Chapter 475: Mind Control

On the borders of Dorne, it seemed that with the princess's betrothal drawing near, and Viserys's coronation ceremony now past, the wedding between him and the Princess of Dorne was the next event to unfold.

The fierce border skirmishes had dwindled into scattered conflicts. Dorne, in preparation for Arianne's wedding, had temporarily halted its assault on the North, retreating once more. The Riverlands and Stormlands, too, breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing the savage and resilient enemy to the south, Dorne might not be wealthy, but history often required the Stormlands and Riverlands to join hands to halt this mad dog's biting.

Westeros, mired in prolonged chaos, had finally entered a brief period of peace, and now the entire world held its breath.

They awaited the newly crowned Viserys I's next move, uncertain of the direction he would lead the troubled Westeros.

In King's Landing, Viserys, the focus of countless eyes in this era, had a strange dream the night after Bran had placed the branch sent by the Three-Eyed Raven in the Red Keep.

He dreamed of the world as it once was, saw familiar kin, but strangely, he remained lucid within the dream.

When he looked into a mirror out of curiosity, he saw a face all too familiar.

Viserys awoke.

But when he opened his eyes, he was still in his familiar room, with its high ceiling, soft feather bed, and a beautiful woman, belly swollen with his child, lying quietly beside him.

Viserys's emotions were complex. He sighed, then gently kissed Arianne and left the bedside.

The time had come. As his gaze fell on the silvered bronze mirror in the king's chamber, black mist began to churn.

Viserys raised his mental strength to thirty. According to his previous experience, each new stage of his attributes would awaken a new ability.

Thus, Viserys prioritized enhancing his mental strength. When the black fog converged into a raging river, the silver-haired youth felt as if his head had been pricked by countless needles.

Then his whole body turned icy cold, as if he were in a frozen land, and the world before him suddenly became much clearer. Transparent purple flames ignited in his pale violet eyes.

"This ability is..."

Feeling the power in his eyes, Viserys's expression faltered.

"Viserys!"

At that moment, a woman's cry came from behind him.

Viserys turned his head slightly, and the Princess of Dorne's face froze. Her beautiful eyes showed a hint of purple, but it was not very noticeable.

"Mind control?"

Viserys's eyes revealed disbelief as his mental strength easily controlled Arianne's mind through his eyes.

This ability was extraordinary, and its terrifying potential was clear.

In this game of thrones, what ability could be more straightforward and brutal than directly controlling an opponent's mind?

When Tywin, the Rose of Highgarden, the Order of the Keepers, the Baratheon brothers, and others were still playing a game of power, Viserys had already begun to play in a 'magical world.' What was the end of science? The two sides were not even on the same level.

"Is this really..."

Then the purple flames in Viserys's eyes extinguished, returning to their magnificent, deep sapphire-like appearance.

Arianne, half-sitting on the feather bed, her body bare, looked puzzled.

"Eh?"

She seemed to have just woken up and seen something, but when she opened her mouth to call her betrothed, she forgot what she was going to say.

"What was I going to say?"

The Princess of Dorne rubbed her glossy black hair, puzzled. This had never happened to her before. How could she forget what she was going to say? Was it the old saying, "pregnancy makes you dumb," coming true early for her?

"I..."

Arianne opened her mouth but still couldn't remember anything. She looked at Viserys, who was standing in front of the mirror, looking back at her, as if she had just called his name. Finally, she could only say, deflated,

"It's nothing, my love."

"I forgot what I wanted to say."

Viserys had just controlled the mental power in his eyes to erase the scene where Arianne saw his eyes aflame.

So a part of her memory was missing, and she was left with words on the tip of her tongue but no idea what to say.

"People forget many things every day."

Viserys looked at his betrothed, seeing that she truly couldn't remember anything, and shook his head slightly.

Erasing such a small piece of memory would have no impact on Arianne's normal life.

But if Viserys wanted to modify someone's memory on a large scale, it would create a strong sense of disconnection, and he might need to rest for a while as the caster.

"Our wedding is about to begin."

Viserys then sat back down beside the bed, taking his fiancée's hand.

"Mmm."

Arianne's cheeks flushed with genuine emotion. After all, marriage is of utmost importance to every girl.

With domestic matters settled, it was time for state affairs.

Tyrion, recommended by Renly and approved by Viserys, had become the king's personal advisor, a sort of wise counselor.

Although he had no real power, his closeness to the king made him an object of flattery for many.

Tyrion conveyed his sister Cersei's request for an audience to Viserys.

"Your Grace, my sister..."

Tyrion, buried in a sea of documents, looked up and began.

This was the third time Cersei had requested to see Viserys in this period. The first two times, she had sent guards to apply, but Viserys had refused both times.

He wanted to deal with Cersei, Joffrey, and Myrcella after the public trial.

So this time, Cersei had no choice but to ask her brother Tyrion to convey the message.

Fortunately, Cersei had not yet formed an irreconcilable enmity with Tyrion, and had even shed a few tears for Tyrion's 'death.'

"Cersei?"

Viserys thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"Let her stay in the Red Keep for now, and assure her that the trial of the Lannister family has nothing to do with her and her children."

"If she has nothing to do in the Red Keep, she can do some servant's work, assist here and there, but leaving is out of the question."

Cersei and her children's status were still highly unique.

Viserys could spare their lives, not kill them, but as the former queen and prince and princess, they could never leave Viserys's sight.

Otherwise, they would easily fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, suffer an even more tragic fate, and cause trouble for Viserys.

"Yes, Your Grace."

Tyrion, hearing Viserys's words, could only nod helplessly, shrug his shoulders, and express his inability to help his sister.