Special Dream

The banquet lasted late into the night, the passion coursing through their veins causing the nobles to indulge themselves in the dim light.

Before the ballroom dancing, Rhaegar excused himself.

Drowsily, he returned to his room to rest.

Midnight. The bright moonlight streamed through the stained-glass window, casting a glow on Rhaegar's bedside.

In his sleep, Rhaegar unconsciously frowned, mumbling incoherently.

At this moment, Rhaegar was trapped in a nightmare.

He was young, adrift on a vast, boundless sea. The sky was dark and gloomy, shrouded in mist that obscured his direction, making it impossible to see his hand in front of his face.

Rhaegar stood on a small island, shouting loudly but unable to make a sound. The surroundings were terrifyingly silent.

At some point, the calm sea began to churn, waves gradually rising.

The tide washed over the island, and the icy water submerged Rhaegar's ankles, forcing him to retreat to higher ground.

The island was no bigger than a speck of land, and even the highest slope couldn't withstand the vast ocean.

Rhaegar desperately climbed a coconut tree. The water below had already reached the middle of the trunk, surging upwards relentlessly.

The fear of being submerged filled his heart. Rhaegar was powerless to resist, watching the water level rise.

Suddenly, a shadow flew over Rhaegar's head, casting a large area below into darkness.

Rhaegar wanted to look up, but his body wouldn't obey.

"Hiss... Caw..."

Just as he was consumed by anxiety, a familiar yet strange roar echoed from all directions.

The piercing sound struck Rhaegar's eardrums, causing him a painful, suffocating sensation.

"Water... So much water... Cold..."

The sudden turn of events shook Rhaegar's mind.

The young figure sleeping in the outside world began to shake his head, sweat beading on his forehead.

"No! Don't!"

The seawater in the dream submerged Rhaegar's ankles, and fear instantly jolted him awake from his sleep. He opened his eyes, letting out a panicked cry.

Knock knock...

A series of knocks sounded, and Illyric's voice came from outside the door.

"Are you alright, Prince?"

"Phew~ No water, I'm still in my room..."

Rhaegar looked around blankly, recognizing the familiar decor and the soft feather bed.

After a while, as Illyric considered whether to push the door open and check, Rhaegar responded.

"I'm fine, Sir. I just had a nightmare."

Illyric relaxed upon hearing this and said softly, "Do you have any orders? You can shout them out."

Having spent some time together, he was no longer surprised by Rhaegar's habit of having nightmares.

At most, he felt a bit of sympathy for the little prince's restless sleep.

Rhaegar didn't say anything more to Illyric.

He curled up in his blanket, hugging his pillow with a sense of melancholy.

This nightmare was very realistic, more terrifying than any dream he'd had before.

The frantic beating of his heart in his chest was proof of how deeply stimulated he had been.

"Another nightmare. If this is the Dreamer's talent, I'd rather not have it."

A shadow fell over his heart. Rhaegar thought of the golden talent described in the system panel and murmured to himself with a sigh.

He hadn't dreamed for quite some time recently, and he had thought his sleep had returned to normal.

Tonight's nightmare had come suddenly, catching him completely off guard.

Rhaegar felt he must look utterly pathetic right now.

Like a stray kitten or puppy in the cold wind.

"Exploration complete. Please retrieve the lost treasure."

Just as he was feeling dejected, a system prompt broke the somber atmosphere.

Rhaegar stretched out his arm, looking at the silver bracelet on his wrist, and remembered that the exploration quest was not yet complete.

[Mysterious Valyrian steel bracelet]

Exploration Progress: 100%

As the system panel appeared, Rhaegar suddenly thought about how long it took to explore an artifact.

The exploration mission started around two or three in the afternoon.

Glancing at the faintly burning rampart, judging by its usual time of extinguishing at midnight, it was now around 10 PM.

"It seems to be 8 hours..."

Rhaegar calculated silently, picking up the blue halo that had fallen onto the bed.

