Chương 51: Chapter 50: Suppressing the Rebellion
The bravery of the two guards slightly bolstered Viserys' morale.
The silver-haired boy still sat unmoved on his chair, gripping the crossbow in his hand.
Thud—
At that moment.
A loud noise came from the door of the council chamber, accompanied by the sound of clashing metal, as if someone was banging against the door.
Viserys' heart tightened, and cold sweat seeped from his palms, but his eyes remained unshaken, staring intently at the door.
The silver-haired boy could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the two young guards beside him. They were obviously nervous, not fearless, but they showed no signs of backing down.
The sounds of battle continued outside the door.
Splurt—
The sound of a sword slicing through a throat, followed by a shrill scream.
Crash—
Tables and chairs were toppled, torches thrown to the ground, and flames roared.
The fighting outside was fierce, and the three people hiding inside the council chamber felt like prisoners waiting for fate's judgment, unsure what would happen when the door was finally opened.
Life or death.
The atmosphere in the council chamber was so tense it felt almost frozen. Even breathing became cautious, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads.
Every second spent waiting felt like torture.
However, after an unknown amount of time had passed.
Thud—
The wooden door was struck again, jolting Viserys back to reality. He had been lost in thought without realizing it.
Since arriving on Dragonstone, he frequently experienced these strange bouts of absent-mindedness and hallucinations, such as when he stared at the map earlier.
This condition seemed to be worsening.
However, after being startled back to his senses, Viserys noticed that the sounds of battle outside had stopped. Everything suddenly became quiet, except for the repeated banging on the door, as if nothing else had happened.
"Is the battle over?"
Viserys sat up straight, focusing his attention on the door, gripping his crossbow tightly.
The toppled cabinet that had been blocking the door was now partially opened.
The door was about to be breached.
The next second.
Boom—
Several fully-armored knights, with blood-stained swords in hand, brutally forced open the door of the council chamber using their massive shoulders.
Wood splinters flew.
The heavy wooden door was left riddled with holes, the blood outside smeared like paint everywhere. One glance was enough to make one's head pound, face pale, and the stench in the air nauseating.
Viserys' crossbow was also triggered at this moment.
Thud—
The crisp sound of the bowstring shattered the silence that followed the door being forced open.
The powerful crossbow string released its energy, and the bolt that had been loaded onto it shot out.
Then, in the terrified eyes of the knight who had stormed into the council chamber, it was violently embedded into the black stone wall above the door.
Thud!
Broken stones scattered, and dust fell onto the armor of the two knights below, creating a rustling sound. .
And the two knights, apart from being startled, were left somewhat disheveled.
"Your Grace!"
At that moment,
Following the two knights who had rushed in, an old man clad in gleaming armor and a red cloak embroidered with the Targaryen three-headed dragon entered with large strides, carrying a blood-soaked figure in one hand.
Thud, thud...
The old man's footsteps were heavy, and he showed no fear as he faced Viserys with the crossbow aimed directly at him.
"Keep calm."
The man was none other than the commander of the Dragonstone fleet, Ser Joffrey, and the blood-soaked figure he carried turned out to be a person upon closer inspection.
The trail of blood left on the ground was as if it had been spilled carelessly, extending all the way from the entrance to the center of the map room, where the figure was finally dropped in front of the massive map table.
Thump—
The bloodied captive fell to the ground without making a sound, like a pile of rotting meat. If it weren't for the faint heaving of his chest and the gasps for air, one might have assumed he was already dead.
"I apologize, Ser."
Viserys, somewhat embarrassed, sat in the main seat, then used both hands to push off the armrests and stand up to apologize to the old knight and the two knights who had initially burst through the door.
He had been a little too nervous just now.
So much so that when they had first rushed in, his reflexive response was to pull the bowstring.
But Viserys's compensatory reaction was quick, and he slightly raised his aim just before the bolt was fired, causing it to embed itself in the wall above the door.
Fortunately, no serious mistake had been made.
Viserys then turned his gaze to the bloodied man brought in by Ser Joffrey.
Although the man was now a bloody pulp, almost unrecognizable, Viserys immediately identified him.
He was none other than the acting castellan and steward appointed by Rhaegar before leaving Dragonstone, the Dornish bastard Daevi Sand , and also the mastermind behind the rebellion.
He had already been bought by the forces in King's Landing, lured by the promise of a high interest, a count's title, and a castle in exchange for betraying House Targaryen and killing the widows and orphans who had fled to Dragonstone.
But Sand had been afraid that even if the plan to kill Queen Rhaella and her children succeeded, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Dragonstone fleet, so he had hesitated to act, missing several good opportunities.
It wasn't until the storm was approaching and Viserys left Dragonstone with the fleet that he missed the best opportunity.
Now, in a desperate last stand, he was suppressed by the well-prepared Viserys.
All the guards, servants, and 'rats' from King's Landing he had bribed on Dragonstone had died in this rebellion, a total loss.
"Do you want to interrogate him personally?"
"Your Grace."
The two knights who had initially rushed in slightly touched their chests, not daring to accept Viserys's apology.
Meanwhile, the old knight simply ignored these formalities and bluntly asked the young figure standing beside the main seat.
"Interrogate him personally?"
Viserys hesitated upon hearing Ser Joffrey's words, his curly hair covering the boy's ears, making him look rather adorable, before shaking his head.
"No."
"Ser Joffrey."
Viserys stood beside the main seat, then slightly turned his body as if wanting to sit back down, showing little interest in observing the bloodied figure any further.
However, as if suddenly remembering something, Viserys stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Ser Joffrey standing in front of the map table, and spoke.
"I want to know what he has done exactly. I'll leave this matter to you."
Viserys then added another sentence.
"But it would be best to leave him alive for me to personally deal with in the end."
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