Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 233 Dream Fire Recognizes Its Master!

The next day, it was bright and clear.

Viserys arrived at the dragon's lair with his entire family.

As soon as he stepped through the bronze gate, Aegon jumped out and boasted, "Who wants to ride a dragon with me to the heavens?"

"Tch!~"

Jaeheris and Beneira looked at him with disdain.

"You two go get on the boat."

Aegon was enraged.

The brother and sister snorted and ignored the childish guy.

"Quiet down, this is not a place for you to fool around."

Lana walked over and earnestly reminded the brother and sister to be respectful.

Imon didn't care, and just watched with amusement.

As the newly appointed dragon rider of the royal family, Aegon certainly had reason to be proud.

He was just a little arrogant.

It was a heartwarming scene, but few of the people present were truly moved.

Specifically referring to Aegon and Aymond, who were following behind the crowd.

Little Egan is 5 years old, and he is precocious and has a lot of ideas.

Upon learning of her mother's passing, she nearly fainted from crying yesterday afternoon.

I woke up this morning with a pale face, as if I might fall ill at any moment.

After much pleading, the king's uncle finally allowed him to accompany her to see her mother one last time.

Imond, on the other hand, is simply sensitive.

"Alright, save your energy."

Viserys was not in a good mood and said indifferently, "I have already informed the dragon tamers to feed your dragons thoroughly today."

Everyone nodded and went their separate ways to the Dragon Pit.

Soon, several giant dragons climbed onto the open ground outside the dragon's lair.

Just as they were about to set off, Helena's eyes flashed, and she suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"what happened?"

Viserys stopped, his tone gentle.

He has always been very patient with his youngest daughter, who seems to have a talent for dream travel.

Helena walked silently toward a dragon pit by herself.

"elder sister!"

Imond exclaimed and tried to stop the other person.

He had almost stumbled into that dragon pit not long ago.

Helena ignored him and went into the dragon pit as she pleased.

"Imon!?"

Viserys and Allison both looked worriedly at Eamon, who had the most experience in dragon taming among them.

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly: "Trust her."

Riding a dragon is a matter of chance.

When his grandfather Belon was 16, he participated in a tournament as a masked knight. He defeated several strong opponents, but after his defeat, he took off his helmet and was publicly knighted for his honor.

As if guided by fate, he rode back to King's Landing that night, broke into the dragon's lair, and easily mounted the unclaimed Vaghar.

Helena is already 12 years old, the age when she should be riding dragons.

All others can do is let them do as they please.

Everyone watched as Helena's figure disappeared into the dark depths of the dragon pit, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After a cup of tea.

Viserys's face gradually darkened, and his gloved hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

"Could it be dangerous?"

Allison was pacing anxiously, her face filled with worry.

"Don't be impatient."

Aemon patted her hand, signaling her to be more patient.

There was no movement deep inside the dragon pit, which meant it was safe.

"elder sister."

Imond stared blankly at the dark dragon pit, lost in thought.

boom--

Suddenly, a heavy, muffled sound came from the depths of the Dragon Pit, as if it were coming from some enormous object.

"Hiss!!"

Accompanied by a loud roar of a dragon, the entire entrance to the dragon pit began to tremble, and dust began to fall in a fine rustling sound.

Everyone tensed up instantly.

Viserys and Otto each stood on one side, together shielding Allison from the near-rush.

next second.

The dragon pit was illuminated by a blazing dragon flame, a mixture of orange and pale blue, from which emerged a majestic, pale blue dragon head.

Then came a massive, robust body, with a pair of light blue wings whose forelimbs touched the ground with their claws.

"Roar--"

Meng Huo's vertical pupils were sharp, and he raised his head, letting out low roars as his entire body appeared before everyone.

No one who sees this elegant, light blue dragon would think it is not powerful enough.

As the second-generation dragon of the family, she is older than Vormisor and Silverwing.

Dreamfire's size is already astonishing enough.

The dragon's head alone is larger than a house.

When it had fully crawled out of the dragon pit, its light blue body occupied a corner of the dragon's lair hall.

