Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Upon returning to Dragonstone, Baelor recounted the entire day's events to Viserys.

Upon hearing that his eldest son had narrowly escaped death by dragonfire, Viserys immediately summoned the Grand Maester and gave the prince a thorough medical examination.

After confirming there was no danger, Viserys breathed a sigh of relief and began to seriously consider the matter.

"It's unbelievable that the usually gentle Silverwing would attack you on its own initiative. There must be something fishy going on!"

"Perhaps it's related to that wild dragon called Glutton."

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Father, I think we should send more people to find out about that wild dragon as soon as possible, so that we can take precautions in advance."

Baylor knew that with his own strength and that of the Dragon Guard alone, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint the Glutton's exact location. He might as well take this opportunity to get his father to send more men.

Viserys nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'll send more people. I'll let you know in advance if anything happens."

With that, Viserys patted Baylor on the shoulder. "Don't be disappointed, my child. Silverwing isn't for you, but there's always the dragon Vormisor!"

Viserys felt a sense of relief upon hearing that his eldest son had failed to tame the Silverwing.

After all, although Silverwing is a dragon, it is easier to intimidate those families who covet the royal family compared to the powerful and already renowned Vormisor.

In particular, it served to intimidate the Valerian family.

Since the reign of King Renrui, the Valerian family has been the most powerful and wealthy family on the continent.

Now, with three dragons—Melias, Seasmoke, and Vagahar—at their command, their strength far surpasses that of the current Targaryen family.

On the other hand, the family only has two dragon riders, Rhaenyra and Damon. If their eldest son can tame another dragon, the Targaryen family will no longer fear the Valerian.

"Father, your dragon Belerien has been dead for a long time. Have you ever thought about taming another dragon?"

Baylor was well aware of Viserys's concerns.

As the patriarch of his family, he had tamed the most powerful dragon in his early years. Although he has passed away, that doesn't stop Viserys from taming a second one, and Silverwing would be a very good choice.

If successful, there will be three dragons, including Gluttony, Corakshyu, and Silverwing.

With Rhaenyra and Aegon and Helena, who will grow up sooner or later, the number and strength of the family's dragon riders easily crushed the Valerian family.

Viserys understood this principle perfectly well. But taming dragons was risky, and even if he had such an idea, the ministers of the Council of Kings would not agree.

"My child, I will seriously consider your suggestions. We are discussing you now."

"Vormitor is extremely violent. Successfully taming it will not only be a test of your strength, character, and courage, but the protection of the Seven Gods will also be a crucial aid."

Viserys patted his eldest son on the shoulder and gave him earnest instructions.

Baylor nodded, then left the room.

As luck would have it, he turned around and bumped into Aegon, who was acting suspiciously and was afraid of being discovered.

"What are you doing?"

Baylor looked speechlessly at his younger brother, who had little ambition but was quite foolish.

"Did you fail to make contact with Silverwing and are now preparing to tame Vormitor?!" Aegon stepped forward, his tone unusually serious.

"Speak your mind, or get out of here!" Baylor disliked his hesitant attitude.

Aegon looked around to make sure Alison and her maids weren't nearby, then quickly shoved a brand-new notebook into Baylor's hands.

"This is a guidebook on dragon taming that my mother and Otto gave me. I'm giving it to you today, hoping you will successfully tame a dragon!" Aegon said earnestly.

Viserys had said at breakfast that it would be best if Baelor could tame one of the two dragons.

If you fail, you must try to tame the blazing sun in the dragon's lair.

Aegon had long been enamored with this magnificent little dragon and, with the help of his dragon guards, had already established a certain connection with it.

Given his father's biased nature, he would definitely let Baylor tame the dragon first, and then it would be his turn.

"You're so kind?" Baylor took the book, knowing Aegon's thoughts, but still wanting to tease his playful younger brother.

"Baelor, stop laughing here. I've never asked anyone for anything in my life, but I'm making an exception today!"

"Please, brother, just tame Vormisor already, don't try to steal my Sunfire from me, okay?!" Aegon put his hands on his head, almost kneeling down on the spot.

Baylor nodded helplessly.

Fortunately, neither Allison nor Otto were here.

If the two of them heard this, they would definitely fall asleep happily.

What followed was that Baylor spent his time in his room reading the book Aegon had given him.

The above content is relatively simple, consisting of some precautions for taming dragons, as well as words of comfort to Aegon, such as being brave and strong.

In the evening, after a simple dinner, Baylor and Sir Illic went outside to wait for Vormisor's return and to enjoy the night view of Dragonstone.

As the older sister, Renilla decided to accompany Beller.

Helena was also going, but Allison strictly forbade her daughter from going out at night because it was very unsafe outside.

Helena pouted and took Belle's hand with a unhappy expression. Then, several fragmented images suddenly flashed before her eyes.

"Watch out, watch out for the assassin lurking in the shadows..."

"They...use magic..."

Baylor crouched down and gently shook Helena. "What assassin in the shadows?"

Unfortunately, before Beller could ask any more questions, Allison took Helena back to her room, citing that Helena was feeling unwell.

With this question in mind, Baylor, Renilla, and two Kingsguard members went for a walk outside the dragon's lair.

Incidentally, she told Renilla about her idea of ​​persuading her father to tame dragons that day.

Renilla sighed softly, "You're right. If Father had been willing to tame dragons, our family wouldn't be in such a passive position."

"Take your time, there will always be an opportunity..." Baylor said patiently.

At the same time, in the shadows of the dragon's lair.

Upon seeing Prince Beller appear, the wizard did not hesitate to cut his own arm with a dagger and sprinkle his blood onto the prepared array.

Immediately afterwards, the blood condensed into a black and twisted ball of flesh, emitting a peculiar fragrance.

"Go, go and kill my enemies, kill the legendary prophesied son," the black-robed wizard said excitedly.

The shadowy figure vanished quickly, then rapidly approached Beller and Renilla at an unimaginable speed.

Because it was already late at night, even though two Imperial Guards were holding torches, neither of them noticed anything unusual under their feet.

Just then, the shadowy figure suddenly solidified into a human shape at Prince Beller's feet, pushed away Renilla beside him, and its other hand transformed into a black dagger, pointing directly at Prince Beller's chest.

"Roar—"

A dragon's roar suddenly came, and just as the shadowy figure was about to succeed, green dragon flames rose up like an insurmountable barrier between the two.