Shock Brought to the White Knight

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

As the White Hart walked closer, Rhaegar's hands and feet trembled slightly. He cautiously moved forward, holding his hands high above his head.

"Yoo hoo~"

In the setting sun, the shadows of the man and the deer merged.

The White Hart stopped in front of Rhaegar, lowered its head, and gently sniffed the red grapes held in his small hands. It stretched out its tongue and rolled one into its mouth to chew.

The sweet pulp was crushed, and the juice, along with a fresh fragrance, filled the White Hart's mouth, giving it a novel experience.

After one was swallowed, it quickly ate the rest.

Rhaegar excitedly looked at the White Hart. Due to insufficient blood supply to his heart, his face gradually turned pale, and sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his light, ornate robes.

"Good fellow, you ate my stash, now let me pet you."

As soon as he spoke, Rhaegar gasped for air and, under the White Hart's clear gaze, extended his small hand.

He touched the fur on its long neck.

"Yoo hoo?"

The White Hart didn't dodge. It allowed the human cub to pet it and nudged his waist pouch with its mouth.

Rhaegar smiled brightly, "You greedy thing, you smelled that I have more?"

He put one arm around the White Hart's neck and pressed his cheek against its snow-white fur, rubbing gently.

With his other hand, he untied the small pocket and poured all the remaining stash onto the ground.

A few red grapes, a slice of apple, half an orange...

The White Hart accepted them all, lowering its head to eat greedily.

Seeing this, Illyric was deeply shocked. His lips moved, "Your Highness..."

Rhaegar turned to look at the bewildered Illyric. A faint blush appeared on his pale face, and he said shyly, "It's all fruit I didn't finish, it would be a waste to throw it away."

"No, I don't mean that, I mean... I mean..."

At this moment, the word "speechless" was fitting for Illyric.

Even though he wouldn't flinch when facing an ambush of assassins, his heart was profoundly shaken.

A White Hart was actively approaching him.

In all the recorded history of the Continent of Westeros, such an astonishing event had never occurred.

If it were told by poets and singers, it would become a legendary tale passed down through the ages.

Regardless of what this White Knight might be thinking, Rhaegar had no mind for it at this moment.

His heart pounded harder with each beat, accompanied by ringing in his ears. Rhaegar felt dizzy, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Sir, please don't hurt my friend..."

With his last weak words, Rhaegar's grip on the White Hart's neck loosened, and his body slumped powerlessly.

Bang--

After a day of excitement, Rhaegar couldn't bear the emotional strain and fainted.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Before losing consciousness, Rhaegar seemed to hear Illyric desperately calling his name and shaking his body.

"Rare creature detected, containing trace amounts of magical elements. Initiating self-detection..."

"Detection successful. A pure and kind White Hart. Initiate exploration?"

"..."

"Given the explorer is unconscious, exploration will be automatically initiated by the system. Please stay tuned..."

As if hearing the system prompts, Rhaegar could no longer think and had completely lost consciousness.

Meanwhile.

A clearing in the King'swood.

Rhaenyra, who had sadly fled the camp, no longer looked sad. She sat calmly on a dead tree.

In front of her, a handsome knight in silver armor and a white cloak put down his longsword and busily started a bonfire.

"Cole, I didn't expect your skills extended beyond combat."

Rhaenyra rested her chin on her hands, her tone teasing.

Cole, with his black curly hair, smiled as he prepared a wild rabbit he had hunted. He replied, "I come from humble beginnings. Before becoming a knight, I had to do all sorts of chores myself."

It had to be said that Ser Criston Cole was indeed outstanding.

Not only was he an honorable White Knight, but his appearance was also pleasing to girls.

His gentle demeanor and pure eyes were even more captivating.

Rhaenyra, lacking affection, was completely captivated by him.

She gazed at her very own White Knight with adoration.

Watching him earnestly prepare dinner.

If Rhaegar were here, he would swear to the Seven Gods.

Even if Cole served up a piece of charcoal later, Rhaenyra would swallow it without a second thought.

Rustle... rustle...

The wild rabbit had just finished roasting when a noise from nearby alerted them.

Cole drew his longsword, ready to face any hidden enemies.

"Hmph, hmph~"

Time ticked by, and a black wild boar burst from the dark woods, charging madly.

Facing the charge of an adult wild boar, Cole's eyes widened, and he quickly dodged.

As he shifted his stance, his longsword grazed the boar's body, leaving a gash.

"Hmph, hmph~"

The boar's hide was thick. After its charge failed, it turned and continued to charge wildly.

This time, it aimed for the stunned Rhaenyra.

"Watch out!"

Cole shouted loudly, warning Rhaenyra to dodge.

In a flash, the boar leaped over the burning campfire and charged straight for the girl, who appeared easier to bully.

The campfire was scattered, burning firewood flew everywhere, and flames danced in the night sky.

It was like a fiery fireworks display.

In the firelight, the boar approached the girl.

Its sharp tusks were less than a fist's width from her soft belly.

The danger of death loomed.

"No!"

Under the moonlight, a scream echoed, sharp and piercing.

Rhaegar's eyes snapped open, and he sat bolt upright, his face filled with terror.

"You're awake, Prince!"

The next second, Illyric's joyful voice reached his ears.

Rhaegar turned his head reflexively and saw a campfire.

"The camp... the campfire, it's not destroyed?"

Seeing the blazing campfire, Rhaegar swallowed, still feeling dry-mouthed.

Footsteps sounded from behind him. Rhaegar turned and saw Illyric approaching with excitement.

In his hand was a pheasant, its neck bound by a straw rope.

"Sir, where are we, and where is my sister?"

Rhaegar couldn't react immediately, his young face etched with anxiety.

Illyric dropped the prey and walked to the startled little prince's side. He placed his hands on his shoulders, his expression serious:

"Don't be afraid, it was just a nightmare."

"A nightmare?"

Rhaegar wiped his forehead, covered in cold sweat from fright.

Illyric gently stroked his back, patiently recounting their day's events.

Finally, Rhaegar recalled the original situation.

"Hoo~"

He took a deep breath. Relief flickered in Rhaegar's eyes, and the look of terror on his face faded.

"So it was just a nightmare."

Although the dream had felt very real, Rhaegar was already accustomed to being plagued by nightmares.

"Sir, I was really scared by the dream just now."

The palpitations subsided, and Rhaegar managed a smile, hiding his embarrassment at losing composure.

Illyric shook his head. "Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. Just forget about it."

Rhaegar thanked him softly.

Then, as if thinking of something, he looked around.

Not seeing the figure from his memory, Rhaegar asked in surprise, "Where's White Hart? Where did White Hart go?"

Illyric truthfully replied, "After you fainted, White Hart stayed by your side and even brought you a red fruit."

"Before I went out to check the traps, White Hart even let you rest on its belly."

"Perhaps sensing you were about to wake up, White Hart left on its own."

Rhaegar said with disappointment, "It left? I wanted to take it back to show Father."

Illyric advised, "White Hart doesn't belong to the human world. It came from the forest, and now it has returned to the forest. You should be happy for your new friend."

"That's right, I called it a friend."

Rhaegar murmured softly, still reluctant to let go.

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