GOT King of Dragon

Night, over the Narrow Sea 

Rhaegar rode Glutton as they soared over the churning waves of the vast sea. 

Glutton was gravely wounded, his abdomen bleeding profusely, leaving a trail of red across the ocean surface below. 

After the perilous escape, Rhaegar's heart belatedly began to race. 

He patted Glutton's scales and asked, "Why did those two dragons attack you?" 

He knew it was a conspiracy. 

Still, he was curious as to how Vermithor and Silverwing had been provoked. 

Glutton let out a low growl, expressing his dissatisfaction. 

Rhaegar understood its meaning. 

At nightfall, someone had fed Glutton a large quantity of cattle and sheep. 

In the mix, they had also thrown in a dragon egg. 

As a wild dragon with a penchant for dragon eggs, Glutton naturally couldn't resist the temptation. 

It was the perfect snack to make up for his failure in hunting dragon hatchlings. 

Rhaegar sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had suspected that Glutton must have done something outrageous to incite the attack from Vermithor and Silverwing. 

"Dragon eggs and hatchlings are treasures of Dragonstone. You're forbidden from eating them in the future!" Rhaegar issued a stern command. 

"Roar…" 

Despite his severe injuries, Glutton remained proud, growling softly in defiance. 

Rhaegar tried to communicate with him, attempting to negotiate giving up his obsession with dragon eggs and hatchlings. 

Glutton, being straightforward by nature, didn't hide the reason for his thievery. 

"Dragonstone's territory is too small. If you don't steal eggs and hatchlings, the grown dragons will encroach on your space?" 

Rhaegar interpreted his meaning. 

"Don't worry. It's true that Dragonstone can't support too many dragons. I'll find new lands for the younger generations to live on." 

"And you, my friend, are not to steal dragon eggs or hatchlings anymore. I'll ensure that enough livestock is provided for you regularly!" 

Understanding Glutton's concerns, Rhaegar proposed a solution. 

Glutton flew on in silence, neither agreeing nor refusing. 

Rhaegar said no more. 

When it came to territory and survival, neither dragons nor humans easily yielded. 

Once they found more suitable lands for dragons, Glutton's behavior would naturally change. 

… 

Glutton flew farther and farther, and Rhaegar had no idea where he was headed. 

Most likely, they were still within the Narrow Sea. 

One thing was certain: 

Rhaegar sharply noticed that Glutton's flight was slowing, and his breathing had grown labored. 

"You're badly injured. We need to find somewhere to land." 

Noticing the blood still streaming from Glutton's abdomen and other wounds, Rhaegar voiced his concern. 

"Roar…" 

Glutton replied with a faint growl, far less forceful than before. 

By dawn, 

The rays of the rising sun broke through the clouds. Rhaegar, exhausted, slumped over Glutton's back, gazing down at the sea below. 

Suddenly, he spotted the edge of land. 

Slowly, more of it came into view: dense forests, endless mountain ranges. 

"Look! We've found land, Glutton!" Rhaegar exclaimed excitedly, pointing below. 

Glutton shot him a sidelong glance and silently began to descend. 

He already knew where the land was. 

As a wild dragon who enjoyed roaming, he was well aware of suitable places to land. 

Transitioning from the ocean to the land, Rhaegar found the experience exhilarating. 

Originally, he had planned to ride Glutton across the continent, exploring far and wide. 

But before he was ready, fate had forced his departure. 

Glutton crossed a barren coastal strip and flew into a maze of interwoven mountain ridges. 

He landed in a valley where dense forests, marshes, and rivers intertwined. 

The moment they touched the ground, Glutton's legs gave out. Staggering a few steps, he collapsed heavily onto the muddy grass. 

The impact gouged a deep trench in the earth. 

Having stayed awake all night, Rhaegar was utterly exhausted. Failing to hold on as they landed, he was thrown off Glutton's back and sent tumbling along the ground. 

With a thud, he hit the ground, rolled twice, and blacked out. 

