Dreamwalker

Viserys patted his daughter's shoulder and said softly, "Don't rush, you still have a long way to go. You'll learn how to be a ruler sooner or later."

"I'm truly sorry, Father."

Feeling her father's deep affection, Rhaenyra's eyes welled up, and she threw herself into his arms.

"It's alright. A father's duty is to clear the difficult obstacles for his child and pave a smooth road."

Viserys stroked the tips of her hair, comforting her gently.

Hearing her father's words, Rhaenyra felt even worse and nuzzled into his embrace.

"Heh, alright, alright, don't let Rhaegar laugh at you."

Viserys said teasingly.

"Hmph, he wouldn't dare."

Rhaenyra huffed in dissatisfaction and obediently wriggled out of her father's arms.

"What do you think?"

As an afterthought, she shot Rhaegar a threatening glance.

Rhaegar, who felt completely left out: ...

He was truly speechless.

The family was having a nice chat, and then the two of you suddenly got emotional. I was already awkward being alone on the sidelines!

What more do you want from me?

Viserys picked up Rhaegar and reminded him, "Don't bully your sister. In some ways, he's much more talented than you."

Rhaenyra didn't comment, turning her head away stubbornly.

Viserys smiled and asked Rhaegar, "Tell your sister, what insights did you gain from this?"

"Do you really want me to say?"

Rhaegar hesitated, glancing at his sister.

"Of course. Excellent qualities should not be buried."

Viserys affirmed.

Rhaegar nodded and slowly said, "A condensed phrase appeared in my dream: Kill with a borrowed knife!"

"Kill with a borrowed knife?"

Viserys was taken aback at the phrase, which he had never heard before, and fell into contemplation.

After a long silence, he chuckled and said, "That's right, it's Kill with a borrowed knife."

"What a profound phrase, condensing so much wisdom."

Viserys said to Rhaenyra, "What do you think? Do you see your brother's wisdom?"

"Everyone dreams. Rhaegar's dreams are just a bit more peculiar."

Her pride made Rhaenyra unwilling to admit she was inferior to Rhaegar.

"No, Rhaegar's dreams are not ordinary. Do you remember Daenys the Dreamwalker?"

Viserys's tone became serious.

"Daenys Targaryen, known to the world as the Dreamwalker maiden, saved the Targaryen family with prophetic dreams."

Rhaenyra recited the history with ease.

Viserys stroked Rhaegar's forehead and said softly, "I rarely paid attention to you before. It was only in the last six months that Illyric reported to me that you often had nightmares."

"I think that might be the mark of a Dreamwalker."

Rhaegar didn't deny it and whispered, "Perhaps, but I don't like this talent. The nightmares cause me great suffering."

"Rhaegar, listen to me."

Viserys was exceptionally serious. "Our family has produced many Dragonriders, but very few Dreamwalkers."

"Compared to the ability of prophetic dreams, what is the deterrence of dragons?"

"All your dreams, including pleasant ones and nightmares, may contain some kind of warning. You should accept them gladly and treat every dream rationally."

Rhaegar leaned into Viserys's embrace.

He could clearly feel his father's body trembling slightly, an uncontrollable excitement.

Looking up, he saw tears in his father's eyes. "When your sister was young, I had a dream that was forever etched in my mind and never forgotten."

"I searched desperately for that dream, paying a heavy price for it, yet found nothing."

At this point, Viserys took a deep breath. "Now it's fine. You have a healthy body and the talent I longed for. I should be content."

"Rhaegar, remember my words. Do not let your talent go to waste, nor treat it as a burden!"

Gazing at his father, who was overcome with emotion, Rhaegar remained silent, reaching out to wipe away his tears.

"I will, Father."

Rhaegar thought silently to himself.

After finishing discussing his eldest son, Viserys knew he had lost emotional control and had no intention of continuing the conversation.

He instructed the siblings to return to their rooms to rest, wanting to be alone.

Exiting the study, the siblings wandered aimlessly through the long corridor.

Rhaenyra suddenly asked, "Can your dreams really predict the future?"

"Most of the time they're just strange, fragmented scenes that are hard for me to understand."

Rhaegar replied honestly.

"Really? Then what have you dreamed about?"

Rhaenyra stopped and crouched down to meet Rhaegar's gaze.

Unaccustomed to the closeness, Rhaegar pulled away slightly. A flash of inspiration struck him as he thought of last night's events.

He put on a mysterious air and said, "I had a dream last night, so terrifying it woke me up."

"Tell me quickly!"

Rhaenyra was impatient.

Rhaegar's eyes darted around, and he pondered, "I dreamed of a dragon I couldn't see or touch. It said it wanted me to be its Dragonrider."

"If you couldn't see or touch it, how did you know it was a dragon?"

Rhaenyra interrupted with confusion.

"I heard its roar. It was incredibly loud."

Rhaegar said indignantly, "Also, don't interrupt me when I'm talking."

"Alright, alright, you continue."

Rhaenyra couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Rhaegar continued, "But that dragon said it couldn't meet me yet because there's something in King's Landing that disgusts it."

"What is it?"

Rhaenyra couldn't help but ask.

Rhaegar said seriously, "The Dragonpit!"

"Why? The Dragonpit has been around for many years, and many dragons have nested there. Isn't Syrax there too?"

Hearing it was the Dragonpit, Rhaenyra was puzzled.

Rhaegar continued weaving his tale, "The dragon said it belongs to the sky and the wilderness. The Dragonpit is narrow and cramped; it would restrict its growth."

"It also said it didn't want to wear shackles or chains, like a slave."

"Did the dragon really say that to you? Are you making this up?"

Rhaenyra was deeply suspicious and stared at Rhaegar distrustfully.

"Believe it or not, that's what it was like in the dream."

Rhaegar broke free from Rhaenyra's grasp and snorted, "I'll tell Father about this. He won't doubt my dream."

"Perhaps. However, ever since the Dragonpit was established, the Maesters have taken meticulous care of it, and there have never been any problems."

Rhaenyra stated the objective facts.

"How do you know there aren't any bad people among the Maesters?"

Rhaegar maliciously speculated about the Maesters of the Oldtown.

From beginning to end, he had never liked those scholars with their chains around their necks.

"Perhaps you're right. Father said you should trust your dreams."

Rhaenyra didn't argue, encouraging her brother to value his dreams.

Dreamwalkers were an ancient gift, and any Targaryen possessing this talent could not be judged by ordinary standards.

She didn't want to dampen her brother's enthusiasm.

The siblings chatted for a while before parting ways and returning to their respective rooms.

Rhaegar walked with his head down, his room door not far away.

He was still thinking about the Dreamwalker.

The system panel reflected this.

[Rhaegar.Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (Gold), Longevity (Green)

Bloodline: Valyrian Dragonlord (12%)

Skills: Valyrian (Mastered)...

Relic: Blood of the Dragon (Flame Resistance +50%)

Evaluation: "A rich Dragonlord bloodline, outstanding even by the standards of the Valyrian era."

Viserys's greatest dream was to become a Dreamwalker, possessing the ability of prophecy.

This was because he had once dreamt of having a son amidst flames, who would wear the Conqueror's crown.

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