Mother Dragon "Dreamfyre"

The prices were: 10, 60, and 120 Essence.

Expensive, but practical!

Aemon took a deep breath, tempted by all three cards on the panel.

Especially the last Gold-Nosed Rat. Judging by its description, it was practically the ideal pet.

Maybe it could help him find magical items.

"I'll trade for them." Aemon gritted his teeth and selected the first and third cards.

Pop~

The Physique +1 card shattered instantly, turning into a white halo that burrowed into his chest.

The Gold-Nosed Rat became a pale blue speck of light and, unseen by anyone else, drifted into the Embroidered Satchel at his waist.

Aemon's expression did not change. He merely felt warmth spread through his body as his strength increased.

Looking again at the number beside the golden hourglass, it had dropped sharply: Essence Count: 68.

It would be a lie to say it did not hurt, but it was all worth it.

The daily cards provided by the panel were random, containing all sorts of strange and useless things.

It had already been seven or eight days since Physique +1 had last appeared.

If he did not trade for it now, who knew when it would show up again?

As for the second card, Empty Handed, he would not spend all his Essence just yet.

He was, after all, a wealthy heir. There was no need for him to take from others.

"First, let's see what this little rat looks like."

Taking advantage of no one paying attention, Aemon glanced around and slipped his hand into his satchel.

"Squeak, squeak."

The moment he touched it, he felt something furry and round, accompanied by a tiny squeak.

"Prince, Princess, let us go in first and assess the situation."

The elderly Dragonkeeper suddenly spoke, startling Aemon.

At some point, the group had descended through the underground entrance of the hall and gone deep into the Dragonpit. Brick walls enclosed the dark tunnel around them, leading straight toward a vast, winding cavern.

"We'll wait here."

Rhaenyra spoke, pulling Aemon aside.

Aemon had no objections. He secretly kneaded the little furball.

He knew exactly why he had come.

His first priority was to see whether dragons could provide Magic Essence.

Only after that came approaching a dragon and taming one.

That was right!

If possible, he wanted to try taming this fierce mother dragon that had been imprisoned for years.

Dreamfyre was large enough, fierce in temperament, and incomparably beautiful in appearance.

Rather than leave her to Baby Helena and let the years go to waste, it would be better for him to take control of her first.

Even if she could not rival Vhagar, one of the three founding dragons and the largest and oldest of them all, she surely would not be inferior to a third-generation dragon.

"You want to tame Dreamfyre?"

Rhaenyra asked.

Aemon did not hide it and admitted, "I want to try."

"Dreamfyre is very good. I hope you succeed."

Rhaenyra's expression was earnest.

She had guessed it the moment Aemon suggested coming to the Dragonpit.

They shared the same Blood and Fire. From their great-grandfathers to their grandfathers, every one of them had been a Dragonrider.

Only their mothers had come from the Vale and never had contact with dragons.

Even Viserys and Daemon had both been Dragonriders.

Riding dragons was a love ingrained in their bones, something they would unconsciously devote themselves to.

Seeing Rhaenyra support him, Aemon felt a little moved and patted his chest in promise. "If I can tame a dragon, then whenever anyone bullies you in the future, I'll help you get even."

Dragons were incredibly precious.

Since the fall of Ancient Valyria's Freehold Empire, the Targaryens had been the world's only dragonlord family.

After developing for so many years, House Targaryen possessed fewer than ten dragons.

It was rare for Rhaenyra to be so supportive.

Rhaenyra found the sight amusing and explained, "You are Daemon's son, which makes you my little brother. How could the family be stingy with its dragons toward you?"

Still, seeing Aemon patting his chest with such righteous, adorable, and ridiculous seriousness, warmth rose in her heart.

He was not the younger brother who threatened her position as heir to the Iron Throne. There was no bad blood between them.

When she was little, Uncle Daemon had doted on her.

Being a little kinder to Aemon now was also another outlet for her feelings.

"Squeak!!"

Just as the two were moved by each other, one rat became unhappy.

