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The tawny walls of Viserysgrad rose from the right bank of the Upper Rhoyne, a jagged silhouette of stone and ambition against the rolling green of the Velvet Hills. The black-and-red dragon banner snapped in the wind, a heraldic challenge to the wilderness.
Viserys had spent the last few weeks transforming the old bandit camp into a functional fortress. While they lacked the resources for the intricate secret passages found in the Red Keep or Griffin's Roost, they had done much with the raw granite and river sand at their disposal. The walls were heightened, reinforced with gravel-packed foundations, and crowned with four towering wooden watchtowers.
Inside the perimeter, the camp hummed with the sounds of a nascent war machine: the rhythmic ring of the Tyroshi blacksmith's hammer, the whinnying of horses in the stables, and the gruff shouts of men training on the newly cleared grounds.
Viserys sat in the central lord's chamber, grimacing as he tasted the local Andal red wine. It was a sour, astringent vintage that bit at the tongue. He looked at the window, his mind already calculating the next move.
"When we were digging river sand, I saw Andal natives peeking from the woods," Ser Roland Lake reported, his hand resting on his sword hilt. "They are watching us like wolves. I should take a patrol into the forest and flush them out."
"No," Viserys said, his violet eyes narrowing. "Taking the initiative in their woods is a fool's errand. They know the terrain; we do not. We would be playing the role of the Arryn knights in the Mountains of the Moon—charging into an ambush for the sake of 'glory.'"
Viserys stood and traced the perimeter of his map. "We will use the Hammer and Anvil. This castle is our anvil. We will lure them into striking it, and once they are broken against our walls, we shall be the hammer that crushes them."
"You want to bait them," Roland realized.
"Exactly. Have the men continue to cut logs and dig sand. Let us look burdened, distracted, and exhausted. When the sun sets, they will think the 'Beggar King' and his fishermen are sleeping off their labor. That is when we strike."
Viserys's strategy was cold and pragmatic. He knew that the local bandit gangs, though fragmented, were a threat to his supply lines. If he tried to hunt them, they would vanish. If he invited them to dinner, he could end the threat in a single night.
"I will lead the cavalry charge personally," Viserys declared.
"Your Majesty, that is too dangerous," Roland protested. "I can lead the—"
"I am the King," Viserys interrupted, his voice like iron. "A King who does not bleed with his men is not a King they will follow to the Iron Throne. Think of the Brotherhood of the Kingswood; they thrived because the people sheltered them. We are outsiders here. We must prove that our steel is sharper than their forest ghosts."
As night encroached and the Velvet Hills were swallowed by shadow, Viserysgrad underwent a silent transformation.
The soldiers, ostensibly retiring to their tents after a day of backbreaking work, kept their mail shirts on beneath their tunics. Shields were propped against tent poles; spears were kept within arm's reach. Syrio Forel moved through the barracks, organizing the infantry deployment with the silent grace of a shadow, while Roland prepared the horses in the rear stables.
Viserys didn't sleep in the lord's chambers. He stayed in a command tent among his men, feeling the weight of the air. He stepped outside, looking up at the carpet of stars. He felt the gaze of the wilderness—a primal, hungry presence watching from the tree line.
He gripped the hilt of his sword. He had defeated the Titan's Bastard in a waltz of steel, but this was different. This was the first test of his reign. To defeat the Baratheons and the Dothraki, he first had to conquer the ghosts of the hills.
"Let them come," he whispered to the dark. "The dragon is awake."
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