hotmtlnovel Chapter 587: Five Thrones
Chapter 587: Five Thrones
Chapter 587: Five Thrones
The siblings left together, leaving Alicent standing in shock. The sight of her second son’s coldness and the distance between them pierced her fragile heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips trembled.
...
The Council Hall.
Helaena slowly pushed open the door, bathed in the soft light of evening. “Come in,” she whispered, stepping inside with ease. She paused, noticing the embroidery basket she had left in the corner, and settled down happily on the carpet to resume her work.
Aemond glanced around the room, curiosity in his voice as he asked, “Do you often have to deal with government affairs?” With their brother gone and Rhaenyra and Aegon each lost in their own pursuits, it seemed that only Helaena was shouldering any responsibility within the vast Red Keep.
“Yes,” Helaena replied casually, a shy smile playing on her lips. “I just sign the papers.”
“It’s not easy,” Aemond muttered, leaning against the doorframe, momentarily speechless.
Helaena, focused on her embroidery, whispered softly, “You have to go to the Smoking Sea.”
“Why?” Aemond crossed his arms, puzzled.
“To help him and carry on the legacy of our homeland,” Helaena answered seriously, her face set with determination. “To ward off the darkness and cold of the future.”
Aemond’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features. He was sensitive to such words—similar warnings had come from the maiden of the House of Aurion, who was rumored to be a fortune-teller. Shortly after that conversation, he had received a letter from Helaena.
After a moment of thought, he asked, “What is this thing you speak of?”
Helaena tilted her head, sensing his guardedness. Aemond shrugged, deliberately concealing his thoughts about the fortune-teller.
“Okay,” Helaena nodded slightly, though her eyes seemed distant. “I saw a disaster coming from the north.” Her voice grew quieter. “I can’t see clearly what it is... but the danger it brings is no less than that of the Doom.”
Aemond, now more concerned, pressed on, “What should I do?”
“I don’t know. What I saw was very vague.” Helaena lowered her head, her fingers moving more quickly as she focused on her embroidery.
“What else did you see?” Aemond asked, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice. With everything that had happened recently—the black goat, the descendants of Aurion, the divinations—even Helaena’s cryptic words added to the mounting pressure he felt.
“Many things,” Helaena murmured, her hand pausing as a sudden nervousness overtook her. She had intended to share these visions with her brother, but...
In Aemond’s startled and confused gaze, Helaena gently stroked her swollen belly and muttered, “He’s here, sitting on a wooden chair.”
“What?” Aemond’s single eye widened, though he struggled to remain calm. “You’re having a boy, aren’t you?”Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com
“Maybe,” Helaena replied softly, lowering her head and tightening her grip on the tapestry she was embroidering.
Aemond glanced down at her work and saw the image of a fierce black dragon with scarlet wings. Helaena grew more anxious, her face gradually paling as she trembled.
The siblings reacted differently to the unfolding tension. Aemond, transfixed by the sight, suddenly broke into a smile.
“My little nephew,” he whispered, a hint of pride and anticipation in his voice.
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Nightfall in Lys, at the Topless Tower.
Candlelight flickered in the dim room as Rhaegar sat at a round table in his bedroom, his mind entirely focused on the delicate task before him: the intricate carving of a necklace. The steady sound of the carving knife, swish, swish, swish, filled the air as silver-gray steel shavings fell away, the blade moving with increasingly precise strokes.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh~~” Visenya, unfazed, squirmed in her mother’s arms, searching for her bowl. She had been squished under the table for half an hour and was now hungry.
Rhaenyra chuckled, giving Rhaegar a playful kick. “I’ll let you off this time,” she teased before carrying her hungry daughter back to the bed. With a practiced motion, she unhooked the back of her dress. Soon, the quiet sound of Visenya nursing filled the room as time slipped by.
The night deepened, and Visenya eventually drifted into a peaceful sleep, curled up into a tiny ball.
“Shh!” Rhaegar gasped as he sat up, clutching his head in pain. His temples throbbed, each pulse feeling like an impending explosion.
“You’re awake,” Rhaenyra observed, approaching him with a cup of warm water, her dress still unfastened. The earlier chaos had sobered her somewhat, but Rhaegar remained groggy, his mind clouded.
“It’s nothing. First, take a look at these,” Rhaegar muttered, shaking his head as he pushed the Valyrian necklace aside, revealing a dragon-taming whip beneath it.
“Drink the water. It’s good for you,” Rhaenyra insisted, picking up the necklace. She noticed how it had undergone a complete transformation, both inside and out. Summoning a thread of fire magic from within her blood, she expertly channeled it into one of the pendants.
Hum...
A flicker of consciousness surged through Rhaenyra as she sensed a cramped space, no larger than three feet square.
Rhaegar gulped down the water and exhaled deeply. “Look closely,” he said, his voice weary but tinged with pride. “This might be the best work I’ll produce for years.”
His Spirit, once powerful enough to project several feet around him, was now depleted. The strain of his recent efforts had taken its toll, and his recovery felt as slow as a snail’s crawl.
Rhaenyra shot him a concerned glance before turning her attention back to the necklace. She explored the remaining two pendants in turn. The Meraxes pendant revealed a storage space of three feet square, while the final pendant, modeled after Vhagar, radiated a faint hum as she cautiously infused it with a wisp of fire magic.
Hum...
Her vision expanded, revealing a storage space three times larger than the others—a full three meters square.
“Rhaegar, this pendant...” Rhaenyra’s voice was filled with awe. She hadn’t expected such a dramatic difference in capacity.
Rhaegar smiled, clearly proud, though he attempted to downplay his achievement. “It’s probably comparable to Helaena’s space bracelet. I doubt I could make it any bigger.”
“Can I use it?” Rhaenyra asked, her excitement tempered by a hint of worry. The recent conflict with her brother before leaving King’s Landing weighed on her mind.
“Of course,” Rhaegar replied, leaning back in his chair. He glanced at her meaningfully. “I noticed you haven’t been wearing the old necklace lately.”
Rhaenyra sensed an underlying message in his words but chose not to address it directly. Silently, she removed her current necklace and replaced it with the new dragon pendant. “How does it look?” she asked.
“It’s beautiful,” Rhaegar said, momentarily lost in thought. Then, with a more serious expression, he pushed the dragon whip across the table toward her.
Rhaenyra eyed the whip with skepticism, giving Rhaegar a questioning look.
“I’m leaving this with you,” Rhaegar said, sitting up straighter as he regained his composure. “I’m heading to the Smoking Sea, and I need to ensure you and Baelon have something to protect you. Whether it’s this dragon necklace or the whip for taming dragons, I want you to be safe if something happens to me or if trouble arises in my absence.”
Rhaenyra hesitated, shaking her head. “I have the necklace. That’s enough.” She knew she couldn’t dissuade Rhaegar from his perilous journey, but she also couldn’t accept the dragon whip. He needed it more than she did.
“No,” Rhaegar insisted firmly. “The dragon whip has limited use for me. Don’t refuse it.”
Even if he didn’t leave it with Rhaenyra and Baelon, the dragon-taming tool needed to remain within the House. After the “Dragon Claw” incident, he wasn’t willing to lose another invaluable treasure.
Rhaenyra, torn between her emotions, finally took the dragon whip with a resolute expression. Rhaegar’s words had been so tinged with foreboding that she felt compelled to prepare for the worst.