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The azure sky, a coastline like the fangs of an animal, and the tireless, incoming waves.
When the dragon arrived at Swanport in Andalos, Viserys could let Sunfyre soar unhindered. Sunfyre rose through the clouds, taking Viserys first to Viserysburg.
Although Swanport was taking shape, it was still relatively small. The other Squires would quickly follow after changing to warhorses at Swanport.
Viserys's dragon swept over the town of Viserysburg, then flew back to the White Keep where the King resided, amidst the people's shock.
When the residents coming and going in the hundred cities of Viserysburg discovered a real golden dragon appearing in the sky, the shock was immeasurable.
Viserysburg was now the embodiment of home, not King's Landing, which was thousands of miles away.
The journey had come to a perfect end.
Viserys landed in the courtyard of the White Keep, the roar of the dragon and the flapping of its leathery wings attracting everyone's attention.
This was a real dragon, a miracle reborn into the world.
Viserys would be the adventurer who reached the Valyrian Ruins and brought back a dragon, a miracle no less significant than the dragon's appearance itself.
The dragon landed steadily in the courtyard, a golden shadow under the sun, gold and red perfectly fused together.
Sunfyre flapped its leathery wings, like thunder erupting.
"Get some food for my companion," Viserys commanded, dismounting steadily from the dragon.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ser Roland Rykker was startled at first, then showed a look of wild joy. The dragon's revival signified the stability of the Dragon King's restoration.
"According to this blueprint, build a tower-nest for my companion, following this model," Viserys ordered, handing the blueprint to Earl Roland.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Viserys had the White Keep build a tower-dragon's nest according to the design. If Sunfyre preferred to dig a dragon's lair halfway up the mountain, that would be its preference.
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"How is this possible?" The Red Viper Oberyn rubbed his eyes, a living, breathing dragon. "If magic were a tree without roots, it would have ceased to exist long ago, let alone dragons."
The Red Viper knew some dark magic, but it was all about poisons and minor dark arts. Deep down, The Red Viper wasn't that obsessed with magic as a subject, considering it a dead science.
But now, The Red Viper had personally seen a dragon.
"Magic is far away, yet right before your eyes."
"The Gods bless His Majesty Viserys." Umber the Archdeacon quickly changed from shock to wild joy, praising the appearance of a miracle.
"The Gods bless His Majesty Viserys."
In ancient times, the Andals, rhoynar, and Ghiscari were all overlords, but they were no match for the Valyrians.
Because the Valyrians had dragons, a destructive weapon.
Viserys's gaze swept over everyone present: the young and beautiful Rhaenys, the little girl Daenerys, the shocked Red Viper, the ecstatic Earl Roland, the surprised Count Donal, and the mumbling followers of the Seven Gods and the Rhoyne River.
More people showed adoration. Power brought worship, and good fortune and heroic tales also brought dissemination.
Pieces of bull meat were brought over. Sunfyre raised its head, snorted, and then golden-red Dragonflame engulfed the beef.
Sunfyre spewed flames while devouring the cooked beef in large chunks, the air thick with a brewing, scorching red cloud.
Many spectators involuntarily stepped back. This was a dragon, a beast of blood and fire, a legendary and cruel war beast.
Viserys watched Sunfyre feast. For a dragon of its age, it was still a hatchling.
Although such a small dragon already possessed the power of fire, it still needed a period of training and battle baptism.
Many such small dragons perished on the battlefield.
Viserys had learned a lot; during the Battle of the Gullet, Prince Jacaerys's dragon, Vermax, plunged into the sea.
Some said an arrow from a crossbowman pierced one of the dragon's eyes. Others said a lookout on a Myrish galley hurled an anchor at Vermax as it swept past at high speed, snagging the great beast, the hook embedding itself perfectly between two scales and sinking deeper due to the dragon's speed. The sailor then tied the chain to the main gun, and the combined weight of the ship and Vermax's flapping wings tore a jagged gash in the dragon's belly.
In any case, this one suddenly fell during flight, smoking as it crashed into the sea, thrashing its claws wildly. Survivors said it tried to surface but crashed into a burning galley. Entangled in the ship's ropes, it couldn't escape.
When the warship capsized, it was dragged to the seabed and died.
