My sister Dany was born, and Mother Rhaella passed away?"
Viserys Targaryen turned around and asked calmly.
Compared to the inevitable, he was more concerned that Varys, the Spider, the Master of Whisperers who, in the original story, sided with the usurper Robert, was now standing before him.
Upon hearing this, the expressionless Varys's eyelids twitched violently, then he immediately calmed down.
The massive storm had not only destroyed ships en route to Dragonstone but also affected those docked in the harbor, not to mention the ravens that traveled back and forth.
The news of Princess Dany's birth and Queen Rhaella's death was known only to him in all of White Harbor.
However, the little boy, not yet eight years old, truly seemed to know everything in advance.
Could it be that he was truly a prophet, possessing the ability to comprehend heaven and earth?
After a slight pause, Varys, the Spider, adjusted his thoughts and nodded: "As you foresaw, the Queen gave birth, suffered uncontrollable bleeding, and passed away!"
Viserys took the letter, tore open the red-sealed envelope, and inside was Queen Rhaella's handwriting.
The letter contained the will of the late King Aerys Targaryen, declaring Viserys Targaryen as the new king and ordering his coronation on Dragonstone.
"I understand!"
Viserys Targaryen was not surprised.
As one of the few male descendants of the Targaryen Family openly remaining, besides himself, there was indeed no other suitable candidate.
Seeing the unanimous, hesitant expressions of the generals, Viserys was rather surprised.
After a long silence, Ser Willem Darry finally broke the quiet, somewhat dejectedly: "Your Highness, compared to your sister Daenerys, you still don't have your own Hatchling Dragon?"
Hearing this, Viserys was slightly stunned, then his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief: "Daenerys's red dragon eggs hatched?"
"You didn't know?"
Ser Willem Darry looked suspiciously at the silver-haired, purple-eyed young prince before him.
He even suspected that the prince was deliberately teasing him.
After all, an eight-year-old child, even if omniscient and omnipotent, might still possess a childish nature!
"Cough, cough!"
Viserys Targaryen feigned a cough to relieve the awkwardness.
His false "prophet" facade had almost been exposed!
In ancient Old Valyria times, every newborn descendant of a Dragon King would have a dragon eggs placed in their swaddling clothes by their parents.
Thinking of his sister's impending birth, Viserys also happened to have a dragon eggs that was about to awaken.
He decided to take a chance, transporting this awakening dragon eggs all the way by small boat to Daenerys's side, and repeatedly instructing that it be heated with charcoal and placed in her swaddling clothes.
He hadn't expected that the dragon eggs, awakened by the sacrifice of Gillian Lannister's life, would actually hatch.
"The dragon eggs hatching, magic recharging, the storm's birth..."
Connecting these series of unusual events, Viserys's mood became heavy.
The hatching of the Hatchling Dragon, for Viserys, was not necessarily a good thing!
"Was the storm on Dragonstone, like the Doom of Valyria, also the handiwork of the gods?"
Thinking of this, Viserys's face turned ashen, and even Varys, who was beside him, noticed the change in Viserys's expression.
"Your Highness,"
Ser Joffrey interrupted Viserys's contemplation: "The news of the dragon eggs hatching cannot be kept secret. Queen Rhaella has passed away, Dragonstone is without a master, and urgently needs your return!"
Seeing everyone's unanimous suggestion, Viserys Targaryen had no reason to object.
At this time, although the Targaryen Family had lost almost all their lands on the continent of Westeros, the miracle of the Hatchling Dragon hatching had clearly touched the most sensitive nerves of the rebel leader, Robert Baratheon... At this moment, the entire King's Landing was already in a state of panic.
"Have you heard? Prince Viserys Targaryen is an omniscient and omnipotent prophet; he's only eight years old, yet he's invincible..."
"Dragon roars have been heard from Dragonstone; the Targaryen Family's dragon eggs has hatched. That's a treasured heirloom of the Targaryen Family secretly kept in Storm's End..."
...For a time, various rumors ran rampant in the The Red Keep. Some even said that Viserys had inherited the magical legacy of the forty dragonlords of Valyria and was about to descend upon King's Landing, riding a giant beast like the Black Dread.
"Nonsense!"
The bearded Robert Baratheon smashed his wine cup against the wall, scaring Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, who lowered his head and retreated repeatedly.
