Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Silverwing is a very suitable companion. When resting in Vormisor, it will even use a warning roar to keep the dragon guards away.

When they see a dragon flying in from afar, they will immediately get up, spread their wings, and prepare to fight the enemy.

Fortunately, the first dragon to land was the older Dreamfire.

Dragons are highly intelligent creatures and quite flexible in their emotions. In Silverwing's memory, Dreamfire was older than it, and the two had a wonderful time playing together.

Furthermore, Dreamfire did not adopt a hostile stance towards Silverwing, and since Silverwing was also a mother dragon, she did not pay too much attention to it.

The Glutton was different. Silverwing clearly sensed the aura of its kind on the other, and also remembered that this greedy dragon had devoured the corpse of its child.

"Roar—"

Silverwing immediately assumed a fighting stance, ready to attack the Glutton.

This time, instead of letting the two dragons kill each other, Bellor raised his hand and shouted out the "Dragon Taming Language" recorded in the Dragon King's family records.

"Keep quiet, Silverwing."

"Calm your anger, Silverwing."

To speak Dragon Tamer's language accurately, one must not only possess the blood of Ancient Valyria, but also have magic within that bloodline.

Based on records from those years, Baylor discovered that the Valyrians' ability to tame dragons was closely related to the magic in their blood.

However, after the ancient Valyrian catastrophe, the Targaryen family did not explore magic, but simply believed that they could conquer everything by relying on their proud dragons.

We're almost forgetting the skills our ancestors left us.

The moment Baylor uttered the incantation, the agitated Silverwing immediately withdrew its attack stance and became calm and approachable.

When he saw Baylor dismount from the gluttonous dragon's back, he even walked up to him affectionately and nuzzled him like a god.

"Alright, alright, this time, I'll take you all with me."

"It's always better to go out and see the world than to stay in this dragon's lair, eating and sleeping all day."

Ever since Baler discovered that Vormisor and Silverwing were close to him, he spent his days reading books, studying Valyrian magic, and looking through books to see if one person could tame a three-headed dragon.

Unfortunately, while the imagination is beautiful, the reality is harsh. There is no record in any ancient book that has been found that any family's dragon king could tame a three-headed dragon.

"Hiss—"

The Glutton stared at Beller with slight dissatisfaction, as if to say: You already have me, is it appropriate for you to go and seduce other dragons?

"Old buddy, don't be so jealous. I'm working so hard because I want to lure them both to the Free Trade City-State as well."

"At that time, whether it's the daily patrols or exploring the Dragon King's ruins in the Sea of ​​Smoke, we can achieve a righteous one-against-three victory!"

Heming, the founder of the Free Trade City, once said that the Sea of ​​Smoke was a "dragon's lair" shrouded in mist, from which eerie sounds could be heard from time to time.

Princess Iria's fate constantly reminds Baylor that there must still be living creatures in the Sea of ​​Smoke.

It could be a dragon, magic, a curse, or something shameful.

Shortly afterward, Vomisor awoke.

Compared to his previous easily angered nature, Beller could sense that he was very calm, like the calm sea outside Dragonstone.

Most importantly, the Vormisor, no longer slumbering on Dragonstone, shows signs of growth in its scales, skin, and size.

This proves that Baylor's plan to transform the dragon's lair was absolutely correct.

"Big brother, do you think Vomisol has gotten fatter than before?"

"Look at its chin and belly, it's almost as big as our father's," Egon said, scrutinizing it intently.

Vomisol's combat strength is indeed remarkable, and he is considered by outsiders to be the second strongest fighter after Vaghar.

But with that appearance, Aegon really didn't think much of it.

Could it be that none of the dragons in their Long family have a more distinctive appearance?

For example, characters like Kagerou, Terserion, or Dreamfire would also work.

They're so ugly and deformed that people who don't know them might think the Targaryens are generally unattractive.

"No, are you here to see the dragon or for a blind date?"

"No wonder, those noble ladies are unwilling to marry you. With your pickiness, I think you'll only be able to spend your life with a prostitute."

Baelor was always speechless at Aegon's astonishing way of thinking, unable to utter a single word.

"I call it having a discerning eye!"

"Look at us, among us younger generation, only you and my older sister are good-looking. The rest of us, who are rather unattractive, have to be top-notch to attract attention!"

Aegon was talking nonsense. Since the founding of House Targaryen, you could say they had different personalities, but there was absolutely no one who was ugly.

Even Baelor's father, Viserys, was pursued by many noble ladies in his youth and had many romantic affairs.

Baelor ignored Aegon and, after instructing the Dragon Guards to prepare enough sheep for their dragons, led his younger siblings to the main castle.

Before returning, Prince Bellows had sent a message in advance via raven, and the chefs had prepared a sumptuous feast, enough for the prince and princess to enjoy.

Beller ate slowly, browsing through the letters sent by ravens from the free trade city-states, lest he be caught off guard when he arrived.

"Brother, let's eat first. We can't finish reading all the letters. You should rest today; Darren and I will take care of it!"

Before Baylor could speak, Helena had already stepped down from the table and helped Baylor put the letter aside.

"Let's add Aegon to the list, so that the kid won't be so unreliable and end up in some woman's bed again."

Baelor valued his younger brother Aegon highly. Although the boy was usually unruly, he would never be a hindrance when it came to important matters.

"No, don't drag me into this competition! I'm just giving up. I want to be useless, I don't want to be the Hand of the King!"

Aegon's resistance was in vain. After dinner, Helena and Daren took him to the council chamber to sort through the mail.

Beller had some free time and prepared to go to the dragon's lair to find Vomisol.

It's such a waste not to take such a big, precious dragon out to work!

Since the transformation of the dragon's lair on Dragonstone began, the tamed dragons have spent most of their time flying freely outside, except when they return to their dens to sleep at night.

Wormisor and Silverwing were exceptions. Although these two dragons were without a master, they were extremely obedient to Beller's orders. Except that Beller had never ridden them, they were practically masters.

As soon as Beller approached, Vomisol stood up and, like Silverwing, affectionately touched him.

Baylor had read in a book that this was a unique way dragons greet each other, and only the rider or mate could make the dragon so intimate.

"Old buddy, long time no see."

"This time, you and Silverwing will come with me to the Free Trade City-State, how about it?"