GOT King of Dragon

Dragonstone, the castle.

Rain pattered steadily as armored soldiers moved out from all sides of the castle.

Viserys sat alone in the dimly lit castle hall, his expression deep as he listened to the sound of the rain.

The doors to the hall creaked open.

Rhaenyra, drenched from head to toe, strode in.

"Any news of Rhaegar?" Viserys asked in a grave tone.

Rhaenyra, her mood somber, replied, "A fisherman reported seeing a massive black dragon flying across the Narrow Sea."

"Mobilize more people. Gather everyone in the castle and deploy every seaworthy ship on the island," Viserys commanded, his face shifting with concern before letting out a deep sigh.

He had already uncovered the origins of the black dragon. 

It was the largest and oldest wild dragon on the island— 

one notorious for stealing dragon eggs and preying on young dragons, earning the fishermen's nickname "The Devourer."

It was a vicious black dragon. 

Rhaegar was only six years old; the chances of him taming The Devourer were slim. 

All Viserys could do now was pray that the dragon's known preference for human flesh wouldn't spell the end of Rhaegar. 

Rhaenyra wiped the rain from her face and said dazedly, "I've already sent out everyone we can spare. I've also ordered a ship to be prepared to sail back to King's Landing."

"Back to King's Landing?" Viserys looked at her, puzzled.

Rhaenyra's face was full of worry. "If there's no news of Rhaegar by tonight, I'll return to King's Landing to ride Syrax. I'll take to the sea myself to search for that black dragon."

"That's not a good idea. That black dragon is far larger than Syrax. You and your dragon would only end up as its meal," Viserys said with a sharp clarity, firmly rejecting her proposal.

"If it comes to that, I'll kill that wild dragon myself," Rhaenyra said stubbornly.

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On the third floor, Alicent sat stiffly by the bedside.

A man in a black cloak stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, gazing down at the commotion in the castle below.

"You planned this. You let that child be taken by a wild dragon," Alicent said, her voice trembling with anger and nervousness.

The man in black turned around, speaking calmly, "That was just bad luck. I was trying to lure Silverwing, the one who lost her egg, but who could've known a wild dragon would interfere?"

"You're the one who told me to pass along the information to Rhaenyra, misleading her to Dragonmont," Alicent said, her eyes red and filled with an unexplainable fear.

She had always known the man in black sought to set Rhaegar up. 

But now that it had actually happened, the panic in her heart was unbearable.

The man in black, fully aware of her unease, sneered, "If the king's eldest son dies, your son Aegon becomes the first male heir. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"But I'm scared. What if Rhaegar isn't dead? What if he's still alive..." Alicent stammered, her voice faltering.

The man in black interrupted her, "The Devourer is the most brutal of all wild dragons. That boy tried to tame it—he's probably already been eaten."

He didn't believe for a second that a wild dragon, which had survived decades on its own, could ever be tamed by a child.

He had already relocated the dragonkeeper who had spread the false information. With only the two imprisoned guards left for interrogation, no real leads would emerge.

Alicent fell silent, her face buried in her hands as she tried to stifle her guilt and fear.

The man in black, indifferent, said, "Don't worry. Even if that boy somehow survives, I have other ways to deal with him."

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The castle was abuzz with activity, and Rhaegar was at the center of all the talk.

Unaware of this, Rhaegar was reveling in the thrill of dragon riding.

After soaring over the vast expanse of the Narrow Sea for what felt like an eternity, Rhaegar finally felt he had enough.

"Devourer, let's return to Dragonstone," Rhaegar commanded in High Valyrian.

Their bond was still weak, so most instructions had to be communicated verbally.

The Devourer, a proud and full-grown dragon, now acknowledged Rhaegar as its rider and no longer resisted his commands.

The massive dragon turned its head, flapped its wings, and accelerated away.

At full speed, the Devourer was incredibly fast.

It cut through the stormy clouds like a black meteor streaking across the sky.

Before long, the dragon descended below the clouds, and Dragonstone came into view below.