"Relic pickup successful, detecting..."

"Detection successful, classified as an excellent relic, a Fire Mage's magical artifact."

"Something belonging to a Fire Mage, I wonder what treasure it is?"

Curiosity about magic overcame fear, and Rhaegar activated the relic without a moment's delay.

"Congratulations, the Fire Mage's magical artifact has been activated, you have obtained..."

[space bracelet]

Level: Excellent (Blue)

Effect: The bracelet contains three cubic meters of space internally, unable to store living beings.

Evaluation: "A magical product dating back to the Valyrian era, its spatial attribute makes it priceless, coveted by noble Dragonlords!"

Clink--

The Valyrian steel bracelet on his wrist swayed gently, its surface cracking into a pattern before disintegrating into dust.

When Rhaegar looked at the bracelet again, the marks of time had vanished.

Its overall color had transformed into a low-key silver-grey.

The patterns were more exquisite, as if a master craftsman had re-carved them.

"A bracelet created by magic, a treasure pursued by the Valyrian Dragonlords?"

Removing the mysterious bracelet, Rhaegar was filled with awe.

He hadn't expected to acquire such a treasure by chance.

"I really should thank Uncle Daemon again for such a generous welcome gift."

Rhaegar couldn't help but sigh.

The explorer came with instructions for the space bracelet, which Rhaegar read carefully.

"So that's how it is. Valyrian steel contains magic, and by carving spatial runes onto this magical metal, a spatial artifact can be created."

Rhaegar was deeply impressed, marveling at the wisdom of the ancients.

Valyrian steel was extremely scarce, and wizards who could learn spatial runes were even rarer.

A spatial artifact, with one appearing every few hundred years, would already be considered prolific.

During the Valyrian era, only the most powerful and few Dragonlord families could possess spatial artifacts, treating them as heirlooms.

Among the forty Dragonlord families, the Targaryen family's strength was not outstanding, ranking only in the lower to middle tier.

Therefore, there were no records of spatial artifacts within the family.

And those Dragonlord families that did possess spatial artifacts had long been destroyed by the apocalyptic cataclysm, buried in the ruins of Valyria.

Holding the space bracelet, Rhaegar's breathing grew heavier, his eyes gradually becoming distant.

"This thing must never be spoken of, or it will surely lead to conflict."

Without hesitation, Rhaegar grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside table, sliced the pad of his index finger, and smeared the blood onto the bracelet's surface.

Hum--

The bracelet emitted a hazy glow, which vanished in an instant.

At the same time, Rhaegar felt an indescribable connection form between himself and the bracelet.

"The bracelet was forged by the strongest Fire Mage and possesses a bloodline recognition function."

"My Targaryen bloodline is sufficient to contract this bracelet."

Becoming the bracelet's master, Rhaegar willed it, and the bracelet slowly shrank to a size suitable for him to wear.

Rhaegar put on the bracelet, touched the fruit knife with his hand, and mentally commanded, "Store!"

Whoosh! The fruit knife disappeared into thin air.

Rhaegar felt a fruit knife appear inside the now-spacious bracelet.

The novel experience piqued Rhaegar's curiosity, and he repeatedly stored and retrieved the fruit knife.

As well as various other items in the room.

When he tired of playing, Rhaegar also discovered many "treasures" inside the bracelet!

A small mountain of gold, several stacks of books in ancient Valyrian script, a badge with a dragon pattern...

The rest were clothes and miscellaneous items of unfamiliar styles, all deemed junk.

The gold made Rhaegar's eyes light up.

He was the Prince, but the treasury didn't belong to him.

His previous life had never left the Red Keep, nor had he had anywhere to spend money.

Now that he was free, this gold was perfect for filling his purse, so he wouldn't have to worry about running out of pocket money.

Not every Targaryen could hatch a dragon egg.

Aegon and Aemond were prime examples.

After a short period of ethical competition, the protagonist would tame his own dragon.

Guess which dragon it will be?