Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 156 Meeting the Dragon

Little Griffin and other senior officers of the Golden Warriors were arranged in another tent. He sat on a folding chair in the middle of the tent, trying to calm down and prepare for the meeting with his uncle and aunt.

Raleigh Duckfield, who taught him martial arts and was also his loyal guard, sat at the end of the tent, together with Sister Lemore, who taught him faith, and Haldon the Semimaester, who taught him language and history. They were not commanders of the Golden Company, but they were his companions who educated and raised him since childhood. These people could prove his identity, so they were brought in together.

Not every commander of the Golden Company is a descendant of Westeros, and not all of them want to come to Westeros. Franklin Flowers, Tristan Rivers, and Leswell Peake are the most determined factions to return to Westeros. After Jon Connington showed up with Aegon, they couldn't wait to make a choice.

The decision to get on the bus first and then buy the ticket was made by them and Jon.

But now that they had actually seen King Viserys's dragon, they began to become uncertain, because this strategy might not be useful when the other side had absolutely overwhelming force.

Several people were waiting anxiously, and although they were still sitting on the folding chairs, their expressions were obviously not calm.

Little Griffin was much calmer, he was already thinking about how to talk to his uncle Viserys as the son of Rhaegar. He had been told since he was a child that he was Aegon, the son of Rhaegar, and he never doubted his identity.

However, until Captain Harry and Jon returned to their tent, Little Griffin was not summoned to the central camp.

Legion Commander Harry sighed and said nothing.

Jon couldn't help but glance at Harry as he began to explain to the commander and young Aegon in the tent about their experiences in the king's tent.

"What? How could he doubt my identity?" Little Griffin became excited.

"Of course he would doubt it." Jon's expression was somewhat painful. According to the information given by Illyrio, the king was extremely cautious and it was not surprising for him to doubt anyone. "But he gave us a way to go to the northern wall to find Maester Aemon. According to him, he is an old man over a hundred years old."

"Over a hundred years old," Tristan Rivers thought it was unreliable. "For such an old man, how can he still see Prince Aegon's hair and eyes clearly? He just doesn't want to acknowledge His Royal Highness's identity as a prince!"

"Keep your voice down!" Jon asked him to restrain himself.

Aegon's lips twisted with grievance: "I came to him with an army as a relative, but he..."

"With that dragon of his, he can have as many troops as he wants." Leswell Peake, the exiled lord.

"We already control most of Cape Wrath," Franklin Flowers couldn't help saying, "Isn't it enough to give these to him?"

Captain Harry took over his words: "The king has promised us to work under Prince Aegon as mercenaries before he confirms his identity. Everything else will have to wait until Prince Aegon confirms his identity." The commander-in-chief spoke slowly, and it was hard to say that there was no resentment in his heart. This captain was strongly opposed at the beginning, did not want to take risks, and would rather achieve nothing in Myr. Maybe people call this cowardice, but the Golden Group broke the Myrish treaty and abandoned the reputation accumulated by several generations to take this risk, which he called prudence.

But as everyone was stirred by the prospect described by Jon Connington, the others exchanged thoughtful glances, and they all began to speak together, Harry could only go with the flow.

Tristan Rivers drummed his fingers on his knee. "'If he does not come to us, we will go to him.' That is undoubtedly true. We have high hopes for Prince Aegon, Jon."

The pressure was on Jon Clinton.

Then the young Griffin spoke. "Keep your hopes up to me," he said. "I am Rhaegar's son, there is no doubt about that. I made the promise to you and brought you to Westeros, and I will complete the final step to confirm it."

Jon stood beside his prince and said, "Think carefully about what you are saying, and then speak out loud."

"I have made up my mind," the boy insisted. "I will ask to see the king alone and explain everything to him. I have other ways of proving my identity, but if that doesn't work, I will go north to meet great-great-grandfather Aemon as he asks. Of one thing, the king and the lords will surely laugh at my claims and label us liars and impostors if I cannot prove my identity."

Franklin Flowers laughed. "Well, you're brave."

As they were discussing in the tent, a voice approached.

Everyone fell silent.

The guard reported: "Your Highness, Captain, and all the commanders, the king's tent has sent someone outside to summon the man who calls himself 'Aegon', Barristan."

Young Griff thought that things had taken a turn for the better, and he was so happy that he was about to step forward.

Jon stopped him. "Only Aegon?"

The guard was puzzled: "He said there are also Jon Connington and Ashara Dayne, but these two people should not be on our side."

