Rhaegor felt that his most dominant emotion today must have been helplessness. Especially when he saw his children, this helplessness reached its peak.
Little Igor was very cunning, which he demonstrated at a very young age. He would secretly trick his older sister, who loved to play with him, but always within a range acceptable to both of them.
Thus, the two children could quickly reconcile as before.
"Igor, it must have been your bad idea again." Rhaegor covered his head, somewhat exasperated. Seeing his father unhappy, little Igor timidly hid behind his sister.
"Father, I was also wrong. I shouldn't have snatched my brother's wooden sword."
Seeing that her father's expression was not quite right, Daenerys immediately did what she, as an older sister, should do, standing in front of her brother.
"Alright, alright, don't I know your little tricks? Uh…" Rhaegor thought for a moment. "Go find your mother; she's free now."
"You…" Daenerys and Igor's eyes lit up simultaneously. It seemed their father wasn't planning to punish them.
"Hurry up and go." Rhaegor suddenly smiled: "Before I change my mind."
"Understood, Father, you're busy, you're busy." Daenerys immediately picked up her brother and rushed out, leaving behind their smiling father.
The siblings quickly found their mother, who was taking a post-dinner stroll.
"You want to watch Legan train dragons? No! It's too dangerous." Daniela flatly refused the children's request. "Your Uncle Legan is choosing a giant dragon to tame this time. Those wild dragons are very fierce. Only when Valenna, Uncle Ray, and Aunt Rhaenyra are present can they suppress these wild dragons. Do you want to cause trouble by going there?"
"Father has already agreed, Mama, just take us to have a look." Daenerys grabbed her mother's hand and shook it.
"Mama, we will also train dragons in the future, so we can gain some experience, Mama." Igor also grabbed his mother's other hand, his eyes wide as he pleaded.
"Alright, alright." Daniela knew she couldn't win against the children and could only agree.
Dragon Nest City, Dragonpit.
"Come out in order, no disorder!"
The aged Princess Rhaenyra, riding on the back of Dawn, shouted commands in High Valyrian. Shadow Nightmare and Silverwing stood on either side of the Dragonpit entrance, eyeing the depths of the Dragonpit menacingly.
Vermithor's sleepy snores still echoed throughout the entire Dragonpit.
"Legan, go." Ray stood behind his young nephew and said gently: "Choose your future partner, and speak its name in High Valyrian. If it is willing to acknowledge you, you will sense it. The next time you come, you can directly tame it."
Legan, already sixteen years old, swallowed.
As Dragonzel's youngest son, and due to his frail health in childhood, he received more doting from his parents and was also the children's leader among the third generation. This slender youth had neat, short silver-gold hair. Compared to his older brothers, Legan seemed much less impressive. Rather than becoming a knight or a lord, Legan resembled a maester more.
If he wished, he could already forge a chain of medicine, history, ravenry, mathematics, military, and mysticism.
But Legan was too lazy to take the exams, so he gave up.
"Uncle, Uncle, according to your theory, should I… should I choose the dragon whose birth time is closest to mine… that's more…"
"Straighten your tongue and speak," Ray said with a frown: "If you're still so nervous even when you see me, then even if the dragon you're trying to tame is a bonded dragon, it won't easily submit to you."
"Oh…" Legan tried hard to straighten his tongue, lowering his head somewhat dejectedly.
"Ray, don't be so harsh on the child." The voice came from Princess Rhaenyra above. She and Ray had few offspring, so she was exceptionally lenient and doting on the children. However, the children were uniformly raised by Dragonzel and Diana, so her doting had no adverse effects.
"No, it's fine, Aunt Rhaenyra, it's my problem." Legan looked up towards the depths of the Dragonpit, still muttering something under his breath.
Ray's hearing was quite good, but he could only make out a few High Valyrian words.
