Chapter 45 Burial

Under the darkness of night.

Viserys stood silently on the hillside.

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The black plush cloak fluttered in the wind, and the slightly curly hair swept across the lavender eyes.

This is the half-slope of the active volcano on the sunny side of Dragonstone Island. The temperature on Dragonstone Island is also very high, and Queen Layla's body cannot be preserved, so Viserys did not wait until Viserys returned.

As the acting lord of Dragonstone and the hand-picked butler of Prince Rhaegar, Duke of Dragonstone, the illegitimate son from Dorne led the people on the island to hold a funeral for Queen Layla.

The queen who had a bumpy and changeable life was buried here.

"Mother's nature is cheerful and lively, she should be accompanied by sunshine, breeze and white clouds."

Viserys stood at the front, and the voice was abrupt, and the voice was carried far away by the wind.

But there was billowing white smoke above Queen Layla's tombstone.

"Blood and fire are of the same origin" is the motto of the Targaryen family, and it is not surprising that Queen Layla, as a Targaryen, would choose to be neighbors with fire after her death, so Viserys has no opinion on where his mother is buried.

Viserys stood at the forefront, and there were many guards around him, and Ser Shad, the acting lord of Dragonstone, stood behind him.

The head was wrapped in a yellow turban, and there were some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up even deeper.

Ser Shad looked at Viserys' back with a little trance.

The instructor standing beside him keenly discovered this, frowned slightly, and gave him a deep look.

He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and then he withdrew his gaze and looked at Queen Layla's tombstone again.

Viserys didn't say much in front of the tombstone, just sat quietly for a while, then stood up.

The expression is even calmer than when he heard the news just now, there is no excitement, only the sadness hidden in the bottom of my heart.

"Let's go."

The silver-haired boy turned his head slightly in a calm voice. Under the light of the torches, half of Viserys' handsome cheeks were illuminated by the firelight, while the other half was immersed in the darkness and could not see clearly, only a pair of eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When the guards heard Viserys' words, they hurriedly agreed.

And their title was changed from 'His Royal Highness' to 'Your Majesty' at some point.

But Viserys didn't care about it, there was no right to have a name, and it made no difference whether it was a prince or a king.

He doesn't care about a false name.

Even if he could, he would rather take off these titles and become an ordinary person, but reality does not allow him to do so.

Even if he renounces the title of king, as long as he is still surnamed Targaryen and has the hot blood of the 'Dragon Kings' flowing in his body, the Baratheon family will never let him go.

Viserys couldn't escape, and escape didn't even buy a decent death.

Therefore, he can only fight bravely against the opponent, using swords, fists, or even biting with his teeth, he must continue to fight in exchange for a chance to survive and a place to stand.

"Viserys."

At this moment, the instructor who had been silent all along behind him spoke abruptly.

"There is something."

William Darry spoke abruptly, even forgetting that Viserys should be called His Majesty now.

The acting city lord of Longshi Island didn't know why his throat rolled slightly, and he seemed to swallow a mouthful of spit, and then stretched his palm to the position of his waist.

Among the guards holding torches high, they exchanged glances silently, and they all seemed to see the tension in each other's eyes.

And Viserys heard the teacher's voice and turned his head slightly to look at the other party.

The long silver-gold hair was slightly curled around his forehead and was blown away by the wind.

Then, looking at the other party's hesitant expression, he raised his hand and interrupted what the instructor wanted to say next.

"I know what you said, ser."

Viserys interrupted the instructor.

"I'm tired now."

"We can talk tomorrow."

The instructor just wanted to say something, but was blocked by Viserys and choked slightly, but the master and apprentice looked at each other, and he saw that the boy's lavender eyes had different colors.

Viserys said he knew?

But how did he know when he just came back?

"Is it?"

The middle-aged coach frowned slightly, but after deliberating in his heart, he finally decided not to continue.

He had just glanced at Viserys, and he trusted Viserys' own judgment.

On the other side, several of the guards and Sir Shad breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that was hanging just now finally let go.

They didn't know what the former Red Keep head coach was trying to say to Viserys, whether this man had discovered their plan, but it wasn't a good time to launch it.

In the small-scale battle, William Darry's swordsmanship was the biggest obstacle to their plan this time.

The head of the Red Keep was overshadowed by his elder brother as the Kingsguard, but William Darry's swordsmanship must not be underestimated.

His older brother, Jon Darry, the former Kingsguard of Aerys II, may not be able to get anything from him either.

And such a knight who can fight on a horse, even if the old injury is always recurring, and some are weak and sick, but it is not something they can deal with.

What's more, there are more people here now.

Afterwards, a group of teams with different hearts walked down the active volcano and returned to Dragonstone Castle.

Viserys was already a little tired, and he had not slept all day on the ship until it was midnight now.

But the silver-haired boy insisted on taking a look at his younger sister, Daenerys Targaryen, who was being taken care of by a wet nurse who had been found from nowhere.

The girl who will be famous in the future.

Viserys came to the nurse's room, a woman who was born and raised on Dragonstone Island. She just gave birth to a baby not long ago. Now that she has milk, she was brought over by the guards of Dragonstone Island to feed Princess Daenerys. .

The silver-haired boy stood in front of the small crib and looked at the little baby girl lying in the soft swaddling seriously with a tired spirit.

A touch of thick and light silver short hair, a small face that does not look wrinkled and cute, and a pair of bright big eyes.

The two looked at each other.

She saw Viserys, then giggled for some reason, and babbled her hand out to grab the 'little lord' in front of her.

And Viserys saw Daenerys's smile, and the tiredness on his face was relieved a lot.

He raised his hand slightly to hold his sister's little hand.