Chapter 612 Gift of the Valyrian Steel Sword

Chapter 612 Gifting the Valyrian Steel Sword-"Dragon Claw"

As she spoke, the smile on her beautiful face was exactly the same as that of her daughter Visenya.

Mother and daughter are almost cut out of the same mold.

Rhaegar sat up straight and said unexpectedly: "Belron, have you decided to tame a dragon?"

The eldest son is determined and has rejected Gray Shadow many times over the years.

Can't you resist the temptation of riding a dragon?

"No, Father."

Belron scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I just want to give it a try. Silver Wings doesn't seem to be suitable for me."

Silver Wings are very nice and beautiful, and their size should not be underestimated.

But a giant dragon with a gentle temperament is more suitable for younger brothers and sisters to ride.

As for the reason for taming the dragon, it cannot be said that he was abducted by his good uncle Aegon.

It's so shameful to be deceived by a fool!

Rhaegar had expected this and sighed: "If you had the ability, you should have tamed a dragon as soon as possible."

Several older children all rode dragons and became praised by everyone as dragon masters.

On the contrary, the eldest Bellon is still alone.

When the nobles in the kingdom learned about this, it was inevitable that they would discuss it behind their backs.

It is a big taboo for a prince to be weak.

"I still want to wait a little longer."

Belron lowered his head and whispered, "Maybe it won't take long."

Rhaegar rubbed his brows and pointed: "Then you have to make a decision as soon as possible. Silver Wing is in the dragon's lair, there is Eragath on Dragonstone Island, and Vhagar and Sea Smoke are wandering around, both with bad tempers."

There are only four dragons left that are currently ownerless.

The family blossomed and its descendants gradually prospered.

If the eldest son does not strike first and gain the upper hand, he will inevitably be overtaken by those who come after him.

"I will, Father."

Berron was pardoned,

The little chicken nodded like it was pecking at rice.

He had a hunch that the day when he would ride a dragon was not far away.

And the premonition increased sharply every day, clinging to me like maggots in my bones.

It even made him a little uneasy.

Looking at his eldest son like a child who made mistakes, Rhaegar couldn't bear to mess with his mind.

Targaryen is a combination of madness and greatness, and there will always be some unconventional geniuses.

When he was six years old, he dared to be a glutton for steel and had to have this dragon-eating species.

The eldest son who inherits his bloodline will not dare to tame the dragon because of cowardice.

"Okay, let's talk about some government affairs."

Rhaegar patted Rhaenyra's slender waist to indicate that her child was still there.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and snickered, then stood up to teach Visenya a lesson for teasing her younger brother.

What a wonderful baby boy, being pinned to the ground and used as a cushion to sit on.

The scene cleared and the father and son were face to face.

Rhaegar took out a letter each and placed it on the table.

"What's this?"

Bellon stepped forward.

"Government affairs, I prefer to call them troublesome matters."

Rega stretched out three fingers to push the envelope forward, and said seriously: "You are not young anymore, it is time to share the burden with me."

"Okay!" Belron wished for it.

"There are three things in total, you can choose any one."

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, he clicked on one of the letters first, and said Wang Zha: "The red sea monster in the Iron Islands, an iron type who burned, killed and plundered, can you deal with it?"

Bellon was stunned when he heard this and asked: "A Greyjoy?"

"That's right." Rhaegar said frankly, waiting for his eldest son's reply.

Belron frowned and lowered his head.

The red sea monster's vicious reputation spread far and wide, and there were thousands of iron types under his command.

He has no dragons and no army.

It's basically an egg hitting a rock.

"Forget it, let's change the trouble."

Rhaegar did not mean to be embarrassed, and chose the second letter: "A batch of long-winged dragon eggs hatched on Dragonstone Island again, and the previous long-winged dragons fled outside. The people along the coast of the King's Territory, Seagull Town, and the Stormlands took great pains."

"I……"

A line of sweat broke out on Belron's forehead and he couldn't open his mouth.

