Chapter 485: Dragon's Horn
Chapter 485 Dragon’s Horn
"ah?"
Little Darren was shocked. He pointed his greasy finger at himself and said innocently: "Me?"
“Puff!”
Benila laughed out loud, gloating about her misfortune.
Renia’s face turned slightly red, she hugged her father’s arm tightly and huddled up shyly.
The three children were laughing and playing and getting to know each other.
Adults have different reactions.
Lannaer smiled gently, quietly observed little Darren's expression, and touched her daughter's cheek.
The royal family by marriage, a button connecting the three parties.
Damon looked embarrassed, and said with a smile: "My child hasn't made a decision yet, so you should keep an eye on it first."
Little Darren shrank his neck and put down his trotters depressedly.
He just ate a piece of roast suckling pig, as if he was involved in something serious.
Viserys said cheerfully: "If you are willing to take over, I will negotiate with Lord Corlys."
Colliss is serious: "It is very suitable for the three children to grow up together, both in terms of relationship and status."
At first glance, he looks peaceful.
Dimon wanted to scold the two of them for being shameless and sneer at them.
Think carefully about the pros and cons and choose to be patient.
The situation was excellent, and Corliss' mood was mostly relieved, and he even took a comfortable sip of the wine.
Velaryon has no shortage of heirs with the bloodline of the Mermaid King.
What he wants is a dragonborn, and it is best to have a close relationship with the royal family.
In the decades to come after Rhaegar ascended the throne, with this relationship, Velaryon still enjoyed the honor second only to the royal family.
on the contrary,
The royal family lacks a fleet that can travel across the seas, so it is necessary to win over the Velaryon family.
The Dragon King Family and the Sea Family have been the best partners since the Free Fortress period.
Otherwise, the ancestors would not have taken the risk of following the exile Aenar to migrate to Westeros.
Thinking briefly, Damon made up his mind, rubbed Rhaenyra's head, and said reluctantly: "Adoption is fine, but she must be raised by Rhaenyra's side until she reaches adulthood."
It is inevitable that a daughter will marry outside her home sooner or later.
Marrying your elder brother’s younger son is a good match.
The prerequisite is to be raised in the royal family and have a Targaryen heart.
Colliss frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously not happy.
Since they were adopted, they should naturally be raised on Chaotou Island.
Otherwise, just changing the surname, who knows what is going on in my heart.
If he were a white-eyed wolf, wouldn't his sea snake be eaten up by his son-in-law and his family would be wiped out?
Daemon’s eyes were intense and he was not afraid to look into his eyes.
His first wife, Lady Leia of Runestone City.
That was the arrangement of my grandmother, Queen Alexa.
There is no shortage of ideas for him to use his descendants to occupy Rune Stone City.
It's just that he doesn't like the bronze woman, and the other woman is also wary of him.
However, the sea snake was in trouble and came to ask for help.
The essence has fallen into the inferior state.
Viserys looked around and glanced at Rhaenyra who was watching the play.
Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment and then reacted.
Shi Shiran stood up and came forward: "I am Reniya's adoptive mother. She was raised by my side to better learn court etiquette."
Corliss and Damon were startled.
The so-called court etiquette is a cover-up technique.
Rhaenyra is the princess of Dragonstone and the future queen of a king.
The benefits of keeping Rhaenia by her side are greater than staying on Tidal Head Island and Tyrosh.
At the very least, no one dares to object to the queen's adopted daughter becoming a countess.
Rhaegar, who is half cousin and half adoptive father, will take action if anyone dares to gossip.
I have to say that Dimon is very excited about this proposal.
Logically speaking, Rhaenia should have been raised by Rhaenyra's side. It had been decided before.
While the men hesitated, the women took action.
Rhaenys stood up gracefully, put her hand on her husband's shoulder, and made the decision directly: "Rhaenayla is the adoptive mother of the two girls. There is no doubt where they will be raised."
Lannar agreed very much: "The children are raised by Rhaenyra's side, and they can grow up with the newborns, forming a deep relationship from an early age."
boom!
The wine cup tapped lightly on the table, and Rhaegar finally said: "I agree."
The blood of ancient Valyria has returned to the continent of Essos. Faced with Aegon and Aemond being left alone, the Sea Serpent and Daemon are indispensable for their efforts.
but…
Damon glanced at his good nephew, and when he saw the smile on his face, his eyes narrowed unconsciously.
Hit your nephew as early as possible.
The good nephew was cared for by Rhaenyra and lacked a complete childhood.
There was no objection and the matter was settled.
Benila and Renya were very happy, raised big smiles and cheered: "Princess!"
The twins jumped up and down to Rhaenyra's side.
One picked up the sleeping Bellon, and the other hugged the naughty Eamonn, taking the initiative to share the burden of taking care of the baby.
Rhaenyra was also very happy, caressing the two little girls who were taking care of each other with one hand, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
Colliss watched silently, giving up on his unrealistic demands.
It doesn’t matter if you keep him by Rhaenyra’s side, the main thing is to have a heart to defend Velaryon.
Rhaena had half Velaryon's blood in her veins.
Bloodline cannot be faked.
