The following morning.
The bright sunlight penetrated through the window, illuminating the elegantly styled bedroom. The candle by the bed had long since extinguished, and the exquisite light-colored curtains were swaying in the wind.
A soft bed, large enough to accommodate three or four adults, was placed in the center of the room. Golden curtains hung down, and the emblem of the three-headed dragon was hung on the wall above the bed.
Now, the sun had risen.
Viserys was sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning up one by one, feeling refreshed, and even his mind was much clearer.
"Indeed, one should not suppress one's desires too much."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of about human instincts."
Viserys shook his head.
The Dornish girl with olive skin was still sleeping soundly on the soft bed.
After a night of tossing and turning, Arianne was somewhat exhausted, and she didn't even notice how indecent her sleeping posture was.
Viserys turned his head to look at Arianne, who was still sleeping soundly.
The girl's legs were wrapped around the blanket, just like she had wrapped around Viserys the night before, revealing half of her full chest. She was sleeping very deeply. Viserys saw this and shook his head slightly, then arranged the blanket for Arianne.
Then he leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead.
As he kissed, Viserys' silver-gold hair fell on the girl's cheek, seemingly affecting the sleeping Arianne, causing her to sniff slightly.
"Rest well, Arianne."
Then Viserys stood up, picked up his coat from the chair, put it on, and strode out of the room.
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
The servants passing by in the palace corridor saw Viserys and quickly bowed slightly in salute.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom.
As soon as Viserys left the room, Arianne slowly opened her eyes.
Then she raised her hand, her fingers gently touching the place where her lover had just kissed her.
Arianne had actually woken up when Viserys was getting dressed, but the girl's little mind was stirring, wanting to see what kind of attitude Viserys would have towards her behind her back.
Then a satisfied smile appeared on her face, and her delicate body wrapped in the soft blanket curled up.
...
Soon.
Another half a month passed in a hurry.
News about Westeros also gradually reached Pentos.
However, these news only indicated that there was a wildling uprising in the bitter cold lands north of the Wall.
Viserys sat in his study, looking at the intelligence in his hand and fell into thought.
The King Beyond the Wall had organized hundreds of tribes, adding up to hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children, from old men to children, marching towards the Wall, preparing to launch an attack on the Seven Kingdoms.
And the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, the protectors of all Westeros, King Robert Baratheon I, personally led the combined armies of the Stag, the Fish, the Eagle, the Lion, and the Rose families to the North.
To assist the North in resisting the challenge of the wildlings, even the Dornish symbolically sent a force to respond to the king's call.
This is the official reason.
The major nobles are still keeping the news of the White Walkers' resurrection strictly confidential, not leaking it out for fear of causing panic, which would lead to irreversible consequences.
And ever since Viserys received the letter from Maester Aemon, he has been closely watching the
development of the situation in Westeros.
Now it seems that before the real arrival of the White Walkers, Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall, is going to have a head-on battle with the king of the Seven Kingdoms at the Wall.
However, about the outcome of this battle...
Viserys felt there was no suspense.
Although the Free Folk Kingdom claimed to have hundreds of thousands of wildlings, Viserys knew that there was a lot of exaggeration in this, because all the wildlings were soldiers, with men, women, and children all mixed in.
And the weapons and equipment of the wildlings were extremely scarce, even most of these hundreds of thousands of wildlings could only use weapons like wooden clubs and stone axes, not to mention armor, only a few adult male wildlings might be able to get a helmet, or some kind of arm guard.
Their command structure was chaotic, they had not undergone training, and could only rely on their courage. Even taking down the Night's Watch, which had less than a thousand men, was a bit of a struggle, let alone Robert Baratheon, who had assembled the armies of the Seven Kingdoms.
If Robert were to be defeated by the wildlings, he might as well not return to King's Landing at all, and just commit suicide on the way.
What Viserys was thinking about was another problem.
"It seems that among the commanders of this alliance, Eddard Stark, Jeor Mormont, Robert Baratheon..."
Viserys heard that Stannis Baratheon, the Lord of Dragonstone, who had nothing better to do, was also going to the Wall.
"Without someone like Jon Snow among these people, they probably won't let the wildlings into the Wall."
The wildlings beyond the Wall were lawless, even unwilling to submit to royal power, and did not engage in production, living by burning, killing, and looting.
If they were allowed into the Wall, it would inevitably cause a great shock to the stable order of the Seven Kingdoms, and even leave a legacy for a thousand years.
"And if they don't let these wildlings into the Wall..."
"Then when the real White Walkers arrive, they will become an army of hundreds of thousands of dead."
Viserys sat at his desk, the breeze blowing through the window screen, the bright sunlight outside was warm, he was interested in thinking that this time the Night King's army might be even stronger than in the original trajectory.
However, correspondingly, the strength of the human alliance is also stronger than in the original trajectory.
This is a Seven Kingdoms that has not yet split, the brave and warlike Robert Baratheon, who once took the Iron Throne on horseback, is not dead yet, including Eddard Stark, Stannis, and other famous commanders gathered together.
This time, will it be the army of the dead that wins, or will humans defeat evil and drive the White Walkers back to the Land of Always Winter?
For the time being, Viserys hopes to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, quietly waiting for the changes to see if they will be as he expects.
After all, he is still on the other side of the Narrow Sea, the Iron Throne has changed hands and is no longer firmly held by the Targaryen family, whoever sits on the throne has to take responsibility.
Now that the Baratheon family, in alliance with the wolf, fish, eagle, and lion families, has taken the Iron Throne, no one can say that saving the Seven Kingdoms and all mankind is his duty and responsibility.
Viserys can watch with cold eyes without any psychological burden.
And... can the army of
the dead swim?
However, having said that, Viserys also doesn't want a Westeros where humanity has been wiped out.
Although it sounds like a joke now.
But if Westeros is really occupied by the army of the dead, and the cold winds of the Land of Always Winter even blow to Dorne.
At that time, who knows if these uncontrollable armies of the dead could swim across the Narrow Sea?
At this moment.
Bang--
The door to Viserys' study was pushed open, and a figure hurried in.
"Your Majesty!"
"Urgent news!"