Aemon stepped forward to observe the long-unseen light blue dragon up close.

At this moment, the Dreamfire, with its head and tail connected, was over seventy meters long, even larger than the Silverwing in the Lonely Mountain Dragon Nest.

Clearly, it has never stopped growing.

"So beautiful!"

Jahelis remarked.

Da da da……

From the dragon pit, which was now shrouded in smoke and fumes from the Dream Fire, came a familiar sound of footsteps.

"Helena!"

Allison saw her daughter behind the dragon immediately.

Helena's face was covered in dust and dirt, her neatly styled silver-gold curls were now messy again, and a single stray hair stuck up on top of her head.

Combined with those pure and innocent purple eyes, it's impossible to harbor any thoughts of harming them.

"Hiss!"

Meng Huo let out a low growl and knelt down in front of the silver-haired girl.

Helena was taken aback when she saw this, then a happy smile appeared on her lips as she gently reached out and touched the dragon's nose.

Meng Huo did not refuse and gladly accepted the girl's caresses.

Everything was as calm and uneventful as water, yet it seemed perfectly natural.

At this moment, Imon: ...

No, Meng Huo, why didn't you even put up a fight before so easily giving yourself away?
You weren't like this when you were with me.

Meng Huo seemed to sense something, and glanced back at the envious and jealous Prince. He immediately recognized the handsome silver-haired youth as the mischievous silver-haired cub from before.

He snorted loudly, then continued to enjoy the girl's caresses without a care.

The meaning is simple and clear.

It's not my type, I don't like it.

Aemon looked blank; jealousy can change a person beyond recognition.

"It worked? Good heavens!"

Aegon looked surprised, but feigned indifference and curled his lip.

It's just a nearly 100-year-old, enormous, beautiful, and egg-laying adult dragon.

His yang flames...are also very beautiful.

"We should be able to get closer."

Viserys was the first to get restless and couldn't help but step forward, laughing.

He might be annoyed if one of his sons tamed the dream fire.

But he believed that his daughter Helena's taming of the dream fire was destiny.

That couldn't be better.

"Let's go take a look together."

Emon's voice was dry, and he decided he had to masturbate to vent his frustration.

It's too sexist.

This is a gender-specific knight, a knight!
Helena embraced the dragon's head of Dreamfire, the newly formed bond between the two bringing them joy.

"Can Dragon's Lair now provide Dreamfire with a dragon saddle?"

Viserys asked impatiently.

The elderly dragon tamer nodded seriously and instructed the young dragon tamer to retrieve the dragon saddle that Dreamfire had used in the past.

With the driver's reassurance, Dreamfire became surprisingly docile.

The dragon saddle was swiftly assembled; it was an expensive saddle with a black steel frame, a special fragrant wood saddle, and a white-and-black-spotted snow leopard skin seat.

"Won't this leather smell bad?"

Egon spoke with a sour tone.

"If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth."

Renilla glared at him, to save him from making a fool of himself.

The first owner of Dreamfire was Rhaenyja Targaryen, the eldest and most beloved daughter of Aeneas I, the second king of the family.

The materials used for the dragon saddle were the finest and most precious pyramid tips at the time.

The only saddles that can rival this dragon saddle are the Blacksteel Dragon Saddle that Aemon currently uses and the special dragon saddle she uses.

The Blacksteel Dragon Saddle comes from ancient Valyria and once belonged to "Black Death" Belerien.

Her dragon saddle was simply a result of her father's love; he gave her the best of everything.

As a result, after Aegon tamed Sunfire, the materials used for the dragon saddle, while not bad, were simply not on the same level.

After all, only a good-for-nothing like Aegon would come up with the idea of ​​using gold as an outer shell.

"This trip to Dragonstone will allow the family to bring another dragon."

Viserys was filled with excitement and said to his youngest daughter, "Helena, ride your Dreamfire and show everyone."

Helena hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the dragon's back with Imon's help. Unlike her brothers, she had not received any formal dragon-riding training.

Taming the Dreamfire was a decision made on a whim.

Now, as if waking from a dream, I feel uneasy about riding a dragon into the sky.