Aemon hurriedly lowered his head and saw the satchel wriggling as a round, milky-white rat head poked out.

In his excitement, he had squeezed the Gold-Nosed Rat too hard.

"What is that!?"

Rhaenyra took one look and instantly jumped back.

All the warmth in her heart vanished, replaced by vigilance.

"Don't be afraid. It's a pet rat I caught in the Red Keep."

Aemon smiled sheepishly and pinched the Gold-Nosed Rat by the scruff of its neck, lifting it out.

The Gold-Nosed Rat looked like a chubby little hamster, covered in milky-white fur, with soft pink pads on all four paws.

Its only unusual feature was its golden nose, as though it had stolen some cheese and gotten it smeared on there.

Aemon held it before his eyes and examined it, muttering softly, "It's kind of cute."

But was it reliable?

"Squeak!"

The Gold-Nosed Rat let out a humanlike shriek and stretched out its right paw, seemingly declaring that it was very capable.

"A rat you caught casually?"

Rhaenyra's gaze was doubtful. No matter how she looked at it, it did not seem like one.

Everyone knew that secret passages crisscrossed the Red Keep, making it practically a gigantic rat nest.

It was not impossible for there to be rats of different breeds.

Aemon hid his delight and put the Gold-Nosed Rat back into his satchel. "I'll put it away. Don't be scared."

Just then, information about the Gold-Nosed Rat's abilities appeared in his mind.

Its keen sense of smell and hearing gave it outstanding treasure-hunting abilities. It could even detect faint traces of magic.

That was not the main point.

The Gold-Nosed Rat was a magical species provided by the panel. It had a pouch on each side of its mouth, giving it one cubic meter of storage space.

It had directly become a walking "multifunctional" spatial item.

Heaven is helping me. Aemon suppressed his excitement and encouraged himself.

"Squeak."

The Gold-Nosed Rat poked its head out again and squeaked indignantly.

As if it were saying, "Obviously, I'm the one helping you."

Aemon smacked it on the head and forcibly stuffed it back into the satchel.

The little things drawn from cards were one hundred percent obedient.

Though that did not rule out a little personality.

Only after confirming that the plump little white rat would not crawl out again did Rhaenyra roll her eyes and say, "Aemon, your taste is truly unique."

"Hehe."

Aemon scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Ever since coming to King's Landing, he had become exceptionally practiced at playing dumb.

Just then, a series of sounds came from the dim cavern.

"Breathe flame, command wings.

"Two heads stand as one, singing toward three.

"With my voice alone, speak the language of raging fire."

It was the deep voice of the elderly Dragonkeeper, chanting an Ancient Valyrian song alongside the other Dragonkeepers.

Aemon's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the sound.

"This is the Song of Fire used to awaken dragons. You need to prepare yourself."

Rhaenyra's expression grew serious as she warned him from experience.

"Alright!" Aemon did not dare let down his guard.

Before long, the Dragonkeepers who had entered the cavern slowly withdrew.

They split into two rows on either side, each gripping a bamboo rod used to calm dragons as they carefully retreated step by step.

Clatter!

Suddenly, the sound of chains whipping about came from within the cavern, especially distinct in the silent tunnel.

Aemon stared intently, his chubby face filled with solemnity.

His heartbeat quickened without pause, and sweat seeped into his palms.

Even the Gold-Nosed Rat in his satchel curled into a ball, sending out waves of fear.

Boom—

The next second, what was coming finally came.

A colossal creature burst out of the cavern. The violent shaking of its chains sent the entire tunnel trembling, scattering a shower of stone fragments.

"Screech!!"

Dreamfyre was powerful, and she was beautiful.

The best-looking dragon in House of the Dragon. Zhou Zhou ranked them as "Sunfyre," "Silverwing," "Seasmoke," "Caraxes," "Meleys"...

Dreamfyre had not received a complete shot, so she was not included in the ranking.

"Bronze Fury" Vermithor had looked handsome and imposing in the first season, but his model was changed in the second season and made him look foolish, tying him with "Grandma Vhagar" for the ugliest.