hotmtlnovel Chapter 208: New Title 'Young Dragonlord”
Chapter 208: New Title 'Young Dragonlord”
Chapter 208: New Title “Young Dragonlord”
Boom...
A torrent of dragonfire bombarded the Triarchy's warships, creating pillars of flame and thunderous explosions.
"Cannibal, attack that ship first!" Rhaegar commanded, his eyes cold and focused on the warship where the Triarchy commander stood. This warship had been the first to ram a cargo ship, and its pirates were now battling Cole and his men.
"Roar..."
Cannibal flapped its wings and flew towards the warship. The Triarchy commander, noticing the dragon's approach, shouted in terror, "No! Abandon ship!"
The dragon's power was no joke. A single breath of dragonfire could spell doom for everyone aboard.
Boom!
Cannibal glided over, spraying green dragonfire onto the warship, instantly igniting the mast and armor. The Triarchy commander barely had time to scream before he was engulfed in the flames, reduced to a charred corpse.
Below, Cole was locked in a fierce battle, his morningstar crushing pirate after pirate. Blood splattered over his head and face, but he fought on, driven by the need to atone for his sins. He had commanded the dozen cargo ships that served as bait, luring the Triarchy pirates into this trap.
Above, four dragons circled the pirate fleet, raining destruction on the ships.
"Hahaha, burn them all!" Aegon laughed wildly, amused by the carnage as he rode Sunfyre.
Having been idled in King's Landing and Grey Gallows Island, this first battle felt like a triumphant release for him.
"Aegon, maintain altitude and finish them quickly!" Rhaenys, flying on Meleys, admonished sternly.
After incinerating over ten ships, the pirates finally retaliated with scorpion crossbows. Steel-tipped bolts were launched skyward, targeting the dragons.
But their efforts were futile. One dragon might be vulnerable to a barrage of crossbow bolts, but four dragons were an insurmountable force. The scorpion crossbows were reloaded too slowly to match the dragons' onslaught, and the fleet was soon engulfed in flames.
Within minutes, the battle was over. The one-sided assault had obliterated thousands of pirates. Rhaegar, looking as composed as ever, shouted, "Quickly now, head to Bloodstone Island for support!"
"No problem!" Rhaenys responded, driving Meleys forward.
Aegon glanced at his brother, urging Sunfyre to unleash more dragonfire with greater speed. Laenor, equally agitated, rode Seasmoke alongside Sunfyre.
Rhaegar focused on methodically burning each pirate ship. A few days earlier, he had released the pirate ship with a plan in mind. By reorganizing the army and creating the illusion of an attack on Bloodstone Island, he had deliberately leaked information about the cargo ship carrying supplies, baiting the enemy into intercepting it. The Triarchy, encouraged by recent victories, had taken the bait.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com
Cole and his cargo ships had acted as bait, drawing in the bulk of the Triarchy's fleet. Rhaegar, Rhaenys, and the others had waited in ambush, their dragons ready to wreak havoc.
This was only the halfway point of their plan.
...
Bloodstone Island.
A fleet of over twenty ships approached, bearing flags adorned with three red dragons, seahorses, and purple grapes on a blue background.
"Attack!" Vaemond shouted as he donned his armor and gripped his scimitar.
The warships quickly reached the waters surrounding Bloodstone Island. As they stopped, small boats were lowered into the water, allowing soldiers to disembark and row to shore.
Bloodstone Island's fortifications had been rebuilt, but the patrolling pirates were surprised by the sudden attack and sounded their horns.
Thunk!
The cry stirred the crowd, and soon, the commanders joined in, their voices rising in unison.
"Young Dragonlord..."
"Young Dragonlord..."
The chants reverberated across the beach, reaching the ears of the soldiers who were clearing the battlefield. The call of "Young Dragonlord" spread like wildfire, passed from one soldier to another.
In an instant, the words "Young Dragonlord" echoed over Bloodstone Island, resonating for miles.
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Nightfall
At the top of a mountain on Bloodstone Island, Rhaegar sat on the edge of the cliff and gazed at the four dragons hovering over the island.
"Prince, the report on armaments and supplies is as follows: enough for the entire army for a year," Robb said, holding a detailed list of the island's inventory.
"Understood, Robb," Rhaegar replied, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Robb nodded and stood silently.
Rhaegar closed his eyes and lay down, feeling the salty sea breeze on his face. The slight furrow in his brow hinted at the thoughts weighing on his mind.
"Young Dragonlord..." he murmured, shaking his head with a slight smile.
He liked the title; it fit his status perfectly. But he didn't like the implications. The title "Young Dragonlord" was royal, much like his father, Viserys, was called "Young King". With his father still in his prime, Rhaegar felt it would be disrespectful to assume such a title now. In the wrong ears, it could be twisted into something malicious.
"I hope Father's heart is big enough to ignore petty whispers," Rhaegar sighed. He took comfort in the fact that his father had always shown him a special kind of love, a bond stronger than any title could strain.
Suddenly he heard strong, dull footsteps approaching.
"Prince, there is a letter from King's Landing, stamped with the seal of the Princess of Dragonstone," came Tormund's soft voice.
Rhaegar opened his eyes and turned around. The half giant Porus was standing at the edge of the cliff, carrying the pale Tormund on his shoulder.
Rhaegar laughed, "Tormund, you have quite the knack for finding a ride!"
"Porus is not a mount; Porus is Tormund's friend," the half-giant Poru replied, his voice dull but firm.
"Sorry, Porus," Rhaegar apologized, soothing the big man's feelings.
Tormund tapped Porus on the shoulder, signaling him to let him down.
He liked the big guy. It was good to keep him safe when he warged into the Falcon.
Tormund handed Rhaegar an unopened letter. Rhaegar took it, noting the red clay seal, and tore it open.
The seal bore Rhaenyra's mark, making it genuine. "Could it be that something has happened in King’s Landing again?" Rhaegar wondered anxiously as he began to read.
With the tumult of recent months, he had come to expect the worst from each letter. As he read the small script, his expression darkened.
"Envoy of Dorne... Union..." he read aloud softly, his voice dropping lower and lower as he squinted at the words. By the end, he had crushed the letter into a ball.