Capítulo 457: Chapter 457: The Fall of the Titan
At that moment.
"Your Grace."
Knock, knock—
Mia, one of the Royal Iron Guards stationed outside, rapped on the door. Upon receiving permission, she pushed the door open and entered.
Serving as Arylene's personal protector, she was primarily responsible for safeguarding the future queen's unborn child.
Then the White Cloaked Knight informed Rhaenys and Arylene that the usurper's wife, Cersei, and the Duchess of Winterfell, Catelyn, had come to request to see their imprisoned husbands.
"Oh?" Rhaenys, upon hearing Mia's words, paused for a moment, lost in thought. A wife's longing for her husband was worthy of sympathy. Even though the day had seen Stannis taken prisoner, the Red Keep was heavily guarded. Two women, powerless as they were, had no ability to rescue their husbands from this place.
"It shall be so." The elder princess slightly nodded her head.
Though Arylene was to be Viserys' queen, in his absence, the military and political power of House Targaryen rested in Rhaenys' hands, not Arylene's.
The reason was simple: Viserys loved and trusted Rhaenys the most, and she, being a pure-blooded Dragonrider, possessed considerable combat abilities.
The red-haired woman, clad in white armor and bearing a dragon-slaying sword, heard Rhaenys' words and glanced at the expressions on the princesses' faces.
"As you command, Your Grace." She then slightly bowed her head and withdrew.
Robert Baratheon, though deemed a usurper by the Targaryens, was nevertheless the recognized king of the Seven Kingdoms.
Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, hailed from a family deeply rooted in the North.
Stannis' title as Duke of Dragonstone sounded grand but amounted to nothing more than two fishing villages, especially since he had now lost his lands.
Though said to be imprisoned in the dungeons of the Red Keep, they were actually held in a semicircular low tower above the dungeon entrance, a place known as the "Traitor's Corridor." This top-level cell was reserved for prisoners of rank.
Robert and Eddard were here, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. The jailers had been replaced by Unsullied soldiers, who, torches held aloft and silent as death, led the two women into the cells.
"Eddard!" Catelyn Tully rushed forward as the cell door opened, embracing her husband tightly.
Almost as though remembering something, she quickly checked his body for injuries, having heard of the Battle of Riverrun, a brutal affair that was a repeat of the Field of Fire. Dragon flames and savage hooves had crushed the allied forces, and many nobles and soldiers had fallen.
Among them was the renowned southern general, Lando Talley, who had disappeared on the battlefield. Rumors had it that he might have been turned to ashes by dragon fire, his body nowhere to be found.
Therefore, Catelyn lived in constant fear, dreading that something similar had befallen her husband.
But Eddard Stark, though confined within the Red Keep and looking somewhat haggard, was largely unharmed.
"Catelyn." Seeing his wife, they embraced tightly.
In the adjacent cell, Robert's body had withered considerably. His cheeks had regained some youthful contour, but the splendor in his eyes was not what it once was.
He looked at his good brother and sister-in-law reuniting, a pang of something unpleasant in his heart.
His wife, Cersei, appeared at the cell door. The once grand and magnificent queen now seemed like a fallen phoenix, her pride lost, leaving only her beautiful appearance.
The blonde woman stood at the door of the cell, looking at her husband seated on the bed's edge. Robert's beard was wild, his eyes sparkling in the darkness as he looked back at his wife. After a moment of silence, Robert's voice, deep and somber, asked, "Where is Joffrey?"
"Joffrey is in his room, reading. They only allowed me to come," Cersei replied, taking a deep breath.
"Hmph." Robert, sitting on the bed, snorted coldly, clearly not believing that their son was reading at that moment.
Though he cared little for his children's education, Robert knew Joffrey was not the type to read willingly. Though he expressed disdain, his eyes still hid a father's love for his offspring.
"They promised to spare Joffrey and Myrcella's lives, then?" Robert asked, already knowing of Cersei's decision to surrender the city to save their children.
"I am not certain," Cersei shook her head. "Viserys has not returned for some unknown reason."
On the other side, in stark contrast to Cersei and Robert's insincere relationship, Catelyn and Eddard's affection was much more genuine.
"Eddard." The red-haired woman, tears streaming down her face, clung tightly to her husband, hoping he would bend the knee and confess, seeking a chance to take the black.
"Catelyn, I understand," replied the Duke of Winterfell, calm and composed, embracing his wife, his face showing complexity.
He knew his chances of survival were slim but couldn't bear to dampen his wife's hope, so he merely nodded silently.
Far away, over the Narrow Sea.
Viserys, riding on dragonback, faced the sea wind, his eyes tranquil.
Due to inherent deficiencies, he had once infused the silver hatchling with a substantial amount of black fog, even hindering his own advancement.
Regrettably, the black fog had little effect on the young dragon, and Viserys was unclear about the reason.
However, not long ago, through the silver dragon's eyes, he saw the person standing opposite it and the sailors on the ship calling him 'Jaquen H'ghar.'
This was a familiar name, and he realized that something must have gone wrong in Pentos.
Several days later.
On an ordinary night, the sea was calm.
A distant roar erupted from the Titan of Braavos, and the soldiers on night watch looked confused.
"What was that noise?"
They hadn't heard such a sound in many years.
Then, a gigantic shadow descended from the sky, spewing torrents of dragon fire.
Boom—
The Titan's head collapsed, crashing into Great Lake, causing waves to ripple across the surface.
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