Chapter 104 Dreams of the Future
Dragonstone, coastline.
The dark dragon soars across the sky, shuttling between the sea of clouds.
After wandering for a while, we landed on the cliff again.
Rhaegar closed his eyes and lay on the dragon's back, feeling the cool breeze.
"Hiss..."
The glutton neighed softly, and lay low on the ground, head to tail, intending to sleep.
Rhaegar lay with his eyes closed, gradually falling into sleep.
For a short time, he had a dream.
I dreamed of Dragonstone Island at my feet and the castle not far away.
His sister, Rhaenyra.
Caught by a group of people, the sharp blade cut her skin and blood soaked her skirt.
She was struggling, screaming, and cursing loudly.
Rhaegar couldn't hear clearly and stared blankly at the scene from a third perspective.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, a dragon kiss came over, biting Rhaenyra's shoulder, and its fangs tore half of her body apart instantly.
"ah!……"
"My brother, I curse you, you will fall into the seven hells!"
The huge pain made Rhaenyra look hideous, and she cursed in a hoarse voice, cursing the person who hurt her.
Rhaegar heard her curse.
She was cursing her brother.
Rhaegar's consciousness awoke, and the dream began to collapse.
In the last corner of the dream, Rhaenyra was torn apart and eaten by the dragon's kiss, and was swallowed piece by piece.
Her desperate wails echoed in Rhaegar's mind.
"No!……"
The scene of his sister's tragic death deeply stimulated Rhaegar, waking him up from his sleep and screaming.
"Roar……"
The only responses to him were the breeze, the waves, and the snoring of the dragon beneath him.
Rhaegar looked around. The blue sky and white clouds were peaceful, and there was no trace of the darkness and blur in the dream.
"Dream! Another dream!"
Rhaegar's chest rose and fell violently, muttering to himself, distinguishing the difference between dreams and reality.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and his smooth skin became cold.
Rhaegar tried hard to adjust his breathing and slowly recovered from the fear of the dream.
"When did I go to bed and have such a dream?"
Rhaegar lowered his head and held his forehead, fear unavoidable in his heart.
He didn't expect to fall asleep on the dragon's back.
I never imagined that I would have such a terrible dream.
Rhaenyra was his closest relative, his only sister.
But in his dream, he was eaten by a giant dragon and died miserably.
Especially Rhaenyra's wail when she was killed was clearly cursing her brother.
Rega looked down at his hands and said anxiously: "Could this person be me?"
Was it he who fed Rhaenyra to the dragons?
"No! It's definitely not me!"
After thinking for a moment, Rhaegar's eyes became sharp, and his desire to protect his sister became more determined.
"Rhaenaela will be in danger in the future, and this should not be the case."
Rhaegar denied that the brother Rhaenyra mentioned in the dream was him.
Glancing at the sleeping glutton beneath him, Rhaegar slid off one of the dragon wings and headed towards the castle.
He wanted to see Rhaenyra and talk to his father.
…
When he returned to the castle, Rhaenyra had been summoned away by her father.
Rhaegar asked Cole and found out where Rhaenyra had gone, and his heart suddenly thumped.
Without thinking too much, he hurried to his father's room.
When they came to the door of the room, Harold was guarding it and saw him in the corridor from a distance.
"king……"
Just as Harold was about to speak, Rhaegar raised his hand to his lips and made a shushing gesture.
Harold, being an old man, immediately shut up.
He leaned against the wall and lowered his head silently.
It was not his turn to interfere in the private affairs of the king's family.
"grateful."
Rhaegar walked to the door and whispered his thanks.
Just in time, Rhaenyra's voice came from the door.
"I had already guessed that such a day would come, but I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly!"
Rega frowned slightly and reached out to push the door open.
Harold held his shoulders.
Rhaegar looked at him in confusion.
Harold shook his head and signaled him not to worry with serious eyes.
"Rhaenayla, you are a fine girl, but the Iron Throne needs a brave warrior."
Viserys' voice came from the door.
Obviously, it was father and daughter having a conversation.
Rhaegar thought for a moment, didn't rush in, and listened with all his ears.
Rhaenyra's voice spoke again: "Father, I am also a dragon master."
"If possible, I would rather be a knight who charges into battle than a burden in the eyes of the world."
Viserys said: "The prejudice in the eyes of the world is like a mountain. They believe that you are not suitable to be a knight or even a queen."
"This is not the reason for you to change me. You never listen to such advice." Rhaenyra's voice was low.
"Yes, I never thought you were unfit to sit on the Iron Throne just because you were a girl."
Viserys was full of apologies: "I remember once talking about a dream. In the dream, the prince was crowned with a conqueror's crown, and the world was changed in blood and fire."
"That prince is Rhaegar!?" Rhaenyra asked calmly.
"That's right, the night before Rhaegar returned, I retrieved that dream. The prince in the dream was what Rhaegar looked like when he grew up. I can't be wrong about it."
"The absurd reason is as absurd as the fact that you once chose me as your heir." Rhaenyra laughed at herself.
"Rhaenyra, Rhaegar is my eldest son..."
boom--
In the middle of Viserys' words, the door opened.
The sound alarmed the two people in the room. They turned around and saw Rhaegar standing straight at the door with an expressionless face.
"Rhaega, you left, why did you come back?"
Viserys' expression changed slightly and he scolded in a low voice.
Rhaenyra looked at her brother's figure quietly, and her pretty face traced the corners of her mouth several times, but failed.
"We are a family and I am qualified to participate in your discussion."
Rhaegar strode into the room, looked back and closed the door.
He came to Rhaenyra and took one of her hands.
Rhaenyra struggled slightly, but Rhaegar refused to let her break free and held on tightly.
The little hands were delicate and smooth, but what Rega felt more was cold.
He stared at Rhaenyra's forced smile and said sincerely: "Sister, I will not hurt you, let alone take away what belongs to you."
Rhaenyra looked back at him, her eyes unable to hide the sadness, and she just shook her head.
Her father had made up his mind to replace her as heir. This was not a thought that others could influence.
"I'm tired, Rhaegar."
Rhaenyra spoke softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
She thought about anger, catharsis.
But that would only lower her status and make her father hate her even more.
Since the day she became the crown prince, she has never enjoyed a day of peace.
Today, her father's opposition makes her even more exhausted physically and mentally.
She thought she was pathetic and ridiculous for actually trying to sit on the Iron Throne.
The feeling of powerlessness swept through every inch of her body, making her unable to even think about competing with her brother and protecting her right to be the heir.
Seeing his sister who was crying in sadness, Rega was so anxious that she hugged her.
Then, he let go of her hand and turned around to stand in front of her father.
"Father, the heir should not be changed, and I have no intention of shouldering such a heavy responsibility."
Rhaegar wanted to win back his father.
Viserys shook his head: "It's not as simple as you think, Rhaegar."
"The Iron Throne needs a strong king to sit on it. Rhaenyra is obviously not a decisive person. She will only weaken the Targaryen family's rule instead of revitalizing it."
Rhaenyra's fate in the original novel was really tragic, as she was eaten alive piece by piece.
Rhaegar didn't want the position of crown prince, but destiny was there and the author controlled it, and he couldn't refuse it.
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