Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Viserys walked into the dark and gloomy dungeon.

There was a torch inserted into the torch pedestal on the wall of the corridor, and the weak and flickering light of the fire shone through the black iron bars into the cell. The back half of the cell was still immersed in darkness. The cell was warm and a little damp, regardless of the season, it was like an oven. This was to be expected in a place like Dragonstone, where the sea was so close and the dark cell was built on top of magma.

Stannis was still wounded when he was brought here.

It was not easy to charge against the dragon. The riders' horses were going crazy in the strong wind and heat wave whipped up by Viserys's wings, neighing and running in chaos.

A dozen unlucky riders were trampled to death by the chaotic hooves of the horses, and many were even blown up by the strong wind and broke their spines and thighs.

Stannis was lucky. After the dragon's first gust of wind knocked him off his horse, he was blown away seven or eight meters and was surrounded by his guards in a circle.

But they were unable to withstand Viserys's second storm. Many of them were scratched by the flying sand and rocks thrown up by Viserys's wings, and were picked up by the wind and fell heavily. Stannis was caught in the wind during the second round and ended up hitting his head and passing out.

When the people cleaning up the battlefield found him from the scattered crowd, he was still unconscious. Like everyone else, he was seriously bruised by flying rocks, and several gravels were even embedded in his thighs. He was still bleeding slowly when he was treated.

After the defeat of the war, like many people, the injured were almost exhausted by the hot wind of the dragon, and their lips were covered with blood blisters. Many people suffered from wound infections and fever.

It was under such circumstances that Stannis was captured and taken back to Dragonstone by ship.

Shireen reorganized her army at the mouth of the Wend, preparing to return along Stannis's march route. She once went to see him when she returned to Storm's End with the support of her loyal knights and the newly surrendered lords of the Stormlands, but Stannis After waking up, he pursed his lips and said nothing, not a word to his daughter Shireen. Just stay silent and close your eyes.

Afterwards, Stannis and all the captives were escorted back to Dragonstone by another ship, and he said goodbye to Shireen ever since.

Maybe this is the last time they will see each other in this life.

Stannis began a hunger strike in the black cell of Dragonstone, lying motionless and silent in the dark corner of the cell.

The young Maester Pylos followed Viserys and prepared fish soup, which also contained carrots, onions, and poppy milk. Stannis's thigh wound had not yet completely healed, and it might become worse if he left it alone. Become a cripple.

Stannis is also cruel to himself, his grief and rage frozen within him.

His injured leg was probably still sore because he had been lying still, but jailers said he still occasionally groaned in pain.

Viserys dismissed Pyros: "Maester, give me the things, and I will talk to him alone."

Maester Pylos nodded and left.

Soon only Viserys and Stannis were left in the dark cell, and he specially arranged a separate cell for Stannis.

"Since you don't want to eat, I brought wine." Viserys opened the cell door with the key, put Maester Pylos' things aside, and took out a wine bag from his arms, "Do you want to drink? "

Stannis opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the approaching figure of Viserys. He was weak, with chapped lips and a dry throat.

Viserys opened the bag of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and let out a cheerful hiss as he swallowed the wine. Then he held the wineskin to Stannis's mouth.

No matter how hard he persisted, hunger and thirst still made him instinctively swallow, and the sweet aroma of wine filled his nostrils. Finally, he stretched out his hands to hold the wine bag and swallowed it hungrily. The wine flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped into his neck. His stomach cramped and his stomach cramped. Soon he vomited it all out again.

"I have always heard people say that Stannis Baratheon is a just and responsible man, but when I looked at it myself, I realized that the rumors cannot be trusted. If you are afraid of taking responsibility and evade responsibility, you are not as fair as the rumors say. Selfish... yes, and cowardly."

"..."

"I know you are thinking, it's just that I won and you lost on the battlefield. I'm not ashamed to speak out here. But you can't deny that you are seeking relief. You dare not face the fact of your failure and let the storm land. The princes and the people continue to bear the pain with you. You flaunt your responsibilities, but are unwilling to manage the territory down-to-earth. Instead, you continue to use force to do the impossible with the lives of those who are loyal to you, but people say that you are just. But you rely on the power of the red robe witch to spread fear and treat your followers coldly to rule the army. You are begging for death and want to die, but you still want to recruit hundreds of loyal ministers to die for you. How strange that you are afraid. Responsibility, in order to avoid it, you are not even afraid of death, because death is a relief for you. I am curious, have you ever thought that this is a kind of cowardice? "

Stannis asked back, his voice hoarse and cold: "You left me alive just to mock me here?"

