Nighttime, Dragonstone.
Inside the main hall of Golden Dragon Manor.
Aegon was playing with the flames in the brazier.
"Blood and fire are of the same origin; it seems most magic is related to blood and fire. How magical."
The flames burned Aegon's fair hand, yet couldn't leave even a single trace.
Helena was peeling fruit nearby, while Daeron widened his eyes and couldn't resist reaching out to touch the flames.
A few seconds later, he recoiled as if electrocuted.
"Hiss~ hiss~." Daeron's face was flushed red; he hissed while shaking his hand.
Aemond burst into laughter, loudly mocking Daeron.
Helena sighed helplessly, putting down the half-peeled fruit in her hand. "Come here, let me see."
"Daeron, hurry up and go! Go slowly, your hand will be healed by the time you get there, hahahahaha." Aemond was still laughing.
Daeron's face flushed, and he drew the wooden sword from his waist, challenging Aemond to a "fight to the death" in the hall!
"You little brat, today I'll show you what it means to have a butt red as a flower." Aemond teased confidently.
"Alright, you two brothers start arguing as soon as you get home. You're going to tear the roof off. Isn't it annoying?"
Aegon wore a helpless expression and withdrew his hand from the flames.
"Normal Targaryen blood is just more resistant to fire, not completely immune. You must remember that."
"Then why can you play with fire? Sister can play too. Why can't I?" Daeron blinked his big purple eyes.
"I'm different from Helena. Helena is born with it, and I... should also be born with it," Aegon said, somewhat uncertainly.
Daeron was confused by Aegon's words.
If he wasn't afraid of getting beaten, Daeron would definitely ask Aegon, "What are you mumbling about?"
Daeron quieted down, and Aegon turned back to continue playing with the flames.
"Fire is visible but cannot be touched. Besides its own temperature, I can barely feel it."
The flickering flames reflected in Aegon's purple pupils, casting a layer of light.
"I heard there are pyromancers in the Shadow Lands. They can control fire and even attack others with fire magic."
Helena's face was full of curiosity.
She had once read accounts related to pyromancers in an ancient book.
But she didn't believe anyone could directly control fire; that was too magical, too unbelievable.
"The Shadow Lands is a very mysterious place. There are not only pyromancers there, but also many people who study dark magic and blood magic."
"I heard that the ancient Valyrian methods of taming Dragons are still preserved in the Shadow Lands. I don't know if it's true or false."
The Shadow Lands is very mysterious, very ancient, and also very dangerous.
There are too many legends about the mysterious place.
Aegon couldn't even distinguish which had some credibility and which were purely fabricated.
Bang, bang, bang—a sudden knocking sound rang out, and Aegon's mouth twitched slightly.
The only one who dared to knock on the door in the middle of the night on the entire Stepstones was Skaði.
Aemond had already arrived at the door at this time and quickly opened it.
"Who... ah..."
Under the moonlight, Skaði, like a black tower, entered Aemond's sight, holding four longswords in her arms.
Aemond was so scared he took half a step back, and his tone weakened considerably.
Seeing that Aemond had opened the door, Skaði showed a "struggling grin" at the corner of her mouth and drew a longsword.
Aemond immediately took two steps back, his face full of tension.
"Brother, brother, come here quickly!"
Hearing Aemond's slightly panicked shouts, Aegon was confused.
The entire Golden Dragon Manor was heavily guarded, and Aemond was not timid. What on earth happened?
Soon, Aegon understood what had happened.
"I love this sword so much! I'm going to use it to kill all my enemies!" Aemond was so excited he was slashing the air everywhere.
Skaði was a little helpless and ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I have disappointed you."
"There are a total of four smaller hand-and-a-half swords, but they are smaller than ordinary hand-and-a-half swords and can only be considered longswords."
There would be loss during reforging, but she didn't expect the loss after reforging Valyrian steel to be greater than she had imagined.
Fortunately, Aegon didn't care.
"If they're a bit small, then so be it. As long as the quality is fine."
There were a total of four swords. Besides the one in Aemond's hand, there were three others, which Skaði placed on the table one by one.
One of them, a longsword with a golden hilt, was exceptionally beautiful. A lifelike dragon pattern was carved on the blade, and the pommel was the dragon head of Sunfyre.
"This sword is named 'golden sun'. It is a king's sword. Showy, confident, and high-spirited are the main themes of this sword."
Another longsword with a light blue hilt was much more restrained. The entire blade was covered in intricate patterns, and the pommel was the dragon head of Dreamfyre.
"This sword is named'Silver Moon'. golden sun is the king, Silver Moon is the Queen. Elegance and nobility are the main themes of this sword," Skaði introduced.
"Where's mine? Where's mine?" Daeron looked at the last dark blue longsword on the table and asked excitedly.
"Sorry, Prince Daeron, your sword hasn't been named yet," Skaði said with a simple smile, scratching her head.
"Not... not named yet? What does that mean?" Daeron looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
It was just that it hadn't been named yet, but it was as if he had suffered some major setback or blow.
"Aemond's sword hasn't been named either. Just name them yourselves. Aren't you satisfied just having Valyrian steel swords?"
Aegon laughed heartily and patted Daeron's cheek.