Some were commands, others were murmurs like "Blood Princess likes lamb, Golden King likes shiny things, Valarrion likes gems, Cerillis hates Reyelles, likes Golden King's lair, Reyelles likes Vasoriare."
Blood Princess was the first to crawl out. This red giant dragon, hatched from a Silverwing egg, had now grown up. Although she could lay eggs, the number of eggs produced was very small, and their quality was not very high.
"Blood Princess, come here." Legan began to summon the giant dragon according to Ray's instructions.
Blood Princess heard Legan's call. She glanced at Legan, then turned her head, scanned the surroundings, and looked towards the Silver Dragon "Morning Light," which had a towering spiky crown.
Watching Blood Princess crawl back into her lair, Daenerys unhappily tugged at her mother's hand: "Mama, did Blood Princess reject Uncle Legan?"
Daniela smiled and shook her head: "No, the family's blood allows us to ride any dragon. As long as we establish a connection with the giant dragon on its back, we can conquer it."
"Mama, but that's not how it was in the stories Sebastian told us," Igor said.
"That's right, Father doesn't want us to treat giant dragons like beasts or tools. They are our honor, our kin, so we respect the giant dragons' opinions more. Your Uncle Dan is like that; Sendroth responded to his birth. Theoretically, as long as he rode Sendroth, he could quickly conquer her, but Uncle Dan didn't do that. He chose the traditional method of dragon training, enduring life and death before finally gaining Sendroth's approval."
Daniela looked at the dragon training scene below and said gently: "Your Uncle Legan is doing just that."
The purple Lilacwing sniffed Legan but did not accept his summons.
Reyelles and Cerillis were still fighting when they set off. Legan's summons couldn't even interrupt the struggle between the green giant dragon and the crimson Cerillis. It was Silverwing's roar that stopped them.
Valarrion did stay by Legan's side for a while, but ultimately shook its head and left.
"Roar"
The Golden King, as brilliant as pure gold, proudly flew out of its lair. Behind it were the thriving young dragons that had hatched in recent years.
Legan also saw them.
"Golden King, Vasoriare, Shrykos, come here." Legan accurately called out their names.
The first to land was Vasoriare, a uniquely strange, pure white giant dragon. It had an enormous tail disproportionate to its body, a long tail that dragged far behind, with a large fin at its end. It did not have massive dragon horns, only neatly arranged sharp short horns above its eyes and on either side of its head, which actually made its scale-covered face look quite majestic. Under the faint light of the Dragonpit, Vasoriare's pure white scales, like Hovendes's membrane wings, shimmered with brilliant colors in the light.
Most remarkably, it had silken fur extending from its spine to its cheeks, making Vasoriare look like a male lion. When this giant dragon had just hatched, Ray had experimented with these hairs.
Like Sarafasas's and Hovendes's whiskers, and Candlelight's tentacles, these were not true hairs.
These "hairs" seemed to be highly resistant to burning flames and could also withstand the tearing of sharp teeth and claws.
Then came Shrykos, a purplish-red like rouge. Its most peculiar feature was its head and neck. Compared to normal giant dragons, Shrykos's head was even stranger than Candlelight's. Massive scales covered its head, making it look more like the armored, jawless fish of ancient times. Its enormous dragon horns seemed ill-fitting. Most peculiar were the large fin-like membrane wings extending from both sides of Shrykos's skull, which, when seen with its equally massive dragon wings, made it appear as if it had two pairs of wings.
The Golden King landed behind Vasoriare and Shrykos, looking at Legan with some curiosity.
"Vasoriare and Shrykos seem to have rejected Uncle Legan," Daenerys observed keenly. She quickly saw the two younger giant dragons turn and leave, leaving only the Golden King.
"The Golden King is also more suitable for Legan," Daniela remarked. "It's large enough and gentle enough."
Igor stared blankly as the Golden King slowly crawled towards Legan, lowering its head and allowing Legan to place his hand between its dragon horns.
No one knew what this five-year-old child was thinking.
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