The brute before him was a monster who had shattered the true Dragon Prince Rhaegar Targaryen with a warhammer.
"Those are all rumors!"
Seeing that Robert had almost lost his mind, Jon Arryn, the Warden of the Vale and Robert's foster father, shook his head and comforted him.
"It's been three hundred years, and the Targaryen Family hasn't hatched any Hatchling Dragon. Even if they had, the last dragon in history was a mere runt the size of a puppy and died soon after!"
"Would a dignified warrior of the Stormlands be afraid of a beast the size of a puppy?"
Jon Arryn shook his head dismissively.
"The Targaryen Family, even without dragons, still has a bunch of loyal subordinates lurking in the shadows, ready to overthrow our alliance the moment we show weakness! Not to mention the impact the birth of a Hatchling Dragon will have on us!"
Robert Baratheon shouted loudly, heedless of his foster father's feelings.
He had just defeated Rhaegar Targaryen and thought the situation was settled.
He never expected that in such a short time, this obscure boy, Viserys Targaryen, had already replaced his brother Rhaegar and become the new helmsman of the Targaryen Family.
Although Rhaegar Targaryen had been sent to meet the Seven Gods by his hammer, only Robert Baratheon knew how lucky he had been.
Rhaegar, clad in his true dragon armor, had weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain.
In that battle on the Trident, if Prince Rhaegar hadn't tried to persuade Robert to surrender, holding back his sword at every turn, he would have been torn limb from limb by Rhaegar long ago.
Fortunately, the Seven Gods favored him. Prince Rhaegar's mount accidentally slipped, pinning the bravely fighting Rhaegar, which gave Robert Baratheon the chance to strike back!
Afterward, he still felt a lingering fear.
Even though he constantly used his victory over Prince Rhaegar to mask his past sense of defeat, Robert Baratheon was still plagued by nightmares.
However, how much time had passed, and a rising star, far surpassing Prince Rhaegar's talent, was now appearing before his eyes.
And compared to Rhaegar Targaryen, who believed victory was assured, Robert knew that Viserys would not give him any chance to surrender.
Thinking of this, the usurper, who was gradually becoming middle-aged and corpulent, couldn't help but tremble with fear.
"The offspring of the evil dragon must die!"
After a long pause, Robert Baratheon finally gritted his teeth and said coldly.
"Brother, Storm's End is lost. We no longer have enough gold dragons to build a new warship!"
Stannis Baratheon stood by with a cold face, untimely reminding his brother.
He had defended Storm's End with a few hundred men for over half a year, holding back tens of thousands of The Reach's army, creating an opportunity for his brother to defeat Rhaegar.
However, at this moment, he showed no regard for his brother's feelings, mercilessly pointing out the flaw in Robert's plan.
"Hmph, it's all your fault! How could such a precious thing as a dragon eggs be left behind?"
Robert looked at his rigid brother and angrily cursed: "Do you know how much trouble the Targaryen Family having a dragon will bring us?"
"For hundreds of years, it was just a precious stone. Who knew..."
Stannis Baratheon argued, displeased.
"But now, it's a dragon, a giant beast that can turn the world upside down in the future!"
..."Marry, Robert..."
Watching the two brothers argue, Duke Jon Arryn sighed helplessly.
Although they were born of the same mother, their relationship on the surface was truly terrible.
Fortunately, the Baratheon brothers only had disagreements on the surface but were united at heart.
When facing external enemies, they still stood together as brothers.
Otherwise, Jon Arryn, as their foster father, would be even more exhausted!
"You know, I like the Stark girl..."
After a long silence, a blush, out of place, suddenly appeared on Robert Baratheon's rugged face.
The voice of resistance from a nearly six-foot-three, burly brute sounded remarkably faint, like a buzzing mosquito, in the spacious and quiet The Red Keep.
"Lyanna Stark, she is beautiful, brave, and kind, so much better than that lioness!"
As Robert Baratheon spoke, his mood grew heavier, and then he cursed: "That damned Rhaegar... I wonder how she is. Has Ned Stark found her?"
Seeing the lingering resentment in his foster son's eyes, Jon Arryn couldn't help but rub his forehead, a headache coming on.
Alas, another lovesick fool!