Jon sent him away. "Well, get down."

Sister Lemore couldn't help but give June Connington a quizzical look.

Jon only smiled awkwardly in response: "Then Your Highness, Sister Lemore, let's go together to see why the king summoned us."

Soon, Little Griffin, Jon, and the nun walked out of the tent.

Barristan, who was waiting outside the tent, couldn't help but look at the tent door. The golden and crimson light of the setting sun shone through the open tent curtain.

The leader was a handsome young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with the typical silver hair of the Targaryen family. His eyes were purple in the twilight, but compared to Viserys and Daenerys, his eyes were slightly lighter purple, more blue. He was tall and thin, with a feminine temperament. To Barristan, he looked a bit like Rhaegar, but if you look closely, except for the temperament and the melancholy of Prince Rhaegar, there is actually not much similarity in appearance.

Behind the young man was the elderly Jon and a woman dressed as a nun.

The woman was dressed in the pure white robes of a nun, with a belt woven from colorful silk threads tied around her waist. Her brown hair was revealed from her nun's hood, and her purple eyes sparkled in the twilight.

A pair of unforgettable purple eyes. Barristan had remembered those eyes for the rest of his life since the first time he saw them. Many years later, Ser Barristan thought she was dead, but her voice and smile were always lingering in his mind. He could see her as long as he closed his eyes: long black hair draped over his shoulders, and purple eyes that made people linger.

Now the shadow overlapped with the woman in the nun's white robe.

She was still alive. Knowing this was enough for the old knight. The past that had been bothering him suddenly came to an end.

The old knight couldn't help but smile.

He was a knight of the Kingsguard, sworn to never marry, and she was now a nun, dedicated to the gods.

Just keep silent.

The old knight did not pay any more attention to her, just like a knight doing his job: "I guess you are the 'Prince Aegon'? And you, Sister, are you Lady Ashara Dayne?"

"Yes," Aegon replied eagerly. "I am Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar. Greetings, Ser Barristan."

The nun smiled at him and nodded politely: "Sir, I am Ashara Dayne, hello."

The old knight nodded slightly: "Please follow me, His Majesty the King is waiting for you in the back tent." He walked through the neatly arranged tents in the military camp.

Barristan led the way to the central camp. A large Targaryen flag with a red dragon on a black background was held high on a long pole. The evening breeze blew gently, and the flag flapped against the flagpole. In front of the tent, fully armed guards with bright armor patrolled with spears, checking every approach.

Barristan stopped in front of the central army tent and turned to talk to the three people behind him. He pointed to the road outside the central army tent and said, "Go around here and you will reach the rear tent where His Majesty is. His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Princess are waiting for you there." He looked at the young man with silver hair and purple eyes and pointed to the central army tent with its door tightly closed. "His Majesty said there is a test inside. If you want to try, you can go in and give it a try. If you succeed, it may prove that you are a Targaryen."

Before young Aegon could speak, Jon asked cautiously, "What's in there?"

The central military tent is not a place that can be easily entered, especially since the flag representing the king is hung here.

Barristan kept the secret. "It is his majesty's three-headed dragon and a little dragon called Nightfire."

"What? How is that possible?" the young man who called himself Aegon asked in surprise, "How can a three-headed dragon be so big inside?" The central military tent was big enough, but it obviously could not accommodate such a big dragon.

Barristan said solemnly, "Your Majesty's dragon can use magic and possesses magical powers. It can grow or shrink. He is inside. This 'Prince Aegon', His Majesty said that this is not a public occasion, but a private invitation. You can choose to go or not."

Young Aegon looked at the closed door of the central army tent with a solemn look and swallowed his saliva. When he heard what Barristan said, he seemed to be able to feel the dragon inside waiting quietly.

Seeing that young Aegon wanted to go in, Jon Connington said anxiously, "Your Highness, a dragon can only have one rider. Once a dragon recognizes its rider, it will not let anyone else ride it! And two dragons are too dangerous!"

Barristan explained, "This is not dragon taming, Ser Clinton. It's just to verify whether the dragon recognizes his bloodline. Your Majesty's dragon, Gullyok, has devoured enough flames in Dragon Mountain and is not hungry now. Gullyok only devours the flames of volcanoes and does not eat meat or people. But you may be blown out by him. I have to warn you in advance that the wind from Gullyok's wings is very strong. As for the little dragon Nightfire, it is Her Majesty Daenerys's dragon. He is very gentle. As long as you have no ill intentions, he will not hurt you. If you really can't do it, run out quickly."

