GOT King of Dragon

"Yes, you did it. You're a brave young man!" 

Tears streamed down her cheeks as Rhaenyra experienced the overwhelming emotion of regaining something she thought was lost. Choking up, she offered her praise. 

Hearing this, Rhaegar smirked with pride. "Of course! I said I'd protect you all." 

But his joy didn't last long. 

Rhaenyra's face flushed slightly, and she broke into laughter through her tears. "A real man should put on some clothes first. Standing naked in front of a lady isn't very gentlemanly." 

A cold breeze swept past, and Rhaegar looked down. 

His pale, bare body was fully exposed, with his little "manhood" shriveled from the cold. 

Rhaegar's face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye. He hurriedly covered himself and stammered, "Don't focus on the details!" 

"Come down here. I have so much to say to you," Rhaenyra said, wiping away her tears while covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. 

Rhaegar, his earlier arrogance now gone, obediently slid off the dragon's back. 

Rhaenyra stepped forward, catching him in her arms. She quickly took off her cloak and wrapped it around his bare body. 

Trying to mask his embarrassment, Rhaegar pointed at the dragon and said, "That's my dragon. Its name is Glutton." 

"Didn't the fishermen give it that name?" Rhaenyra didn't care much about the dragon's name; she just held her younger brother tightly. 

Rhaegar replied smugly, "Glutton likes the name, and so do I. It suits its pitch-black appearance that seems to devour all light." 

"Very well. You've grown up, Rhaegar," Rhaenyra said with a complicated expression as she kissed his cheek. 

"Let's go. When Father heard that Glutton had taken you, he nearly fainted from worry." 

She held him close, unwilling to let go for even a moment. 

Without proper clothes to cover himself, Rhaegar didn't resist. 

Turning back, he shouted at the dragon, "Don't wander off! I'll come find you tomorrow!" 

"Roar…" 

Glutton responded, leaping down from the city wall and settling on a nearby cliff to rest. 

Only when Glutton closed its eyes did the guards within the castle dare to step out, surrounding the siblings in the rain. 

Rhaegar pointed at one of the guards and instructed, "Prepare enough cattle and sheep for my dragon." 

"Yes, Your Highness!" 

The guard didn't dare delay, scrambling off to make arrangements. 

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Inside the castle hall, Viserys was already waiting at the door. 

Seeing Rhaegar in Rhaenyra's arms, his eyes reddened with emotion, and he nodded repeatedly. "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're safe." 

Rhaegar's smile faded as he lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Father. I tamed a dragon without your permission." 

"It's all right. I was worried about your safety, but you've proven you can accomplish what we thought was impossible." 

In an unusually understanding mood, Viserys stepped forward, gently cupping Rhaegar's face. "Good child. Your sister told me the reason you tamed the dragon. You didn't do it just for yourself." 

"Well, not entirely. I did want an adult dragon," Rhaegar admitted sheepishly, feeling awkward at the sudden emotional moment. 

He wasn't interested in a hatchling. 

Only a powerful, fully-grown dragon would be worthy of him. 

He had once dreamed of claiming Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world. 

Unfortunately, Vhagar was already tamed by Laena Velaryon. 

But fate had smiled upon him. 

It had granted him Glutton, a tyrant among dragons. 

Its ferocious appearance and overwhelming strength had completely captivated him. 

Viserys smiled faintly and didn't press the matter. "As long as you want to protect your family, that's enough." 

Then, as if something had occurred to him, he became serious. "You've both been soaked by the rain. Go take a hot bath. I'll have Lord Robert prepare a grand feast to celebrate your taming of the largest wild dragon." 

Today had been an emotional rollercoaster for him. 

At first, he feared that his eldest son's reckless attempt to tame a wild dragon would lead to disaster. 

But it turned out he had underestimated this child. 

Rhaegar possessed a pure bloodline, blessed by the gods. 

Miraculously, he had tamed the untamable—an unclaimed black dragon. 

This was no ordinary dragon. 

It had hatched during the same era as Dreamfyre, Vermithor, and Silverwing, making it a second-generation dragon. 