Winged dragons are unintelligent beasts. After hatching in large numbers, they harass the people around Dragonstone and prey on the herdsmen's cattle and sheep.

If this matter is left to his younger brother Aemon or Mekar, or even his younger sister Dany, they might be able to handle it through gritting their teeth.

All three have dragons, all of which are more majestic than the Winged Dragon.

But he...

Belron's head was so low that it was almost touching the floor, and he said in despair: "I can't do it."

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged as he opened the third letter.

"Rhaegar!"

Rhaenyra shook her head at him with worry in her eyes.

It is not easy for the eldest son to develop a cheerful and generous character without a dragon.

If the suppression is too much, there may be a second cruel Maegor.

Rhaegar glanced at her and continued: "Raise your head, there is a third thing."

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and opened her thin lips.

"I said there is a third thing!"

Rhaegar's voice increased, interrupting Rhaenyra's persuasion, shocking the eldest son who bowed his head and remained silent.

Belron mustered up his courage and gritted his teeth: "I can definitely do the third thing."

No matter how difficult it is, even if it requires a dragon.

The worst he could do was contact Silver Wing and try to gain the approval of the female dragon.

He always wants to prove to his father and the world that he is not a coward!

"Haha~"

Rhaegar laughed dumbly and said: "Old Tully has passed away. Riverrun is inherited by his grandson Elmon Tully. The royal family needs a representative to attend the funeral."

"Huh?" Belron's eyes widened.

He was all ready to sacrifice himself and was burned while training the dragon.

"Silly boy, it's not that complicated."

Rega leaned back and said calmly: "But it's not that simple."

"what do I do?"

Verron takes it seriously.

Rhaegar showed a look of reminiscence and changed the topic: "Do you still remember what I told you about "A Song of Ice and Fire"?"

"certainly."

Such an important inheritance was something that Belron kept in mind.

"It is prophesied that there will be darkness and cold winter in the north."

Rhaegar rapped his knuckles on the table and asked: "Ten years of long summer have passed. Does it indicate that the next winter will be unusually harsh?"

Frankly speaking, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, winter is coming and darkness covers the earth.

After waking up from the dream, he asked Varys and the red-robed witch, and both of them said something.

"When the water is full, it will overflow; when it is full, it will be in loss!"

The Targaryen family ushered in unprecedented prosperity, and the kingdom entered unprecedented prosperity.

There are various signs to prove that Targaryen and Westeros are connected by lifeline, and they will face a test of ice and fire.

Only by working through the difficulties can we survive.

Belron's breath was stagnant, and he didn't dare to miss a word.

Boom!

Rhaegar paused while tapping his knuckles in an orderly manner and made a decision: "Aside from the prophecy of the Conqueror, the family has actually been facing various hardships."

For example, the free trade city-state of Essos continent, the remnants of the Three Women Kingdom...

This is just the enemy on the surface. There are countless vultures secretly coveting it, always eager to eat the flesh and blood of the dragon after its death.

Problems must be nipped in the bud.

In the expectant eyes of his eldest son, Rhaegar crossed the envelope forward and said seriously: "The Seven Kingdoms are too scattered, and many nobles are submissive to the royal family."

"If disaster strikes, how will the Targaryens unite all of Westeros?"

"What should I do to win over Lord Elmon Tully?"

Verron touched the envelope and felt a sense of responsibility.

"No!"

Rhaegar shook his head and said seriously: "Not only the Tully family, you also have to win over countless powerful nobles in the Riverlands to make them truly loyal to the royal family and to you!"

Belron was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "But they have always been loyal to the royal family, and your influence even exceeds that of the Tully family."

Before his father inherited the Iron Throne, his basic territory was the King's Territory, the Vale, and the Riverlands.

Old Duke Tully obeyed his orders and called on the nobles of the Riverlands to exert great efforts in the campaign to conquer the Stepstone Islands and the Three Women's Kingdom.

To this day, there are many widows and orphans in the Riverlands.

"Not enough."

Rega changed his benevolent face and said coldly: "Influence does not mean control. The royal family must control unstable factors."

