Kapitel 180: Chapter 179: Ramsay Snow
"Lord Ramsay."
In a dark and damp room, a candle was lit.
A young man with long black hair and a gloomy face was sitting at a wooden table, reading a book.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door of his room.
Knock knock.
The young man in the room heard the knocking and slightly raised his head, squinting in the direction of the door. He then put down the book and rubbed his cheeks.
He glanced at the bronze mirror on the table and saw that his cold expression had softened. Satisfied, he spoke politely.
"Please come in."
Upon hearing Ramsay's voice,
Creak.
The shabby door was pushed open, and a soldier wearing leather armor entered, holding a letter in his hand.
"Lord Ramsay."
"His Majesty asked me to deliver this letter to you and has requested that you investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Oh?"
The young man called Ramsay took the letter and pulled out the paper from the already opened envelope. He looked over the contents and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that His Majesty does not trust these people from Pentos."
"However, this is also a test His Majesty has set for me."
Ramsay raised his head, looked at the castle guard, and spoke confidently.
"Please tell the king that Ramsay Snow will certainly not disappoint his expectations."
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In fact, ever since Viserys established a foothold on the continent of Essos, some nobles had been secretly contacting him.
This included nobles who were dissatisfied with the current situation, as well as families who were truly loyal to the Targaryens.
Among these families secretly in contact with the Targaryens, the largest one was undoubtedly House Martell from Dorne.
Over the years, although Andalos still bore the low-interest or even interest-free loans from the Iron Bank, the support from Braavos had essentially vanished.
Perhaps Braavos had its concerns, as they only wanted to use the Targaryens to disrupt the unity of the Seven Kingdoms and definitely did not want to cultivate a dominating ruler on the continent of Essos.
However, Viserys' power had expanded greatly, gaining the support of the Andals and the Rhoynar, even restoring the territory of the ancient Kingdom of Andalos. He could no longer be described merely as a city-state but could truly be called a kingdom.
This expansion had exceeded Braavos' expectations, and even divisions had arisen within Braavos' internal forces, with some people feeling worried.
If Viserys did not pursue the Iron Throne and restore his own kingdom as they had hoped, and instead chose to stay and build another great nation on the continent of Essos,
What should they do?
Therefore, although the contact between Braavos and Andalos had not decreased in recent years, financial support had long since stopped.
Dorne, on the other hand, differed from Braavos. Their support for Viserys had never waned.
Prince Doran Martell seemed to be truly loyal to the Targaryens and wanted to avenge his siblings.
However, Dorne's support for all these years had not come without conditions.
The new year was approaching, and Viserys would soon reach his sixteenth birthday, the age of adulthood. .
At that time, Viserys could no longer use his young age as an excuse to avoid marriage, not just with Oberyn, but even his mistress brought up the topic every now and then.
The lady involved in the political marriage with Viserys was none other than Arianne Martell, the eldest daughter of Prince Doran, who was a year younger than Viserys.
When Viserys would celebrate his coming of age next year, Arianne would be exactly fifteen.
Meanwhile, Viserys had never announced his heir. He had secretly told the commander of the Dragonstone fleet that he wanted to designate his sister Daenerys as his heir.
Dorne, on the other hand, openly and covertly hoped to forge closer ties with Rhaenys, seemingly intending to support her position within Viserys' camp.
In simple terms, Rhaenys had the backing of her maternal family or, in short, her 'maiden family.'
After all, Rhaenys' mother Elia Martell was the sister of Prince Doran.
Prince Doran had even mentioned in a previous letter his desire to have Rhaenys stay in Dorne for a while, as he wanted to see the child for himself.
However, Prince Doran's request was tactfully rejected by Viserys, who argued that Rhaenys was indeed too young to travel such a long distance.
Before Viserys hatched his dragons, he had already received secret contacts from a small portion of the Westerosi nobility. After the news of his dragons reached the Seven Kingdoms, such covert contacts came pouring in like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
This was the significant change brought by the dragons. After all, the Targaryens had ruled this land for over 280 years, and the idea of dragons symbolizing the true king was deeply ingrained. It was not something that usurpers could change in just six or seven years of occupying the country.
Among them was a young man named Ramsay Snow.
He was not much older than Viserys, but for the sake of the ambition and discontent in his chest, he was willing to take risks and travel to the faraway Andalos in search of a turning point in his life.
He didn't want to remain a lowly bastard; he wanted to become a noble.
Ramsay's identity as a humble bastard was quite unique, and the forces he represented behind him were even more special.
Not long ago, Viserys had met with him privately, and based on his understanding of Ramsay, arranged a suitable job for him.
The underground intelligence agency of Andalos.
After the incident with Gilly Lannister, Viserys realized the importance of organizing internal affairs. Otherwise, his place would be like a public toilet, accessible to anyone.
As Viserys was worried about who to appoint as the first commander of this newly established, and not yet fully staffed 'Internal Affairs Department,'
Ramsay, with his ambition, suddenly appeared before Viserys.
Ramsay Snow was a common name for a lowly bastard in the North.
However, he had another alias in Viserys' camp.
'Little Flayer.'
He was the illegitimate son of Roose Bolton, the Lord of the Dreadfort and the current head of House Bolton.
As a family that once ruled the North, the Bolton Lord was ambitious but did not dare to openly contact the Targaryens. Instead, he sent his bastard son Ramsay to Andalos to show his sincerity.
"The Bolton family still remembers the former king, and your loyal Dreadfort is ready to strike back at any time."
Ramsay Snow was prostrating on the ground, banging his head repeatedly, to the point that blood even began to flow from his forehead.
"I, Ramsay Snow, am willing to be your grace's loyal dog."
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