Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 635: Blood Dragon’s Wild Dance

Chapter 635: Blood Dragon’s Wild Dance

"Don't worry, there's always a place for us to shine," Aemon said with a grin, giving a playful shoulder bump.

Rhaena hastily looked down, trying to hide her emotions beneath her brow.

"The Small Council is not what worries me the most. After all, they are subject to the royal family." Rhaenyra rubbed her brow, a sense of loss in her voice. "Baelon is very brave, but it tears me apart to think of him—a mere child—going off to war."

She hadn't been able to sleep for the past few nights. Even in sleep, the cries of her child echoed in her ears, nearly crushing her heart.

"So, what are your thoughts?" Mysaria, the White Worm, leaned forward, her gaze locking onto Rhaenyra’s.

The queen is a woman, and women are naturally soft and afraid of war, her fears growing with each passing day as her child remained on the battlefield.

After a moment of contemplation, she spoke, "I think the continent of Essos is on the right track, and Rhaegar should be brought back to take charge."

"You can manage the overall situation, and only a little help is needed," Mysaria replied, frowning slightly.

"That's different," Rhaenyra murmured quietly. I always feel something big is about to happen, and the father of my child needs to be there, she thought, unable to shake her unease. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to soothe the tension in her brow.

Mysaria, still thoughtful, said, "If you've made a decision, I can send a raven to deliver the message for you."

The uncle and nephew who would dare to kill even gods were stationed on the continent of Essos, and the rebellion could not withstand the wrath of the Dragonfire. It seemed wise to withdraw in time.

"Fine, write the letter," Rhaenyra agreed, reaching for documents from a drawer to look them over. "Baelon’s fleet is cruising in The Summer Sea, and supplies must be transported from Lys and Tyrosh."

The two Free Cities lacked leadership, and their efficiency left much to be desired.

Mysaria finished writing and suggested, "Ravens aren't as fast as dragons, and no one can control the order."

Rhaenyra paused, glancing back at her two children. "You can’t leave King's Landing. Lys needs someone in charge."

"A member of the royal family settling in will give Prince Baelon peace of mind on the frontlines," Mysaria replied confidently.

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to speak but stopped, raising a hand to cover her lips. Who should I send?

Mysaria continued, analyzing the situation. "Prince Aegon is recovering from his injuries, Prince Aemond is missing, so the only person you can count on is the child you raised yourself."

"Send me," Aemon said without hesitation, his face uncharacteristically serious. Being able to deliver a message to his father and manage the rear for his brother was the task he had longed for.

"I can go too," Rhaena's voice came out as a whisper, barely audible. "I'm young, but I think I can make it across the Narrow Sea."

Mysaria glanced at Rhaena and responded solemnly, "The Prince's dragon can already handle itself."

Rhaena couldn't hide her disappointment as she passed, her heart heavy.

Rhaenyra reached out, her hands brushing the faces of her two children, her gaze gentle as a pool of still water. She examined every strand of hair, every pore with care.

"Go, both of you," she suddenly declared, pulling the children into a warm embrace and kissing each of them softly. "One of you will go to the other side of the Narrow Sea, and the other to The Eyrie in the Vale."

Rhaena looked up in surprise, her cheeks pressed gently against her mother's soft shoulder.

“You will go to The Eyrie and find Lady Jeyne,” Rhaenyra instructed, her delicate fingers pressing lightly on her daughter's arm. “Have her send troops from Gulltown to reinforce the battle at The Summer Sea.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” came the quick response.

Rhaenyra’s eyes misted over, but her resolve remained firm. “Right, let's get ready quickly,” she added softly, releasing her two children.

"He's still tidying up," Rhaegar replied.

Baela glanced at the sand table, covered with towns and markets occupied by the House on the continent of Essos. A surge of pride filled her. Compared to Daeron, who focused on rebuilding villages, deploying war elephants, and reclaiming water channels, she preferred invasion and conquest, carrying forward the glory of ancient Valyria.

"It seems you get along well," Rhaegar noted, in a good mood. He pulled down a flag and planted it in Pentos, muttering, "The Disputed Lands are impassable, not like the Valyrian roads in Pentos."

Baela observed him and asked, "Do you want a road that connects everything?" She could go to war and knew she was well-suited for command.

"Of course," Rhaegar said, smiling, "but not right now."

Baela was puzzled. "Come and see," Rhaegar beckoned, resting his fingers on the edge of the sand table where The Summer Sea lay. He couldn't help but groan. "My eldest son is here, having defeated the pirates of the Triarchy. A good boy, with some skill for warfare."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Baela ventured cautiously.

Compared to their difficult father, Baela and her sisters deeply respected their cousin, who always wore a smile. A smile was not a sign of weakness, just as a cold face was not a weapon. The former warmed hearts, the latter pierced them.

"It's a good things, but not everything is good," Rhaegar said, pointing at the Narrow Sea and then The Summer Sea. "The kingdom needs more land to conquer. Sothoryos is too barren."

As Rhaegar expected, after suppressing the rebellion, his eldest and second sons should have turned their focus to Essos, cultivating the fertile golden wilderness. But Baelon, not one to follow rules, had rushed into war against the Basilisk Isles. The war, which had just subsided, flared up again—this time shifting to The Summer Sea.

Baela, ever astute, asked bluntly, "Your Grace, what do you want me to do?"

Rhaegar smiled slightly, appreciating her directness. "Two things: First, go to The Eyrie in the Vale and ask Jeyne to send troops from Gulltown to defend against Braavos and Pentos. Second, drag Aemon out of his comfortable lair in King's Landing and position him to guard Tyrosh and Lys from the rear."

Baela listened carefully, then asked, "Am I staying?"

Tyrosh had a role for her, and it was better to be with her fiancé than continue patrolling the Forest of Qohor.

"As you wish," Rhaegar said, unconcerned. "But be careful on the road. I have a bad feeling about this." He paused, thinking of the bearded priests of Norvos and the nightmares by Dagger Lake. None of it boded well.

"Understood," Baela replied, her voice high with excitement. She barely caught her breath. "I will complete the mission."

With that, she strapped on her backpack and strode out the door.

Rhaegar watched her leave in silence, hoping in his heart that this reassignment would prove to be perfect.

...

Forest of Qohor.

"Roar!"

The young dragon soared into the air, its light green scales blending seamlessly with the dense forest below until it vanished into the vast wilderness.

"First stop, The Eyrie."

Baela pulled out a piece of parchment, carefully jotting down the route before slipping it back into her backpack with satisfaction. She was a meticulous person, always cautious, fearing she might miss even the smallest detail.

After finishing her tasks, she wanted to pull Aemon to her side. 'Let's see what Daemon has to say.'

"Roar!"

Moondancer, thrilled by the journey, snorted and picked up speed, blowing away the fallen leaves swirling around her.