Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 462 Westeros - Travel Plans

The jujube trees in Dorne's courtyard swayed gently in the warm breeze, casting dappled shadows.

Euron stood in the shadows of the corridor, watching his two sons practice with twin swords—Daren's moves were beginning to show the beginnings of fluid and graceful movements, while Caesar's every move still carried an indomitable and fierce spirit.

"We'll set off in three days."

Youlun spoke these words softly, yet they silenced the entire courtyard instantly.

Ashara's fingers, which were instructing Renis on embroidery, paused slightly; Ilya closed the book of poems in her hands, the pages sighing softly; even the most lively Arianne put down the pomegranate she was peeling, the bright red juice staining her fingertips.

This time, there was no attempt to retain them, no questioning.

Euron's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and he smiled, "This time, we'll travel together."

The children's eyes lit up instantly, and even the most composed Alexander couldn't help but take a step forward. The women exchanged glances; since they couldn't hold onto this heart that forever yearned for distant places, they might as well travel with him.

In the days that followed, Yangji City was like a beehive being gently stirred.

The maids busied themselves packing, Asara personally tallied the supplies for the journey, Ilya carefully packed books and maps, and even the most carefree Arianne began to seriously select the weapons to accompany them.

Prince Doran sent a caravan of Dornish horses, their snorting hooves making a crisp sound on the courtyard's flagstones. The Dornish knights who were to escort them wore light chainmail, their cloaks bearing the Martell family's golden lance piercing the sun emblem.

Euron stroked Daeron's hair, gazing north. "I cannot take you to see the waves of Qarth, but I can show you the wonders of Westeros."

"Is it the Wall?" Caesar asked impatiently, his small hands gripping his training swords tightly.

Euron nodded, his gaze seemingly traversing the red mountains of Dorne, crossing the plains of the Riverlands, and reaching the eternally frozen land: "It's an ice wall higher than the sky, standing for eight thousand years, guarding the kingdom's borders. I've always wanted to see it, and now is the perfect time."

The morning light was just right on the day we set off.

The caravan stretched out in a long line outside Yangji City, the horses trotting restlessly and puffing out white mist. Children pressed against the carriage windows, bidding farewell to the familiar courtyard.

Ashara gently straightened Daren's collar, Elijah draped a cloak over Alexander to keep him warm, and Arianne deftly inspected the saddles of each horse.

Euron rode at the head of the black warhorse, a smile on his face. He knew that this time, he was not sailing alone; the caravan behind him carried his most precious attachments to this land.

Under the blazing Dorne sun, the caravan moved slowly through the red dunes, like a string of pearls adorning an endless brocade.

Ashara, Elijah, Arianne, Victoria, and Princess Rhaenys sat in a sunshade carriage, the curtains fluttering in the breeze; three boys rode gentle Dornish ponies, laughing and playing among the procession; dozens of Dornish guards, clad in light armor, their bronze skin glowing with a honey-like luster in the sunlight.

As they set up camp at dusk, a campfire was lit among the sand dunes. Euron took out a yellowed sheepskin map, and the children immediately gathered around, peering out curiously.

Euron spread out the map of Westeros, the edges of the parchment trembling gently in the evening breeze. Four children—Rhaenys,

Caesar, Alexander, and Daeron sat around him, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Euron traced the map with his finger, marking the place he was going to.

"Our destination is the Wall," Euron said slowly in a low voice, "but this is not a forced march, not a conquest, but a journey, a trip that will allow you to truly understand this continent."

His fingertips lightly tapped across various corners of the map, each pause like a story about to unfold: "First, we'll go to Starfall City—the home of the Dane family." A gentle glint appeared in Asara's eyes, as if she could already see the white castle standing on the cliff and hear the familiar sound of the waves from her childhood.

Alexander raised his hand and answered quickly, "I know, I know! That's where my mother was born. A star fell there, and my uncle Arthur Dayne's greatsword, Dawn, was made of star iron."

Asara smiled and hugged Alexander tightly: "You're absolutely right!"

Euron continued, "The next stop is Oldtown, the territory ruled by House Hightower of Sky Tower, one of the oldest and proudest noble families in Westeros. The Citadel there has the largest library in Westeros, the home of maesters, from which maesters from all the Seven Kingdoms have come."

"Walk along the Rose Garden to Highgarden, and stroll through the Tyrell family's rose garden—the most beautiful garden in Westeros, as they say—and let your mothers experience the romance of their dresses being permeated with the fragrance of roses."

Arianne raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "I'd like to see if it's really more beautiful than Dorne's Water Gardens."

"Go to the Westerlands and see how Casterly Rock was carved out of the rock. Also, let me introduce you to a friend of my father's, that little devil of the Lannisters. His wisdom is more impressive than his stature."

"The Iron Islands, that's your father's home, the place where our Greyjoy bloodline began. Let me show you the birthplace of countless seafaring heroes, and let you hear how the true Ironborn sing in the storms," ​​Euron laughed. "We've just completed a glorious expedition to the East, and the islands are piled high with gold, dragons, and jewels. I imagine they've been hosting parties every day!"

"Harrenhal, my nominal fief. Although your father was not a very good duke, you should at least see the roots of our family in Westeros."

"King's Landing, I'm definitely going this time. If King Robert knew that my old friend had returned to Westeros without me seeing him, he would surely ride me all the way to the Wall. I also want to show you King Robert under the crown of the stag and see what the Iron Throne looks like."

"In the North, we're going to see House Stark, whose motto is 'Winter is Coming,' and their Winterfell. We'll also introduce you to some friends."

"Finally," his fingertips finally landed on the long white line at the northernmost point, "we'll go to the Wall, stand on the edge of the world, and feel the desolation that has protected the kingdom for eight thousand years."

Euron smiled and nodded: "Sir Arthur will be waiting for us there. The commander of the Night's Watch's rangers will personally tell us the stories beyond the Wall."

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This is not a simple trip, but a carefully designed study tour, a coming-of-age ceremony that allows children to learn about the world through firsthand sights and sounds.

The campfire crackled and shone, illuminating everyone's faces.

A long journey is about to begin, a vivid lesson in the geography of the kingdom. On this starlit night in Dorne, the vast lands of Westeros are slowly unfolding in the children's hopeful eyes.

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