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The sun made a half-hearted attempt to pierce the Braavosi gloom, casting weak, dappled light across the courtyard. It was a day of iron and sweat.
Clang!
The sound of blunt steel meeting steel rang out with bone-jarring frequency. Viserys Targaryen, his silver-white hair now a sharp, utilitarian crop, moved with a predatory grace that made even the seasoned Ser Roland Lake sweat.
"Watch your flank, Your Majesty!" Roland grunted, swinging a heavy training sword in a wide, punishing arc.
Viserys didn't just see the blow; he felt the intent behind it. His Insight talent was a silent hum in the back of his mind, translating the displacement of air and the tension in Roland's shoulders into a map of the immediate future. He parried the strike with a jarring impact, the lead-filled training blade vibrating in his hand.
Syrio Forel and Moro watched from the stone steps, their eyes tracking the dance. While the Water Dance was a needle's prick, the Westerosi Iron Dance was a storm. Viserys was learning to bridge the two. He wore a newly acquired suit of plate over a padded gambeson—a heavy, sweltering "iron can" that Roland insisted was the only way to survive a real battlefield.
Roland, despite his age, fought with the desperate strength of a man who had nothing left but his vengeance. But Viserys had the Glutton's gifts. He was faster, his stamina bolstered by the essence of dragonbone and sea snail. He adopted a strategy of tactical erosion, circling the older knight, forcing him to move, to turn, and to waste breath.
When Roland's rhythm finally faltered, Viserys didn't just strike—he surged. He ducked under a tired swing and slammed his shoulder into the knight's chest piece. Roland went down with a heavy, metallic crash.
"Viserys! Viserys!" the girls cheered from their stools.
"A beautiful win, Your Majesty," Roland panted, waving a hand in surrender as servants moved in to unbuckle their armor. The knight's face was etched with pride. "To master the lance and the longsword is one thing, but to balance it with that Braavosi sorcery... you are becoming something the Usurper will never see coming."
Later, as the Myrish fire soothed his aching limbs, Viserys called up his internal tally. The numbers were no longer those of a desperate boy.
[VISERYS TARGARYEN]
Age: 14
Profession: Fate Reverser (Beginner), Water Dancer (Proficient), Singer (Master), Gourmet (Legendary)
Attributes: Strength 2.2 | Toughness 2.2 | Agility 2.3 | Spirit 1.7
Special Talents: Glutton, God of Gastronomy, Insight
He had become a "Hexagon Warrior." Most men were lucky to excel in one facet; Viserys was becoming a balanced engine of war. He lacked the "Dragon Dreamer" or "Unburnt" traits of his ancestors, but he suspected those fires were merely dormant, waiting for a dragon egg to act as a hearth.
His reverie was broken by the arrival of two gifts. The first came from Nightingale: a water tank containing a pair of massive, dark brown sea king crabs. They were monsters of the deep, harvested from the lethal cold of the Shivering Sea.
"Repayment for the beauty of your song," her elegant script read.
"Sea king crabs," Syrio noted, his eyes lighting up. "Expensive, dangerous to catch, and rare in this season. Nightingale is showing her teeth—and her favor."
Viserys sensed the power in the crabs. Like the sea snails, these were creatures of the depths, and for the Glutton, they promised another layer of resilience.
But it was the second gift that changed the air in the room. It was an invitation, but not of paper and ink alone. On the back of the heavy vellum was embedded a single, flawless Black Pearl.
"The Black Pearl," Moro whispered, his voice full of awe. "The premier Courtesan. The descendant of the Unworthy King and the Pirate Queen."
Viserys ran his thumb over the pearl. Nightingale had provided gold and dragonbone, but the Black Pearl was the ultimate gatekeeper of Braavosi high society. Her invitation was not a request; it was a summons to the highest circle of the city.
"The Nightingale sings," Viserys thought, looking at the pearl. "But it seems the Black Pearl wants to know if the dragon can do more than just whistle."
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