Perhaps there were other secrets within the Ring of Fire; Viserys would study them when he had leisure.
"When Morroq and Argos arrive at Viserysburg, we need to plan for the upcoming war," Viserys commanded.
In reality, at a certain level, the necessity of a nation is to have the right people.
A king doesn't need to micromanage; he is responsible for specific personnel and coordination, allowing power to flow.
That evening, in the Throne Room, Viserys sat upon the throne.
Huge black and red dragon banners fluttered on the stone walls. The night's meeting was about war, about the impending War of the Twin Stars.
Viserys had removed his armor and changed into a silver robe, appearing more casual.
Beneath the ancient valyrian steel crown, the King's supreme authority was still proclaimed. On Viserys's fingers were the purple Ring of Fire and the red Ring of Blood.
With Viserys's return, the entire Viserysburg seemed to have found its backbone, and the war machine began to operate at full throttle.
Although The Red Viper was exceptionally talented and had much political experience.
In Andalos, only Viserys's authority was supreme. Viserys was the soul of the nascent Andalos.
"Gentlemen, I need not say more. I'm sure you already know that Khal Drogo has led his savage Dothraki army out of the Great Grass Sea and is marching towards White City at the behest of the Tyroshi. I can only tell you that two destinies lie before us: survival or destruction, war or peace, to be slaves or masters of Andalos." Viserys's voice rang out like steel, his gaze sweeping over the lead-gray faces of the people, each one solemn... The dothraki were infamous, but infamy was still fame.
"We choose war!"
"We choose war!"
Though Andalos and the Rhoyne River were vast, they had reached a critical moment of life and death.
"Good, that's the answer I want. War, war." Viserys waved his hand, and the voices quieted. "The past dozens of centuries watch over us from the Andals Hills."
"Rhaenys, while I confront the Dothraki, you will be in charge of the White Keep. Master Syrio will assist you."
"Earl Roland, I appoint you as the Grand Steward of Viserys City, responsible for the operation of the entire city. Members of the Secret Council and the Craftsmen's Department, you must heed my opinions and assist Earl Roland well."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The Loyna Elder and Andal elders of the Secret Council all held their breath; this was a war that would decide their destiny.
To sink into oblivion as a third-rate people, or to strive for the revival of an ancient nation.
"Have that fruit produced at full capacity," Viserys then said to Valentin.
"Yes, My Majesty." Valentin the wildfire artisan respectfully replied. "It is rumored that dragons and wildfire have a corresponding effect; I will fully produce wildfire."
Magic has actually begun to advance slowly in recent years, and wildfire production has also increased slightly. For a true comprehensive increase, one must wait for the celestial omen of the red comet.
And while the magical fluctuations brought by Sunfyre are not enough to summon the Crying Blood Sword red comet, they do contribute to an increase in wildfire production.
Viserys had prepared a batch of wildfire for Drogo. Although this batch of wildfire would not be enough to destroy the entire Dothraki, it would certainly cause Drogo considerable trouble.
"Have the blacksmith factories work overtime, supervised by the Craftsmen's Department. As for horses, we are already behind schedule, and Pentos doesn't have many horses, so we can only rely on our existing horses," Viserys said.
In terms of horses, Viserys couldn't catch up with the dothraki even at several times the speed.
The Dothraki Sea is one of the best horse-producing regions in the world. Since they couldn't get horses from The Reach and the Grass Sea now, they would first stockpile their existing cavalry.
Andalos and the Rhoyne River basin were not lacking in iron ore; otherwise, the blacksmithing skills of the Andalos and rhoynar would not have been famous back then.
Although Viserys hadn't found gold or silver mines in Andalos, iron was not lacking now.
Hotah, the Chief Craftsman from Tyrosh, nodded, promising not to delay the upcoming war.
"How are the trebuchets and scorpion crossbows in Viserysburg?" Viserys asked.
Whether from Pentos or Myr, Viserys had managed to recruit a great many skilled professionals.
In this era, land was vast and people sparse, so there was no shortage of large timber. Moreover, Western ancient castles were built on stone foundations, using relatively little wood.
"The smaller scorpion crossbows and trebuchets are ready. Only four of the largest trebuchets are currently being assembled, and they are expected to be ready before the war," the Chief Craftsman guaranteed.