GOT King of Dragon

"You seem to know a lot!" 

Seeing Rhaegar boasting, Rhaenyra pinched his cheek. 

"Of course! I was forced to read thousands of books, and my head is stuffed with knowledge." 

At the mention of this, Rhaegar shuddered, recalling the torment of rote learning. 

Rhaenyra let out a soft hum and asked, "Since you're so smart, help me analyze a problem." 

"Bring it on," Rhaegar said confidently. 

"Father is considering a marriage match for me. The candidate is Laenor, the son of the Sea Snake." 

Rhaenyra's tone was calm as she concealed the fact that another candidate was Rhaegar himself. 

Rhaegar was briefly taken aback, not expecting her question to be about this topic. 

He's just a child—how could he understand politics? 

After hesitating for a moment, Rhaegar asked, "Do you like him?" 

"No," Rhaenyra denied directly. 

Rhaegar tried to process this with his young mind and asked, "Does Father want to ally with the Sea Snake?" 

Rhaenyra pulled him closer and replied flatly, "The Sea Snake is a renowned naval commander. The Velaryon family is immensely wealthy and has three dragons to guard them. They're worth any price to win over." 

"That's a good idea—typical of Father's approach," Rhaegar said. Sensing his sister's silence, his tone grew less cheerful. 

"So, tell me, should I agree and take on the responsibility of being the heir?" Rhaenyra's eyes glinted playfully. 

"If it were me, I'd probably agree," Rhaegar answered in a whisper, lowering his head and avoiding her gaze. 

Rhaenyra snorted softly, pushed him away, and said, "I knew you were on Father's side." 

"No… I'm not!" 

Rhaegar immediately protested, anxiously explaining, "But you're the heir. Until a better solution comes along, you have to face the trouble." 

"Who's the trouble—me?" Rhaenyra asked, displeased. 

"It's the Sea Snake!" Rhaegar suddenly had a flash of inspiration and doubled down on his claim. 

Rhaenyra was momentarily speechless at his response. Rubbing her temples, she said, "When Aunt Rhaenys was passed over for the throne, the Sea Snake never let it go. Everyone knows he's trouble." 

"If we can't deal with the trouble, we can address the source of the trouble!" Rhaegar said seriously. 

"Rhaegar, I forbid you from having such dangerous thoughts!" Rhaenyra was startled and sternly warned him. 

Rhaegar shook his head. "I'm not thinking about getting rid of the Sea Snake. The Velaryon family has so many people. Even if Corlys, the Sea Snake, is gone, there will still be countless sea lions and seals." 

"Everything he does stems from his thirst for power. We can use that to break down his defenses." 

Rhaenyra was puzzled. "If you were me, what would you do?" 

"The Velaryon family's greatest strength lies in their naval fleet and their three dragons. The War for the Stepstones severely weakened the Sea Snake's fleet, and it won't recover anytime soon." 

"Our focus should be on the dragons in their family." 

Rhaegar paused, furrowing his brows deeply. "Rhaenys is a princess of House Targaryen. She wouldn't oppose the family." 

"But her two children are another matter. The eldest daughter, Laena, tamed Vhagar. I've heard she's already engaged and will eventually marry into another family." 

"Laenor's mount is Seasmoke, a young dragon who participated in the War for the Stepstones. He has strong military potential." 

"Go on—what's your idea?" Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled. 

Rhaegar thought carefully. "To separate the three dragons, we first need to establish appropriate rules. We could try forming a royal dragonrider corps and summon dragonriders outside the Targaryen name for proper management." 

"The only dragonriders outside the Targaryen name are the Sea Snake's two children. That's too targeted," Rhaenyra objected. 

"Inviting him to join won't work. It would require a combination of coercion and persuasion." 

After pondering for a while, Rhaegar sighed helplessly. "If only Father had an adult dragon. We wouldn't be in such a passive position." 

"Don't dream about that. Ever since Balerion passed, Father's desire for dragons has diminished." 

Rhaenyra smoothed out his furrowed brow and smiled. "You're already very smart. When you grow up, you'll definitely be a formidable politician." 

"I want to help you," Rhaegar said, feeling dejected. 

"When you grow up, you'll be able to help me," Rhaenyra said softly, kissing his forehead. 

"I'm afraid I won't have time." 

Rhaegar suddenly looked up, his expression serious. "I don't want to tame a hatchling anymore. Since it won't be one I hatched myself, I'd rather tame an adult dragon." 

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Rhaenyra asked, puzzled. 

"I can't help you now, but if I can ride an adult dragon, I'll definitely be able to help you." 

Rhaegar climbed out of bed, putting on his shoes as he said, "I'm going to find Lord Robert. He knows the lairs of Vermithor and Silverwing." 

"Don't mess around! Haven't you learned your lesson from Dreamfyre?" 

With one hand, Rhaenyra pulled him back. Her gaze was both gratified and helpless. "Adult dragons are extremely dangerous. Vermithor is known as the Bronze Fury and has an even worse temper than Dreamfyre." 

"Be good and tame a hatchling. If you train it slowly, you'll definitely be able to help me." 

"I almost tamed Dreamfyre before. I have what it takes to tame an adult dragon." 

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Rhaegar was confident in his pure bloodline and natural talent, unafraid of challenges. 

"I absolutely won't allow you to take risks for me, understand, Rhaegar!" 

Rhaenyra placed her hand firmly on his shoulder, issuing an order that brooked no refusal. 

Rhaegar's lips moved as if to protest, but under his sister's intense gaze, all he could muster was a sigh before nodding. 

"Good. A good little brother doesn't make me worry," Rhaenyra said, tucking him into bed. 

Rhaegar remained silent, his eyes shifting with indecision. 

Deep inside, however, he was already planning how to tame Vermithor or Silverwing. 

Alicent bullied him and Rhaenyra because they had no mother. 

The Sea Snake, emboldened by the Targaryens' three dragons, was ambitious beyond measure. 

In the end, it all came down to one thing—they thought his father, Viserys, was easy to manipulate, and so they acted recklessly. 

Rhaegar believed it was time for him to tame an adult dragon and change the dynamic where the weak king was overshadowed by his strong vassals. 

"Father needs me... and so does Rhaenyra..." 

The moment before the lights went out, Rhaegar lay on his side in bed, silently making up his mind. 

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**The next day.** 

As soon as Rhaegar woke up, he heard a knock at the door. 

Following that came Cole's voice, "Princess, the King has sent someone to summon you for a meeting." 

"Got it, Ser Cole." 

Rhaenyra hurriedly dressed and instructed Rhaegar, "Don't run off, got it?" 

"Don't worry," Rhaegar said, patting his chest. 

Rhaenyra opened the door and reminded Cole, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him wander!" 

Rhaegar was a mischievous boy with a history of trouble, so she couldn't leave him unsupervised. 

Cole nodded. "Understood, Princess." 

Only after confirming everything was in order did Rhaenyra leave with peace of mind. 

Inside the bedroom, Rhaegar was already dressed. 

A servant delivered breakfast. 

Rhaegar grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite, glancing at Cole standing by the door. "Have you eaten yet? Want some?" 

Cole politely declined. "Thank you for the offer, but there's no need." 

Rhaegar didn't insist and continued eating alone. 

What a pity Ser Erryk wasn't here. The Kingsguard only brought Captain Harrold and Cole along, or else Erryk could've joined him for a bite. 

"Ser Cole, any news on the search for young dragons?" 

Rhaegar suddenly asked. 

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**(End of Chapter)**