Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

King's Landing, Red Keep, Maegor's Tower.

This square fortress located in the center of the Red Fort uses a twelve-foot-thick wall and a dry moat with iron spikes as its own armor to firmly protect itself in the center of the Red Fort. This building is named after the former " The fortress named after the Tyrant Maegor I was the residence of the king and members of the royal family.

The night is just right at the moment.

Outside the rooms of the princes and princesses, Aegon, the eldest son of King Viserys I and Queen Allison (hereinafter collectively referred to as "Aegon the Great" to distinguish him from Princess Rhaenyra's son Aegon), was sitting quietly by the window. His face was flushed. He was young and had beautiful silver mid-length hair. He was handsome, but he seemed to be a bit too good at drinking. There were already several empty wine bottles on the table in front of him, and Big Aegon was still there. Swirling the silver wine in the glass. Her lavender eyes quietly looked at the moonlight outside the window. They were not as turbid as those of ordinary drunkards, but were still very clear.

"Aegon, what are you doing?" The woman's voice came from the other side of the corridor in disbelief, but with a hint of relief. Big Aegon hurriedly withdrew his gaze, took a sip of wine, and collapsed directly on the chair.

Queen Allison ran over angrily and looked at her drunken son who was slumped on the chair. Just as she was about to say something, she glanced at the closed door behind Aegon. He took a deep breath and gave his son a hard look. In the end, he said nothing, tossed his sleeves and left.

Seeing his mother walking away, Big Aegon, who was pretending to be asleep, got up from the chair and wondered what he was thinking.

Finally, he grabbed the wine bottle again and drank heavily.

He didn't even glance at the door behind him.

In the room, his newlywed wife Helena Targaryen was lying on the bed next to the fireplace, wrapped tightly in a quilt. The fireplace and brazier next to her were burning, and the sparks were swaying, faintly revealing Princess Helena's slight appearance. Round face.

The girl is fast asleep.

Helena in the dream seemed to have turned into a happy bird, flying freely in the flames. Here there was no nagging mother all day long, no cold grandfather Otto, and no brother and husband with whom she had a complicated relationship. Aegon and his brooding younger brother Aemond.

She flew over the burning dream. Of course, from her perspective, the dream was not burning with flames, but was filled with flowers, vines and towering ancient trees. A kind bear had dragon scales on its body. Wearing the crown, he smiled and watched the birds flying around, but his body was pinned to death by countless invisible swords.

She looked worriedly at the iron sword throne that pierced the big bear, and saw three stubborn chipmunks. One was jumping on the tree, but could never get close to the throne with the sword, and the other was heading towards the forest where the stag was. Running wildly, he was bitten into the pond by a one-eyed wolf, who stood blankly in the forest, unaware of the poisonous snakes and crows surrounding him.

The bird tried to warn, but in the end found nothing. Unfortunately, it could only be gently blown deep into the forest by the wind.

She saw a flash of red. The red extends upwards, getting darker and darker, eventually evolving into a deep black. The little bird saw the huge castle in front of him.

This is the third time she has seen this castle. The first two times she ended her dream in front of the door. But this time, the castle door was open.

So she flew in.

Blood, blood was spilled everywhere, poisonous snakes were broken into sections, vultures were pierced by spears, and green dragons howled in the flames.

"ah!"

The girl covered her mouth in a pool of blood. This was the first time she had dreamed of such a bloody scene.

"Girl, dragon, villain, curse, life." The green dragon roared loudly in the flames.

Then he was pushed back into the flames by a silver dragon claw.

The silver dragon slowly emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood in the castle. He looked down at the girl holding him tightly. Not a trace of blood on him.

"This is the third time you have broken into my dream, Targaryen Dreamwalker. Didn't anyone teach you that it is dangerous to break into a magician's dream to peek into the future? My." The silver dragon thought humanely. For a moment. "niece."

Helena quickly searched her mind before confirming who the silver dragon in front of her might represent. Their new cousin Ronzel Varese, who was only a few years older than them, came to visit them some time ago. When he arrived in King's Landing, he rode the second largest dragon in the world, Vormithor. That day, when Vhagar and Vormithor danced together in the sky, the old man in King's Landing even said that he seemed to see two black gods in the sky. Dance. Longzel and his two younger brothers who came to the Hajj were both handsome and courteous. They gave Aegon the Great several boxes of fine wine and jewels in boxes, and they gave themselves several boxes of books and silk brocades. , preparing jewelry, weapons and books for Aemond and the little prince Daeron in the south.

Helena thought they were pretty good. But she didn't know what a magician was. She only knew that some symbolic things in her dreams would become reality soon.

"I'm sorry, Cousin Longzell." Helena hurriedly lifted the corner of her skirt and gave a slight salute to the silver dragon. "I don't know if you are talking about the dreamwalker or something else. I'm sorry if it disturbed you."

The dragon slowly lowered its head. "Have the Targaryens lost their magical knowledge to this extent? Your ancestors relied on the talent of Dreamwalker to escape the doomsday catastrophe. This is something that many once great dragon king families dreamed of. But now you actually don't pay so much attention to the new What a waste of money.”

The dragon stretched its neck, went around the girl, and then shrank back. "If you don't want to have these strange dreams, you should try to sleep in a place with a lower temperature. If you want to master this ability, hum." The silver dragon snorted coldly, but continued: "You can also continue to connect to my dreams in this way."

"If you can withstand the magical impact in the dream of a blood witch and dragon knight."

It was not until this time that Helena found that her body was covered with blood. She was pushed out of the castle in an instant by an invisible force, and the originally lush forest suddenly began to burn.

"Hu, hu, hu, hu"

Helena woke up from her sleep with sweat all over her body. She looked at the empty side, decisively extinguished the brazier and fireplace beside the bed, and hugged the quilt tightly.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

The silver dragon was still looking at the open castle gate in his dream. The gate slowly closed, and a human face suddenly twisted on the bone-white wooden gate. Bright red tears slowly flowed from the position of the human eyes, but could only stay on the human face.

The human face looked at the silver dragon silently.

"Variable." The human face suddenly made an unclear voice, but Longzier could hear it clearly. "You are an external variable."

"The old god of Westeros?" Longzier recognized the reckless guy who also broke into his dream.

The human face did not answer. "When the time is right, we will meet again. I hope you will remember your mission."

The human face and the dream faded away at the same time like the tide.

Longzier opened his eyes, and his new squire, Prince Jacaerys, was washing his Valyrian steel armor "Dragon Rider" with sand with envy.

"Brother, Lord Dondarrion is here, we can set off."

Valar pushed open the door fully armed and shouted loudly.

First update check-in, three updates today, pus flowed all day yesterday, the arm can gradually move, and the feeling of the body gradually relaxing is really great.