GOT King of Dragon

"I want to ride a dragon! Take me for a flight." 

Rhaegar eagerly blurted out his wish. 

Rhaenyra couldn't hold back her laughter as she ruffled his hair. "I knew you had something in mind; you wouldn't come to me otherwise." 

"My dearest sister, won't you grant your little brother's request?" 

Rhaegar let her mess with his hair, gazing at her expectantly. 

"You're going to be disappointed. I've already made plans with Uncle Daemon to fly to Dragonstone and back. It'll be quite late by the time we return," Rhaenyra replied, gently refusing. 

"I can go to Dragonstone with you! I haven't visited our ancestral home yet, and I don't mind staying out late," Rhaegar said, his desire to ride a dragon overriding his better judgment. He grabbed her hand and shook it pleadingly. 

Seeing the longing in her brother's eyes, Rhaenyra hesitated. She glanced at Daemon, her gaze asking for his opinion. 

Noticing her expression, Rhaegar also looked toward Daemon, hoping for support from his generous uncle. 

But Daemon, indifferent as ever, simply shrugged and said, "If he wants to go, let him. But if your father finds out I took his heir and eldest son out for a joyride, he might not be thrilled." 

The meaning was clear. 

Sure, I can take him, but if anything happens, who's going to take the blame? 

A classic way of politely declining. 

Hearing this, Rhaenyra had no choice. She tightened her grip on Rhaegar's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Rhaegar." 

"The trip today is too far. How about this? Next time, I'll take you on a special flight around King's Landing." 

Faced with rejection, Rhaegar couldn't hide his disappointment. But as a prince, he couldn't throw a tantrum like Aegon would—it wouldn't befit his dignified image. 

Withdrawing his hand from Rhaenyra's grasp, he took a step back and forced a smile. "Alright, I'll hold you to that promise." 

His words were mature, but the sadness in his eyes was undeniable. 

"Such a good boy. Finish your visit to the Dragonpit and head back to the Red Keep early, alright? Don't wander off," Rhaenyra said, fully aware of his disappointment. But remembering her agreement with Daemon, she steeled herself and turned a blind eye. 

"I'll make it up to you later, Rhaegar," she silently vowed. 

Just then, a dragonkeeper unshackled Syrax and reported to Rhaenyra in High Valyrian. "Princess, Syrax is ready for flight." 

Rhaenyra replied in the same tongue, "Understood." 

She once again took Rhaegar's hand and led him to a safer spot away from the dragon, entrusting him to Erryk. 

"Keep an eye on my brother. Don't let him wander around the Dragonpit," she instructed. 

Erryk nodded. "Yes, Princess." 

Finally, Rhaenyra ruffled Rhaegar's hair one last time and offered a few words of comfort before walking toward Syrax. 

Daemon remained silent throughout the sibling exchange, merely observing. 

"Uncle, let's go," Rhaenyra called after mounting Syrax and securing the safety chains around her waist. 

"I thought you'd bring him along," Daemon remarked as he mounted Caraxes, his tone casual. 

"Rhaegar is still young. Riding a dragon all day in the wind would wear him out," Rhaenyra explained with a smile. 

"You tamed a dragon at seven. He's a boy, and early exposure to dragons would do him good," Daemon replied, his reasoning sound. 

After all, in House Targaryen, wasn't everyone a dragonrider? 

"There will be opportunities in the future," Rhaenyra said dismissively, not a fan of the double standards between genders. Changing the subject, she added with a grin, "Let's stop talking about Rhaegar. How about a race to Dragonstone?" 

Daemon shrugged, indifferent, and said no more. 

Behind them, Rhaegar stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the two dragons spread their wings and ascend into the clouds until they were out of sight. 

Erryk kept a close eye on Rhaegar, relaxing only when he saw no signs of an emotional outburst from the boy. 

But Erryk wasn't the only one observing him. 

In the crowd, Meleys' gaze lingered on Rhaegar, who stood with clenched fists behind his back. 

"A golden opportunity!" 

Meleys remained outwardly composed, but inwardly, he was practically shouting. His hands and feet trembled slightly with anticipation. 

He was tired of being looked down upon. 

The noble maesters despised him, despite his knowledge surpassing most of those he had encountered. Their prejudice remained unchanged. 

Assigned to the Dragonpit, Meleys had hoped his diligent work would earn him some respect.

Even members of the royal family had taken notice. 

The Targaryen family could all tame dragons, and who's to say he wouldn't meet someone influential one day who could elevate him to great heights? 

Unfortunately, that only happened in dreams. 

Dragon tamers only needed dragonkeepers to guide the great beasts; they had no need for a scholar to report on the dragons' eating, drinking, and other habits. 

He had no chance of ever interacting with a member of the royal family. 

But now, an excellent opportunity lay right before him. 

The young prince had been neglected by his sister—wasn't this the perfect time for someone to comfort and accompany him? 

The key was to make his actions interesting enough. 

He had to understand the young prince's psychological needs with precision. 

After running countless scenarios through his mind, Maenars gathered his courage and spoke, his voice trembling: 

"Prince, didn't you want to see the dragons? There's another great dragon in the dragonpit called Dreamfyre. She's even larger and older than the other two." 

Rhaegar turned to look at him and saw the young scholar's pale face, his voice quivering, and his nervous gulping. 

Rhaegar paid no attention to such minor details. 

For a bastard-born youth to take the initiative to speak with an unapproachable prince was already a huge risk. 

Still, his suggestion was indeed intriguing. 

"Take me to see her!" 

Rhaegar's voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority. 

Elyrik tried to dissuade him, but Rhaegar turned to him with a cold glance. 

Elyrik immediately lowered his head, unwilling to anger the already upset prince. 

He knew the prince had been in a foul mood since morning. 

"Let's go. Today's journey is far from over." 

Rhaegar took the lead, pushing past the dragonkeeper who didn't understand the Common Tongue. Under Maenars' guidance, they descended the stairs. 

The dragonpit housed numerous dragon lairs. 

Most were underground to prevent dragons from damaging the ceiling and causing cave-ins. 

Upon receiving Rhaegar's instructions, Maenars was inwardly overjoyed. 

As he led the way, he used every word in his vocabulary to describe the beauty and power of Dreamfyre to Rhaegar. 

Dreamfyre was a fiery-tempered female dragon who had laid several eggs. 

The dragon egg in Rhaegar's possession was one of Dreamfyre's. 

"Dragons reproduce by laying eggs, but strangely, dragons don't have distinct sexes. People's attempts to classify them as male or female are misguided." 

Maenars eagerly shared his knowledge about dragons, hoping to showcase his expertise. 

"So dragons reproduce asexually?" 

Rhaegar replied with a bored tone. 

Maenars chuckled. "We don't know. Vermithor and Silverwing, the mounts of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, were widely regarded as mates, unlike other solitary dragons." 

"Enough, scholar. I've heard enough about dragons. When will we reach Dreamfyre's lair?" 

Growing impatient with the repetitive, inconclusive topics, Rhaegar interrupted. 

"My apologies, Prince," Maenars said repeatedly, his humility deeply ingrained. Nervously, he added, "But we've already reached the entrance to Dreamfyre's lair. I won't waste any more of your time." 

Hearing this, Rhaegar realized they had traveled a long way through the underground tunnels. 

Before him was a massive cave entrance, its pitch-black shadows obscuring everything from view. 

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