The next day:
Mud Gate, the port:
Aemon stood tall and watched the large ship carrying the craftsmen sail away.
"You are leaving, too."
Alicent was reluctant and hoped he would stay a few more days.
"I'll find time to come back."
Aemon smiled slightly and looked at the three little kids at his feet.
Aegon stuck his butt out to study the brick seams, looking arrogant.
Helena held her mother's hand behind her red skirt, quietly watching her brother take in her little baby.
Aemon was close to his sister and was also looking at his cousin, who often laughed.
He's good-looking, and he'll teach Aegon a lesson.
He's a good man!
"Hiss!"
A golden dragon slowly crawled over, stretched its neck, and roared.
Rhaenyra, dressed in a dragon-riding suit, was full of confidence. "Aemon, we should go."
"Okay."
Aemon responded.
From now on, the other party's tour to choose a husband officially begins.
White Knight Cole led the princess's ceremonial guard, rushing to the first stop in the king's territory ahead of schedule.
"Your Highness, you may return to the Red Keep if you wish."
Rhaenyra walked briskly, looking at Alicent provocatively.
She is a Targaryen.
She and Aemon can both ride dragons.
"You are right."
Alicent's eyes were deep. She walked over to Aemon, lifted his chin, and kissed his cheek lightly.
Then, she reminded him, "If you need anything, write to me. Oldtown Hightower will provide you with help."
Aemon...
He touched both sides of his cheeks; cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Do you want to play it so big?" He did not break the etiquette, but he was no longer a child.
"Be careful on the road."
Alicent pursed her lips and walked away with a group of children.
"Bye~"
Helena and Aemon held hands and turned back to politely say goodbye.
It was not until then that Rhaenyra, who was almost petrified, woke up from the shock.
The next second—
"Ah!"
Rhaenyra was furious. She grabbed Aemon by the face and wiped it hard, cursing as she did so. "What is she going to do? What is she going to do!?"
Damn Alicent!
Not only did she seduce her father, but she also wanted to hurt someone else.
Aemon was upset and wanted to get away from the trouble as soon as possible. "Let's go too."
"You are not allowed to return to King's Landing while I'm away!"
Rhaenyra was extremely vigilant.
Aemon nodded.
...
Blackwater Bay.
Boom!
A huge bronze dragon soared past, its wings sweeping up gusts of wind and its long, thick tail splitting the waves.
Aemon enjoyed the wind and turned his head to glance back.
"Hiss!"
Rhaenyra rode Syrax all the way to catch up, rising and falling along the waves.
Soon, they arrived at Dragonstone.
Vermithor slowly landed, covering a large area of the beach with its brown wings and gushing hot breath from its mouth and nose.
Aemon's body swayed as his eyes fell on the towering Dragon Mountain.
Conquering the mountain clans requires a large army, as does defending the river valley.
One dragon couldn't do it, and Gray Shadow was too small to be useful.
Therefore, he decided to wake a giant dragon.
"Hiss!"
Syrax caught up, hovering overhead and neighing.
"Land, Syrax!"
Rhaenyra's voice was crisp as she spoke High Valyrian.
His vertical pupils flashed with curiosity as he obediently folded his wings and landed next to the bronze dragon.
"A very docile dragon."
Aemon saw this and envied him.
A dragon that hatches in the cradle is more willing to obey its rider's orders than a dragon that is tamed halfway through its life.
Vermithor has a bad temper and a strong sense of autonomy.
In battle, however, he cooperates with the rider 100%.
On weekdays, however, he turns into an irritable old dragon who doesn't listen to anything he doesn't like.
"Aemon, are you sure you want to wake up Silverwing?"
Rhaenyra turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, looking worried.
"Don't worry. I'm sure."
Aemon smiled confidently.
Silverwing is the companion dragon of his great-grandmother, "the Good Queen" Alysanne Targaryen.
Like its master, it has a famously docile temperament.
Moreover, Silverwing and Vermithor have a unique partnership.
The purpose of this trip is not to tame Silverwing.
The goal is simply to wake it up and move it to the river valley.
With one more adult dragon in charge, the river valley will be solid as a rock.
Rhaenyra was powerless to stop him and said seriously, "I wish you success."
She could see it.
Dragons are the most important trump card. Rather than letting the family dragons be tamed by the Velaryons or given to Alicent's children, it's better to move them to the river valley to weaken the hostile forces.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor roared, flapped his wings, and flew toward Dragon Mountain.
He couldn't wait either.
...
Dragon Mountain.
Vermithor circled halfway up the mountain and entered the broken entrance of the smoking cave.
Bang!
Aemon climbed down from the dragon's back and stepped on the gravel with his boots.
Vermithor glanced at Aemon, raised his head, and sniffed around. It was still a familiar smell.
"I'll go wake it up. You stay here and don't move."
Aemon rubbed his bronze chin. It was necessary to give the reminder.
First impressions are the most important in the relationship between humans and dragons. If Aemon wanted Silverwing's help, he had to wake it up himself.
If Vermithor wakes up Silverwing, it will only serve as a companion and will not establish a friendly relationship with Aemon.
Gray Shadow was kidnapped by Aemon and is now very obedient.
"Roar!"
Vermithor's vertical pupils dilated, and his huge body curled up, indicating that he knew.
"Wait for my good news."
Aemon lit a torch and walked deeper into the smoking cave.
Last time, he only explored half of it, the platform altar where Vermithor slept.
Behind that was the nest where Silverwing was sleeping.
Time flies.
Aemon walked through the dim tunnel, using the torchlight to see ahead.
Stinking mud covered the ground, and with each step, his feet sank deep into it. He pulled out his boots, which were covered in black mud.
It was made entirely of dragon excrement.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the depths of the tunnel.
Aemon pricked up his ears and vaguely heard the dragon snoring.
"We're almost there."
Refreshed, he sped up.
Finally, he entered a spacious cave with an exit carved into the stone wall.
"Hurrah!"
A silver-gray dragon lay on the ground with its huge head on the tip of its tail. Its majestic chest rose and fell with each snore.
"Silverwing!"
Aemon's heart surged, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.
From afar, he watched the dragon's true appearance.
Its hard, silver-gray scales exuded a metallic luster under the light from the cave ceiling.
Its body was well-proportioned, and its skin was smooth without tiny thorns.
Its head was gorgeous, quite similar to Syrax', with three pairs of dragon horns of different sizes growing on both sides. All were covered with a layer of keratin.
One of the horns on its lower left jaw was broken in half.
It seems as if it had been on the battlefield or broken in a fight with another dragon.
"What a beautiful dragon."
Aemon sighed sincerely and stepped forward lightly.
His deepest impression of Silverwing was its pair of silver wings that flashed with a cold light.
They were like two giant knives that could cut through anything.
Swish!
Suddenly, Silverwing opened his eyes without warning, revealing cold, vertical pupils.
Aemon froze, as if being stared at by a natural enemy.
This feeling was fleeting, however, and courage and boldness emerged in his heart. He slowly raised his palm.
"Look at me, Silverwing!"
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