Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 23 Dragonstone and hatching dragon eggs.

Words are like the wind.

Especially certain words, which can even run faster than the wind.

If nothing unexpected happens, it normally takes more than half a year or even a lifetime for a piece of news to reach Westeros from Volantis. Unfortunately, the appearance of the new Dragon King family cannot be viewed with normal thinking.

With the help of Prince Reggio of Pentos, the news was transmitted to the westernmost part of the continent at an extremely fast speed. The high-flying ravens flew across the narrow sea and delivered the letter written by Prince Reggio himself to the stone castle standing on the smoking island.

Dragonstone.

"Keep your arms straight, like me." Prince Daemon held a wooden sword and tapped the boy's elbow lightly.

The boy immediately straightened his arms and pierced the target in front of him with the wooden sword in his hand.

The burly handsome boy has thick brown hair, a flat nose, and brown eyes, but it does not affect the boy's handsomeness. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon once had a period of time when he was distressed that he did not have the silver hair and purple eyes of the Valyrians, but now, he can accept his different appearance calmly.

But Jacaerys was more concerned about how he should address the man who was training him, Prince Daemon Targaryen, who was his stepfather, his great-uncle, and his future father-in-law.

At this moment, the castle's maester hurried out of the Raven Tower and handed a letter to Daemon, who was preparing for the next stage of training.

Then Jakaris saw his stepfather's face change instantly. He had never seen his stepfather show such an expression before.

"Little Jie, you continue your training first." Damon comforted Jakaris, threw down his wooden sword and quickly pulled the maester to the corner.

"Are you sure the news is true?" Damon asked in a cold voice.

The maester nodded. "It's a letter from Prince Reggio himself."

"Things are getting a little tricky." Prince Daemon put his hands behind his back and thought for a while. "Don't tell Rhaenyra yet. Wait until she wakes up. Send this letter to King's Landing immediately and hand it directly to the king."

"As you command, Your Highness."

After a while, a roar came from the Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone.

The blood-red body of the snake-like "bloodworm" Korakxiu rose into the sky and flew quickly towards Chaotou Island.

Rhaenyra was sleeping soundly in the castle bedroom. She was about to give birth and urgently needed rest. She did not notice that her husband had left the castle on his dragon.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" The black-haired old princess Rhaenys, wearing light armor and riding her giant dragon, the "Red Queen" Melias, a giant dragon with red scales, bright copper horns and spikes, was watching Damon slowly descending on the hill next to Climax City.

The old princess Rhaenys was the daughter of Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of Jaehaerys I, and Jocelyn Baratheon. After Aemon and "Prince of Spring" Baelor died one after another, Jaehaerys I, who had lost his heir, decided to convene a great council to let the lords decide who would be their next king. As the king's eldest granddaughter, Princess Rhaenys not only had powerful dragons, but also the strong support of her husband "Sea Serpent" Corlys Velaryon. But she still failed, and the king's succession right finally came to Viserys I.

So people also call Rhaenys the "Uncrowned Queen".

"Something bad has happened, Rhaenys." Daemon climbed down the rope ladder to Korakshuu nimbly. The dragon glanced at the Red Queen, then lowered his head and stared at his master.

Rhaenys slid down from the saddle. "What happened to make you lose your composure like this?"

Daemon took a deep breath. "Someone from another family tamed Vermithor and Silver Wing."

"what?"

Rhaenys stumbled and looked at Daemon in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Daemon calmed down. "We saw Wormithor and Silverwing leave Dragon Mountain before. I rode my dragon to chase them for a while, but I found that they were simply hunting whales in the Narrow Sea, so I didn't continue to follow them. But I didn't expect that."

"So you're coming with me?" Rhaenys looked at Daemon. "Can you guarantee that the two of us can kill our grandparents' dragon?"

"I came to discuss countermeasures with you, Rhaenys." Daemon moved closer, and the Red Queen immediately moved her huge dragon head forward vigilantly, exhaling a puff of hot air.

Korakshuu immediately stretched his neck and snorted at the Red Queen.

"If it was when my grandfather was on the throne, no, when both you and my father were alive," Rhaenys said. "If someone outside of his family hatched a dragon, he would immediately ride on Vermithor to kill that person and the dragon, but it is different now."

Daemon took over Rhaenys's words. "At that time, the dragons that the Targaryens could fight were Vermithor, Silverwing, Vhagar, Korakshu, and Melias. But what about now?"

"It's just you and me." Princess Rhaenys sighed. "Rhaenyra is pregnant, she can't ride a dragon to fight, and her sons' dragons are too young. I can't even guarantee that they can fly across the narrow sea. Vhagar, hum." The old princess snorted coldly, but continued. "Its rider just climbed down from the hospital bed. I'm worried that he will fall directly from the dragon." The old princess suddenly caught a glimpse of Daemon's expression. "Do you know who the dragon tamer is?"

Daemon nodded. "Of course." He took out a silver badge with a dragon and laurel leaves engraved on it. "Princess Senyla's son, oh, a legitimate son. Dragonzel Vareses and his twin brother Valar Vareses."

"Aunt Senila is married?"

Damon nodded. "She didn't let me tell you at that time. Uh, Lanar also knew about it." Damon lowered his head in embarrassment.

Rhaenys was stunned for a moment, then returned to her previous posture. "So what are your plans?"

"This kind of thing cannot be kept secret." Daemon held his chin up. "I'll let the maester inform the king directly and let my indecisive brother make the final decision."

Rhaenys rolled her eyes at Daemon. "Speak properly."

"Okay, okay." Damon raised his hands. "You win."

"The Varese family is also the Dragon King family. I'm sure you know this," Damon said.

Rhaenys nodded. She had read the family books and knew about the forty dragon kings of the past.

"Now that the Targaryen family has a monopoly on dragon eggs, even the bloodlines of the Dragon King family in the Black Wall cannot touch dragon eggs and ownerless dragons." Daemon continued. "So it must not be that easy for them to tame dragons."

"The ruins of Valyria?" Rhaenys responded immediately. "Impossible."

"Anything is possible," Damon said. "No matter what decision the king makes, we will be the ones to contact them in the end."

Rhaenys agreed that to deal with the dragon rider, only the dragon rider was needed.

"We can't confirm what they have obtained." Daemon raised his hand. "We can't risk losing a dragon that can fight. So we must treat this matter with caution."

"Are you trying to win them over?" Rhaenys decided to enlighten her cousins. "Do you think a new dragon family will willingly join the ranks of another dragon family?"

Damon suddenly laughed.

On board the Silent Lord.

The boys stared at the broken dragon egg in front of Rei.

And a kitten-sized, pitch-black, squeaking baby dragon.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?"

Longzel looked at his younger brother in shock.

Wormisol and Silver Wing, who were hovering in the sky, also lowered their heads and looked at the young dragon.

Without any warning, the young dragon suddenly jumped up and hid in Rey's clothes.

Ray explained with a red face and confusing words.

"I don't know what happened. It was just that on the way back, this black dragon egg started to glow, and then it did this, that, and then it cracked with a snap, and then it was like this."

Lei hurriedly took the dragon out of his clothes, and then the dragon licked his face with hot saliva.

"Congratulations, Rei." Longzel covered his face. "You also have your own dragon."

"Give him a name, brother." Valar came over excitedly, wanting to see the baby dragon's appearance clearly.

Then there was a gorgeous puff of smoke.

"What's your name?"

After a day of meetings, I split part of Chapter 23 and put it in this chapter. Tomorrow's two chapters will have more words. The perspective turns to Westeros.

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