Chapter 640 Haiyan recognizes the master
The next day.
King's Landing, Red Keep.
"Quack quack..."
Thick swarms of ravens were released, delivering messages to every castle in Westeros.
Giant dragons flew out of their dens one after another and headed across Blackwater Bay.
The dock at Mud Gate stopped transporting goods, and the sailors of the Royal Fleet carried the goods and kept sailing towards the throat.
The death of a young prince shocked the entire continent.
Not since 101 AC, when brave Baerron Targaryen died of abdominal distension, had a male heir died.
Not to mention a precious dragon master.
…
Red Fort.
Alison looked ugly and helped her husband into her former friend's bedroom.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
"Rhaenyra." Viserys knocked on the door, panting: "My child, are you okay?"
My daughter came back last night and locked herself in her room without eating, drinking or taking a shower.
He had lost many children before they had grown up, and he understood the pain of losing a child.
"I'm fine, Dad."
Rhaenyra was still wearing yesterday's dirty clothes, and her calm demeanor and tone were worrying.
Viserys said sadly: "Aemon...he is a child, but the disaster will always pass."
What a wonderful child, and the most lovable of the grandchildren.
I like to listen to him tell the story of his grandfather, King Rui, over and over again, and help him read passages in history books.
"Seven Gods above, he shouldn't have to suffer like this!"
Viserys threw his head back and sighed.
Rhaenyra glanced at her father, standing by the fireplace and cleaning the accompanying sword "Light of the Realm".
No one regrets it more than she does.
Aemon was sent out by her.
No one is sadder than her.
That was her child. Who was the person who persuaded her and lost a child at the same time as her?
"Rhaegar has already set off."
Viserys stumbled forward, reaching out to take his daughter's hand.
"I know."
Rhaenyra ducked sideways, inserted the sword into the scabbard with a snap, lowered her head and murmured: "It will get better."
Viserys' hands froze in mid-air, and he couldn't hide the compassion in his eyes.
"Rhaenayla, you should take a bath and eat something."
Alison looked on with cold eyes and couldn't help but persuade.
At least her children were alive and none of them had any accidents.
"Yes, you're right."
Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and hurried out: "I still have children. I have to see Visenya and Egg."
One second later and tears would fall.
Bang--
The door slammed shut.
Viserys felt sad, and the sound seemed to hit his heart.
Alison looked complicated and gently smoothed her husband's messy breathing.
…
Chaotou Island, Chuanhui Town.
boom--
A huge thing as black as carbon flew over the island, followed by a huge green dragon and a light blue dragon.
In the harbor below, large ships flying the blue seahorse flag were crowded.
With a heavy look on his face, Collis strolled through the harbor inspecting the fleet.
"Collis, come!"
Rhaenys was wearing a black dragon-riding uniform. She took off her gloves and walked to a wooden shelf.
Corliss turned his head and said in surprise: "You should accompany the queen in King's Landing."
"I went and came back."
Rhaenys lay on the shelf and sighed: "Not every woman needs comfort. The cruelty of fate is obvious to all."
"Then it might be especially cruel to you and me."
Collis sighed, unable to help but feel the same.
His son and daughter had already left one after another.
Not one of them died alive, and all of them carelessly asked his old father, the white-haired man, to send the black-haired man away.
"But you and I didn't do anything wrong."
Rhaenys's eyes flashed with uneasiness, and she said angrily: "Storm's End was on fire last night. Lady Elena, Malice, Floris, and hundreds of her family members didn't survive."
That was her mother's natal home, a place that held many beautiful memories.
A well-known fire burned everything from top to bottom.
Corliss frowned and did not answer the question.
It is said that what happened to Aemon at Storm's End would make a normal person angry.
Mrs. Malice deserves retribution for what she did.
but……
"It's too much."
Corliss thought to himself and asked: "Is there any direct heir to the Baratheon family?"
It seems that there is also a daughter from a foreign marriage, the third among the four storms.
"Do you think a person full of anger will leave behind troubles?"
Rhaenys took a deep breath and gritted her teeth secretly: "Our Majesty has issued an order to announce that the Baratheon family will cancel their dukedom and build a prince's palace on the ruins of Storm's End to commemorate their dead son."
"He wants to replace the Duke of One Realm? How bold."
Collis couldn't help but change his expression.
The structure of Westeros has not changed for hundreds of years. The last major change was when the conquerors unified the six kingdoms.
But even the conquerors still retained the enfeoffment system of the Six Kingdoms, with dukes instead of kings.
Even Dorne did not give in and continues to use the title of Prince to this day.
If the royal family directly bans a duke in a territory, it means that a large amount of land will be included in the royal territory and subject to the direct jurisdiction of the royal family.
One is loyal to the lord, and the other is loyal to the king.
The power structure is completely different depending on the title.
Moreover, the prince's palace is built on the ruins of Storm's End. What signal will this send to the noble lords throughout Westeros?
Rhaenys said with a sense of regret: "Who told Baratheon to be dragged by his pigtails and become the unlucky guy who killed the chicken to scare the monkeys?"