Young Aegon took a deep breath, turned his head and looked solemnly at his adoptive father Jon, and nodded to him.

Jon looked at the boy he had once called his son. The road ahead was filled with dangers, he knew, they had waited so long, and given so much. Perhaps all it took was for the boy to enter the tent, and the bells that rang loudly in his dreams every time he closed his eyes would stop. The old man nodded solemnly.

Aegon turned back to Barristan and said, "I want to go in and try."

Barristan was not surprised by his choice, but admired his courage and stepped aside to get into the tent.

The young man who identified himself as Rhaegar's son stepped forward, grasped the doors of the tent, and pulled them open a crack. A wave of heat swept in, filled with the smell of heat, ash, and fire. On the other side of the door was darkness, a gloomy darkness that felt alive and threatening, growling at him hungrily.

But there was no sound. Just a wave of heat.

At the door, he could already sense something in the darkness, sitting and waiting.

He was Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar, and he thought this method of verification was perfectly reasonable.

Why did King Viserys allow the dragon to verify his identity? It was to prove that he was a true Targaryen.

He walked in the door.

The sun had already set, and there was no light in the central army tent, so the walls, floor, and ceiling absorbed the light. As he walked into the tent, the curtain at the door fell, and the inside was instantly dark.

The third one is called Guliok, and the youngest one is called Yehuo, he reminded himself.

Use their names, command them, speak to them calmly, be firm. Control their emotions. He must not be afraid. He is a Targaryen too, he can get along with dragons too.

The most important thing was to show fearlessness. Animals could smell fear, and as for dragons...what did he know about dragons?
The young man who claimed to be the son of Rhaegar slowly moved forward. A cluster of flames appeared on the king's high throne in the center of the tent, illuminating an area. Under the flames was a huge single eye and a dragon head.

The air suddenly became hotter. He began to sweat.

The huge dragon eye stared at him, and then, on both sides of the dragon eye, the other two eyes opened.

Amber gold, they were, brighter than the polished shields, and seemed to glow with a heat of their own.

The dragon's head shone red under the horns of fire. He saw the dragon open the mouth of the middle head. Behind a row of sharp teeth, he glimpsed the light of the furnace, the flash of fire was a hundred times brighter than any fire he had ever seen. The dragon's head was larger than the horse's head. Three long snake necks slowly rose up, and three eyes rose in front of him. The black shadow sat up, like some huge black beast unfolding, and three dragon eyes looked down at him ferociously from high above.

He felt that his legs could no longer move, as if they had taken root under his feet.

Three, he thought. "Guliouk," he tried to shout out the name, but the sound was stuck in his throat, and a sudden hoarse voice came out, "Guliouk." He spoke again with a hoarse voice, and by the gods, he remembered the dragon's name.

Warrior, please give me courage, he prayed.

Suddenly, he smelled the odor of sulfur and burnt meat coming from the side and rear.

He turned his head and saw two glowing golden eyes staring down at him.

when?
He found that his calves were shaking uncontrollably and his hands and feet were cold.

The little dragon that had approached him from behind at some point in time came closer with a fiery breath, but with a look that made him feel cold.

The little dragon was not small. When it stood up, it was taller than him. The dragon's throat was making a buzzing sound that made him shudder.

The young man who called himself the Son of Rhaegar raised his head. He shouted in his heart, shout out the little dragon's name, quick!
"Nightfire," he called out, but his voice was distorted.

The little dragon's entire body gradually emerged, including its neck and tail, black and red scales, and two small horns protruding from the top of its head. Its eyes burned in the darkness like lakes of molten gold.

The dragonet's wings rattled and stretched out, flames building between his jaws, a whirlwind of orange and yellow fire gathering behind sharp black teeth.

In half a heartbeat, all thoughts and ideas fled from the mind of the young man who called himself Aegon.

He heard the howling of the wind.

Then a gust of hot wind instantly wrapped around his body, and he instinctively stretched out his arms across his face to protect his eyes and head from the furnace smoke.

The fierce wind blew him up. The wind was so strong that it lifted up his stiff legs and feet, and rolled up his whole body, causing him to lose his balance and be blown out of the tent without any resistance.

It was not until he fell to the mud outside the tent door and was dizzy from the fall that he remembered how to scream.

There is no doubt that he failed this test.

(End of this chapter)