Collis thought honestly, thinking that was the end of the matter.
However, it is not enough.
Rhaegar said with a smile in his eyes: "Rhaena is Daemon's daughter. She hatched the young dragon Dawn. It's not good to deprive her of the right to train dragons."
“But the "Dragon Laws" cannot be tarnished and no loopholes can be left."
Collis's face changed slightly and he said anxiously: "Prince, what do you mean?"
If he strictly abides by the "Laws of the Dragon Clan", his little plan is destined to be in vain.
Viserys and Daemon looked over at the same time, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.
It is a bit inappropriate to bring out "Dragon Laws" at this time.
Though, Velaryon should never have held the dragon again.
Rhaegar ignored all the attention and told the truth frankly: "Rhaena is Rhaenyra's adopted daughter. She also changed her surname through adoption. She even married Daeron and married into the Targaryen royal family."
“Dawn still belongs to her.”
Hearing this, Corliss’s eyes flashed and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, I heard Rhaegar say: "The second child born after Daeron and Rhaena's marriage was adopted by Velaryon, but because Rhaena has opened her eyes, the adoptive child's cradle will no longer contain dragon eggs. "
Some openings cannot be opened.
Rhania is one of her own and can have dragons.
The next generation, no!
Hearing the profound meaning, Corliss frowned.
On the contrary, Viserys and Daemon looked thoughtful.
Rhaena is the daughter of Daemon, so she naturally has the right to train dragons.
If the property is adopted to Lanino, the right will be automatically lost.
Rhaegar retained Rhaena's rights to maintain the Sea Serpent's alliance with Daemon.
In any case, Rhaena is going to marry Daeron, and she will eventually be a member of the royal family.
However, the adoptive heir of the two cannot inherit the right to train dragons from the identity of his mother Rhaena according to the "Dragon Law", and is only a Velaryon.
At first glance, it seems cruel, depriving a newborn of his supreme power.
That was all Rhaegar could say.
Changing the family court involves a lot.
In order to safeguard the rights and interests of the royal family, sacrifice is inevitable.
"I agree!"
The first person to speak.
Everyone turned their attention to it, and it was actually Damon.
Damon looked calm, picked up the wine cup and took a sip.
He only cares about the rights of his children.
As for children’s children?
That shouldn't be his meddling in other people's business. Children and grandchildren will be blessed by themselves.
He has no interest in fighting for a grandson/granddaughter who doesn’t exist yet.
Viserys also expressed his position: "It is very reasonable. Rhaenia is the mercy of the royal family, and she should not expect more."
Collis was dejected and knew that he could not refute.
Shamelessly claiming that one Renya has already made a lot of money.
Have a second thought.
The royal family's direct territory expanded beyond the Narrow Sea, and Velaryon, who was also a descendant of ancient Valyria, was an indispensable part.
At that time, if the descendants are successful, they can marry into the royal family again.
Even if Targaryen has a special family tradition, it is impossible for every generation of male and female heirs to internally digest it.
He also relied on his own charm to win Rhaenys's favor.
So, accept it gladly.
…
The bright moon hangs high, dotted with stars.
Late at night, the dinner party came to an end. Through the successful negotiation at the dinner table, the three parties have initially formulated alliance matters.
Sign peace terms with Braavos, strengthen the garrison on the Stepstone Islands, and restore trade among the three city-states.
If the above three points are achieved, the alliance led by the royal family will expand the military and political power in a short period of time.
Lay a solid foundation for Targaryen’s snowball strategy of invasion, colonization, and reproduction.
“Tomorrow the envoy from Braavos will leave, and he will say goodbye to the Sea Serpent family.”
Rhaegar yawned and walked alone in the corridor returning to his room.
Having been busy for so long, it is inevitable to be physically and mentally exhausted.
The war was over, all parties had reached negotiations, and it was thought that it was over.
Unexpectedly, my father decided to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy.
It’s such a tiring life and I can’t rest for even a moment.
Crunch—
Back in the bedroom, Rhaegar took off his clothes and threw himself on the soft goose feather bed.
Rhaenyra is not here.
Besieged by the excitement of Benila and Renya, she insisted on sleeping with her adoptive mother and the two babies.
Little Darren is shameless and wants to follow him to join in the fun.
He grabbed his collar and threw it to Sir Eric.
The 7-year-old boy couldn't wrestle with the 4-year-old Baela, which was an embarrassment to Targaryen.
Rhaenyra was conceived in the fourth month and gave birth to her child in the eighth month.
The twins will be born in mid-December, and there will be a full moon feast some time later.
It is now the year 122 AC.
Rhaegar was a year older.
The 17-year-old young crown prince will soon be promoted to the real young dragon king.
"sleepy."
Rhaegar closed his eyes and muttered something.
Raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
bang!
A fire was lit in the fireplace, and a few fragrant woods emitted wisps of smoke, dispersing the moisture in the room.
Rhaegar was dazed and gradually fell into sleep.
A second before falling asleep, a thought suddenly appeared.
Junlin is adjacent to Blackwater Bay. It snows more or less every winter and the temperature often drops below zero.
It’s already January this year.
Not a single snowflake has fallen, and the temperature is relatively warm.
