Chapter 262 Alisson’s rage

It was getting late, and two dragons flew from the Isle of Thousand Faces into Harrenhal under the moonlight.

The gates of Harrenhal were wide open, and carriages carrying goods and boxes were pulled into the castle one after another.

Rhaegar glanced down and saw a long queue of vehicles pulling out, each vehicle fully loaded.

 The glutton landed, Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and caught the exhausted Rhaenyra.

Helping him back to the Burning King's Tower, Rhaegar asked strangely: "Old Tully gave so many gifts?"

 He knew Old Tully's character, and he was somewhat stingy.

 You shouldn’t give up so much wealth.

 “Well, of course old Tully is not so generous.”

Rhaenyra snorted coldly and said with a hint of jealousy: "It's a gift from your Highgarden rose. It's a hundred cartloads."

 …

 Having frequent contact with this young dragon with bright silver scales.

  He spoke High Valyrian, trying to get Blizzard to do his bidding.

Aemond was so anxious that he pushed the goat closer to the young dragon, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten.

After three years of growth, Blizzard has reached the size of a horse.

 Aegon, Helena, and Daeron all have their own dragons.

 “Blizzard, Dragon Flame!”

 In the spacious Dragon Cave Hall, the young man's voice echoed over and over again.

 Obviously, Emond is not a master recognized by Blizzard.

He has no plans to go to Highgarden now, let alone have any thoughts of having a romantic affair.

   …”

 “Margaery? Why are you sending so many things to me?” Rhaegar automatically filtered out the sarcastic words and frowned slightly.

“Blizzard, try this, it’s better than mutton…”

 “Forget it, don’t forget to return the favor, so as not to say we are stingy.”

Aemond’s proud heart could not bear this deviation.

 Time flies, half a month later.

 As Aemond is the only Targaryen without a dragon, Blizzard naturally becomes his target.

 Finally, his yelling angered the trapped young dragon.

Seeing that Blizzard ignored him, Aemond encouraged himself and ordered the Dragon Guard to bring a goat.

Emond took the hemp rope, drove the goat towards Blizzard, and said tentatively: "Blizzard, dragon flame!"

Eamond, who was dressed in green and had silver hair, forced out a flattering smile and stared nervously a few meters in front of him.

The other party has sent so much money, it will be very hot to receive it.

 How many years?

Blizzard was still lying on the floor, swinging the dragon's tail in front of him, resting it under his slender neck, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Blizzard remained indifferent and crawled toward the cave, coldly pointing his tail at each person and the sheep.

 “Hiss…”

“Blizzard, how about you let me touch you?”

 Junlin, dragon's lair.

Failed several times, Aemond held his breath in his heart and shouted regardless.

Rhaegar shook his head and carried Rhaenyra, who was sore all over her body, into the tower.

Rhaenyra lay on Rhaegar's shoulder glumly, muttering: "Why else? I'm just greedy for your body."

The goat twisted its plump buttocks and had a hemp rope tied around its neck.

People choose dragons, and dragons will choose people.

There are countless noble ladies who covet Rhaegar's body, and she has long looked down on them.

                                                                 …)

 “Blizzard, get up! Follow my orders!”

 “Hiss…”

 It is a new-born baby dragon that has been kept in the dragon's lair.

A young dragon with bright silver scales was prostrate on the ground. Its golden vertical pupils stared indifferently at the boy who kept talking nonsense. The small claws of its wings and forelimbs touched the stone floor.

 “Blizzard, I’ll drive a goat to you.”

 He was not taken seriously to begin with, but recently his father and mother looked at him with growing disappointment.

 “Hiss!”

Blizzard opened his cold vertical pupils, quickly turned his body around, opened his dragon's kiss and spat out a mouthful of silver-gray surging dragon flames.

 “No, no, no!”

Aemond was shocked, and his survival instinct made him turn around and fall to the ground.

 Zila…

 The goat facing the dragon flames was quickly roasted and turned into a pitch-black carcass.

Aemond huddled on the ground, avoiding the frontal impact of the dragon flames, but his green cloak was ignited by the splashing sparks.

 “Ah! It’s so hot, so hot!”

 The dragon flames stopped, and Aemond jumped up in a whoosh, unbuttoning his cloak as he ran.

 “Prince, let me help you.”

 The man guarding the dragon on the side was almost frightened and rushed forward to help.

Blizzard has a withdrawn personality and is usually relatively gentle, but he never expected to breathe dragon flames when he was told to.

After a hurried pursuit, Aemond tore off the burning cloak, threw it under his feet, and stamped on it violently.

 “Go and send Blizzard back to the Dragon Pit, it is no longer suitable for taming.”

 The old man took the opportunity to speak and reminded the young man to take Blizzard away.

 Dragon is a proud creature. If you don’t recognize a person, you don’t recognize it.

 When it spits dragon flames at someone, it proves that it is almost impossible to tame it.

Aemond was still getting angry with his cloak, stamping on it and cursing: "Damn it, **** it..."

He just wanted to tame a dragon like other brothers and sisters, why is it so difficult!

 “Damn it, I’m going to succeed!”

  The cloak was trampled to pieces, and Aemond was panting, with indescribable embarrassment in his eyes.     “Hiss—”

Suddenly, a dragon roar as muffled as a bell resounded through King's Landing, heading towards the dragon's lair.

 The dragon guards acted quickly and quickly opened the gate of the dragon's lair.

