GOT King of Dragon

Witnessing the prince rush headlong into the fiery rain of molten lava, Cole nearly broke down. 

This was the king's eldest son—any mishap would disgrace the white robes he bore. 

Summoning his courage, Cole prepared to dash out of the cave once more. 

But the temperature within the cavern skyrocketed. 

Molten lava dripped everywhere, making it impossible for an ordinary person to approach. 

All Cole could do was watch helplessly as the prince, accompanied by the young dragon Shadow, climbed up the incline, utterly beyond his reach. 

… 

"Roar…" 

Finally, the Devourer landed with a thud, letting out a thunderous bellow within the magma-filled cavern. 

It was as if the roar pronounced the death sentence of its prey. 

At this moment, Rhaegar and Shadow scrambled up the incline, pressing their backs against the scorching rock wall as they moved cautiously. 

After its roar, the Devourer turned its gaze toward Rhaegar and Shadow. Its enormous green, slit-like eyes, akin to bronze bells, glinted with a playful malice. 

To the dragon, the two tiny creatures struggling uphill were like little snacks—barely reaching its chest in height. 

It would need to lower its head just to eat them. 

The Devourer craned its neck, surveying its surroundings. Its keen sense of smell caught the scent of humans. 

It was a dragon with a voracious appetite, typically hunting large fish in the ocean. 

Sometimes, it would steal dragon eggs from a nesting mother or prey on weaker hatchlings. 

Humans weren't a regular part of its diet. 

But anything that wandered into its sights was fair game. 

The Devourer crouched low, its massive claws bending as its back arched. Its enormous head lowered close to the ground, discovering the human snack hiding inside the cave. 

Its green eyes, brimming with cold indifference, opened its jaws to unleash a gathering dragon flame. 

"No…" 

From his vantage at the cave's edge, Cole stared directly into the Devourer's gaping maw. 

The boiling, ghostly green dragonfire within froze him in place. 

It was as if he saw his deceased grandmother waving to him. 

He knew—it was the Stranger, the god of death, extending an invitation. 

As the dragonfire was about to erupt, a booming shout echoed through the cavern. 

"Devourer! Look at me!" 

Dragons could comprehend a fraction of High Valyrian, and the Devourer, a near-century-old adult dragon, naturally understood parts of it. 

It cast a disdainful glance at the petrified human in the cave, retracting the dragonfire, closing its jaws, and turning its head. 

Its gaze landed on a human child standing atop a steep cliff. Beneath him lay the young dragon it had marked as a snack. 

The Devourer fixed its indifferent eyes on the boy, a flash of irritation crossing its gaze, annoyed at being interrupted during its hunt. 

It decided to swallow this impudent human cub first. 

Locked in a stare with the ferocious adult dragon, Rhaegar's eyes gleamed with excitement—nothing like the panic he'd shown in the face of Dreamfyre. 

He was Rhaegar. Rhaegar Targaryen! 

A true heir of the dragonlords. He would know fear of dragons only once in his lifetime, and that moment had passed. 

Grabbing the head of the trembling Shadow, who was cowering behind him, Rhaegar issued a command: "Stay here. Don't move, cowardly dragon!" 

The young Shadow couldn't yet understand High Valyrian, but he could sense the intent in the human's tone. 

Quivering, the dragon curled up, burying his head beneath his wings, too afraid to look. 

Rhaegar couldn't help but feel exasperated and amused. "How can a dragon like you be so cowardly? You're a disgrace to dragonkind." 

"Skree…" 

But there was no time. 

The Devourer, unable to suppress its violent instincts, roared and unleashed its killing intent, dragonfire churning in its throat. 

At this critical moment, Rhaegar patted the pale membrane of Shadow's wing and said, "Take care of yourself. My adventure starts now." 

With that, Rhaegar took a step forward, facing the crouched Devourer fearlessly. 

"Big guy, it's your destiny to be conquered by me!" 

Shouting in High Valyrian, Rhaegar summoned every ounce of his courage and leapt from the cliff without hesitation. 

"Roar!!!" 

In the instant Rhaegar leapt, the Devourer's dragonfire erupted alongside its roar, a green inferno unfurling like a curtain of destruction. 