"Relax and fasten the dragon saddle chains."

Aemon carefully advised, "Trust the dragon beneath you, and follow your instincts."

Meng Huo is clearly a dragon he protects; he wouldn't commit such a rebellious act as abducting and killing a young girl.

Bellerion, I'm talking about you!

"Thank you, cousin."

Helena is honest and simple.

Imon waved, indicating that she could take off.

Helena nodded her little head and, imitating her, gently patted the dragon's back.
Rumbling--

Meng Huo stood up and slowly crawled out of the dragon's lair.

As they passed by, they raised clouds of noise and dust.

As the sun's rays shone before my eyes, the azure sky was serene.

Helena took a deep breath, her small chest puffing out slightly, and whispered, "Take off, Dreamfire!"

"Hiss!"

After receiving the driver's approval, Dreamfire roared to the sky and leaped into the air with a powerful push of its feet.

After a gap of several decades, manned flight has resumed once again.

A morning in King's Landing.

People walk through the streets and alleys, busy making a living.

Suddenly, a shadow swept across my head.

Looking up, one could see a giant, light blue dragon soaring through the air, letting out excited roars as it flew.

At first, the people didn't pay any attention.

The dragon Dreamfire resides in its lair year-round, but every so often it is allowed to fly out for some fresh air with the king's permission.

But this time is different.

"Look, there's someone on the dragon's back."

Keen-eyed observers quickly noticed that as the dragon glided sideways, a slender figure was perched on its back.

"It's Princess Helena!"

“It really is Helena, the king’s daughter.”

The people shouted and cheered, waving at the giant dragon in the sky and applauding the silver-haired girl on its back.

They are noble citizens of King's Landing, not country bumpkins from the rest of the Seven Kingdoms.

Dragons may seem mysterious to others.

However, the people living in King's Landing could see a member of the royal family taming a dragon almost every few years.

Each additional Targaryen dragon rider represents a further increase in the kingdom's strength.

Their good days were entirely due to the protection provided by these powerful dragons.

The entrance to the dragon's lair.

Aemon heard the thunderous cheers rising from below Rhaenys Hill and smiled as he gazed at the Dreamfire hovering above King's Landing.

It has to be said that Helena and Dreamfire are a perfect match.

He sincerely hoped that Dreamfire could find a good rider, escape from the dark dragon's lair, and regain the right to fly freely.

Meng Huo's past was too bitter.

Its past fate was just like that of its first driver.

Rhaenyja Targaryen, known as the "Western Queen Mother," was Aeneas I's most beloved eldest daughter, showered with affection from birth.

The same goes for Dreamfire.

At that time, Queen Visonia had retired to Dragonstone, and Vaghar followed his master away from King's Landing.

Megar I had a strained relationship with his brother and sister-in-law, and rode the "Black Death" Bellerion overseas.

At that time, the only royal family member was Silver, a young dragon who had been with Inis I since childhood.

Silvers is the only descendant of Miracis.

Therefore, the breaking of the shell of the Dream Fire symbolizes the infusion of fresh blood into the royal family.

It was identified as an "auspicious omen".

King Agnes I held a grand banquet in King's Landing to celebrate with the common people.

The treatment he received from both the dragon and the dragon is rarely seen in history.

If we really want to find a similar case, there are only Renilla and Syracuse, who were also very favored.

But their fates were completely opposite.

If the birth of Renya and Dreamfire was their shining moment, then their subsequent paths were all downhill.

Rhaenyar had no right to the throne. She was engaged to her brother, Aegon the Uncrowned, at a young age and had twin daughters with him.

When Meg seized power, the siblings happened to be surrounded outside and nearly lost their lives at the hands of civilians.

After being rescued, unwilling to lose the throne, he sneaks back to King's Landing to find the dragon.

Rhaenyah rode away from the Dreamfire imprisoned in the dragon's lair, and Aegon the Uncrowned One tamed Silvers, the dragon left to him by his father.

It sounds thrilling, as if they're about to defeat their tyrannical uncle and reclaim the Iron Throne.

However, Aegon the Uncrowned and the Silver Shore soon perished at the Battle of Gaixia, Godeye Lake.

