GOT King of Dragon

As expected, Rhaegar was jolted awake from a nightmare. 

This time, he didn't scream as he usually did. Instead, he opened his eyes, dazed and silent. 

"Dragons were attacking me and the Devourer..." 

Being a dreamwalker and having such a nightmare was hard for him to dismiss without overthinking. 

"Hmm… ugh…" 

After a moment, a moan reached his ears from nearby. 

Rhaegar turned his head toward Rhaenyra's side of the room. 

There were only the two of them in the room. If it wasn't him, it had to be her. 

Rhaenyra didn't seem to notice his gaze. She continued to groan, her voice tinged with unbearable pain. 

"What's wrong, sister?" 

Rhaegar climbed out of bed and checked on Rhaenyra, worry etched across his face. 

Under the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, Rhaegar noticed her twisted expression. 

Her pale face was flushed unnaturally red, her brows furrowed tightly, and beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead. 

Rhaegar noticed several herbal books lying nearby and immediately deduced what was wrong. 

"Rhaenyra, do you have a fever?" 

He pressed his hand against her forehead, confirming it was alarmingly warm. 

"Anora, come quickly! My sister is unwell!" 

Rhaegar shouted toward the door, calling for Rhaenyra's personal maid. 

The night maid rushed in at the sound, lit a candle, and checked on Rhaenyra. 

"The princess has a high fever. I'll fetch the maester right away," she said before hurrying off. 

After the commotion, Rhaenyra stirred from her sleep, opening her eyes with difficulty. 

Rhaegar dampened a cloth to cool her forehead, but she turned her head away, avoiding his touch. 

Her lips moved as if trying to speak, but her throat, inflamed and sore, made it difficult. 

Rhaegar leaned closer and asked anxiously, "What do you want to say?" 

"It hurts… my stomach hurts so much…" 

Tears formed at the corners of Rhaenyra's eyes as she clutched her abdomen, her groans intensifying. 

Rhaegar didn't understand why her stomach hurt, but his concern for his sister deepened. 

"Hang in there. The maester will be here soon." Rhaegar warmed his hands and placed them gently on her abdomen beneath the blanket. 

To his shock, her stomach was ice-cold to the touch. 

He flinched, startled by how cold she felt. 

"Prince, the maester is here," the maid announced as she returned with the elderly maester, who was still hastily dressed and carrying his medical bag. 

The maester examined Rhaenyra thoroughly before concluding, "She caught a chill during her monthly cycle. Some ginger tea and keeping her warm will help." 

The maid scurried off to prepare ginger tea, while Rhaegar carefully helped Rhaenyra sip some warm water. 

Boom! 

Just as Rhaegar was tending to his sick sister, a loud explosion echoed from outside the castle. 

His hand trembled as he held the water, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. 

Handing the basin of warm water to the maid, Rhaegar moved to the window to observe the situation outside. 

The rain had stopped, but a burst of fire drew his attention. 

At the edge of the castle, where the walls once stood, a section had collapsed into rubble. Flames roared, sending thick plumes of smoke into the night sky. 

Above the ruins circled a massive dragon, its furious roars filling the air. 

"Not the Devourer," Rhaegar muttered. 

This dragon was noticeably smaller than the Devourer. Rhaegar frowned, unable to understand why a dragon would attack the castle. 

A sharp, piercing dragon roar suddenly echoed across the night sky. Moments later, golden flames rained down from above, striking the cliffs outside the castle. 

Rhaegar tensed instantly. 

That cliff was precisely where the Devourer rested. 

The commotion woke everyone in the castle. 

Lord Robert, disheveled and half-dressed, rushed out of his chambers, rallying the guards to secure the main keep and protect the king. 

Torches illuminated the castle grounds as chaos erupted, but Rhaegar's focus remained fixed on the castle perimeter. 

Sure enough, a familiar roar broke through the clamor—it was the Devourer's furious cry. 