Viserys shook his head solemnly and said solemnly: "I don't know if anyone has told you, Lord Stannis, that your destiny is in the north. Ancient gods that are unknown to mortals are gathering power. Terrifying, evil and powerful The power is hard for mortals to resist. The cold wind has begun to blow, and soon there will be an endless night, and you occupy a key position in it."

Stannis snorted and sneered: "So you believe that lie?"

"That's not a lie, Stannis." Viserys looked at him seriously, "It seems you still don't know why you failed. You have evaded responsibility from the beginning and have been running in the wrong direction from the beginning. . Whether it is the prophecy of the red-robed priest or the ancient legend of Targaryen, they all indicate the disaster that will sweep the world from the north, and you have abandoned the responsibility given to you by your destiny and ignored the crisis that has swept the world for your own selfish reasons. Now you not only refuse to take this responsibility, but you even want to throw your responsibility to others through death. How selfish and cowardly!"

"You," Stannis looked at Viserys gloomily, "it turns out that you are also a madman. I should have thought that you are the heir of the Mad King after all!"

"You really don't understand anything, Stannis." Viserys looked at him disappointedly, "Why do you think I want to call for peace, why should I encourage autumn planting, why should I write to you to govern the territory? The world is changing. Facing a crisis of survival! The real war has begun in the north. You have the Light Messenger in your hands. You should have gone there long ago. You should have become a hero and killed them outside the Great Wall!"

"If you think I'm a hero, then you should tell me—"

"I didn't expect that you still have such selfish thoughts until now. Stannis, Azor Ahai is a hero who sacrificed everything for all mankind, a warrior who never gives up, but he is not a king. Have you ever thought about how hypocritical heroes who are willing to sacrifice for humanity deal with hypocritical princes, and how warriors who never give up tolerate the weakness and despair of ordinary people? In which legend have you heard of Azor Ya? Hai is the king? If you want to be the king of Westeros first and then become a hero, it's like climbing a tree to find fish or digging through the ice to find fire. What you are doing is constantly deviating from your mission and destiny, or are you? Are you hypocritical and just want to use this fate for personal gain? "

Stannis was surprised: "Are you a follower of R'hllor?"

"No, but I know that you are the chosen one of R'hllor, and I know the prophecies of doomsday even more. I see your and my destiny in the prophecies belonging to Targaryen. There is magic in this world far beyond your imagination, Stannis. . What the red robe woman beside you shows you is just the tip of the iceberg. Go to the north, and your mission will show you the truth of the world. By then you will know that compared with the real war, we are in Westeros. The war in the world is like child's play. When the terrifying darkness falls and the cold world becomes dark, the king and the humblest servant in the castle will not be spared. The noble nobles and humble civilians will die together. However, death is not the real relief. At that time, people's tears of regret will be frozen, and people's cries of despair will be annihilated in the cold. And that is the responsibility you have to bear, you, Stannis! The lightbringer, the red sword of heroes chose you, but you turned your back. Got it!"

"You are really crazy! That sword just shines, it's no different from other long swords."

"You sound like a fool now, Stannis, shallow and dull." Viserys lamented. "Because you have abandoned your mission, you cannot free your power. 'The prophesied prince and dragon have three heads', do you Have you heard of the ancient prophecy of the Targaryen family?"

"What do you want to say?"

"You would never believe a word I say if I didn't show you something. Stannis, did you know that Melisandre cast magic on me on the battlefield, but her shadow magic couldn't hurt me? Have you ever wondered why?" Viserys stood up, stared deeply at Stannis, and then he opened the iron-barred cell door.

Under Stannis' strange gaze, Viserys mouthed a Valyrian word.

"Dracarys!"

Then, under Stannis' shocked gaze, Viserys spurted red flames from his mouth. The flames were hot and shiny, with a scorching breath, and the entire cell seemed to instantly become the hearth of a blacksmith's shop. .

The light of the blazing flames illuminated the entire dark prison in a dazzling light.

Under Stannis' horrified gaze, the black iron bars of the cell door gradually turned red in the flames, and actually began to melt into red iron under the flames spitting out of Viserys's mouth.

