Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"Mrs. Rhea, you and your family have made the wisest move." Baylor nodded in satisfaction.

"Prince Bellor, the Royce family cannot function without a patriarch."

"If you allow it, please let Damon return to the Vale with me. I will do everything in my power to bear children for the Targaryen family and for ourselves."

When Rhea kicked Damon out on their wedding night, he had a vague idea of ​​what would happen today, but he never expected that the person who would make him submit would be a six-year-old child.

"Baelor Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne, you will surely become a great king." This was Rhea's heartfelt blessing.

Baylor placed his hands on his lower abdomen and said with a smile, "I definitely will."

Having said that, he turned around, mounted the Glutton, and left the beach.

If there was anything unexpected about this plan, it was Damon's capricious and arrogant temperament.

evening.

Damon, riding Corakshyu, flew menacingly to the dragon's lair and glared angrily at Baylor.

"What did you say to that bitch?"

Baylor leaned against the Glutton, unsurprised by Damon's arrival.

Or perhaps he knew that Rhea would find an opportunity to bring this up, not only to retaliate against him, but also to indirectly provoke her good husband.

"Of course, for the development of the Targaryen family, and also so that you, my dear uncle, can successfully give birth to an heir."

Damon stared coldly at Baylor, one hand gripping the hilt of the Dark Sisters' sword. "Did I ever say I would let you take control of the Royce family?"

"But the condition is that all plans must be carried out according to my orders, and no one has the right to interfere!"

"Prince Damon, watch your voice! Take your hands off your sword hilt!"

Ilik noticed Damon's subtle movements, placing one hand on the hilt of his sword as well, maintaining the highest level of alertness.

"I'm talking to my nephew!"

"Sir Illic, if you want your tongue, shut your mouth!"

Damon was confident that he could decapitate Illick in minutes.

"you!"

"It's alright, Sir Illic. My uncle is just angry; he didn't mean to offend us."

He looked up at Damon. "Uncle, I've said it before, you don't have the right to refuse."

The Gluttonous One poked its dragon head out from the side, its deep green eyes fixed on Korakshu, and let out a low roar.

Kolachuh showed no sign of backing down, letting out a fierce roar as a warning to the gluttons who were far larger than himself.

Damon glanced at the Glutton behind Baylor and mounted the dragon without hesitation.

"Baelor, as I've said before, we're very similar, not because of our personalities, but because neither of us allows anyone to go against us."

"Now, mount your dragon, and do not defile the Targaryen blood within you!"

Damon's angry shouts ignited the fighting spirit of his mate, Kluck.

It roared and stretched its neck, declaring war on the giant dragon that reeked of decay!

"As you wish!"

Beller turned and mounted the equally furious Glutton, its eerie green eyes fixed on the slender red reptile before it.

In the glutton's view, he only needs to bite down hard on Korakshyu's wing to easily split it in two.

"Fly, Glutton!"

With the command given by Baylor, Glutton, relying on its superior speed, was the first to fly out of the dragon's lair.

Korakshu roared and followed closely behind.

Because of its slender body, it is exceptionally good at fighting, but its speed advantage is far inferior to that of the Glutton and Melias.

In just a few minutes, the glutton successfully disappeared into the clouds, concealing its presence.

"Here we go again!"

Damon had heard Rhaenys recount that the Gluttons were able to evade Vaghar and successfully defeat Melias by relying on the cover of night and surprise attacks.

It was daytime, so the Gluttons couldn't hide, but their cunning sneak attacks still prevented Damon from making a quick judgment.

"Fly upwards, Koraksh."

Damon spoke Valyrian fluently while cautiously glancing around.

"Dragon Flame!"

As Korakshu flew upwards, the Glutton suddenly burst out from the clouds on the left, its green dragon flames striking Korakshu squarely in the side.

Upon being attacked, Kolachu roared in pain, flapping its wings repeatedly and spewing red flames at the glutton with its dragon snout.

Damon, perched on the dragon's back, hurriedly raised his hand to shield himself, but the Glutton's intense heat had already caused burn marks on his clothes.

"Hiss—"

The gluttonous creature turned its head to avoid the dragon's flames, seized the opportunity, and bit down on Koracsh's wing, tearing it apart with a powerful head shake.

The Glutton lives in the wild year-round and possesses intelligence comparable to that of humans; it knows very well how to deal with dragons.

They also knew that a dragon without wings was no different from a reptile.

"Don't be afraid, Korakshyu, bite its neck!"

Although Damon was surprised by the Glutton's attack, he relied on his years of experience riding dragons to order Corakshyu to fight back.

Upon hearing the command, Kolachu used its long neck to its advantage and bit the glutton's neck.

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As dragon blood dripped down, the gluttonous creature tore a large chunk of flesh from Koracshough's body, then bit its neck and easily tossed the red reptile aside.

Kolachuh bit off bits of flesh and skin from the gluttons, howling in pain as one of his wings was severely damaged, barely enough to keep him flying.

The glutton pressed its advantage, immediately flying forward and unleashing green dragonfire that struck Korakshu's head.

"Get out of the way, Kolachu, get out of the way!"

Damon gave the order.

Damon never expected that his good nephew's Gluttony would be so ruthless, each move deadly, with no intention of leaving Corakhu a way out.

"Good uncle, you said it yourself."

"A dragon's fight must look like a dragon's fight!"

Beller watched as Corakshu and Damon fled in panic, then calmly tightened his grip on the reins and ordered Glutton to give chase.

……

King's Landing, the Red Keep.

"Damn it, what are those two doing?!"

Viserys slammed his fist on the table in anger, looking up at the black dragon Glutton chasing after Koracsh in the sky.

He didn't understand why Baylor and Damon, who didn't have any major conflicts and had been coexisting peacefully recently, would suddenly start a dragon fight.

"Your Majesty, please do not worry. I have already informed Princess Rhine and Miss Lannar."

"The two dragon riders have already headed to the dragon's lair, and I believe they will definitely prevent this dragon battle from happening."

Leonor was clever; he knew that the only way to stop the battle between the two dragons was to send Melias and Vaghar, who were also dragons.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work!"

Viserys knew perfectly well that this dragon fight was not caused by his good-for-nothing brother.

Because of his humble and extremely steady character, Baylor would never do something so foolish!