Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 501: Hatching Eggs or Taming Dragons?

Chapter 501: Hatching Eggs or Taming Dragons?

"Roar!"

As the cobalt blue dragon appeared, its vertical pupils cast a disdainful glance over the group of human cubs before letting out a piercing, violent roar.

"Brother, let's retreat!" Aemon's eyes widened in alarm as he pulled Baelon, ready to flee.

"Wait."

"Wait!"

Two voices shouted in unison, stopping Aemon's escape plan.

Frustrated, Aemon snapped, "Why don't you just run and wait for me to call the Trickster?"

If he could rely on his dragon, he would have already secured victory in Volantis and claimed a Free Cities title for himself, just as his uncle did once.

Baelon, not taking his eyes off the dragon, pulled his hand away and asked hesitantly, "Is it trying to scare us?"

"Really?" Aemon said in an incredulous tone.

Baelon scratched his head. "Not exactly."

"Then let's run!"

Aemon started to pull his brother away again.

Baela grabbed his collar and frowned. "Why are you running? This is Daeron's Tessarion."

Her shout was the first to stop Aemon in his tracks.

Aemon sniffed and looked more closely at the dragon.

Tessarion’s wings were a deep cobalt blue, with scales on its claws, horns, and belly gleaming like polished copper. The dragon was enormous, easily fifteen meters long and nearing adulthood.

Aemon stared in awe and muttered, "Huh. It really is our young uncle's dragon."

Baelon sighed in resignation. "It’s Daeron’s dragon."

Daeron, a bookish type, rarely made appearances and seldom traveled with his dragon. Tessarion lived deep within the Dragonpit, unseen.

Rhaena guided Maekar forward and asked, "Baelon, do you recognize Tessarion?"

"Not exactly," Baelon admitted, shaking his head. "It just feels oddly familiar."

Rhaena seemed to understand and redirected the conversation. "Let’s head into the Dragonpit. We don’t need to fear it."

The “it” referred to the proud dragon perched above.

Tessarion, with a reserved demeanor, moved with grace as it climbed out of the pit, its vertical pupils sparkling with intelligence. Aware of the human cubs' gaze, it rose with a powerful, deliberate climb, spreading its cobalt wings in a dramatic display.

"Roar!"

The long roar cut through the biting sea breeze.

Baelon looked up at the towering dragon and sighed. "It's so beautiful, it almost rivals Sunfyre."

"Tessarion is lazy, but it's beatifull indeed," Rhaena remarked with a smirk.

Aemon rolled his eyes. "It's a female dragon?"

"Who knows? It depends on whether it lays eggs or not," Baela replied, cutting off further discussion as she led her siblings toward the entrance of the makeshift Dragonpit.

The stone doors, weathered and mottled with age, were pushed open with considerable effort. The group squeezed through the narrow gap, making their way inside.

“Roar!”

“Roar...”

As he entered, two mournful roars echoed, followed by the harsh sound of wings flapping.

Baela’s face tightened with concern at the commotion. “Moondancer!”

The hall was dimly lit, overrun with nuisance moss, and the shadows of two dragons moved restlessly.

“Roar!”

One dragon shadow landed in the center of the hall with a distinct thud. The dragon, adorned with green scales, a pearly crown of horns, and striking wing membranes dotted like a butterfly’s wings, was Moondancer. A deep gash marred its neck, blood dripping steadily.

Baelon and Maekar crouched down, reaching out to feel Morning’s scales. The familiar dragon nestled into Rhaena's arms, accepting their touch without protest.

After a long while, Rhaena sat on the ground and asked, "Baelon, has your dragon egg hatched yet?"

She and her sister’s dragon eggs had broken their shells when they were six years old.

Baelon rested his cheek on one hand and replied honestly, "No, it’s still like a stone egg."

His dragon egg, with its bronze scales, had been laid by Syrax. Unfortunately, it had shown no signs of hatching.

Rhaena hesitated before asking, "Have you considered taming a dragon?"

"Yes!" Baelon answered firmly.

Rhaena became more interested and continued, "Do you plan to tame one of the young dragons in the Dragonpit at King's Landing or a masterless dragon? For instance, Ser Laenor's Seasmoke still roams around the Sea of Dorne. Seasmoke is an adult dragon like Syrax and Sunfyre. What do you think?"

"Uh..." Baelon hesitated, trying to find the right words.

Maekar, crouched on the ground and drawing circles with her little hands, muttered under her breath, "Brother wants a dragon, an adult dragon!"

"Maekar!" Baelon couldn't help but lose his stoic composure, as if his little secret had been revealed.

Maekar looked away, then turned back with a low voice, "It's not like your thoughts are hard to guess."

He continued drawing circles on the ground, leaving Baelon with his small back hunched over, a basket on his back. Inside the basket was his dark red dragon egg.

Rhaena snickered and fiddled with Maekar’s basket, asking, "Baelon, why didn’t you get a carrier for your own dragon egg?"

She and her sister had found that dragon eggs seemed to hatch faster when exposed to people for long periods. They used to carry their dragon eggs everywhere.

Baelon’s expression became unnatural as he covered his face. "My dragon egg... I left it in my bedroom."

Maekar turned to his brother and gazed at him quietly.

Baelon met his gaze, clenching his small fists in frustration.

Maekar bristled and turned away, annoyed.

The two brothers were not entirely honest. Aemon was a natural liar, much like his dragon. Baelon, though generally honest, often told foolish lies and got irritated when caught.

"I want a sister, a sister is good," Maekar said in a dark voice.

...

High Tide, Guest Residence

Helaena was assigned a room with a view of the sunrise and now sat on the balcony, her knees pulled up to her chin as she gazed out at the scenery.

Unable to ride her dragon at this time, she found solace in the outside view.

Knock knock!

A knock sounded at the door.

Helaena's ears twitched slightly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Brother, come in," she called softly.

Squeak—

Rhaegar entered, smiling. "Are your ears that good?"

"I just recognize your footsteps," Helaena replied, turning her head slightly. Her long, silky hair cascaded down as she gazed warmly at him.

Rhaegar closed the door behind him and walked over to the balcony.

"Is sister resting?" Helaena asked playfully.

"Coaxing a child is exhausting," Rhaegar nodded, then chuckled. "Why do you look like you're up to something sneaky?"

Helaena's expression froze in surprise. "Do I?"

Before she could respond further, a pair of small hands encircled Rhaegar's waist.

Rhaegar sighed, allowing her to hold him.

Rhaenyra had always known about their close bond and hadn't stopped it.

The two siblings were only one formal ceremony away from cementing their relationship. It should have taken place long ago, but was delayed by complications in the Vale.