Rosart coughed twice and pretended to be impartial. "Prince, do you have anything else to say?"
No one paid him any attention.
Daeren ignored him outright and said to his father, "Just as Ser Barristan said, the young dragons cannot leave me. Otherwise, they will die."
Aerys immediately glared, nearly bursting into curses.
The next moment—
Daeren changed the subject. "However, I am willing to offer you one young dragon and help you become a King on dragonback."
"A King on dragonback..."
Those words struck straight at Aerys's heart. All he could think about was riding a dragon, and he immediately pressed, "Which one are you giving me?"
"People choose dragons, and dragons choose their masters."
Daeren stepped aside, signaling for him to choose a young dragon he liked.
Aerys sprang to his feet, his eyes fixed on the three young dragons. He could not decide which one to choose.
He wanted all of them!
Daeren tilted his head and kicked the cage holding Toothless forward.
"Screech!"
Toothless was restless by nature. He climbed up the cage bars and let out a loud cry.
"A black dragon!"
Aerys's heart stirred as he muttered, "The Black Dread... I want to be Aegon the Conqueror..."
To House Targaryen, Balerion the Black Dread held extraordinary significance.
Having a black dragon was as though one had mounted the Black Dread itself.
"I want this black dragon."
Aerys let out a low growl.
Ser Gerold sighed helplessly and moved to take the cage holding Toothless.
Barristan refused to yield even an inch, urgently saying, "Prince!?"
The King's mental state was atrocious. How could they hand a young dragon over to him?
In his heart, Daeren was the true master of dragons.
Daeren calmly said, "Ser, stand down."
Barristan still wanted to argue, but Daeren's gaze