hotmtlnovel Chapter 269: First Visit to Volantis
Chapter 269: First Visit to Volantis
Chapter 269: First Visit to Volantis
Leaving the throne room, the servants quickly summoned Grand Maester Mellos.
In the king's chambers, Maester Mellos arrived with a satchel and several young auxiliary maesters. Viserys leaned back on a bench, one hand covering his forehead, the other resting on the round table for the maester to examine.
"Your Grace, the wound is deep this time," Mellos said, his old face creased with concern as he carefully inspected the cut and prepared medicine to clean it.
Viserys endured the pain and sighed, "Thank you, Grand Maester."
Despite his words, he was troubled inside. Not having been cut by the Iron Throne for some time had made him complacent, and now this open wound was a stark reminder of his vulnerability. He feared it would be conspicuous to the courtiers, adding to his burdens.
With few words, Mellos dried the blood and applied crushed herbs to the wound.
"Grand Maester, the bandages you requested," an assistant said, handing him a roll of sterilized bandages.
Mellos glanced at the young man and silently began to bind the king's hand. The attendant, a dark-skinned young man with short stubble and a gray robe, watched intently.
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"Silence, Orwyle!" Mellos scolded, his eyes flashing a warning.
The young man, Orwyle, quickly bowed his head and fell silent.
"Your Grace, avoid getting the wound wet and abstain from greasy or spicy foods," Mellos advised, packing up his supplies and leading his assistants out of the room.
Viserys forced a smile, trying to hide his irritation as the door closed, leaving the room in silence.
Outside the chambers, Ser Erryk, clad in silver armor and white robes, stood guard. After Cole's departure, he had been appointed Commander of the Kingsguard, charged with the King's personal security.
Suddenly, a choking cough erupted from the chambers, the sound harsh and desperate.
Erryk's face darkened with worry. The king's health was failing, and he often found it difficult to sleep without the aid of wine.
The coughing subsided after a while. Viserys' irritated voice broke the silence, "Erryk, get me some wine. My chest is suffocating!"
"Yes, Your Grace!" Erryk replied, bowing before finding a servant to carry out the order.
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The Summer Sea
Daemon had warned that the people of Volantis were likely to reject the Targaryens. Rhaegar planned to keep a low profile, avoiding undue attention with the Cannibal, and conceal his visit to Volantis to avoid provoking the Triarchy. These were standard diplomatic tactics, and he expected nothing less.
...
It was dusk. A caravan of merchants carrying food entered the western part of Volantis. At the head of the caravan walked a tall, silver-haired young man in black robes. This was Rhaegar, who had separated from the Cannibal and used the caravan as a guide to enter the city-state.
"So this is Volantis," Rhaegar muttered, disappointment evident in his voice. The crowded harbor assaulted his senses with the pungent stench of rotting fish, flowers, feces, and decay. It was no better than King's Landing before the street reform program.
He mingled with the crowd, listening to the vendors' shouts along the filthy streets, wandering aimlessly. Volantis, once an outpost of the Freehold, bore the marks of its Dragonlord heritage. The city, situated at the mouth of the Rhoyne River, was divided into two districts by the fast-flowing waters.
Rhaegar found himself in the western district, a place of squalor. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of poverty—feces, urine, garbage, beggars. The harbor was teeming with ships from across the world, and the clamor of sailors and porters filled the air.
He soon learned that the western side was home to mercenaries, foreigners, slaves, and commoners, and that law and order was abysmal. "Out of the way, out of the way, the Tiger Cloak Army is patrolling, everyone out of the way!" a loud voice suddenly shouted. The already chaotic street became frenzied as slaves and civilians scurried to the corners.
Rhaegar blended into the crowd, using his height to peer over their heads. A common city guard marched through the street, brandishing short clubs and boasting loudly. Each guard bore a tiger tattoo on his cheek, the likely origin of their name, the Tiger Army.
Volantis was a city rich in tattoo culture. High officials, merchants, commoners, and slaves all had tattoos on their faces and bodies. High-ranking individuals had tattoos that symbolized their accomplishments and strength, while slaves were marked to indicate their roles, branding them with a lifetime of shame.
Daemon had often spoken of the harsh life of slaves in Volantis. From what Rhaegar observed, slaves far outnumbered free citizens in the city.
"I need to find a place to stay before nightfall," Rhaegar thought, shaking off his thoughts. He made his way to the eastern district, guided by a passerby. The eastern district was home to old nobles, warriors, and wealthy merchants.
The walk felt too slow, and he feared he wouldn't make it in time. Just then, he saw something promising ahead.
Half an hour later, a carriage drawn by dwarf elephants made its way through the Western District and arrived at a long, wide bridge. The bridge spanned the fast-flowing River Rhoyne, supported by massive pillars, and stretched out as flat as a continent.
At the entrance was an arch of black boulders decorated with monstrous designs-dragons, lion- and scorpion-tailed beasts, sphinxes, and other fantastic creatures.
The dwarven elephant caravan paid the toll, and a slave with wheel tattoos on his head led the elephants onto the mighty bridge. Rhaegar poked his head out of the curtain, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
The bridge, constructed by the Valyrian consuls centuries ago, connected the Old Town and the West Town. Seeing this impressive structure for the first time, Rhaegar was captivated by its scale. The bridge was wide enough for two carriages to pass each other comfortably.
"It's not as grand as Harrenhal, but it's one of the Nine Wonders of the World," Rhaegar mused, his tone serious. Comparing it to his own giant castle, he found himself pondering the significance of the long bridge.
Westeros boasted many legendary structures: House Arryn's Eyrie, House Baratheon's Storm's End, House Lannister's Casterly Rock, and the Great Wall that had stood for thousands of years, protecting the realm from the cold threats of the north.
Each of these wonders, Rhaegar thought, was more majestic than this long bridge.