"Devourer, descend through the clouds. I want Rhaenyra and the others to see your power," Rhaegar said, his face brimming with anticipation.

Returning in glory without recognition was like wearing fine clothes in the dark.

Having tamed the most formidable wild dragon, Rhaegar was determined to astonish everyone.

At that moment, the castle was in chaos.

After an argument with Viserys in the hall, Rhaenyra stormed out.

She found Lord Robert and ordered him to ensure the ship for King's Landing was ready to depart.

"I must return to King's Landing before dawn—there's not a moment to lose," Rhaenyra urged impatiently.

Lord Robert looked troubled, unwilling to arrange the princess's return without the king's consent. 

**"Screeeech..."**

Suddenly, a deafening dragon roar shook the entire castle. 

Rhaenyra lifted her head as a gust of wind blew through, scattering her rain-soaked hair. 

In her sight, a massive beast, black as coal, soared above the castle. 

Its enormous wings spanned half the castle, casting a shadow that shielded part of the courtyard from the rain. 

"A dragon! A massive dragon!" 

A guard was the first to break the stunned silence, shouting in alarm. 

The others snapped back to their senses, staring fearfully at the gigantic creature above. 

Ser Criston Cole, drenched and disheveled, rushed to Rhaenyra from a corner, speaking urgently: "Princess, that's the dragon that took the prince!" 

"I know. I saw Rhaegar." 

Rhaenyra stood there, gazing up at the black dragon circling above, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on the figure on its back. 

Even though the distance blurred her vision, she was certain. It had to be Rhaegar. 

Under the shocked stares of the onlookers, Cannibal circled the castle three full times before gliding down. 

**Boom!** 

With a thunderclap echoing through the storm, Cannibal avoided the castle's towers and landed steadily on the towering ramparts. 

**"Screeeech..."** 

Its clawed feet gripping the stone, Cannibal unfurled its massive wings and stretched its neck upward, letting out a long, piercing roar. A ghostly green dragon flame slashed through the torrential rain like a blade. 

Witnessing the terrifying flames, the guards froze in place, paralyzed by fear. 

Rhaegar, seated on the dragon's back, spoke softly: "Cannibal, let me down." 

The dragon let out a low growl, folding its wings against its sides. Its long neck lowered, bringing its head close to the castle courtyard. 

As Cannibal bowed its head, it revealed Rhaegar to the crowd's stunned eyes. 

Below, Rhaenyra stood, watching him with exhilaration. 

"Rhaegar!" 

She cried out, running toward the ramparts. 

Rhaegar looked down at his sister but didn't dismount immediately. Instead, he climbed up the dragon's neck and stood atop Cannibal's head. 

One hand gripped the curve of a pale, backward-sweeping dragon horn. From his elevated position, he looked down at the crowd below. 

Rhaenyra ran to the dragon's head but stopped abruptly when she noticed its glowing green eyes. She swallowed instinctively, taking a cautious step back. 

Cannibal truly lived up to its reputation as the most fearsome wild dragon. 

Its immense size and savage nature were terrifying enough, but its appearance alone could haunt one's nightmares. 

Its body was pitch black, without a single speck of color. 

Its green eyes burned like ghostly flames, cold and unfeeling. 

Its menacing head was covered with sharp, protruding spikes, and three pairs of curved dragon horns—one large and two smaller—formed a pale crown. 

Standing in front of Cannibal, locking eyes with it, one might think they were staring into the face of an evil god—terrifying and malevolent. 

Feeling the dragon's scorching breath, Rhaenyra took another step back and raised her hands slightly to show she meant no harm. 

She looked up at Rhaegar, who was standing on Cannibal's head, her voice trembling with joy. "You're safe, Rhaegar! I thought something had happened to you." 

Only she knew how worried she had been. 

He was her only brother. If he were lost, there would be no one left. 

Rhaegar tilted his chin upward proudly, his tone calm but firm: "I told you I could tame an adult dragon. And now, I've done it." 

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(End of chapter)