The iron slurry melted and flowed to the floor of the cell, burning the floor of the dark cell with a sizzling sound.

Viserys stopped breathing fire only when the iron bars of the cell door melted, creating a hole large enough for a man to pass through.

Stannis's mouth opened wide, and he was momentarily speechless in shock.

Viserys looked at him solemnly: "You have strayed too far from your mission, Stannis. You can't even imagine what the reality of this world is like. Take up your responsibility and see with your eyes. Look at the truth of this world. In times of crisis, there is only responsibility!”

For a long time, inexplicable emotions flashed in Stannis's eyes. "Tell me, King Targaryen," he asked, "are there really gods in this world?"

"About this question, before the gods really appeared, different answers would be drawn based on the world and knowledge people saw." Viserys responded with a riddle, and then said, "Lord Stannis, your vision is too narrow. Your knowledge is still bound by the ordinary of the past, go to the north, where you will see the truth revealed to you by fate."

Stannis slowly raised his eyes: ".You want me to wear black clothes?"

"Like you, Stannis, the Night's Watch has forgotten its true mission for a long time. The Night's Watch is an honorable organization that exists to protect mankind. Serving on the Great Wall is regarded as a symbol of honor and a manifestation of selfless dedication to duty. . The purpose of the Night Watch is to protect the human world from alien invasions and keep dark and evil aliens from the Great Wall. However, with the changes in history, the Night Watch has become a place of exile for criminals, and people wearing black clothes have gradually become a place of exile. Punishment and derogation.”

Viserys spoke seriously: "But the cold wind has blown, and the world is once again on the edge of darkness and crisis. You are a hero and a flag, pick up your mission. I swear in the name of my kingdom, when I unite the entire Vis Tro, I will give you glory and support you in defeating the darkness."

"No, Melisandre said that Azor Ahai will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt and awaken the dragon in the stone. Is that you?"

"It was the alternation of two prophecies. She thought they were the same person, but they were not." Viserys told him, "Neither you, nor Melisandre, knew about the ancient prophecies of House Targaryen, nor did you see them. There is a prophecy passed down from ancient times in the Targaryen family, namely the 'Prophetic Prince', and Azor Ahai's prophecy is 'After a long summer, the stars will weep blood and the cold darkness will come. will cover the world, and in this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull out the flaming sword from the fire. That sword is the Red Sword of Lightbringer, the Hero. The one who holds the sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai. And he will drive away the darkness'."

Viserys spoke eloquently: "Melisandre replaced Azor Ahai's name with the prince in the prophecy. She and many people confused the two prophecies, which is far from the truth. She can't even see your destiny clearly. In the North, you have strayed from your mission for so long.”

".her prophecy"

"You can ask her, ask clearly, Lord Stannis." Viserys said, "I know the prophecy about you, I know that you will defeat Renly, and I also know that you were defeated by 'Renly'. At that time, Blackwater The Battle of the River has not yet happened, and I know both are true." Viserys brought the fish soup and poppy milk prepared by the maester to Stannis, "Save yourself, and you will save the world waiting for you. When your legs and feet are better, you can ask Melisandre about her prophecy. She is on the next level. Please think carefully about my words and shoulder your true mission."

After Viserys finished speaking, he turned and left, not even closing the damaged cell door.

The smell of burning fire and the heat of molten iron still lingered in the air.

Stannis pushed himself up on the cell floor, leaning his back against the warm black stone wall, the flickering firelight flickering on his face.

The sound of Viserys' footsteps faded away.

Prophecy, he thought, mission, Azor Ahai, hero

He could not deny the power displayed by Viserys. He saw Viserys riding a three-headed dragon with his own eyes, saw the fire from Viserys' mouth melting the prison door, and Viserys did know something that he should have no way of knowing. thing.

He felt an indescribable uneasiness when he thought about the secrets the other party knew, about the truth told by the other party, about the world, about magic, and about the prophecy.

What exactly do these mean? He didn't like this feeling.

Suddenly, he remembered the vision Melisandre had shown in the flames - the black shadow in the snow. To this day, thinking of that scene still gives him such a chill that he trembles all over.

Stannis had an expression of pain on his face. He grinded his teeth from side to side, feeling only pain in his heart. He couldn't figure it out: [Why me? 】