"Your Majesty."
The old knight, his hair and beard all white, spoke in a rough voice, then nodded slightly, having said everything he needed to say.
Queen Rhaella remained seated in the center seat, her face gaunt and slightly haggard due to her large belly. After taking a deep breath, she nodded.
"Thank you, Ser Geoffrey."
The old man said nothing, but stood up and bowed slightly, his armor creaking.
He then prepared to leave the drawing room and return to the fleet docked in the harbor.
At this moment,
Viserys, who had been listening for a long time, looked at Ser Geoffrey and suddenly raised his hand, like a well-behaved child in class.
"Sir, I have a question."
"Can our fleet sail across the Narrow Sea?"
The young king, sitting in a side seat, supported the tabletop with one hand and raised the other, abruptly speaking.
"Hmm?"
The old knight was slightly startled by Viserys' words and then stopped.
He lowered his head to examine the panoramic map of Westeros on the table in the hall. Dragonstone lay at the gateway to King's Landing, and beyond Blackwater Bay lay the Narrow Sea, sandwiching the two continents.
On the other side of the narrow sea lay what the people of Westeros called the 'Eastern Continent' or 'Western Coast,' technically known as Essos, home to the nine Free Cities.
Viserys's sudden question, though only seven years old, had the old lord lost in thought.
"Your Highness,"
Ser Geoffrey paused for a moment, then raised his graying head.
"Dragonstone is too barren."
"No resources, no people."
Viserys tucked his small hands into the sleeves of his blue velvet robe, clenching his fists slightly. Outwardly, he appeared composed, but inside, he was nervous.
Even more nervous than when he'd killed three sellswords the previous night.
This was the first time he'd voiced his opinion. He knew what was coming, and he wanted to seek change.
The Dragonstone fleet, a formidable force still loyal to the Targaryens, could not be destroyed in vain by a storm.
His sister was due to arrive in the mortal realm in three months, and with her came the greatest storm in centuries, perhaps even history.
This storm destroyed the last of the Targaryen fleet, burying it all in the harbor, forcing Dragonstone to surrender without a fight.
Young Viserys was forced to flee to the East Continent with his infant sister, living in the care of various powerful families.
If Viserys wanted to change his fate, he had to seize control of this fleet still loyal to the Targaryens and not allow it to be destroyed by the storm.
So, Viserys, breaking with his usual reticence, seized the opportunity and bravely spoke out.
Even though his young age meant his words might be dismissed as nonsense, he still wanted to give it a try.
He persuaded his mother and Ser Geoffrey, hoping they would listen,
even if only a little.
Ser Geoffrey remained silent after hearing Viserys' words, one hand stroking the map. It was hard to tell what the old man was thinking.
Viserys breathed a sigh of relief when he saw he didn't object directly. His greatest fear was that his age might dismiss his words as childish.
Then he spoke again, even more pointedly. "Mother, and Ser Jeoffry."
The seven-year-old king, sitting in his chair, mustered his courage and looked at Queen Rhaella and the commander of the Dragonstone fleet.
"If we remain trapped on Dragonstone and do not seek to change our current situation, defeat is only a matter of time."
Viserys spoke with no subtlety this time, his words sharp and direct.
Queen Rhaella's face changed slightly at her son's words. She hated Viserys's ominous words.
The woman had become somewhat nervous due to the frequent shocks and unexpected events of recent times, and the word "defeat" further irritated her.
"Viserys!"
Queen Rhaella's voice was sharp, and she was about to rebuke her son for his outspokenness.
"Then..."
However, she was interrupted by the fleet commander, who had been silent for a long time.
Ser Jeoffry, holding the map with one hand, raised his head, his gray-brown eyes piercing as he gazed at Viserys, who sat on the other side of the map.
"What do you intend, Your Highness?"
He had not expected the child to suddenly say such a thing. It required more than just courage.
Coupled with the news he'd heard last night, that the child had somehow managed to kill three sellswords,
Jeoffry suddenly took an interest in Viserys.
Could Viserys truly be the next Prince Rhaegar?
The former 'Silver Prince' wielded incredible influence among the Targaryens.
Everyone believed that Rhaegar, sitting on the Iron Throne, was the greatest Targaryen king ever.
Even now, over six months after Rhaegar's death, these people still held this view.
Viserys, in turn, stared at him with a fierce gaze, unflinching.
He was unaware that he was once again being compared to his near-perfect brother.
Ser Jeoffry's response emboldened Viserys, and he boldly voiced his idea once again.
"Ser, we could abandon Dragonstone and seize a city in the east continent as our new home."
"Abandon Dragonstone?"
The gray-haired old man's eyes narrowed slightly at Viserys's bold proposal.
Dragonstone, the birthplace of the Targaryen conquest of Westeros, holds both historical and contemporary significance.
Furthermore, if the Targaryens were to abandon Dragonstone now, they would be tantamount to abandoning their claim to the Iron Throne and implicitly recognizing the legitimacy of the usurper.
Dragonstone's geographical location is also crucial. As the gateway to King's Landing, the Dragonstone fleet currently blocks the entrances and exits to Blackwater Bay.
House Baratheon, despite their fury, lacks a powerful navy to challenge the royal fleet, forcing them to evade the route.
The old ser hadn't expected that, even before the situation reached its critical point, Viserys would lose his nerve and propose abandoning Dragonstone,
abandoning his claim to the Iron Throne and fleeing to the Eastlands like a lost dog.
Could the child have been frightened by last night's events?
That was perfectly natural.
After all, Prince Viserys was only seven years old; he couldn't expect everyone to be as accomplished as Prince Rhaegar.
While understanding, the old ser was also slightly disappointed.
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