Tyrion followed Viserys's pointing finger, and his gaze finally settled on a dragon named Meraxes.
The dragon was lying on the ground, watching him curiously with golden eyes. Its scales were copper-yellow, gleaming with an ancient luster in the moonlight. It was beautiful.
"Viserys, can you tell me something?" Tyrion suddenly asked as he looked at the dragon before him.
"Go ahead." Viserys was in a good mood, so he did not mind giving this character, who had featured so prominently in the original story, a chance to speak.
"Have you already arranged everything that will happen after I die, too?" Tyrion forced himself to keep his eyes fixed on Viserys.
"You're clever. In fact, the moment you left King's Landing, Varys's men began spreading the news throughout the city. By tomorrow morning, everyone in King's Landing will know that their Lord Hand and House Lannister abandoned them and fled in secret."
Tyrion froze for a moment, then laughed. There was admiration in his laughter, along with resignation and a trace of bitterness. "Good. Very good. I thought I was clever, but you made a fool of me from beginning to end."
Tyrion stood where he was, the moonlight stretching his shadow until it looked like that of an ordinary man. As he watched Viserys, he suddenly felt a strange sense of relief.
"Do you know something, Viserys?" he continued. "Sometimes, I really envy you. You have dragons, armies, everything you could want. You don't have to struggle to survive in a family that will never accept you, as I do, using what little wit you have to scheme against everyone and please everyone, just to stay alive."
He paused, his voice growing softer. "But you were wrong about one thing. I didn't come to see you tonight just to