Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 128 Rhaegar Targaryen

The atmosphere on the training ground was intense and rigid, filled with the clanging of metal, heavy footsteps, and shouts of soldiers. Yet, amidst this cacophony of masculinity and power, there was a quiet corner that seemed out of place.

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen did not focus on martial arts and forging like ordinary nobles.

Rega sat alone on a low, weathered crumbling section of the ancient city wall, his beloved harp resting gracefully in his lap. His long, slender fingers gently plucked the strings, producing a melancholic and ethereal melody that seemed to carry the ashes of the Summer Hall and the sorrow of a distant dream, miraculously carving out a small, independent sanctuary for his emotions in this training ground filled with sweat and killing intent.

Lisa stood quietly a short distance away, listening intently, deeply captivated by the beautiful music. She, too, had once been a young lady from a wealthy family and had enjoyed the performances of many renowned musicians.

As the music ended and its lingering notes faded away, she couldn't help but whisper in admiration, her voice filled with genuine emotion: "Your Highness, your musical skill is truly extraordinary. It seems to touch the deepest strings of the human heart; it's incredibly moving."

Rega looked up, a faint glimmer of gratitude flashing in his ever-melancholy purple eyes.

He nodded slightly, showing little joy at the praise, as if the music was more of an inner necessity for him than a skill to please others.

"Thank you for your compliment, Miss Lisa," his voice was as gentle as his piano playing, "Music can sometimes express the unspeakable better than swords."

Compared to the intense clashes on the training field, he seemed more immersed in the brief and tranquil inner world that the sound of the strings could create.

Lisa was very surprised that Prince Réga did not look down on her because of her status as a maid. On the contrary, he chatted with Lisa very patiently and answered her questions about the music she had just heard.

On the training grounds of Dragonstone, Euron Greyjoy faced an unprecedented forging.

His opponents were three legendary Kingsguard members clad in white robes. They represented almost the pinnacle of military might on the continent of Westeros, each possessing epic exploits and undeniable strength.

The training schedule was rigorous and efficient: mornings focused on swordsmanship, while afternoons were dedicated to spear training.

In the dawn light, the cold glint of the sword's edge began to shine.

Euron, wielding two swords of similar weight and length to Sakura and Muku, faced the exquisite attacks of Ser Arthur Dayne's famous "Dawn" greatsword, Ser Gerald Hightower's steady, mountain-like defense and counterattacks, and Ser Oswell Heaney's seasoned and experienced entanglement, sweating profusely.

The clang of metal against metal was deafening; every parry sent shivers down his spine, and every dodge determined victory or defeat. Under the combined guidance of these three masters, Euron's combat-derived, highly efficient, and ruthless dual-sword style was pushed to its limits, drawing endless nourishment from it.

As the afternoon sun grew scorching, training shifted to the lance. Heavy lances were gripped in their hands, and warhorses were repeatedly spurred on, charging towards the practice targets held in shifts by the Iron Guards.

Each collision was like thunder striking a shield, the recoil requiring the full strength of the body to absorb. Sir Gerald would point out the subtle inconsistencies in his exertion, Sir Oswell would share the secrets of controlling breathing and rhythm, and Sir Arthur's incredibly precise interceptions and counterattacks gave him a profound understanding of the absolute dominance of a top knight on horseback.

For Euron, these daily clashes with the pinnacle of the White Robes were far more valuable than any reward from Harrenhal.

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen would often join in the rigorous training on Dragonstone, thus giving Euron Greyjoy the opportunity to spar with him personally.

Whether in foot combat with swordsmanship or on horseback with a long spear, Rhaegar's skills were impeccable. Every movement of his was precise and elegant, as if measured by the most rigorous standards. His strength, agility, and stamina were all balanced at an extremely high level. If measured by some cold standard, each stat might be stable at around thirty points, only slightly inferior to the inhuman strength of "Sword of the Morning" Arthur Dayne.

However, after several encounters, a cold glint of insight appeared in Euron's eyes. He discovered a fatal flaw in this perfect prince.

Rhaegar's swordsmanship was textbook precise, yet lacked the decisive urge to kill; his spear charge was powerful and imposing, but lacked the ruthless determination to unseat his opponent at all costs. In all his movements, Euron sensed no murderous intent—that primal drive from the depths of his soul, a drive solely aimed at defeating and even destroying his opponent.

Rega's battles were more like a noble artistic performance than a life-or-death struggle for survival.

Euron coldly judged in his heart: a sword without killing intent, a lance without the desire to win, no matter how magnificent, is meaningless on a real battlefield of life and death. This is perhaps the most fundamental difference between a prince bound by prophecy and music and a warrior who grows up in iron and blood.

The flaws that Euron could see were surely known to Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, who had been guarding Rhaegar for years. He saw all of this, but came to a completely different conclusion from Euron.

In Arthur's eyes, Rhaegar's fighting style, lacking any deadly intent, was not a weakness, but rather an extension of his pure, kind, and noble nature. This perfect knight attributed it to the prince possessing a heart unwilling to easily destroy life, and even showing a touch of mercy towards his enemies.

Arthur was not worried at all; on the contrary, he was convinced that this was proof that Rhaegar Targaryen would become a wise king.

He once privately expressed this belief to Ser Gerald Hightower: "A monarch who finds it difficult to kill his enemies will treat his lords and commoners with ten times the empathy and kindness. His sword is not drawn for killing, but for protection and order. This is not weakness, Sir, but a greater strength."

Arthur sees this "flaw" as the cornerstone of future benevolent governance, a precious beacon of light in a chaotic era. This almost obsessive belief also transforms Arthur's protection of Rhaegar beyond duty into a selfless act imbued with idealism.

Euron underwent rigorous training on Dragonstone day after day for nearly a month. The constant clashes with top-tier fighters like the Kingsguard greatly pushed and stimulated Euron's potential. Euron could clearly feel that his strength had genuinely improved through these battles, and checking through the One Piece System, he indeed found that both his strength and stamina had increased slightly.

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