On the spires of The Red Keep, a strong wind made Sansa Stark's skirt flutter.
At this moment, her auburn hair, inherited from the Tully, was flowing in the wind like a banner.
Viserys Targaryen embraced her from behind, his silver-gold hair covering her neck, and his cold fingers traced the seams of her velvet corset.
His breath, hot as fire, scorched the delicate skin behind her ear.
The next moment, countless tiny hairs seemed to stand on end there, like early spring grass blades, receiving the lingering warmth of the dragon.
"Ah—"
With a groan caught deep in her throat, Sansa Stark seemed to instantly lose all strength and collapse.
She should have long been accustomed to this painful pleasure, but when Viserys Targaryen handed the offending Grand Maester Pycelle to Little Ramsay for interrogation, a chill from deep within her bloodline suddenly awoke.
"Your Majesty, my family..."
Sansa Stark hesitated.
Her large brown eyes cautiously appraised the young king who had forcefully conquered the Seven Kingdoms.
Ever since she gave birth to an evil warg in King's Landing, who resembled Viserys Targaryen and severely damaged the Night King's ice magic, almost everyone knew that she was this new king's new mistress!
Although everyone looked down on her, no one dared to bully House Stark anymore.
But this was far from enough!
House Stark wanted not only survival but also dominion over the North!
Seeing that Viserys Targaryen was in high spirits today, she hesitated repeatedly and finally decided to plead.
Suddenly, Viserys Targaryen's movements abruptly stopped.
His gilded pupils narrowed into slits, like a dragon that had suddenly caught the scent of prey.
"Interesting."
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
His fingertips had already quietly pressed against the thick, long hilt of the Valyrian two-handed longsword leaning against the wall.
That was "Ice," the ancestral sword of House Stark!
He truly hadn't expected that, within the heavily guarded The Red Keep, someone could still sneak in!
"Jingle, jingle!"
A faint clinking of chains could be heard from the shadows.
The sound was so soft that Sansa Stark and Viserys Targaryen hadn't noticed it at first.
At this moment, Sansa Stark was also frightened and held her breath, standing still.
This was The Red Keep, the highest tower in King's Landing. Who dared to sneak in here?
"Shh!"
Viserys Targaryen put a finger to his lips, then tiptoed towards the corner of the tower.
Seeing Viserys Targaryen about to personally investigate the danger, Sansa Stark hesitated for a moment, then quickly put on her clothes and quietly followed him.
"Bang!"
As Viserys Targaryen kicked open the slightly ajar door, they both saw the hunched figure chained to the battlements.
It was a dwarf, curled up in the shadows of the tower, his mismatched, candle-like eyes flickering in the darkness.
"I didn't expect to have the good fortune to witness such a magnificent dance of dragon and wolf before I die!"
Tyrion Lannister weakly raised his head, completely disregarding his wrists, which were firmly bound by iron chains.
"Ah—"
Sansa Stark gasped, instinctively hiding behind Viserys Targaryen.
Although everyone knew she was Viserys Targaryen's plaything, that didn't mean she was willing to be seen naked by a strange man!
This shy gesture indeed pleased Viserys Targaryen.
He chuckled, wrapped her tightly in his cloak, and shielded her behind him.
"Espionage against the true king must be paid for with your eyes, Imp."
Viserys Targaryen sneered.
Looking at the numerous traces of urine and filth beside Tyrion Lannister, it was clear that he had been locked here for a long time!
"Who imprisoned you here?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned and asked.
"My father—Duke Tywin Lannister!"
At this moment, Tyrion Lannister seemed like a deflated ball.
"He just didn't expect that even by locking me up, the wights wouldn't climb this tall tower! Hahaha!"
The chains clanged with Tyrion Lannister's laughter.
Hearing this, Sansa Stark's eyes widened, and she stood frozen.
She didn't know what reason would make Tywin Lannister, the Old Lion, try to kill his own son with his own hands?
"Don't worry, I'm very experienced in toying with prostitutes or female slaves."
His gaze passed over Viserys Targaryen's shoulder, falling on Sansa Stark's crimson face, "I'm just curious if House Stark knows that their descendants are so timid and cowardly, afraid of death?"
Hearing this, Sansa Stark's flushed face suddenly turned incredibly cold.
Her body tensed, and her hairs stood on end.
Tyrion's contemptuous and pitying gaze was like thorns from a rose, piercing deeply into her vain heart.
It was well known that she was Viserys Targaryen's mistress.
Had it not been for her "great merit" in defeating the Night King, she would probably still be in the cellars of King's Landing, awaiting judgment like the other Stark members.
But she believed she was no coward!
She had already inquired: Daenerys Targaryen was a virgin, and Rhaenys Targaryen was also a virgin.
As long as the opportunity was right, she might even be able to become Viserys Targaryen's queen!
One must know, that was a throne second only to one, above ten thousand.
By then, House Stark would not only regain control of the North but also reach the pinnacle of power!
"We should go."
Facing the dwarf's mockery, Sansa Stark pretended to be unconcerned.
She gently tugged at Viserys Targaryen's sleeve, her voice tinged with a hint of plea.
In this moment, she was no longer the young wolf trembling in the shadows of King's Landing, but a maiden learning to play the game of power.
In Sansa Stark's eyes, Tyrion Lannister was merely the kingslayer's brother, a criminal about to be executed by Viserys Targaryen.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to atone for my sins and serve you!"
Seeing Viserys Targaryen about to turn and leave, Tyrion Lannister hurriedly spoke to stop him.
He wasn't as brave as he imagined.
"Tywin Lannister wants to kill me; I've broken all ties with him! In Casterly Rock, there's a secret passage that I personally supervised the construction of."
"If you give me a chance to atone, I will lead you to conquer Casterly Rock!"
"Tyrion,"
Viserys Targaryen paused slightly, then turned around, interrupting his incessant offers of service: "You've been locked in the high tower for so long that you might not know, Casterly Rock has already been breached by the Others!"
"..."