gave her an answer.

Darkness enveloped her.

Dots of purple starlight flowed out of her body and were swallowed by the ethereal and deep dark vortex. When she recovered from her daze, she was already outside the dark curtain that she was gradually becoming familiar with.

Her body was burning hot. She lowered her head and saw more sparks on her body. Those places with sparks were emitting burning breath, which penetrated into her skin and flowed into her body through her blood.

"This means that your bloodline is awakening. Don't forget, we are descendants of the true dragon, and there is a raging fire burning in our blood."

That was the last thing she thought of before she fell into nothingness.

She woke up suddenly with a taste of rust in her mouth. She had bitten her lip while dreaming.

She remembered the bizarreness of her dream and thought about it carefully when she woke up.

The reproachful looks from the ghosts left a deep impression on her. [Did I do something wrong?]

she asked herself.

She couldn't understand what that meant?
She sat up from the bed and leaned against the headboard. Outside the window, the night was dark, with stars hanging high in the sky. The sea breeze blew into the room with a salty smell, and the night was as cool as water.

Only then did she realize that the pain in her shoulder, which had tortured her and made her almost unable to sleep before going to bed, seemed to be less severe.

The next day, as Dany walked after lunch to the pavilion where the sound of the surf could be heard, she summoned up the courage to whisper her dream to Viserys. For the first time, she saw a look of panic on Viserys' face that hadn't appeared since the lightning struck him.

But Viserys quickly concealed his panic and said, "Dany, tell me the truth. Did you have those dreams in the past where I treated you cruelly? Were there ghosts?"

"It's the first time I've dreamed of a ghost." Dany answered carefully, "I'm...scared." She was getting braver day by day, but she couldn't help but look away when she said these things. She glanced at Viserys with her peripheral vision, and only added when she saw that Viserys was just listening to her seriously. "I'm afraid of you. I don't know why, the first few times it was...suddenly, the fear in my heart surged up like the tide at the sea in the morning, but after the dream, it disappeared like the ebb tide at dusk the next day."

"Oh." Dany saw an unprecedented heaviness on Viserys' face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said, "Oh."

Dany couldn't help but feel flustered: "What's wrong?"

"We're tired from walking." He suddenly said, "Let's just sit here and rest for a while, okay?"

Viserys sat down beside the pavilion with an expressionless face. He looked towards the Narrow Sea, gazed far into the distance of the sea horizon, and fell into deep thought.

Viserys had thought that the coming of the Red Comet would be his chance, but now it seemed that it might be his doom.

Thinking back, were the purple dust swallowed by him through his dreams really dragon souls? Were they really just dragon souls?

Are those "non-me" parts of Daenerys' dreams really brought to her by the remnant dragon soul, rather than the magic hidden in the Targaryen blood?
He knew that in the book, when Daenerys was cursed by the witch with black magic, a similar description appeared in Daenerys's dream - the ghosts of ancient kings.

That was the moment when Daenerys was about to become the Mother of Dragons. Unlike the sloppy portrayal in the TV series, in the original book, Daenerys had a dream like a Kristen Stewart story. Since then, Daenerys, who had woken up, has been in a mysterious state. She vaguely relied on some mysterious power to perform a ceremony that seemed like a magical sacrifice. Driven by this mysterious power, Daenerys threw herself into the flames and eventually hatched three dragons.

Were the ghosts that appeared in her dreams just hallucinations? Were they dead things? Were they magical illusions triggered by her awakening magic power?
Or is it because of the low magic power that he has to sleep in the magic projection cast by a mysterious being through his blood?

Viserys had to make such an assumption: if this magical power was rooted in blood and was based on the connection between blood and a mysterious being, then when he entered the body of the last Targaryen to devour his soul and memories and occupy his body, did that mysterious being know about it?
Did that mysterious being know when he gained power by entering Daenerys' dreams and swallowed the purple dust?

Is his behavior destroying the original arrangement of that mysterious existence?

The answer is already obvious.

Viserys had suspected that Daenerys had the "god's gaze" - if it was a god. But because nothing happened, he felt that the risk was not great, and thought that He seemed to condone his behavior, or that He was unaware of it.

Now it seems that He is not acquiescing or unaware, but is simply unable to interfere in reality.

The mercy of the goddess Hylia made Viserys take it lightly in the world of ice and fire.

He was clearly trying to frantically suggest that Daenerys stay away from Viserys, but for some reason, his wishes could not be fulfilled. The purple dust that Viserys swallowed must have influenced him and Daenerys to have a mystical connection to some extent.

To be honest, until just now, Viserys was still complacent because he let Dany touch two dragon bones containing dragon souls yesterday and successfully activated two magic powers.

In his expectation, he could take his time to collect dragon souls, because there was still a lot of time before the red comet arrived. Even if there were only a few dragon bones containing dragon souls, one tenth, one twentieth, or even one percent, even if only one out of a hundred dragon bones could be used, he would not be impatient.

But now it seems that he can no longer sit back and relax.

From the moment he came into this world as Viserys, he had unknowingly made enemies for himself.

Is reconciliation possible?
Viserys wanted to laugh when the thought occurred to him.

Not to mention that there is no place to reconcile now. If he wants to become a dragon, he can't do without Daenerys. Will the other party be willing to hand over Daenerys to him?

There was a long silence, and Dany felt uneasy because she couldn't confirm Viserys's emotions. She couldn't help but boldly ask, "What are you thinking about? What's wrong?"

". Dany," Viserys heard her uneasy question, he turned his head and said seriously, "The road ahead will be difficult, full of dangers and thorns. Are you willing to come with me?"

She didn't understand, but she could tell there was something else behind it: "What?"

"It's all right. Give me your hand." Viserys took her hand. "Come on, keep going."

(End of this chapter)