Balerion, the "Black Death," easily tore apart the young Silver Shredder, along with Aegon, the "Uncrowned One," on the dragon's back.

At this point, only tragedy remained for Renia and Dreamfire.

A woman who should have become queen...

"Empress Dowager Cixi" can be considered a queen for the time being.

She was forced into marriage by her uncle, Meige, and thus earned the nickname "Black Bride".

After Megar I's death, not only did he lose his right to the throne, but his twin daughters were also ostracized by the family.

They stayed in the fiefdoms of various lords along the way, constantly going through the cycle of being received, coveted, and expelled.

With nowhere to go, he yielded to his brother Jaehaerys I and begged to live on Dragonstone, which should have been the fiefdom of his brother and husband, Aegon the Uncrowned.

In middle age, she was betrayed by her female lover and her third husband, and her twin daughters died one after another.

Renia lost all hope, and her life became bleak.

After leaving the heartbreaking island of Dragonstone, they found themselves stranded in Harrenhal, seeking lodging.

The owner of Harrenhal was poor and sickly at the time, and the two maintained a friendship for many years. When the former passed away, he bequeathed Harrenhal and his meager estate to the family.

The vast Harrenhal was now only occupied by Rhea and a handful of servants.

It is said that in her later years, Renia's hair turned white and she became a reclusive old woman.

She was called the "White-Haired Witch" by the ignorant local people.

But what makes her happiest is looking forward to travelers passing through Hellenburg every day.

She would arrange a decent meal to entertain him, but due to her status and pride, she would not engage in much conversation with him and would return to her room to rest.

The next day, the passengers left, and they eagerly awaited the next passenger.

And so, he walked alone towards the end.

Dreamfire had been with its master for many years, residing on the dilapidated top floor of the Burning King Tower in Harrenhal.

After Renia's death, she was taken back to the Dragon's Lair and imprisoned.

They were locked up for decades.

It wasn't until Aemon broke into the dragon's lair that its chains were broken, allowing it to periodically return to the sky for some fresh air.

Nowadays,

"You have finally found your destined master."

Amon smiled, his eyes unusually gentle.

It was as if they were celebrating for a good friend who had been single for half his life and had finally found a partner.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol suddenly roared, turned sideways and flicked its tail, brushing against the foolish rider.

You're celebrating too soon.

"Vomisol, you bastard!"

The emotional scene was interrupted, and Imon got angry.

Vormisor showed no sign of backing down, his fierce aura causing all the dragons present to bow down in submission.

Why do you only take advantage of others and not others? Look for the problem within yourself.

I've carried you through so many years, and that alluring female dragon only rejected you once when you were a child.

At the end of the month, Meng Huo was awarded MVP.

Vormisol is both strong and durable, a dog that can win without lifting a finger!

"you you you……"

Aemon pointed at the bronze dragon and said ruthlessly, "You win!"

……

noon.

Muddy door.

A royal ship with a dragon's head and horns set sail for Dragonstone Island, off Blackwater Bay.

“Hiss—”

"..."

A bronze dragon soared through the sky, its enormous brown wings covering the clouds, protecting the large ship below.

Beside the bronze dragon were four other dragons, two large and two small.

Vaghar was imposing, flying on the left flank of the large ship, each flap of his wide, slightly punctured wings stirring up a gust of wind.

Dreamfire flew at the very front, appearing as a black dot from afar, but its enormous size was still evident.

Two young, golden dragons lagged behind, forming a pincer-like formation.

Five giant dragons accompanied the procession, making it a truly grand affair.

"The children have all grown up."

Viserys stood proudly at the bow of the ship, gazing at the dragons galloping together.

His three children all became dragon riders.

No longer needing to rely on others, he, the king, could now stand tall and issue orders.

"The other children will follow suit."

Allison laughed.

At this moment, Imond and Jaehaerys and his group of little ones were on the ship, watching with envy as the dragons gradually disappeared into the distance.

What do you think about marrying Helena to Aegon?

Viserys suddenly blurted out this sentence.

(End of this chapter)