The colossal black dragon soared up from the ground beneath the cliff, its emerald-green eyes locked onto the rival dragon that dared to challenge it. 

No sooner had the Devourer appeared than two more dragons emerged from the shadows of the night sky. 

In the fiery glow of the castle's torches, Rhaegar could clearly make out their appearances. 

One was a massive dragon with bronze scales and brown wings. 

The other was slightly smaller, with deep green scales and silver wings. 

Rhaegar had never seen these two dragons before, but he had studied the Targaryen family's dragon compendium. 

Without a doubt, these dragons had to be Vermithor, known as the Bronze Fury, and his mate, Silverwing. 

Both dragons were currently riderless. 

They had once belonged to Rhaegar's great-grandfather, King Jaehaerys the Conciliator, and his wife. 

Since the passing of those long-lived elders, the dragons had made their home on Dragonstone. 

It had been nearly twenty years since. 

Seeing the two massive dragons, Rhaegar gasped, "Damn it, my worst nightmare has come true." 

Boom— 

Beyond the castle's clamor, the sight of three dragons in the night sky was terrifying enough. 

Vermithor and Silverwing attacked Cannibal from opposite sides, unleashing torrents of dragonfire. 

Cannibal did not back down. Unafraid, he fought against the two, flapping his wings to evade while his ghostly green flames illuminated half the night sky. 

The three dragons alternated between spewing fire and lunging at each other, soon tangling in a fierce melee. 

Even from a distance, Rhaegar could sense Cannibal's rage. 

"Hold on. I'll come help you," Rhaegar whispered, stepping away from the window. 

As he passed the bed, Rhaenyra's raspy, feeble voice called out to him. 

"Rhaegar, what's happening?" 

"Cannibal seems to have been provoked. I'm going to calm him down," Rhaegar lied. 

Lying on her side, Rhaenyra could barely open her eyes as she panted. "Don't lie to me. I heard the roars of dragons fighting." 

"There's really nothing to worry about. I'll calm Cannibal down and be back soon," Rhaegar explained softly, wiping the sweat from her brow. 

Unexpectedly, Rhaenyra grabbed his wrist weakly and pleaded in a daze, "Don't go. Dragon battles are too dangerous. You're still too young." 

"I'm not a child anymore. I'm a dragonrider now," Rhaegar replied firmly, freeing himself from her fragile grip. "My dragon needs me. I must fight alongside him." 

"You're more important to me than any dragon..." 

Struggling to open her eyes, Rhaenyra tried to stop her brother from heading into danger. 

Rhaegar's expression turned serious. "To me, my dragon is just as important as I am!" 

With that, Rhaegar bent down, kissed her forehead, and left. 

He was Cannibal's rider, and he couldn't back down in the face of danger. 

Otherwise, the dragon wouldn't accept him, nor could he accept himself. 

... 

The sounds of the dragon battle alarmed the entire castle. 

Viserys had already woken, dressed, and remained in his room under the protection of guards. 

The hallways were filled with soldiers, and the atmosphere was tense. 

Three dragons fighting near the castle was enough to terrify anyone. 

Rhaegar avoided the guards' eyes and ran down the stairs, out of the castle. 

From afar, the three dragons were still locked in combat. 

At first, Cannibal held his ground, but he was gradually losing. 

Vermithor and Silverwing, having long fought together, attacked in perfect synchronization. 

Flanking Cannibal on both sides, they prevented his escape. 

Golden and orange flames burst forth simultaneously, leaving Cannibal with no room to dodge. Inevitably, one stream of fire would hit him. 

Before long, Vermithor and Silverwing had secured aerial dominance. 

From higher ground, they rained down dragonfire, creating fiery curtains that forced Cannibal into retreat. 

Cannibal darted left and right, but his massive size made it difficult to evade entirely. 

He was forced to fight defensively at lower altitudes, relying on his broader, more powerful ghostly green flames for counterattacks. 

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(Chapter End)