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"A dragon? What dragon?"
Legan groggily climbed out of the nearby bed, struggling to open his sleepy eyes and look in Rhaegor's direction. Sure enough, he saw a blurry shadow, like a pale yellow stone, slowly approaching Harrenhal.
Legan instantly sobered up, his expression changing. He looked at Rhaegor with some concern, knowing that all dragon knights recognized Rhaegor now and could see through his disguise at a glance.
"It's Viserys." Rhaegor recognized which dragon the pale yellow shadow was, and also recognized its knight.
Igaras.
The stout dragon that had lost its rider.
Compared to when they left Dragon Nest City, even from a distance, this dragon was more than just a circle larger. Its dragon wings, already much larger than average, now appeared even wider, making Igaras's mighty body seem less stout than in its youth.
But it was still visibly a large circle "fatter" than dragons of the same age.
However, Rhaegor had also noticed many things while in King's Landing, such as Stormcloud and Igaras, two young dragons that had lived in Dragon Nest City for many years. After returning to King's Landing, they did not grow as rapidly as they had in Dragon Nest City; instead, their growth slowed down. Of course, it seemed that because Igaras was already more than a circle larger than dragons of the same age, this trend was not too obvious. But Stormcloud was clearly not as lively and strong as it had been in Dragon Nest City.
After Dragonzel left King's Landing with his wife and children, Vaerezys Black Palace became Samantha's private palace. However, Samantha alone could not live in such a large palace. So, after a few days of being briefly vacant, the palace became a temporary residence for Aegon, who was tired of the dull atmosphere in King's Landing, and his wife to escape King's Landing's politics.
Correspondingly, Stormcloud often flew to the Black Palace's Dragonpit for a vacation.
It preferred the atmosphere of the Dragonpit over the Dragonpit.
So the people of King's Landing often saw Stormcloud taking off from the city's Dragonpit, flying towards Vaerezys Black Palace outside the city. Along with it, the ugly and strange gray dragon would also take off to greet Stormcloud. Only when Aegon's vacation ended would Stormcloud follow the King and Queen back to the Dragonpit with the King's Landing entourage.
Of course, this was not a particularly obvious matter, so Aegon and Viserys did not pay too much attention to it. They, especially Viserys, were more concerned with why the dragons in the Dragonpit of Dragon Nest City grew so fast.
Igaras was very excited; indeed, as a dragon, it was truly thrilled, even flapping its wings a few extra times while flying. Its roar was muffled, barely audible from a distance. But Viserys could clearly feel its happiness.
"Igaras, calm down." Viserys helplessly clung tightly to Igaras's dragon saddle, afraid that this living ancestor of his would throw him off in its excitement.
Igaras was extremely happy now; it could finally get rid of The Pale Shadow, the young dragon that always clung to it. Igaras had no idea that the reason The Pale Shadow hadn't immediately built a nest was to stake out its own nest location. As soon as Igaras chose a nest, The Pale Shadow immediately chose the hole closest to it.
And then Igaras's miserable life began. It couldn't defy Caraxes, nor did it dare to take the little dragon that always haunted it to Dreamfyre. It could only endure The Pale Shadow's courtship-like entanglement.
After all, it had once been wrong; although it had also entangled Sarafasas, it was absolutely not like The Pale Shadow, which almost tried to become one with it.
If The Pale Shadow could lay eggs, that would be fine, but The Pale Shadow showed no signs of laying dragon eggs. Sarafasas, however, could lay eggs. It was said that Sarafasas now produced more dragon eggs than Silverwing, almost on par with Zhuohuo, and the quality of the dragon eggs it produced was also very high; it was said that each one was steaming hot.
The moment Viserys brought it out of the Dragonpit, Igaras had no idea how happy it was. After all, The Pale Shadow had tried to continue clinging to Igaras after seeing it leave, but Caraxes had roared a few times, letting it know that Igaras was going to carry its companion to another place.
Only then did it reluctantly let Igaras go.
