Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Words are like the wind.

Especially certain words can even travel faster than the wind.

If nothing else happens, it would normally take half a year or even a lifetime for a message to reach Westeros from Volantis. Unfortunately, the appearance of a new Dragon King family cannot be viewed with normal thinking.

Relayed by Prince Regio of Pentos, the news was transmitted to the far west of the continent at an extremely fast speed. The high-flying raven crossed the narrow sea and delivered the letter written by Prince Regio there. A stone castle standing on a smoking island.

Dragonstone.

"Keep your arms straight, like mine." Prince Daemon held a wooden sword and lightly tapped the boy's elbow.

The boy straightened his arms immediately, and the wooden sword in his hand pierced the target in front of him neatly.

The tall and handsome boy has thick brown hair, a flat nose, and brown eyes, but this does not affect the boy's handsomeness. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon had once been troubled by the fact that he did not have the Valyrian silver hair and violet eyes, but now he can accept his different appearance.

But Jakaris is now more worried about what he should call the man who is training him, Prince Daemon Targaryen. The man who was his stepfather, his uncle, and his future father-in-law.

At this moment, the castle's maester hurriedly ran out of the Raven Tower and handed a letter to Daemon, who was preparing for the next stage of training.

Then Jakaris saw his stepfather's expression change instantly. He had never seen his stepfather show such an expression.

"Xiaojie, you continue training first." Damon comforted Jakaris, dropped the wooden sword and quickly pulled the bachelor to the corner.

"Are you sure the news is true?" Damon asked in a cold voice.

The maester nodded. "It's a personal letter from Prince Regio."

"Things are a little tricky." Prince Damon thought for a while with his hands behind his back. "Don't tell Rhaenyra yet. Wait until she wakes up. Send this letter to King's Landing immediately and deliver it directly to the king."

"As you command, Your Highness."

After a while, a roar came from Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island.

The blood-red body of the snake-like "blood worm" Corak Xiu soared into the sky and flew rapidly towards the direction of Chaotou Island.

Rhaenyra was sleeping soundly in the castle bedroom. She was about to give birth and was in desperate need of rest. She did not notice her husband leaving the castle on a dragon.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" The black-haired old princess Rhaenys was wearing light armor and riding her dragon. She had red scales, bright copper horns and spiked dragon "Red Queen" Merry Yas, watching Damon slowly descending on the hill next to Climax City.

The old princess Rhaenys is the daughter of Jaehaerys I's eldest son Aemon Targaryen and Jocelyn Baratheon. After Aemon and "Prince of Spring Dawn" Baerron died one after another, Jaehaerys lost his heir. I decided to convene a great council, and the lords decided who their next king would be. As the eldest granddaughter of the king, Princess Rhaenys not only had a powerful dragon, but also her husband "Sea Serpent" Corlys Velaryon. Despite her strong support, she failed and the succession of the king eventually went to Viserys I.

So people also call Rhaenys "the uncrowned queen".

"Something's happened, Rhaenys." Daemon quickly climbed down the rope ladder and down to Coraxhoe. The dragon glanced at the Red Queen, then lowered his head and stared at his master.

Rhaenys also slid off the dragon saddle neatly. "What could have happened to make you lose your composure like this?"

Damon took a deep breath. "There are people from other families who have tamed Vormisor and Silverwing."

"What?"

Rhaenys staggered and looked at Daemon in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Damon calmed down. "We saw Wormisor and Silver Wing leaving Longshan before. At that time, I rode a dragon to chase them for a while, and found that they were simply hunting whales in the narrow sea. I stopped following them, but I didn't expect them."

"So you came to attack with me?" Rhaenys looked at Daemon. "Can you guarantee that the two of us can kill our grandparents' dragon?"

"I came to you to discuss countermeasures, Rhaenys." Daemon came closer, and the Red Queen immediately brought her huge dragon head close to her cautiously and blew out a breath of hot breath.

Corakxiu also immediately stretched his neck and "hummed" at the Red Queen.

"If it was when my grandfather was on the throne, no, if your father and I were both alive," Rhaenys said. "If an outsider hatches a dragon, he will immediately ride on Wormisor to kill that person and the baby dragon, but it is different now."

Daemon took over Rhaenys's words. "At that time, the dragons that the Targaryens could fight included Vormithor, Silverwing, Vhagar, Corakxiu, and Melias. But what about now?"

"Just you and me." Princess Rhaenys sighed. "Rhaenyra is pregnant. She cannot ride a dragon to fight at all. Her sons' dragons are too young. I can't even guarantee that they can fly across the narrow sea. Vhagar, hum." The old princess snorted coldly. , but continued. "The rider had just climbed out of a hospital bed and I was worried he might fall straight off the dragon."

The old princess suddenly caught a glimpse of Damon's expression. "Do you know who trained the dragon?"

Daemon nodded. "Of course." He took out a silver badge with a dragon and laurel leaves engraved on it. "Princess Senyla's son, oh, a legitimate son. Dragonzel Vareses and his twin brother Valar Vareses."

"Aunt Senyla is married?"

Daemon nodded. "She didn't let me tell you at the time, uh, Lanar also knew." Daemon lowered his head in embarrassment.

Rhaenys was stunned for a moment and resumed her previous posture. "So do you have any plans?"

"This kind of thing can't be kept secret." Daemon held his chin. "I'll let the maester inform the king directly, and let my indecisive brother make the final decision."

Rhaenys rolled her eyes at Daemon. "Speak nicely."

"Okay, okay." Daemon raised his hands. "You win."

"The Vareses family is also a dragon king family, I'm sure you know this." Daemon said.

Rhaenys nodded. She had read the family's collection of books and learned about the former forty dragon kings.

"Now that the Targaryen family has a monopoly on dragon eggs, even the blood of the Dragon King family in the Black Wall cannot come into contact with dragon eggs and ownerless dragons." Daemon continued. "So it must not be that easy for them to tame dragons."

"The ruins of Valyria?" Rhaenys reacted immediately. "Impossible."

"Everything is possible." Daemon said. "No matter what decision the king makes in the end, it must be the two of us who contact them in the end."

Rhaenys agreed that to deal with dragon riders, only dragon riders are needed.

"We can't confirm what they have obtained." Daemon raised his hand. "We can't risk losing a dragon that can fight. So we must treat this matter with caution."

"Are you trying to win them over?" Rhaenys decided to wake up her cousins. "Do you think a brand new Dragon King family will be willing to join another Dragon King family?"

Daemon suddenly laughed.

On the Silent Lord.

The teenagers stared at the broken dragon egg in front of Rey.

And a kitten-sized, pitch-black, screaming baby dragon.

"Can anyone explain to me what happened?"

Longzel looked at his younger brother in shock.

Womisol and Silver Wing, hovering in the sky, also lowered their heads and looked at the baby dragon.

Without any warning, the baby dragon suddenly jumped up and hid in Rey's clothes.

Rey blushed and explained in a confused manner.

"I don't know what happened, it's just that on the way back, this black dragon egg began to glow, and then it was like this, like that, and then it cracked with a click, and then it was like this."

Rey hurriedly took the baby dragon out of his clothes. Then he was licked by the hot saliva of the baby dragon with a little mucus.

"Congratulations, Rey." Longzel covered his face. "You also have your own dragon.\

,""Give him a name, brother." Valar came over excitedly, wanting to see the baby dragon's appearance clearly.

Then he was sprayed with a gorgeous puff of smoke.

"What's the name?"

After a day of meetings, I split part of Chapter 23 and put it in this chapter. Tomorrow's two chapters will have more words. The perspective turns to Westeros.