He once devoted himself to seeking relief from bachelors, and also traveled to the east and west continents.

You can get a glimpse of the local customs and city-state systems from various places.

The aristocratic system follows the ancient feudal system, and the king and the nobles jointly govern the world.

The Essos continent has a more progressive parliamentary system and federal system, fighting for power openly and secretly.

Can't tell whether it's good or bad.

The former's rule is more stable, but the disadvantage is that the monarch can easily be ignored.

The latter is centralized, but its shortcoming is that people's hearts are complicated and it does not have a political power that lasts more than a hundred years.

Rhaegar thought deeply and said: "We are descendants of Valyria, outsiders in Westeros."

This also means that the Targaryen's best option is to integrate rather than break up the original system.

Rega always remained rational and continued: "There are nobles in all seven countries who do not respect the king's orders. Your trip to the Riverlands this time is to win over the nobles who are loyal to the royal family and do your best to suppress and weaken the neutralists and fence-sitters."

"That will cause a backlash from the nobles."

At a young age, Bellon knew the nature of the nobles very well.

When in danger, fight back with all your might.

Rhaegar shook his head: "Don't be afraid. With the royal family's control over the Riverlands, it will not be difficult to eliminate dissidents."

The Tully, Strong, and Blackwood families are all loyal and powerful.

Let them serve as the vanguard, neither the royal family will be involved, nor the nobles can resist.

"Riverlands, valleys..."

Belron murmured to himself, suddenly thinking of Dany and Anna returning to the valley.

The two sisters were recalled by Lady Jane, and it was rumored that a grand party would be held in Gulltown.

"Have you thought of it?"

Rhaegar laughed when he heard the news and said: "The Riverlands and the Vale are virgin lands to strengthen centralization. In the future, there will be the Reach and the Stormlands."

The most difficult to deal with are the three borderlands of the North, West and Dorne.

If the eldest son and Jeyne work well together, it will not be difficult for the Reach and Stormlands.

For the remaining three realms, Lei Jia did not resist using the dragon to intimidate.

All in all.

During his reign, nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms suffered.

"Okay, I can!"

Bellon's blood boiled with enthusiasm when he heard this, and he did his part.

Rhaegar loosened his fingers and the eldest son took away the envelope and stood up and said: "Lord Leonor and his eldest son Sir Harwin will accompany you. They are the nobles of the Riverlands and can best assist you."

Then, he walked out: "Follow me, don't be shabby when you go out."

Belron was happy and followed him like a little tail.

…

Go out and go to the king's palace.

Rega calmly opened the door to his room.

In fact, he doesn't live here very often.

Rhaenyra's princess bedroom was converted into the queen's palace, where he spent the night.

The door is open, and the gauze curtain blocks the sun.

Rhaegar entered and looked at a wall next to the fireplace.

"Wow~!"

Belron followed the line of sight and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A row of Valyrian steel weapons hangs from top to bottom on the carved frescoed wall.

The long swords have recast "Dragon Claw", "True Fire" inlaid with flaming red heart, and "Black Fire" symbolizing royal power.

A spear named "Morning Light" is inserted on the side.

Above the fireplace, there is even a "Dragon Horn" that is so black that two people can't hold it together.

Finally, above the Dragon Horn, there is a three-edged arrow made of Valyrian steel.

Rhaegar raised his chin slightly and said generously: "Choose one, my son."

Baelon was instantly ecstatic and ran to the fireplace to carefully observe each Valyrian steel weapon.

The true fire is as black as the night, and the sword body is dotted with starlight patterns.

The black fire on the sword body was once the sword of the conqueror.

Baelon stroked them one by one and landed on the last "Dragon Claw".

It was cold to the touch, and the blade was so sharp that it could break hair.

The black dragon bone was carved into claws, as if it wanted to hold the entire sword body with water ripples.

"It symbolizes fearless courage."

Berlon's eyes were firm. He took off the flamboyant dragon claws with both hands and said favorably: "Father, I want your original sword."