From a distance, Cole watched this unfold, his eyes blank and his body collapsing to the ground. 

"Madman… The rumors are true. All Targaryens are mad." 

He could never have imagined that a six-year-old boy would dare charge an adult dragon. 

But none of that mattered anymore. 

He had a gut feeling about what the monstrous dragon would do next. 

His life was about to end. His honor would mean nothing. 

And yet… 

The dragonfire was just a fraction too slow. 

In the split second the ghostly green flames erupted, Rhaegar spread his arms wide like a bird, narrowly dodging the torrent of fire. 

His small body landed precisely on the Devourer's broad, crouched back. 

*Thud!* 

Rhaegar crashed heavily, the dragon's iron-hard scales like steel plates. The impact nearly knocked him unconscious. 

But the overwhelming urge to conquer surged through his mind, tightening every nerve and forcing him to stand. 

"Ahhh!!!"

Rhaegar staggered to his feet, his head spinning. With a shout that cracked from strain, he vented his frustration, declaring his resolve to survive against all odds. 

"Devourer, fly!" 

Remembering the wisdom in the dragon taming manual, Rhaegar issued his first command to Devourer in High Valyrian. 

"Hisss...graaa!" 

Reality was harsh—Devourer completely ignored his order, letting out an angry roar and thrashing wildly. 

The dragon was hell-bent on throwing off the human whelp trying to tame it, perhaps incinerating him with dragonfire in the process. 

It was no ordinary dragon. Devourer was the oldest and largest wild dragon ever to roam Dragonstone—and all of Westeros. 

Many had tried to tame it in the past, but every single one had been reduced to ash. 

The small creature clinging to its back would be no exception. 

As the ground beneath him heaved violently, Rhaegar couldn't even stand. He toppled over with a thud. 

In a desperate moment, Rhaegar clung to the ridges on Devourer's back, using every ounce of his strength to keep from being flung into the abyss. 

"Hahaha..." 

Even as danger loomed overhead, there wasn't an ounce of fear in Rhaegar's heart. Instead, he burst out in uncontrollable laughter. 

In that moment, he was treading on thin ice. 

The looming threat of catastrophe didn't crush his spirit; it only awakened the madness and courage buried deep within his bloodline. 

"Devourer, I command you to fly! Carry me through the skies!" 

His laughter mingled with High Valyrian commands as Rhaegar steadied himself, gripping tightly and repeating his order to fly. 

"Hisss...graaa!" 

This time, Devourer didn't ignore him. 

The dragon's slit pupils, burning with fury, glared wildly. Its powerful legs pushed against the ground, and the sharp claws on its wings gripped the stone walls as it crawled out of the narrow cave. 

Fly? 

Then let's fly! 

On the steep slope outside, the gray shadow of a dying creature lay sprawled, barely clinging to life. Its head rested limply on the ground, and blood trickled from its dragon-like maw. 

In its gray-blue eyes, Rhaegar's small figure was reflected faintly. 

As Devourer climbed out of the cave, the reflection gradually blurred and then disappeared altogether. 

The gray beast let out a mournful cry, gazing in helpless frustration at the massive figure of Devourer. 

... 

Devourer's mountain-like body was massive, yet its movements were still impossibly agile. 

In mere moments, it emerged from the underground cavern, once again exposed to the vast, unending skies. 

"Devourer, fly!" 

Blinding light forced Rhaegar to squint, but he kept his hands tightly gripping the dragon's ridges, repeating his command over and over. 

He was proving his will to Devourer. 

Dragons would never recognize a coward with a weak spirit. He'd already tasted failure once and would not allow history to repeat itself. 

Beneath the clear blue sky and the fluffy white clouds, Devourer's jet-black body loomed like a coal-black mountain. Its wings unfurled with a majestic stretch, revealing its powerful frame. 

Irritated by the incessant commands, Devourer turned its neck, bringing its menacing head closer to the tiny figure on its back. 

Its blood-red maw opened wide like the gaping mouth of an abyss, and a bloodthirsty smirk formed on its draconic face. 

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(End of Chapter)