The name was ancient beyond reckoning, carrying an almost divine aura that far exceeded her comprehension of the Dragon Lord Family's vast lineage. It was a name wrapped in mystery and steeped in legend—too old, too grand for her to fully grasp. But even so, she quickly found herself lost in deep contemplation once more.Rhaenys knew all too well that her understanding of Valyria's golden age was far from complete. The records she had studied were fragmented and scarce, much of the ancient knowledge lost or deliberately destroyed during the catastrophic downfall of Valyria. The Targaryen Family, though one of the famed forty Dragon Lord Families at the time, was considered a relatively minor and later-emerging house—hardly the illustrious dynasty she hoped to represent. After that great calamity, the countless books and chronicles about Valyria were scattered, burned, or buried under centuries of history, leaving many truths forever concealed in the mists of time.Perhaps, she thought, there really was an ancient Dragon Lord Family—one so powerful and secretive that even she had never heard of it before.She couldn't be certain whether the stranger before her was truthful about his surname. But there was one undeniable fact: he controlled two colossal dragons simultaneously. That was no small feat, no falsehood.Rhaenys listened carefully to Rayder's reply. She could not judge whether it was genuine, yet she chose to introduce herself with solemn dignity. "My name is Rhaenys Targaryen," she declared, her voice steady and proud.At once, Rayder was taken aback. He had not expected the first Targaryen he would meet by chance to be this woman—the future "Uncrowned Queen," a name that would echo through history. Though this was long before she would officially earn that title, it was clear to him that the young woman before him was tied to the legendary Targaryen bloodline.Wanting to confirm the era they were in, Rayder asked cautiously, "What year of the Conquest is it now in Westeros?"Rhaenys answered promptly without hesitation, "101 AC."Upon hearing this, Rayder quickly calculated in his mind. Based on the fragmented, occasionally inaccurate historical memories lingering from his previous life, this timeframe placed them near the official unification of Westeros by the Targaryen Family and the ascension of Viserys I, the fifth heir, to the Iron Throne. There were no other particularly notable events occurring at this moment, and the infamous "Dance of the Dragons" civil war was still some years away.Seeing Rayder's thoughtful expression, Rhaenys pressed on, her tone sharp and probing. "Judging by your flight path and the date you asked about, are you headed for Westeros?"Rayder nodded without hesitation. "Yes."Her gaze instantly hardened as she regarded him warily. "What is your purpose there?" she demanded.Rayder was wise enough not to reveal his true intentions. He was not going to confess that he sought only to harvest energy points and abduct dragons, nor would he disclose the full extent of his plans. Instead, he replied coolly, "That is something I will not tell you."His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with an unmistakable determination.Rhaenys' expression darkened at his refusal. Her tone became cold and forceful. "Westeros is the territory of the Targaryen Family! You and your three dragons are forbidden from setting foot there without stating your purpose!"Her words were like a spark lighting a fuse, igniting a fury within Rayder. He wanted to snap back, but a voice in his mind warned him, "Don't back down—at least not outwardly."He was confident in his strength and chose instead to cast off all pretense of humility. With the arrogant air of a scion of a superior Dragon Lord Family, he sneered in undisguised contempt: "I will give you one chance to rephrase that. What right does a branch of the Dragon Lord Family—one so minor and almost forgotten by history—have to speak such words to me, a descendant of the Mirasis Family?"Before he had finished speaking, his two dragons sensed their master's fury. The black dragon Im beneath him and the red dragon Egon beside him both let out earth-shaking roars. Their massive bodies moved forward a few steps simultaneously, the air around them thickening with the sense of overwhelming power. The dragons, each nearly a hundred meters long, advanced with terrifying grace and raw strength, their presence alone causing the very atmosphere to seem to harden.Rhaenys' mount, the "Red Queen" Meleys, was no match in size to the titanic dragons before her. Yet Meleys displayed no fear, issuing a clear, resolute roar in response and standing firm without yielding an inch.But then something strange happened. The necks of the smallest of Rayder's dragons, Kidora, began to glow with an intense golden light. It was a dazzling, almost blinding brilliance, radiating pure energy.At this moment, Meleys, who had held her ground with unyielding resolve, began to retreat—slowly, cautiously, and reluctantly stepping back half a pace.Rayder's sharp eyes caught this subtle change immediately.He was secretly stunned. This "Red Queen" had shown no fear against the monstrous Im and Egon, yet she instinctively hesitated before Kidora, the smallest of the three dragons.Rhaenys, too, felt a chill deep within her heart. She keenly sensed the subtle but unmistakable panic radiating from her dragon—a natural instinct trembling in the face of a mysterious and powerful force far beyond her understanding.Her heart sank with sudden realization.She, alone with just a single dragon, was no match for her opponent, who commanded three mighty beasts.The harsh, forceful words she had spoken moments earlier had been born of pride and overconfidence, but now she wished to back down. Yet, the dignity of the Targaryen Family forbade her from showing weakness.Though she was already plotting a graceful retreat to avoid losing face, her pride kept her voice sharp, uttering threats in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation: "You only have three dragons. But don't forget, our Targaryen Dynasty controls far more than that. Are you sure you dare to lay a hand on me?"Rayder laughed coldly, the sound dripping with mockery. "Are you provoking me?"His gaze was sharp and piercing, as sharp as a blade, fixed on Rhaenys without a flicker of hesitation.With a subtle signal, Kidora's three long, flexible necks stretched forward once more, and Im and Egon moved in tandem, closing the circle around Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys. The massive bodies of the three dragons shifted in unison, surrounding their foe like a living fortress.Low growls rumbled from their throats, their sharp fangs bared, and their scales scraped together with a harsh, grating noise. The atmosphere grew thick with tension; an attack was imminent. If they closed the distance just a bit more, a full-scale dragon battle would erupt.Rayder, standing alone yet confident, showed no fear of the consequences.To him, this was simply a contest of dragons.With the power of his three dragons, especially the enigmatic Kidora, he was absolutely certain that he would emerge victorious.Rhaenys met his fearless gaze and saw in it the cold resolve of a true conqueror. Her last shred of hope shattered in that instant.Her warning about the greater number of dragons under the Targaryen Dynasty's command had failed to deter him. Instead, it seemed only to stoke the flames of his challenge.He truly intended to engage her in battle, and he was fully resolved to win.---
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