Igaras, finally free from constantly carrying a fellow dragon on its back, felt exceptionally light now. It happily flew over the Crownlands and the Riverlands, soaring above Harrenhal's five great fingers.
Under the weirwood tree.
Benjicot, performing his usual evening prayers, heard Igaras's muffled roar. The soldiers of various families stationed in each tower also discovered the dragon's arrival and quickly ran back to their positions.
Igaras circled King's Pyre Tower once, letting out a joyful roar. The sound was muffled, but its happiness was clearly discernible.
The soldiers on guard in the towers, as well as the high-ranking knights who could live in the castle, widened their eyes, looking at the dragon descending from the sky.
"Is this... is this a dragon?" a young Riverlands knight said, his voice trembling slightly. "How..." His limited vocabulary was insufficient to describe the magnificent beast before him.
Although in the eyes of those familiar with Igaras, this dragon was stout, neckless, or rather, its neck was too thick, with a heavy gular pouch, and its small head resembled a bird more than a dragon. Only its thick, crystal-like single horn appeared exceptionally magnificent under the moonlight. Its wings, though wide, had correspondingly thick wing bones, making them appear even thicker.
But in the eyes of these younglings, it was not so. In their eyes, Igaras was like the ancient monsters of old legends. To them, Igaras's crystal-like single horn was like a bright crescent moon, its stout physique perfectly showcasing its might, and its two long, forked tail wings hung down, appearing "evil" as in ancient legends. Of course, these knights dared not charge at the dragon like "Mirror Shield" who had slain evil dragons in the past. As for Sunfyre, who was killed by the rioters, it was unfortunate because, thanks to Joffrey and Baela's efforts, House Targaryen dealt with these rioters in time, and the rioters who killed the young dragon forever rested in the bellies of the dragons who returned to the Dragonpit.
People only knew that a dragon had died, but they did not know that mortals had killed the young dragon.
For a long time in the future, Sunfyre's cause of death would be attributed to weakness, not being killed by humans.
However, the old men and those who had experienced war were not so shocked when they saw Igaras.
Is the revival of the Targaryen family resting on these newly born dragons?
Lord Forrest Frey thought to himself.
Although this dragon was mighty, it was a tender youngling that had never tasted blood, a naive young dragon.
Lord Frey evaluated Igaras without ceremony. He had personally witnessed Vermithor and Vhagar dancing wildly above the Red Fork River, seen two massive "mountains" battling and bleeding above their heads. He had personally witnessed Vermithor's might; it was a true behemoth. Even thousands of feet in the air, Vermithor and Vhagar were still large enough to be suffocating. The heatwaves and gales stirred up by the two dragons fighting were enough to send anyone on the ground flying into the sky, and enough to make anyone on the ground lose their courage, looking in fear at that spectacle like a divine punishment.
Two "mountains" danced a dance of destruction above their heads. Vhagar's desperate roar before its death, Vermithor's earth-shattering roar, and the sound of claws tearing scales composed a frantic symphony in the sky over the Red Fork River.
Forever etched in the hearts of all who participated in the war.
Before those two true "mountains," Igaras was as naive as a baby before an adult.
Igaras slowly descended into the open space above Harrenhal. Seeing the people gathering, Igaras couldn't help but let out a muffled growl.
"Prince, why have you come in person?" Lord Kermit greeted him with some surprise. Unlike the surprise of the Riverlands knights, the Crownlands knights were not as surprised, as they had more opportunities to see dragons, rather than just in songs and legends.
"After all, it's a tournament I organized, so of course I need to pay close attention," Viserys said with a smile. He patted Igaras, who was still excitedly puffing white steam, and jumped down from the dragon saddle.
"Lord Kermit, Lord Benjicot, Lord Forrest, Lord Petyr." Viserys could not ignore these four true war heroes, so he greeted each of these "Silver Dragon Party" members one by one. "Thank you for your efforts in supporting the tournament we organized."
"Your Highness, it is our duty," Lord Kermit said respectfully, as supporting the liege lord's needs was also a vassal's obligation.
