Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Just as he was about to return to his room, Beller suddenly stopped and said seriously, "Sister, I need a dragon."

"A dragon powerful enough to intimidate Damon and House Targaryen, a dragon that can enhance royal authority!"

"But you are only six years old. It is too dangerous to tame a dragon. Even our grandfather, known as the brave Prince Belron, was only able to tame Vaghar when he was a teenager."

Renilla does not deny her brother's determination to tame the dragon and protect the family.

But he is too young now, and neither Vomisol, Silverwing, nor Dreamfire are too dangerous for him.

"Sister, it will be too late then!"

"Even if I'm willing to wait several years, what about the sea serpents? What about Damon? Would they be willing?!"

Their father laid bare the kingdom's situation before them, revealing both internal and external troubles, as well as the insufficient strength of the royal family, which was a problem that had to be addressed.

Moreover, as the crown prince, if the prince himself is not powerful enough and does not have a dragon as a deterrent, the slaves of the trading city-states may not even respect the dignity and authority of the royal family, and may even come up and trample on him at will.

Renilla knelt down in front of Baylor and gently pressed her forehead against his.

"My dear brother, I understand your anxiety, but have you ever thought about this?"

"What if the dragon you wish to tame refuses you, or becomes enraged, leading to the most unfortunate consequences..."

At this point, Renilla became visibly agitated.

"What will happen to my father? What will happen to the Targaryen family? What will happen to me?!"

"Baelor, please wait a little longer, okay?"

Beller took a deep breath and, under Renilla's concerned gaze, slowly nodded.

"Okay, I'll wait a bit."

"But if anything unexpected happens at Stone Steps Islands, sister, you mustn't stop me from taming the dragon!"

Danger as it may be, the benefits and prestige that come with surviving this ordeal are immeasurable.

"I promise you." Renilla finally smiled.

The siblings snuggled together for a while, then said goodbye and returned to their respective rooms.

……

On the way back, Baylor was still thinking about taming dragons.

Although he had promised Renilla he would wait for a while, there was a very true saying in the ancient books of the Citadel: time is the most precious treasure for everyone.

With the family facing such a crisis, Baylor cannot wait until he is a teenager. That would not be self-preservation, but pushing his entire family into a fire pit.

"I must possess a dragon that belongs only to me!"

When it comes to dragons, the first thing that comes to mind for Beller isn't Vormisor and Silverwing, but the wild dragon—Glutton—that has haunted his dreams since he was two years old and nearly drove him to a mental breakdown.

During his time back in King's Landing training, Viserys and Rhaenyra shared a great deal of knowledge with him about taming dragons and how to live with them.

Taming wild dragons is the most difficult task. Because they have never been in contact with humans, their fighting strength, wildness, and ability to evade are unmatched by the dragons of Dragonstone.

Moreover, Beller had a strange feeling about the Glutton, like the lifelong bond between Renilla and her dragon Syracuse, or the mutual adjustment between rider and dragon.

"Never mind that, let's find the glutton first."

Baylor pushed open the door, preparing to have Larry send a reliable messenger to inquire about the relevant information the next day.

As soon as he stepped inside, a soft, cuddly little girl rushed into his arms, clutching a red book.

"Helena? Why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing in my room?"

"Brother, I can't sleep. Can you tell me a story?"

Helena wrapped her arms around Baylor's neck and nuzzled his face affectionately.

Since Baylor came to the Red Keep, Helena, the usually quiet and somewhat eccentric little girl, has finally found her place.

Aside from sleeping, Helena wished she could cling to Baylor.

Baylor was not offended by this dependent expression.

Because back in the old town, he had the same feelings for his sister Renilla.

What story would you like to hear?

Helena handed a red book to Baylor, then smiled and pointed to the left, where Aegon was sneakily eating snacks.

"He wanted to hear this chronicle of the dragon kings, told in ancient Valyrian."

Baelor turned his head and looked, seemingly unable to believe that the lazy and good-for-nothing Aegon was actually interested in the history of ancient Valyria.

"I have no problem speaking."

"Aegon, have you passed your Valyrian language exam?"

Upon hearing this, Aegon quickly swallowed the cream cake in his mouth and said in a serious tone, "I am a Targaryen, how could I not know Valyrian!"

"Brother, Aegon is lying to you. He only knows a few simple words."

Helena stood aside, ruthlessly exposing Aegon's pretentious act.

"You silly girl, I'm your own brother!"

Aegon raised his hand, ready to rush forward, but because Helena was hiding behind Baylor, he had no choice but to obediently stand still as punishment.

Baylor clicked his tongue in exasperation. "Aegon, you get back to your room right now and wait for me to come find you in person tomorrow."

Aegon was furious. "Baelor, I haven't made any fatal mistake, why are you treating me differently?!"

"I can't be bothered to talk to you, you don't deserve to listen."

Baylor maintained the smile befitting an elder brother, grabbed Aegon by the front of his shirt with one hand, turned around, and threw him out the door.

"Ser Illicium, please escort Prince Aegon back to his room."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Illic nodded respectfully, then turned to Aegon and said, "Prince, please don't put me in a difficult position."

At that moment, Aegon felt as if a million alpacas were galloping through his mind.

Unfortunately, the other party turned out to be his older brother and the heir to the Iron Throne.

According to the information given by his mother, Prince Beller is a very ruthless and vengeful prince. If you don't obey his orders, you might be sold off one day and left with nothing but your underwear!

Whenever he thought of this, Aegon felt the hairs on his body stand on end and quickly returned to his warm room.

……

inside the room.

Beller leaned against the bedside and earnestly told Helena, who was nestled in his arms, the legend of the "Fourteen Fire Peaks" in ancient Valyrian language.

"Brother, does possessing dragons mean that the Valyrian Dragonflight family is omnipotent?"

After a brief moment of thought, Baylor came up with a very good analogy.

"If dragons are likened to sharp swords, then we Targaryen family are the ones who wield those swords."

"No matter how powerful this sword is, it still needs someone to wield it personally and use it on the battlefield!"

"Otherwise, it's just a decorative item that can only be looked at but not used."

When the word "decorative object" came up, Beller suddenly remembered that the reason why his father was wary of the Valerian family was not only because they had a powerful naval fleet, but also because they possessed far more dragons than the royal family and were skilled in battle.

The key to quantity lies in the Targaryens who ride dragons!

He, Helena, Aegon, and the infant Aymond will all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, become dragon riders for the royal family in the future.

But in terms of priority, Beller preferred Helena.

After all, there's a quirky little sister who only likes to cling to her brother, and a younger brother who just wants to loaf around and do nothing all day.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a multiple-choice question.

Of course, Beller wasn't stupid. The prerequisite for his sister and brother to become dragon riders was that he himself had to become a dragon rider first!