Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.
Chapter 440 Aegon's Decision
Chapter 440 Aegon's Decision
“Spider silk.” Damion held out his hand, his voice calm and almost cruel.
Senelor immediately handed over the roll of nearly transparent Sothros golden spider silk. This exotic silk thread produced by the golden spiders cultivated in the greenhouse of Dragon's Nest City had a pearly luster under the candlelight and was more flexible than the finest silk. Damion picked up one end and shook it gently, and the silk thread actually emitted a subtle metallic hum.
"Keep holding him down."
Jonniel and Luthris held Maeka's shoulders again. The moment Damion's needle pierced the wound, Maeka's body twitched violently, and even in a semi-comatose state, the severe pain still made his back arch.
Damion's technique was so fast that it almost left an afterimage. The needle tip precisely avoided every trembling blood vessel, and each puncture tightened the tissue just right. The golden spider silk traveled through the flesh and blood, like a web woven by moonlight, putting the broken flesh back into place bit by bit.
"This kind of stitching." Grand Maester Harris couldn't help but move closer, his eyes wide open, "How is it possible?"
"This spider will use silk to bind and entangle its prey." Damion said without looking up. "After a period of time, the silk will blend into the flesh and become a part of the body. The spotted people of Sothoryos will use this silk to suture wounds, and the effect is much better than catgut."
As the last stitch was completed, the wound closed miraculously. The golden spider silk flickered in the candlelight, as if a beautiful pattern was woven under Maika's skin. But Damion did not stop. He took out a glass bottle from the medicine bag and poured out a few drops of amber liquid.
"Dragon resin," he explained, applying the liquid to the stitches. "It's a multi-processed medicine popular in Asia and Yidi. My father brought it back. It can prevent the wound from splitting, even if the sheep thief shakes it madly."
“Now,” Damion straightened up, his knuckles cracking slightly, “it’s Moonshadow’s turn.”
He took out a few dark blue leaves from his inner pocket. The silver veins on the leaves suddenly lit up the moment they touched Meka's skin, and they stuck to his forehead, heart, and wounds as if they were alive. The strangest thing was that the leaves began to beat slowly, as if they were syncing with Meka's heartbeat. Meka's breathing became steady, and the paleness on his face faded slightly. But Damion's expression remained solemn.
"This..." Reg stretched out his hand to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.
“Don’t move.” Damion pushed the king’s hand away. “They are absorbing the remaining toxin.”
He turned to the window. The sky in the east was already turning pale. In the morning light, he could clearly see the silver veins on the leaves gradually being eroded by the gray.
"This is all I can do." He washed the blood off his hands. "The poison of the ghost dancing grass has damaged his heart. Even if he survives..."
"What if I survive?" Reg's voice was hoarse.
Damion looked the king straight in the eye. "He can no longer bear the pressure of riding a dragon, unless a miracle happens."
There was a dead silence in the chamber. Everyone knew that for Maekar Targaryen, this was crueler than death.
Dragon's Nest
The clash of wooden swords echoed in the morning air, and Aegon stumbled suddenly, and his training sword fell to the ground with a clang.
"Egg?" Duncan immediately dropped his sword and held the boy's thin shoulders with his rough hands. "You look terrible."
Aegon shook his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his violet eyes. There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible dagger suddenly stabbed into his heart and then pulled out. He subconsciously clenched the clothes in front of his chest, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
"I'm fine," he panted, his voice weaker than usual, "I just suddenly feel a pain in my heart."
Duncan frowned, his eyes full of worry. He helped Aegon sit on the stone bench at the edge of the training ground and patted him on the back awkwardly. "Want some water? Or should I go find a maester?"
"No need." Aegon forced a smile, "Just rest for a while."
At this moment, Valenna Varese slowly walked out from the shadow of the column. Although the Silver Wing Rider was old, time seemed to have been particularly kind to her. Her silver hair flowed on her shoulders like moonlight, and her violet eyes were still as bright as a girl's. Her steps were light and graceful, and her every move was full of the majesty of a dragon rider. "What's wrong, child?" Her voice was soft, but it carried a power that could not be ignored. Her slender fingers rested on Aegon's forehead, and her palm was slightly cool. "Are you having a fever?"
"No." Aegon shrank back subconsciously and forced a smile, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
Valena's brows knitted slightly. She withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to Hagen and Hoffa who were standing beside her. The two boys immediately straightened their backs, but their eyes flickered, obviously hiding something secret.
This subtle movement did not escape Duncan's eyes. This seemingly honest boy was unusually perceptive in some ways. He noticed that Hoffa's hands were unconsciously rubbing together, and Hagen's toes were rubbing the ground restlessly.
"Are you hiding something from little Aegon?" Valenna walked towards the two children and asked directly, her voice lower than usual.
Hagen's purple eyes flashed with panic, but he quickly calmed down: "What can we hide?"
Huo Fazha pursed his lips, and his ice-blue pupils looked particularly deep in the morning light.
Valenna sighed softly, her silver hair swaying slightly as she moved: "Children, the training ends here. Aegon needs to rest."
Her tone was unquestionable, with the authority of an elder. Duncan opened his mouth to say something, but Aegon pulled his sleeve.
"Come on, Dunk," Aegon said quietly. "I want to see the library."
When the two teenagers left the training ground, Varenna turned to Hagen and Hoffa, a stern flash in her purple eyes: "What do you know?"
Hoffa lowered his head and said in an almost inaudible voice: "The Raven Meka from King's Landing is injured. Very seriously injured."
Valenna's pupils suddenly contracted. She looked in the direction where Aegon left, her silver hair fluttering gently in the wind.
The candlelight flickered in the bronze lamp, illuminating the three solemn faces in a flickering manner.
"We must tell him." Hagen lowered his voice, his purple eyes flickering with anxiety. "Aegon is Maekar's son. He has the right to know that his father is on the verge of death. But I can't do it. Grandma, I can't do it."
Valenna shook her head slightly, her fingertips traced the wax seal on King Rhaegal's letter: "Rhaegal specifically asked not to tell Aegon for the time being. The child is as delicate as his mother. If he knew that Maekar was seriously injured and would not be able to recover."
"But this is wrong!" Hoffa suddenly slammed the table and stood up. The candlelight cast flickering shadows in his ice-blue pupils, but his voice became weaker and weaker. "Didn't you see how he trained today? His hands were shaking, and he couldn't even hold the sword steadily. He felt it! The blood connection will not lie! But... it is too cruel to tell him this news. I dare not... and I can't."
In the shadow of the corridor outside the door, Aegon clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his knuckles white. He had come to Hoffa excitedly to see the newly hatched dragon cubs, and in fact he had forgotten the accident on the training ground, but he accidentally heard this conversation that was like a bolt from the blue.
Father is dying?
This thought was like an ice pick piercing his heart. Aegon's breathing became rapid, and there was a buzzing in his ears, so he could hardly hear the next conversation in the room.
Valena's silver eyelashes drooped. "That's why we have to protect the child. Maika is now..." Her voice choked. "Even for my son, it is difficult to completely cure Maika."
Hoffa suddenly turned and walked to the window, his icy blue eyes reflecting the moonlight outside the window: "Have you ever thought that if Aegon heard this news from someone else, he would hate us for the rest of his life? Just like my father never told me that my name was used by my uncle who died young, although I don't care about this kind of thing."
There was silence.
Aegon stepped back quietly, his bare feet stepping on the cold stone ground without making any sound. His chest rose and fell violently, but he bit his lips tightly to prevent the sob from escaping.
(End of this chapter)
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