"The entire House Targaryen only has two Valyrian steel swords, 'Blackfyre' and 'Dark Sister'."
Of the two swords, Blackfyre is of extraordinary significance.
Blackfyre has been passed down among the kings of the House Targaryen throughout history and is also considered a king's sword.
However, I believe it won't be long before golden sun and Silver Moon also become Valyrian steel swords of extraordinary significance in the House Targaryen.
On the sixth day of the seventh month of AC 120.
Quite a few merchant ships had already appeared near Dragonstone, but they were all lingering around and did not approach the port of Dragonstone. News always spreads quickly among merchants.
When they heard about the large order of five hundred thousand gold Dragons, the merchants in the surrounding waters who first received the news were like sharks that smelled blood.
If it weren't for their concerns about the Dragons circling in the sky and the warships docked in the port, they would have swarmed in long ago.
The port of Dragonstone.
Aegon patted the Valyrian steel armor on Hugh.
"Give the Tyroshi a lesson they will never forget. Don't disappoint me."
"Only when you achieve military merit can I carry out military reforms. At that time, you will also be able to become the true Grand Council of Military and Political Affairs."
Hugh placed his right hand on his chest and saluted.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will never disappoint Your Highness!"
"Good, I await your triumphant return."
After speaking, Aegon looked at Kraken, Loren, and Alec.
"Once the plan begins, the Stepstones will be handed over to you."
"Just tell Sunfyre directly if anything happens. Where Sunfyre is, I am!"
"Understood. Please rest assured, Your Highness!"
The few people said in unison.
Seeing this, Aegon nodded in satisfaction and boarded the ship with Helena, Aemond, and Daeron.
Woo—a loud horn sounded.
On the sea, fifty large ships slowly set off.
In the sky, five Dragons of different forms roared intertwined, circling above the fleet.
Under the gaze of hundreds of foreign merchant ships, the fifty large ships and five Dragons gradually sailed away from the port of Dragonstone.
Night fell.
Another horn sounded, but the sound was muffled and could not travel far.
Shortly after the muffled horn sounded, the original fleet of fifty ships split into two fleets.
One fleet continued north, including three Dragons, fifteen warships, and five merchant ships.
The other fleet turned south, heading straight for Tyrosh Island, including twenty warships and ten merchant ships.
Aegon stood on the deck, looking at the stars in the sky, and Vhagar, Dreamfyre, and Tessarion circling under the starry night sky.
Beside him, Helena wore a light blue long dress.
Her silver waist-length hair danced in the wind, her heart had long since drifted away with the sea breeze, and she was smiling foolishly.
"What are you smiling foolishly about?" Aegon suddenly turned his head and asked.
Helena was startled, and a blush quickly crept up her cheeks. Aegon saw it clearly.
"I, I wasn't smiling," she said stubbornly.
Amidst Helena's exclamation, Aegon picked her up and twirled her around twice.
"The moon in my life is already turning red like an apple, and you're still saying you weren't smiling?"
Aegon's tone was teasing. In fact, he had already noticed Helena peeking, and he deliberately didn't say anything, just wanting to tease her.
Helena buried her flushed cheeks deep in Aegon's arms and began to play dead.
Just as the two were being affectionate, a muffled thud suddenly came from behind them.
Aegon and Helena turned their heads simultaneously and found that the wooden door of the cabin had been knocked open.
Daeron, while waving the wooden sword in his hand to fend off Aemond's attack, also mocked him with his sharp tongue.
"Brother, you will eventually be defeated by my swordsmanship. Don't struggle."
"When I become the Prince of Lys, I will erect a statue for you next to mine and engrave on it: Defeated by Daeron, the Third Swordsman of the Seven Kingdoms!"
Daeron mocked Aemond wildly with his mouth, trying to provoke him and make him reveal a weakness.
Unfortunately, Aemond had been trained by Aegon since he was young. Although he was still reckless and impulsive at heart, he would not lose his reason.
Aemond always kept Aegon's teachings in mind.
If his personality couldn't be changed, he should try to integrate his personality into his swordsmanship.
To be rough yet detailed, bold yet careful!
A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. Aemond first pretended to lose his reason, swinging his sword wildly, but in reality, he was staring intently at Daeron, waiting for Daeron to take the initiative to attack and counterattack.
As expected, Daeron fell for it.
He took the initiative to attack with his sword, but Aemond caught him with a backhand and knocked the wooden sword out of his hand.
Daeron's face changed dramatically. He thought to himself, "Not good," and tried to hide behind Helena.
Aemond was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He grabbed Daeron by the back of his neck, and the wooden sword struck Daeron's butt with lightning speed.
*Smack* A crisp striking sound rang out.
Daeron didn't even have time to cry out in pain. He raised his small hand and shouted, "Sister, save me!"
Unfortunately, this time Helena did not call a stop. She just kept laughing.
Seeing that his sister didn't stop him, Aemond immediately became energetic.
In the end, the wooden sword even left afterimages.
Daeron looked at Helena, feeling that his sister no longer doted on him.
He turned back to look at his second brother, who was waving the wooden sword with a ferocious grin, and finally looked at Aegon.
Feeling the pain coming from his butt, Daeron cried out with a "waa".