And because it had never been tamed, Glutton had grown larger and stronger in the wild. 

Heeding her father's reminder, Rhaenyra led Rhaegar upstairs. 

She was completely drenched, and although she hadn't noticed earlier, she now felt cold and uncomfortable. 

Viserys watched the backs of his two children, his gaze a mixture of pride and melancholy. 

Then, as if lost in thought, he muttered to himself, "Our family is stronger now, with another fully-grown dragon under our control." 

He hadn't seen how massive Glutton truly was. 

In his mind, it was likely comparable in size to Vermithor. 

A destructive force of nature, to be sure. 

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During dinner, Alyson did not make an appearance. 

The maid explained that she was feeling unwell and had been frightened. 

Viserys was somewhat displeased, but he forced a cheerful demeanor in front of his children, not showing his true feelings. 

Rhaegar seemed slightly disappointed—he had been hoping to show off his dragon. 

After dinner, Rhaegar was forcibly dragged into Rhaenyra's room. 

Without a word, she pushed him onto her soft bed. 

Rhaegar, with a tense expression, nervously asked, "Sister, what are you doing?" 

"What do you think?" 

The moment they entered the room, Rhaenyra's expression shifted. She glared at him with raised brows and fiery eyes. 

In a small voice, Rhaegar said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I really wanted to tame an adult dragon." 

"As you said, you've tamed an adult dragon. What do you plan to do next?" 

Rhaenyra hadn't forgotten his earlier words. She was genuinely afraid he'd ride the dragon to Driftmark and stir up trouble. 

This was a child with an unpredictable nature. 

If he had the audacity to leap onto the back of a wild dragon during the day, he could very well ride it to spray fire everywhere at night. 

"You don't need to worry. I promise I'll behave. Dragons aren't just weapons—I understand that," Rhaegar assured her seriously. 

Rhaenyra grabbed his face and gave it a hard pinch, scolding, "Your promises have never held any weight. You have no credibility with me." 

"Then what do you want me to do? I've already tamed Cannibal. You can't expect me not to ride it, right?" 

Rhaegar resigned himself, slumping onto the bed. Though he was arguing outwardly, inwardly he was already planning to ride the dragon and fly away tomorrow. 

He'd roam for a while, explore the world, and return to King's Landing when he was done. 

He'd never seen the world outside, and now that he had a dragon, he felt it was time to travel. 

"Hmph, no playing tricks on me. At the very least, you can't act recklessly during the trip to and from Driftmark," Rhaenyra demanded firmly. 

"Fine, I'll be good and listen," Rhaegar replied, pretending to be obedient. 

Rhaenyra grabbed his chin and bit his cheek hard, warning him, "You better remember this!" 

This little brother was far too wild. 

His bravery was unparalleled. 

If he wasn't kept in check, it wouldn't be long before he caused major trouble. 

Their conversation concluded. 

The room went dark as the lights were extinguished. Rhaenyra and Rhaegar lay on opposite sides of the bed, backs to each other, neither saying a word. 

Half-asleep, Rhaegar drifted into a dream. 

In his dream, he rode Cannibal across the continent, leaving behind a trail of legends. 

One time, after a victorious return, he and Cannibal arrived back at Dragonstone. 

Before they could land, two distinct dragon roars echoed from the island, leaving Rhaegar dizzy and disoriented. 

Suddenly, two massive dragons emerged from the mountain and flanked Cannibal. 

Rhaegar commanded Cannibal to fight, managing to drive the two dragons back and escape by a hair's breadth. 

Just as he thought he was safe near the cliffs of Dragonstone, another enormous dragon, its form obscured, leapt from the shadows. It spewed crimson flames, striking him down from Cannibal's back. 

The other two dragons quickly pursued. 

The three dragons surrounded Cannibal, closing in. 

Rhaegar, severely injured, could only watch as Cannibal was torn apart by the three dragons, its body battered and broken. 

In the end, all that remained of Cannibal was a lifeless dragon's head. 

Its emerald-green eyes stared at him, filled with unyielding defiance. 

The dragon battle was about to begin, showcasing Cannibal's true power. 

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*(End of Chapter)*