Chapter 28 Rumors
The sky is clouded over.
The sea is rough.
The wind howled incessantly.
Rhaegar's frail figure climbed up a coconut tree and stared at the rising water in panic.
The cold water flooded my ankles and gradually swallowed my calves together.
He wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound no matter what.
Rumble——
A bolt of lightning struck in the dark sky, like a silver bottle exploding, deafening.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and suddenly it began to rain heavily, washing away the helpless Rhaegar.
"It's so cold. Where is this?"
The cool rain soaked Rhaegar's skin, and emotions arose in his heart.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Along with a thunder, the roar of a giant beast came from the horizon, echoing continuously.
Rhaegar raised his head blankly, and with the light of lightning, he saw a huge creature breaking through the thick dark clouds, flapping its wings and soaring into the distance.
Rhaegar wanted to see the giant beast clearly, but there was only the noisy sound of rain in his ears.
Rain flowed down his face, and Rhaegar raised his hand to wipe it away.
When he opened his eyes again, the giant beast flew back without knowing when, spreading its wings and heading towards the island where it landed.
"Ah! Don't come over!?"
A huge, blurry shadow enveloped the top of his head. Rhaegar couldn't help but scream, and his vision went dark.
The next second.
Rhaegar opened his eyes and shot up from the bed.
"what!"
His chest was rising and falling violently, Rhaegar's nerves were tense, and he looked around in fear.
What strikes the eye is a familiar room layout.
After being stunned for a while, Rega wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and flopped down on the bed, his voice full of fear:
"Damn it, it's another nightmare, and it's actually connected to the last time!"
Obviously, the nightmares in the past were refreshed every few days.
This dream appeared in Rhaegar's dream for two nights in a row, which was really too much for him.
Rega sighed: "Maybe this is what I think about every day and dream about every night!"
Yesterday I was reading ancient books until early morning, and I kept thinking about the dreamer in my mind.
It's better now, the nightmare is over.
"Everything is different, there must be a demon. Continuous dreams are always rare, and they definitely have some kind of prophetic nature."
Rhaegar pulled his hair hard and muttered in annoyance.
…
After washing, the servant brought bread + milk + fried eggs as usual.
"Are you going to watch the tourney today, prince?"
After taking the last sip of milk, Eric walked in at the right time.
Lei Jia gently wiped the milk stains on his mouth and said calmly: "It's nothing to see. Let's go to the dragon's lair. I haven't been there yet."
"OK."
Eric responded in a deep voice.
Before going out, Rhaegar picked up a piece of drawing paper from the table and rolled it up carefully.
The dragon's lair is not close to the Red Castle, so the attendants prepared the carriage in advance and got on the road.
Exiting the Red Castle and entering King's Landing City.
Ilic glanced at Rhaegar from time to time, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
Tired of being looked at, Rhaegar asked: "Sir, is it my dress that's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No, I just feel like you're a little down today."
Eric expressed doubts.
They had walked quite some distance, and it was hard not to worry the usually cheerful prince who was silent the entire time.
Rega's eyes were full of fatigue, and he said melancholy: "I have a nightmare again."
Hearing this, Ilic noticed that the dark circles under the prince's fair face were getting thicker.
There is already a trend for panda eyes.
"Prince, maybe you should find a bachelor for psychological counseling. Insomnia and dreaminess are not a good sign."
Ilic gave advice.
Rhaegar smiled mysteriously: "No need, my father asked me to learn to accept dreams, whether they are sweet or bitter."
"With all due respect, you prefer sweets."
Eric frowned slightly.
"Don't worry about me. Life is full of bitter, spicy, sour, and sweet flavors. It's not necessarily a bad thing to taste each flavor early."
Rhaegar interrupted Ilic's advice and asked where there was a good blacksmith shop.
Ilic said: "There is a good blacksmith shop on Silk Street, and Old Orn's craftsmanship is well known."
"Then go to this store and buy some things."
After making a decision, Ilik ordered the driver to drive towards the destination.
…
The royal carriage is not only gorgeous, but also very fast.
Walking through the streets in a swaggering way, you enter the famous Silk Street.
Finally, we stopped at the door of an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.
Rhaegar opened the curtains and looked outside, and he could see a strong young man banging a hammer beside the furnace, sparks flying everywhere.
"This is the grandson of old Orne and a blacksmith apprentice."
Ilic mentioned something and escorted Rhaegar out of the carriage.
"Go and ask your grandpa to come out and tell him that he has a distinguished guest to see him."
Tossing a gold coin to the blacksmith apprentice, Ilic gave the order politely.
"Yes, noble white knight."
Seeing the silver armor and white robe, the blacksmith apprentice quickly put down his work and ran towards the shop.
Not long after, a short, fat old man with a beard walked out.
It is the owner of this blacksmith shop.
Old Orn strode to the two of them and said in a loud voice: "Dear guest, blacksmith Orn welcomes you."
As he spoke, he bowed laboriously to Rhaegar.
Rhaegar looked at the fat old man and secretly found it interesting.
The two stood face to face. Old Orn was not much taller than Rhaegar, but he could fold him several times horizontally.
Rega took out the drawing paper rolled into a cylinder and explained: "This is the design of a bracelet. I want you to make an exact one as quickly as possible."
"No problem, is it based on your wrist size?"
"Yes, this bracelet is made to replace gifts that don't match the size."
After asking about the customer's needs, Old Aoun patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, just come and pick up the bracelet before the sun goes down. I guarantee it will be accurate."
"I trust Ilic's recommendation. Pay him the wages, sir."
Rhaegar closed the deal cleanly.
Old Aoun did not accept the money bag handed over by Elik, and could not refuse: "I don't want money, and having a prince wear my work is already the most precious reward."
"Oh, how do you know that I am a prince? Why don't you guess which prince I am?"
Rhaegar looked at the fat old man funny.
Old Orne said seriously: "I have seen the king holding events with his second son Aegon. You are similar in age to him. You must be the eldest son of the first queen, the sleeping dragon Rhaegar."
"Sleeping Hatchling? What kind of nickname is this? Are you talking about me?"
Rhaegar admired Old Ornn's wisdom, but did not like the prefixes in his mouth.
Old Aoun immediately shut up and said to himself that he had said the wrong thing in a hurry.
Seeing that he didn't dare to say anything, Rhaegar turned his eyes to Ilic and said displeasedly: "Sir, when did I get this nickname?"
Ilic glared at Old Aoun in warning, and whispered: "Since the last hunt in the royal forest, the news about your natural frailty and the blessing of the white deer has spread like wildfire, and has been widely circulated among the people."
"The king has specially issued an order to ban rumors about you, but the people still can't stop talking about it."
"It wasn't until you welcomed Princess Rhaenyra back on her last voyage and appeared in front of the public for the first time that you got this nickname."
Rhaegar frowned and asked, "So my father's restriction on me leaving the Red Keep has something to do with this?"
"There are some reasons, but the king has his own considerations, not all..."
"It's enough to have a relationship."
Chapter 2: A total of three chapters were released in the morning.
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