Chapter 63: Kidnapping

"You mean..."

"She wants to kidnap me?"

Viserys sat on the bed with a somewhat peculiar expression on his face.

He looked down at the woman who had been pushed to the ground by the soldiers. She was wearing disheveled clothes, her hair unkempt, and she held a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, who was now crying loudly due to the fright.

The sharp cries of the human infant pierced the eardrums and were indeed invigorating. Viserys felt a headache coming on.

He then gestured to a soldier nearby to take the child from the woman and bring it to another room.

However, the woman was unwilling to hand over her child to the soldier, and she let out an unintelligible scream, trying to snatch the baby back.

But she was once again kicked to the ground, and she covered her stomach as she writhed in pain on the floor.

Viserys had watched this entire scene, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he said nothing.

If the woman really was a kidnapper or a slave trader, she indeed deserved severe punishment.

"Yes, my lord."

The woman's child had been taken to another room, and the cabin was temporarily quiet. Another soldier heard Viserys' words, nodded, and began to explain.

"We checked her ticket. She should have disembarked at Pentos but had not left the ship."

"This morning, as the ship was preparing to leave Pentos, she sneaked up to your room with ill intentions."

"Perhaps she planned to kidnap you and escape as the ship was about to leave Pentos."

Perhaps? Possibly?

Viserys listened to the soldier's words, his brow still furrowed. Such a matter should not be judged with such vague conclusions.

Viserys then saw the soldier, as if by magic, pull a bundle of rope and a dagger from his sleeve.

"My lord, these were found on her."

The outcome was now clear. It seemed that her intentions were indeed malicious.

Viserys closed his mouth, and his gaze returned to the woman.

She did not have the slender figure and enchanting curves of other women. Instead, she appeared somewhat sturdy, with black hair, a flat nose, and a few freckles scattered across her face.

The woman's hair was messy, and her clothes were disheveled. But Viserys would rather believe it was not for any sinister reason but to facilitate feeding her child.

Viserys now remembered who the woman was.

Although they had only met briefly in the cabin, Viserys had an excellent memory.

She was the woman who had been breastfeeding her child when he first boarded the ship and toured it. She had been sitting on the deck, leaning against the ship's railing, openly exposing her body to feed her child.

Viserys had exchanged glances with her at that time, and since then, he had not encountered her again, as far as he could recall.

This woman had set her sights on him?

Why?

Reflected in his pale purple eyes was the ugly, sturdy woman, who was now sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach in pain, also looking at Viserys.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to pause for a second.

"Your eyes possess astonishing magical power."

"This unknown 'lord.'"

The woman, sitting on the ground and clutching her stomach, suddenly spoke up.

This was the first time she had spoken since being captured. Even when she had struggled with the soldier over her child and been kicked, she had only muttered unintelligibly but had not spoken a word.

The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse and rough, like the sound of metal scraping against each other, yet the words she spoke took Viserys by surprise.

"What?!"

The young king, who had been so calm just moments ago, nearly sat up straight in bed.

However, he soon realized that the woman was speaking in Valyrian and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Targaryen family spoke Valyrian as their mother tongue, but the Targaryen soldiers did not. They still spoke the Common Tongue of Westeros.

The soldiers didn't understand what the woman was saying, only hearing her mumbling unintelligible words, like some sort of spell. Annoyed, they instinctively wanted to beat the criminal who was attempting to harm the boy.

Yet Viserys stopped their actions.

"Wait."

The blue-haired boy sat on the bed, somewhat uneasy.

He then jumped down and walked in front of the woman, looking at her with piercing eyes.

Then, using Valyrian, he asked seriously.

"What... did you just say?"

In contrast to Viserys, the disheveled-haired woman took a few deep breaths and became much calmer.

She looked at the boy who walked up to her and spoke again with her raspy voice.

"It is a very rare gift, my lord. There is no need for you to panic."

"I don't know how many people wish to obtain such a gift but cannot find a way."

"Moreover, it seems you have already realized the power in your own eyes."

Although the woman's face was ugly, she undoubtedly possessed exceptional cleverness and a talent for deception.

Through her keen observations, she saw Viserys' facial expressions and deduced that he had long been aware of the magical power within his eyes. He was only astonished that she had discovered it.

The woman looked at Viserys and, without waiting for him to speak, added again.

"I believe you now understand that I had no ill intentions towards you."

The woman was also curious about Viserys' identity.

From their first encounter, she had noticed the extraordinary power within the boy's eyes.

She had been hiding and secretly observing Viserys ever since.

During this time, she saw clearly that Braavosi officials were accompanying Viserys, as well as a skilled water dancer swordsman who instructed the boy in swordsmanship.

What sort of nobleman's son could command such attention?

It was only on the last day when she tried to approach Viserys to uncover the secrets he carried that she was discovered by his guards.

The woman struggled and resisted, but was ultimately captured and brought before the boy.

However, this also gave her the opportunity to speak with him face-to-face.

"Is that so?"

Viserys had been panicked for a second when he heard that the woman had discovered his secret.

But his state of mind quickly stabilized.

Upon hearing the woman's explanation that she had no intention of kidnapping him, the boy's brow furrowed slightly.

He then looked at the rope and dagger thrown on the floor.

No ill intentions...

What did she want, then, approaching him with those items in secret? .