                                                         ——

A huge dragon as black as coal descended from the sky, its sharp feet suddenly landed on the ground, and scorching sparks burst out.

Eamond quickly turned his head and stared at this huge creature with panic in his eyes.

 Soon, the panic faded away and turned into deep envy.

"Roar…"

The giant black dragon roared low, bent its towering back, folded its wings and touched the ground, and crawled into the dragon's lair.

 In his ferocious green vertical pupils, the look of disgust is palpable.

It is too big, and a closed building like the Dragon's Den is not suitable for activities.

The dragon's nest on Qianmian Island is very good. Not only does it have a cave to stay in, but there are also underground caves extending in all directions under the island. The environment is no worse than that on Dragonstone Island.

Face to face with the huge black dragon, Aemond ran away in a hurry.

That's the glutton who burned down the Three Women's Kingdom. He can't be offended.

Emond ran to the side of the dragon's lair and hid beside the dragon guard, looking at the silver-haired figure on the dragon's back.

With his eyes shining brightly, he put his hands to his mouth and shouted: "Brother!"

Rhaegar was so condescending that he had discovered this kid long ago.

 When the glutton climbed to the edge of the dragon's lair and lay down, he slid off the dragon's back and walked towards his stupid brother.

Emond also hurriedly came up to greet him with a bright smile: "Brother, why are you back suddenly?"

 “Why, you’re not welcome to me?”

Rhaegar joked, took off his cloak and threw it to the other party.

Eamond obediently took the cloak and hugged it, followed his footsteps, and quickly explained: "No, I miss you very much."

 “Haha, I think you miss the dragon.”

Rhaegar keenly noticed the burned and trampled cloak, and guessed that this boy had failed to tame the dragon.

 “Hey, I can’t hide anything from you.”

Aemond scratched his head in embarrassment, pleading with his eyes: "Brother, Blizzard doesn't like me, can you take me to Dragonstone Island for a walk?"

This is his little calculation.

There are three ownerless dragons on Dragonstone, one of which is as powerful as the glutton and Vhagar's Bronze Fury Vormithor.

  Compared with the young dragon Blizzard that cannot be ridden yet, Aemond wants a true giant dragon.

 Slap everyone in the face with this to prove his ability.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said calmly: "It's okay to take you to Dragonstone Island in time, but there's no guarantee that you can successfully train the dragon."

 Because of how to train the dragon, Aemond was often ridiculed by Aegon and received many looks.

The three dragons on Dragonstone are all adult dragons, and the probability of taming them is lower than those of young dragons.

"It doesn't matter, I won't give up as long as I have the chance." Emond said excitedly.

 He is already 10 years old and can see many things clearly.

Even though Aegon was the brother of the same mother, he took him to a brothel for enlightenment.

 But the other party is so unreliable that you can’t count on him at all.

If you want to hold your thigh, you have to find your eldest brother Rhaegar.

 …

 Red Castle, banquet hall.

Viserys was collecting the wine needed for the dinner, and commanding the servants to arrange the arrangements with a smile on his face.

     …

There was a rapid stamping sound of high-heeled shoes, with a menacing attitude.

  The voice reached his ears, and Viserys's smile froze.

 Turning around, he saw Allison in a green skirt striding down the stairs, her curly hair trembling slightly as she walked.

  It can be seen from her gloomy face that she is in a very bad mood.

"Allison, you should stay with Aegon." Viserys took the initiative.

Allison's eyes were full of sadness and anger, and he said excitedly: "You are the one who should accompany Aegon, and you are his father."

Viserys held his forehead: "Aegon is a man, not as fragile as you think."

 “What do you mean not so fragile!?”

Alison screamed angrily, looking like he was dancing, and said angrily: "It's all the fault of your good brother. He attacked Rhaegar before, and now he injured Aegon. You just indulge him like this?"

At this time, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked into the hall hand in hand, followed by a bunch of little tails.

 Helena, Aemond, Daeron.

 Aegon didn't come. I heard he was beaten and was lying on the bed recovering from his injuries.

Viserys glanced at the children who arrived, and reluctantly comforted his wife: "Daemon has changed. He is the governor of the Narrow Sea and is responsible for the Stepstone Islands."

"His responsibility is to hurt Aegon and his brother's child!" Allison refused to let him go and insisted on arguing for an explanation.

 A few days ago, Aegon was sent back to King's Landing by ship.

 When he returned to the Red Keep, his nose and face were swollen, and there were various bruises on his body.

 After asking the accompanying guards, I found out that he was beaten by his good uncle Damon on Bloodstone Island.

The reason is that Daemon mobilized the garrison on Bloodstone Island to attack the harassing pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.

Aegon delayed the attack, causing the pirates to flee.

In a rage, Daemon beat Aegon severely in front of everyone and hung him up in public.

 The bottom line for Alisson is a few children.

Dimon's move is simply teasing Allison's fragile nerves.

Thinking of Aegon's physical and mental humiliation, Allison couldn't help himself and must make Daemon pay the price.

 Viserys sighed helplessly, with a splitting headache.

Daemon sent him a letter, explaining that what Aegon had done in the past year was indeed contrary to the original intention of protecting the Stepstone Islands.

 In his mind, he has reconciled with his brother.

 Aegon made a mistake, and as his uncle, there was nothing wrong with Damon teaching him a lesson.

 (End of this chapter)

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