Everyone knows the stupid thing Malice did, but no one dares to speak out about it.
"Power is like a vast ocean, which can stir up huge waves at any time."
Corliss was filled with emotion and reminded his wife: "Let's not get involved. It's more important to prepare for the next war."
"Yes, it's war again."
Rhaenys shook her head and laughed, not interested at all.
Her son died on the battlefield in the rainforest, and her daughter died on the battlefield on the delivery bed.
It seems that people are born for war.
"Don't be like this, Rhaenys."
Corliss looked worried and stroked his wife's face: "The children died, but we still have to go there."
"You're right."
Rhaenys nodded helplessly and put her face against her husband's palm.
The old couple can only comfort themselves in this way.
...
The lower half of the Strait of Nath.
A lush island next to the Broken Ship Bay and across the sea from the Storm's End.
Because of the blue water on the coastline, it is also called the Sapphire Island.
In the early morning, the dock was very lively.
Fishermen and fishmongers got up early as usual, selling and buying fresh fish, processing and selling them to island residents.
"Bastard, give me a big fish."
A tall man walked to the fishmonger's stall and shouted mockingly.
The people around him saw it and laughed.
"It's coming, please wait."
The fishmonger smiled kindly and was not surprised by this.
In front of everyone, he slaughtered a live fish with quick movements, gutted it and scraped off the scales.
Then, he wiped the fish butcher on his apron, tied the fish mouth with a straw rope and handed it to the customer.
"Six copper stars, thank you."
The fishmonger smiled and touched his bald head with silver stubble.
The tall man was attracted by his superb knife skills and smacked his lips: "Your knife is really fast, not like a bastard at all."
He took out a handful of copper stars and slapped them on the chopping board, and hurried home with the big fish.
The fishmonger was used to it and continued to run his stall.
Who told him to have dazzling silver-blonde hair and dark skin, which makes people know that his bloodline is not simple at a glance.
But no one knows who his parents are, and he inherited the surname "Storm" of the illegitimate son of Stormland.
"Have you heard that a prince who rode a dragon died?"
"Is it true..."
"Of course it's true, a dragon wing that big was fished out of the sea..."
The dock was as calm as ever, and the idle people who had nothing to do talked about it.
The fishmonger blinked his eyes and leaned in to eavesdrop.
Who can not envy the big man who can ride a dragon?
"I also heard that a dragon fell on the island, in the yard of the lord's castle."
"My uncle's nephew is a herdsman. He did send several goats to the lord's castle this morning..."
"..."
The more the story spread, the more incredible it became. Some people began to say that the lord was going to train the dragon to fly.
The fishmonger lost interest and continued to chop the fish head in disappointment.
The fish head is not easy to sell, and the wife and children can eat it when they take it back.
"Hiss!"
The next moment, a light silver dragon flew up from a corner of the island, flying and screaming across the blue sky.
"Dragon!..."
Everyone on the dock saw it and gathered together to look at the dragon.
People in small places are not like Junlin and Chaotou Island, and they may never see a dragon in their lifetime.
"Hiss!"
Haiyan screamed loudly, and one of her wings was injured and she was shaky halfway.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the dragon, and they didn't notice that a fishmonger was missing.
Sapphire Beach.
The light silver dragon screamed repeatedly, flapping its inflexible wings and falling continuously, and finally fell on the soft gravel.
After struggling for a long time, it turned over and climbed up from the gravel, shaking off its huge body.
"Hiss..."
Haiyan hummed weakly, looking up at the forest on the other side of the beach.
It's time to go there to recuperate.
Suddenly looking up, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure came into view.
"Hiss!"
Haiyan shrank her neck, bent over alertly and took an attacking posture, with her amber pupils wide open.
The figure stood there in a daze, staring at the dragon in a trance.
One second, two seconds...
The man and the dragon stared at each other for several minutes, and the air seemed to freeze.
"Roar..."
Haiyan blinked her pupils, was the first to notice something strange, and obediently lowered her body.
Tap...
The figure hesitated for a moment, took off the apron full of fish smell, and approached the dragon step by step.
Looking at the familiar light silver scales and the dragon odor that poured into the nose.
At this moment, Lanino opened his mouth and said in a lost voice: "Haiyan!"
As soon as the voice fell, he didn't care about the past, and threw his arms and ran towards the injured dragon.
He remembered it.
Being backstabbed by her lover because of cheating, she fell into the sea and drifted to Nas Island. From having nothing to becoming the best fishmonger step by step.
He remembered it all.
"Hiss!"
Haiyan heard the familiar voice, and bright light burst out from her vertical pupils. She could not wait to rush forward a distance.
"You found me, Haiyan!"
Lannino burst into tears and fell in front of the dragon, holding the rough jaw and rubbing it hard.
It was still warm, like sand and stone for sharpening a knife.
"Hiss!"
Haiyan roared to the sky, lying motionless on the beach, covering the driver who had been reunited after a long absence.
At this moment, the dragon roar filled with joy spread throughout the island.
No one knew that an inconspicuous fishmonger had transformed into a noble dragon driver.
