Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 253 Raging Dragon

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

"what--"

Three shrill voices rang out in the delivery room almost at the same time. For a moment, Darren didn't know whether he should go to see his wife or his mother. But Beile rushed to his mother without hesitation: "Maester, come and save my mother!"

But the scholars were all stunned where they were. Following their gaze, they saw that the young Beile almost stumbled and fell, and Daeron seemed to be strangled by something, with his eyes wide open, unable to speak at all.

Fresh blood dripped drop by drop from the already crimson sheets of the delivery bed, gathering into a terrifying river of blood.

Queen Jenny's face turned pale and her eyes widened. Even if he didn't try to test her, Darren knew that his wife was probably in danger.

The bulging belly collapsed, and on the bloody skin, two scaly little claws pierced through the mother's belly, exposing the already cold child under the firelight of the delivery room.

Belle couldn't hold it back, and a large mouthful of acid water came out with a "vomit". Darren stared blankly at the stiff child.
"Monster, monster, he killed my Jenny."

Darren's voice was so cold that even Beile beside him couldn't help but shudder after finally suppressing his nausea.

But Darren seemed not to hear it. He just raised his hand stiffly. He didn't know what he was doing. The child was like a demon crawling out of hell. His body was covered with hard scales. A pair of wet, wrinkled little wings stretched weakly behind the child, overlapping with the child's sharp claws, which looked particularly weird.

After a while, Darren rushed to his wife like a madman and tried to pull the child off his wife, but he was held tightly by several maesters.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Queen Mother has fainted, and so is the Queen Mother." The Grand Maester shouted and grabbed the king's clothes. Daeron slowly calmed down, but when he came to his senses and looked at his brother.

But he only saw Beile with tears streaming down his face.

"Brother, mother, mother is gone."

boom.

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Daeron's mind. The young king was unable to digest so much information in a short time.

His wife and eldest son died, his mother passed away, and his younger brother was assassinated.

The world is spinning.

The last scene Darren saw was his little brother's anxious and helpless look.

Baylor felt as if the sky had fallen on him.

He was originally just a carefree boy who could do everything he liked. He was his mother's youngest child, and his mother almost sacrificed half her life to give birth to him.

Beile knew from a young age that his life came not only from his mother's childbearing, but also from his mother's sacrifice. If his mother had not risked her life to give birth to him, he would never have come into this world. For this reason, the late King Aegon did not particularly like this child who almost took his wife away, but his mother, brothers and sisters, grandparents, cousins, and uncles liked him very much.

His mother took him to live in the Black Palace for a long time. That luxurious palace was once the favorite residence of the late King Aegon, and it was also where his grandfather Dragonzel and uncle Ringol lived when they came to King's Landing. After King Aegon's death, the Black Palace officially became his mother's private palace.

Baelor lived with his sister and mother in the Black Palace, which was full of Valyrian style. Grandpa and grandma would often ask people to send all kinds of interesting gifts, and Serena would often ride Sarafathers to the Black Palace to accompany her nephew and elder sister. Everyone doted on this child who had come into the world with so much difficulty.

The boy stood alone in the vast courtyard of the Black Palace, letting the heavy rain mixed with furious lightning wash over his body. He really couldn't fall asleep. In just one day, this boy who was just a child had experienced too much.

His mother, who doted on him the most, could not bear the death of her sister, grandson and son, and her condition suddenly worsened. She died in the delivery room, even though the Grand Secretary and his fellow scholars tried their best to save her.

Eventually, Queen Mother Samantha was summoned by the Stranger and returned to heaven.

His brother Rhaegar was assassinated in a strange and distant place. Unfortunately, neither his ancestors nor the dragons could save his life from that stupid assassin.

Hundreds of years later, another dragon king died in Essos inexplicably. Although the raging horn tide set the entire town on fire, and even Fulgrim who attended the banquet was burned to pieces, this was a great provocation to the Targaryens.

Queen Jenny, who also loved him, the incredibly gentle queen who could take care of everyone like a mother, was killed on the delivery bed by her own son, and his beloved brother also became a little unconscious under the huge blow.

Baylor felt that he had never felt so helpless.

Never.

“Seven Gods, please tell me what I should do.” The boy prayed devoutly over and over again in the rainstorm. He prayed to each of the Seven Gods, hoping that they could return his mother to him.