“The climate is pleasant and the people can have a good winter.”
Rhaegar thought so.
Poof!
As soon as I fell asleep, the fire in the fireplace swelled for a moment, swaying in coquettish lines.
Lega, sleeping soundly, dreaming.
In the dream, there is the familiar hazy fog and **** battlefield fighting.
Rhaegar looked around blankly, wearing Valyrian steel armor as dark as night, holding true fire and dragon claws in each hand.
Hung on his back was a scarlet cloak, whistling against the howling wind like a ghost, as if it was carrying the residual blood of thousands of creatures.
Crackling—
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder and red lightning pierced the sky.
The sky is in chaos, and the fog blocks the view.
The patter of rain…
A drizzle fell, washing the broken limbs all over the ground.
Rhaegar took a tentative step, and the soles of his boots-covered feet stepped on the mud. The blood mixed with the rain flowed into a continuous stream, with some splashes.
A drop of sewage hit my cheek.
Rhaegar felt a surge of energy, and the coolness was so clear.
“Where is this?”
Look around, make sure it looks familiar.
It is very similar to the prelude scene in the dream during the Starry Temple.
“Hiss!”
Suddenly, a high-pitched neighing sound sounded.
Rhaegar immediately raised his head.
An invisible black shadow passed through the fog, and then disappeared.
Rhaegar's eyes widened and he murmured softly, ignoring the rain, "A young dragon?"
If you read it correctly, it seemed to be a young dragon the size of a shepherd dog.
It’s a pity that I can’t see my true appearance through the fog.
“Hiss…”
At this moment, another neighing sound sounded.
Rhaegar reacted quickly and looked at the sound.
As soon as he caught his eye, a faint blue dragon shadow flashed past and dived into the depths of the mist in different directions.
This time, Rhaegar saw it clearly.
It was a young dragon with blue scales that was as big as half a big dog.
“Where did the dragon come from?”
Rhaegar felt strange.
He first thought of Dragonstone.
In the greenhouse of Shigu Tower, there are more than a dozen dragon eggs of different years.
Silver Wings and Wormisor lived in seclusion in Dragon Mountain. It may also be that they hatched young dragons.
Even, Rhaegar thought of Braavos, the Sea of Smoke, and Sothoros.
Three of Meng Huo's dragon eggs have gone missing and have not yet been found.
According to the speculation given by Shili, there is a high probability that it will be kept in the hands of the former Sea King of Braavos.
The previous Sea King was killed in a wildfire for no reason, which is very strange.
Needless to say, the Sea of Smoke is the nest of dragons at the Fourteenth Fire Peak.
Besides, Mogul didn’t know whether he had laid dragon eggs before he flew out of the sea of smoke.
Sothoryus does not need to be mentioned much.
The giant dragon skeleton exudes a sense of weirdness from beginning to end.
The walls of the cave depict some kind of evil sacrificial blood witchcraft.
There are three dragon eggs in the cave.
One of the dark red dragon eggs was not broken out of its shell and was picked up by him after it was petrified.
The other two dragon eggs cannot see their original color, but they have already broken out of their shells.
Calculating the age of the dark red dragon egg fossils, the two eggs probably broke out around the time of the Doomsday Catastrophe.
Even if two young dragons are hatched, they will not survive until now.
Rhaegar frowned and speculated: "I'm afraid there will be an accident in the middle, and the year calculation will be inaccurate."
Thinking about it carefully, I feel regretful.
Time was tight, so he and Gluttony only visited the northern half of the Sothoros continent and the islands, but did not visit the further core areas and the south.
There is no telling, there will be dragons in Sothoros.
Just corresponds to the two young dragons in the mist.
Rhaegar was helpless, who told the red comet to come, and the magic tide became higher and higher.
The world is rich in magic power, and dragons, as the pinnacle of magical creatures, will surely experience an explosion in numbers.
Like Blizzard, Thrax, Dawn, Moondancer…
The young dragons that are supposed to hatch one or two per generation have broken out of their shells one after another in recent years.
Rhaegar thought about how to find traces of the young dragon.
In an instant.
Woooooo—
A heavy horn sound sounded, echoing throughout the foggy battlefield.
Rhaegar listened attentively, and it sounded very familiar to him.
Old, thick, fiery…
As the horn blows, the fog changes.
“Hiss!”
“Hiss…”
The fog dissipated little by little, and two completely different screams and screams flew randomly in the drizzle.
Dream perspective, trigger.
Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and his vision suddenly changed.
The vast sea is vast, and the sky is as dark as smoke.
A rainy night, a ruined town, a palace…
The dilapidated palace is made of black dragon stone, the floor is cracked inch by inch, and there is a cracked altar in the center.
Woooooo—
A five-foot-long, exquisite horn that looks like a dragon horn, black and dotted with blood stripes, is solemnly enshrined in the center of the altar.
Apparently no one is playing, but the horn echoes the ancient music.
Like the bright black surface of the night, a hazy red glow blooms.
Rhaegar was startled for a moment, recalling a magic item recorded in an ancient book.
Happy to the heart, he blurted out: "Dragon's horn!"
(End of this chapter)