"His Majesty will remember your contributions." Viserys smiled and patted Lord Kermit's shoulder. "I will preside over the opening of tomorrow's tournament."
I look forward to the price the True Dragon will offer.
Benjicot thought to himself. He was more interested in how Viserys intended to use Harrenhal to leverage the situation in the Riverlands.
As the center of the Riverlands, Harrenhal's geographical location and military significance were outstanding. King's Landing could certainly use Harrenhal's advantageous geographical position to manipulate issues in the eastern and western Riverlands.
As the dragon descended upon Harrenhal. Legan looked at Rhaegor anxiously: "Your Highness, are we still participating in the tournament? Prince Viserys knows me and Ailarion, even though Ailarion isn't very noticeable."
But I am noticeable. I can't change my eyes or hair color overnight.
"And he knows me well," Rhaegor said. "But it doesn't matter, if we wear our armor, he won't notice."
"As long as we're not greedy enough to go for the championship, Viserys won't notice us."
Legan was still a bit worried, but considering their helmets could cover their faces, plus they were only symbolically competing.
So...
"Your Highness, if we encounter Instructor Lucas..."
"Let him win."
Rhaegor sighed, knowing full well that Lucas Roxton's purpose in participating in this tournament was Harrenhal, or rather, Viserys's purpose in supporting his participation was Harrenhal.
Lucas would definitely be the champion of this tournament.
Then they could only go easy.
"I'll go tell Ailarion."
Legan nodded and went to tell his companion, who had just woken up because of their voices.
Meanwhile, Old James stared blankly as Igaras spiraled down into Harrenhal in the distance, and couldn't help but hug himself.
"Dragon... dragon..."
The old knight muttered.
"No, no, don't kill me, don't burn me alive..."
He curled up in his bedding, trembling continuously. That war all those years ago had also left a deep impression on him.
However, what was etched in his mind was not the wild dance of two "mountains," nor the frantic song played by battling dragons.
Instead, it was boundless flames, and the sky-falling darkness as Vhagar screamed and was struck down from the clouds.
He felt as if he was surrounded by fire.
"No, no." Old James dazedly climbed out of his bedding. "I have to run, I have to run, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
He frantically picked up his sword, hesitated for a moment, then fumbled around on the sleeping Albin before cautiously slipping out of their three-person camp.
However, he did not notice that Hyena Kane Muddle was silently watching him in the darkness.
Just silently watching him.
At Harrenhal at this moment.
Viserys had been given a relatively clean room, but he didn't rush to go back and get a good night's sleep. Instead, he returned to the courtyard to tend to Igaras.
"Your Highness." Lucas Roxton pretended to go to the latrine and quietly approached Viserys.
"Are you ready, Instructor?"
"Your Highness..." Lucas rubbed his hands: "I'm ready, but..."
"Don't worry." Viserys gently stroked Igaras's dragon scales. "You will win. The Crownlands knights are organized by you, and the Riverlands knights..."
"Lord Kermit and the others are still Targaryen vassals."
Viserys said.
I hope they will always remember their identity, so I don't need to make a big fuss...
Unfortunately...
The answer was revealed at the opening ceremony of the tournament the next day.
...The victor... will win a reward of three thousand kinmony... the Lord of Harrenhal... and..."
Viserys deliberately paused.
But the knights below had already gone mad.
Three thousand kinmony aside, after all, every tournament had high prize money.
Lord of Harrenhal.
That was what every knight dreamed of.
Castle, land.
Although a significant portion of Harrenhal's territory had been divided out after the Great Judgment that year. And these knights were vassals of other lords.
But the remaining land was still considerable.
For these knights.
But the last term Viserys uttered made Rhaegor and the Riverlands lords present change their expressions drastically.
"In addition to the Lord of Harrenhal, I will also, on behalf of His Majesty Aegon, bestow upon him the title of..."
Viserys scanned the frenzied crowd.
"Commander of Gods Eye."
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