Unfortunately, even the boy memorized all the scriptures at a young age.

But the Seven did not respond to him.

The Heavenly Father did not send down a gentle and majestic voice as the scriptures say, and the Virgin Mary did not touch her cheek like a mother. The girl disappeared, the warrior disappeared, the blacksmith was powerless, the old woman's lamp was extinguished, and the stranger kept silent.

The boy was desperate.

"Seven Gods!" The boy even began to curse the Seven Gods in his heart.

Finally a voice responded to him.

In response to him, there was a strange and unpleasant dragon roar that made Beile feel very comfortable.

The rain is getting heavier.

The entire Black Palace, no, the entire King's Landing was drowned in the crackling sound of rain. Under the dark rain curtain, the dark gray light brought deep warmth to the boy who was soaked all over.

Belle raised his head and looked at the big eyes that were shining with golden light in the rain.

The slender and powerful tentacles gently stretched out from the rain.

The dragon who had lost his companion gently stroked the boy who had lost his mother with his tentacles.

"Huohuo. Mom, are you here to see me?" Beile also slowly pressed against the dragon's hot tentacles, letting the rising heat dissipate the dampness on his body. "Mom, don't you want Beile anymore? Mom, Beile misses you so much."

Luehuo watched tenderly as Beile tightly hugged the tentacles that he had extended to him, and slowly, bit by bit, hung his entire body on the tentacles, just like a child hanging in his mother's arms.

The warmth penetrated his heart, and the boy suddenly felt an indescribable tiredness. He didn't care at all that Huo Huo was now a wild dragon, and just hung on Huo Huo's tentacles and fell into a deep sleep.

Huohuo just looked at his friend's little son in the rain for a long time.

Finally, the tentacle that Belle was holding tightly was slowly lifted up.

The dragon carefully placed the tentacle with Beile hanging on its back, and the other tentacles intertwined to form an impenetrable net to block the heavy rain for Beile.

The golden light and the dark grey flames gradually died out in the rain.

But the shadow of the huge beast still swayed in the rain.

It seems to be telling something.

Dragon's Nest City.

Except for Serena who has not returned yet, all the dragon knights of Vareses came to the main court of Dragon's Nest City.

Everyone was wearing helmets and armor, even the young Regen was dressed neatly and stood quietly behind his brothers and sisters.

Longzier rarely wore the Valyrian steel armor "Dragon Rider".

He looked around at his neatly dressed brothers and children, and finally his eyes fell on his eldest son, Ringol.

Ringol also looked at his father. He could understand what his father was going to do. The dragons of Oldtown had already flown to King's Landing. What happened in Essos had truly touched the bottom line of the dragon kings.

When Vareses was not that powerful, it was inevitable for him to leave the complicated East Continent. No one wanted to be shrouded in the shadow of death when someone around them suddenly died.

But now, the two families combined have double-digit dragon knights, which can break all laws with one force. At this time, it is too late to provoke the dragon kings.
It's not resistance, it's sheer stupidity.

Lingol could already imagine the fate of those scheming and self-righteous guys.

No matter who sent the assassin, Rhaegar's death has brought considerable benefits to many parties. Sharish, local nobles, and even those guys in Volantis may have sent that stupid guy.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

There is only one price for angering the Dragon King.

Blood revenge is only natural.

"Children," Longzel said softly. The old man's voice was very low, but every Varese felt that his blood seemed to be burning when he heard Longzel's voice. Even the dragon connected to his heart conveyed excitement and uneasy emotions.

"We do not want to be the arrogant, crazy and ruthless Valyria of the past, but that does not mean we are weak and can be bullied." Longzel's voice was still soft, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

"Rhaegar is my grandson. Because of his murder, I lost my two grandsons and two daughters. They carry the precious blood of my family. So, children, tooth for tooth, blood for blood." Longzel pressed the Silver Blood Sword to the ground. He had never been so angry as today: "Ride your dragons and join our in-laws to show those who can't see their place, those greedy and short-sighted guys."

He slowly walked down the platform where the throne sat, and every step made the children feel great pressure.

It was as if a giant dragon was walking towards them.

"The wrath of a true dragon!"

(End of this chapter)