For a moment, man and dragon lay fallen, their plight a little pathetic. 

**"Creak…"**

The dragon's physique was truly formidable. 

Despite a second injury to its abdomen and continuous blood loss, the Glutton still managed to force itself upright, swaying as it stood. 

Its vertical pupils gazed at Rhaegar, who had fainted on the ground, with a hint of hesitation in their depths. 

Lowering its head, the dragon nudged Rhaegar's body, turning him from a prone position onto his back. 

The steady rise and fall of his chest proved that its dragon rider was still alive. 

Fortunately, the patch of grass Rhaegar landed on was soft enough to absorb much of the impact. 

Rhaegar was simply exhausted and had fainted from the fall, with no obvious injuries. 

The Glutton extended its neck, surveying the valley's surroundings. 

It had deliberately chosen a decent landing spot—there were resources nearby to help speed up its wound recovery. 

The valley lacked large predators, and the cliffs were dotted with caves perfect for hiding. 

The Glutton gently took Rhaegar into its mouth and carried him toward a wide-open cave in the mountainside. 

At the cave's entrance, it set Rhaegar down and used its nose to nudge him further inside. 

It needed to find something to treat its wounds. The dragon rider was too fragile to accompany it to such places. 

Hiding him was the best option. 

Besides, with its speed, it could return quickly. 

The Glutton crawled out of the valley. 

Stopping at the valley's entrance, it turned to glance at the cave where Rhaegar was hidden. 

After a moment's pause, it lifted its tail slightly and left a pile of dragon dung. 

Just in case—its mark would deter any wild beasts from approaching. 

With everything taken care of, the Glutton let out a long roar, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky once more. 

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**Noon.** 

The sun hung high in the sky, bathing the forested valley in warmth. 

Inside the cave, Rhaegar's eyelids twitched as if he were about to wake up. 

At that moment, a sound echoed through the valley. 

"Come quickly! Look at this huge trail of blood. I wonder what giant beast left it behind." 

"Tormond, be careful. There's something strange about this valley." 

"…" 

Amidst the chaotic chatter, Rhaegar slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. 

"Where am I? Where's the Glutton?" 

Surveying the cave filled with cobwebs, Rhaegar was momentarily stunned. 

He remembered the Glutton had found a patch of land, and they had arrived at a hidden valley… 

And then? He couldn't recall anything. 

"Someone set me up. There was a dragon ambush in the shadows…" 

Suddenly, Rhaegar recalled the moment he was attacked. 

But who had the ability to infiltrate Dragonstone Isle and plot against him? 

Thinking it over repeatedly, Rhaegar could only come up with one person who had the motive and capability. 

"When I return, I won't let you off!" 

Having guessed the culprit, Rhaegar clenched his fists tightly. 

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"Big sis, come quickly! There are fresh tracks in front of this cave!" 

As he was lost in thought, a child's voice called from outside the cave, summoning their companions. 

Rustling footsteps followed soon after. 

Rhaegar immediately tensed up. 

He rose quietly, retrieving a dagger from his spatial bracelet and hiding it behind his waist. 

In mere moments, the voices outside grew louder. 

Rhaegar furrowed his brows, tightening his grip on the dagger. 

Alone in an unfamiliar place, with his dragon absent, he—a mere child—was in extreme danger. 

"Who's inside? Come out!" 

A young girl's commanding voice echoed from the cave entrance. 

Rhaegar tilted his head, his mind racing. 

Judging from the earlier voices, there were likely three people outside: 

Two young boys and one girl referred to as their "big sister." 

Rhaegar blinked, feeling the perceived danger diminish significantly. 

As long as he wasn't thrown into a group of savages, he was confident his harmless appearance and noble status would protect him. 

If they happened to be hunters from a noble family, all the better. 

Not only might they hold a grand celebration to welcome him, but at the very least, they would treat him well, offer good food, and safely escort him back to King's Landing. 

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A new journey had begun, one that would change the balance of power when Rhaegar returned. 

*(End of Chapter)*