Green Eyes

Under his family's persuasion, Viserys took a sleeping pill and lay in bed, enduring the discomfort.

As his breathing gradually steadied, Alicent smiled gently at Rhaegar and his sister.

She whispered, "It's getting late, you two should go back and rest."

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty."

Rhaegar smiled at Alicent before leaving the cabin with Rhaenyra.

The siblings chatted casually as they walked down the corridor before returning to their respective cabins.

Under the dim candlelight, Rhaegar stripped off his clothes.

He looked at his back in a full-length mirror.

The old skin had shed, revealing new, tender white skin, with the extent of the burns before they healed vaguely visible.

"It's healing so fast, truly worthy of the [Blood of the Dragon]."

Rhaegar murmured softly and brought up his system panel.

[Rhaegar Targaryen]

Talents: Dreamer (Gold), Longevity (Green)

Bloodline: Valyrian Dragonlord (14%)

Skills: Valyrian Mastered...

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

Evaluation: "Your bloodline has been purified once again, you seem to have discovered a rather extraordinary secret."

Rhaegar stared at the Bloodline section; his purity had increased from 12% to 14%.

This was the change he noticed in his wound after the skin shed.

His bloodline purity had risen by two points.

The only action he could attribute this change to was being burned by Dragonflame.

"Perhaps the Dragonflame, carrying the dragon's essence, catalyzed my bloodline."

Before being attacked by Dreamfyre, Rhaegar rarely saw dragons.

He had flipped through ancient texts of the Targaryen family, which mentioned fragmented bits about the bond between humans and dragons.

"A Dragonrider cannot see dragons as mere tools; dragons are companions to their Dragonriders."

"The deeper the bond between a Dragonrider and their dragon, the more astonishing the power they unleash!"

These were theories deduced from the ancient texts.

Rhaegar was half-believing, half-doubting, but one thing was certain.

Interacting more with dragons was not a bad thing.

"The ship will reach Dragonstone tomorrow, and soon I will have a dragon of my own."

Sleepiness washed over him, and Rhaegar, naked, threw himself onto the bed, rolling up in the covers to sleep.

He needed to conserve his energy for tomorrow's dragon-taming journey.

Before long, Rhaegar fell asleep.

A dim sky, surging waves, lightning, and thunderous rain...

The dream reappeared after half a month's absence.

This time, Rhaegar remained conscious.

The cold rain hit his body, and Rhaegar clearly felt the chill.

Water droplets flowed from his hair, covering his naked body.

Dark clouds churned in the sky, accompanied by fierce winds and heavy rain.

"Hiss... Roar..."

The roar of an enraged dragon echoed from afar, resonating through the heavens along with the thunder.

Rhaegar looked up, his face streaked by the rain, gazing at the sky.

Rumble--

Amidst the rolling thunder, the shadow of a colossal creature broke through the cloud cover, dancing with the lightning.

Having experienced the nightmare twice before, Rhaegar clenched his fists, staring intently at the shadow.

His determined will seemed to attract the other party.

The shadow changed direction, swooping down towards Rhaegar's location.

Rhaegar stood tall, his gaze fixed on the shadow.

The shadow's speed was incredible, and the distance between them closed rapidly.

"Hiss—"

Amidst a magnificent roar, a shadow loomed directly before him, revealing pitch-black claws like charcoal.

Rhaegar was deafened and dazed, his consciousness gradually pulling away from the dream.

In the final moment, he saw a scene he would never forget.

What kind of eyes were those.

Full of evil, cunning, and arrogance.

The deep green gaze was as profound as an abyss, also fixed on Rhaegar at this moment.

"Ah!!!"

Rhaegar suddenly woke up, muttering incessantly, "Eyes, a pair of green eyes…"

He had glimpsed part of the shadow's form.

It was a dragon.

A pitch-black dragon with green eyes!

The thought of the scene in his dream made Rhaegar tremble uncontrollably.

He didn't know if it was fear or excitement.

His chest heaved violently, he panted, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It took a long while before he recovered from this state.

"Give it to me!"

"Hurry up and give it to me…"

Rhaegar leaned back against the head of the bed, lost in thought, and vaguely heard a commotion from the corridor outside the cabin.

"Who's out there?"

Puzzled, Rhaegar got up, dressed, and planned to go out for some air and see what was happening.

He pushed open the cabin door, and the corridor was empty.

"Idiot, can't you understand what I'm saying…"

"……"

He heard the same voice again, and Rhaegar frowned slightly, finding it somewhat familiar.

"It's at the corner to the left."

Rhaegar pinpointed the direction and walked over slowly.

Upon reaching the corner, he found a dead end.

Rhaegar stood by the corridor and located the source of the sound.

It was two children.

The older one was about Rhaegar's age, a sturdy little boy.

The younger one was a little girl with baby fat.

Rhaegar was very familiar with these two.

It was his half-brother Aegon and his sister Helaena.

At this moment, Helaena was curled up against the wall in the corner, cradling her head in her hands.

The older Aegon was yelling at Helaena's side, pulling at a lock of her silver hair.

It was clearly a scene of an older brother bullying his sister.

Rhaegar took a step forward, intending to stop Aegon's actions.

After a moment's thought, he retreated.

Helaena was his sister, it was true, but she and Aegon were full siblings.

They were born from the same womb; it wasn't his place to meddle.

Rhaegar turned around, intending to find Alicent to discuss Aegon's education.

"Take it off, or I'll break your fingers."

Just then, Aegon's threatening voice came.

Rhaegar paused his departure, hesitating whether to intervene on Alicent's behalf.

Immediately after, Helaena's crying could be heard from behind him.

Rhaegar turned his head.

In one glance, he saw Aegon straddling Helaena, holding one of her arms with both hands and prying at her fingers one by one.

"You won't listen to me, you won't give me the bracelet…"

Aegon inflicted violence on his own sister while viciously threatening her.

"Give me the bracelet, or I'll deal with you every night."

Helaena refused to let go, shaking her little head vigorously, her eyes blurry with tears.

At this moment, Rhaegar noticed that Aegon was wearing the bracelet he had given her on the arm he was holding Helaena's.

Rhaegar raised his hand; an identical bracelet adorned his wrist.

The difference was, Helaena's was a decoration forged in the blacksmith's shop.

His was a true space bracelet.

His eyes flickered, and Rhaegar's gaze toward Aegon gradually turned dangerous.

He walked silently to the depths of the corner without a word.

Aegon gave up trying to pry Helaena's fingers open and instead forcibly tried to pull off the bracelet.

"You want it?"

Suddenly, Rhaegar's voice rang out from behind him.

Aegon jumped in fright. He turned his head and saw Rhaegar standing behind him, who knew when he had arrived.

He admitted he was a little scared of this older brother who had always been sickly but was exceptionally ruthless when he acted.

Swallowing hard, Aegon put on a brave face and said indignantly, "What's it to you!"

Rhaegar didn't speak, just stared at him.

His gaze was as calm as still water, not a ripple to be seen.

Seeing that he remained silent, Aegon's courage grew, and his expression became increasingly brazen.

Catching a glimpse of the bracelet on Rhaegar's wrist out of the corner of his eye, and then looking at Helaena's bracelet, Aegon thought of something.

He complained, "Why do you two have the same bracelet? I don't have one!?"

Hearing his shouts, Helaena, who looked like a pushover, raised her head and finally noticed Rhaegar's arrival.

After guessing for so long, did you guess which dragon it was?

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