hotmtlnovel Chapter 66: Dance of the Dragons
Chapter 66: Dance of the Dragons
Chapter 66: Dance of the Dragons
As expected, Rhaegar was awakened from his sleep by a familiar nightmare.
Unlike before, he did not wake with a scream, but opened his eyes with a blank stare.
"Dragons surrounded me, and the Cannibal..." His murmur faded, lost in the remnants of his dream.
As a dreamer, the vivid images lingered, refusing to leave his mind.
"Hmm...hmm..." A soft moan broke the silence, reaching Rhaegar's ears from beside him.
Turning his gaze to the source, Rhaegar found Rhaenyra, the only other occupant of the room, in the throes of discomfort.
The distraught Rhaenyra was oblivious to his gaze, her moans revealing that she was in severe pain.
"What is it, sister?" Rhaegar's concern spurred him to action as he approached her side to assess her condition.
Bathed in the moonlight, Rhaegar saw Rhaenyra's face contorted with pain.
Her once beautiful features were now pale, her eyebrows furrowed, and beads of cold sweat adorned her forehead.
Rhaegar had read several volumes of Herbology, so he could tell immediately that Rhaenyra was unwell.
"Rhaenyra, do you have a fever?" he asked, gently pressing his palm to her forehead to check her temperature.
"Handmaiden, quickly! My sister needs help!" Rhaegar hurriedly summoned Rhaenyra's handmaiden, who promptly entered the room and lit a candle to examine Rhaenyra's condition.
"The princess's fever is alarmingly high. I will fetch the Maester," the handmaiden exclaimed, her concern evident as she hurried to seek medical assistance.
The Maester arrived quickly and took Rhaenyra's temperature before hurrying off to prepare some remedies.
In the midst of her discomfort, Rhaenyra stirred from her slumber, her eyes opening in pain.
Rhaegar, watching her distress, tried to soothe her forehead with a damp cloth, but Rhaenyra turned her head away, unable to bear the sensation.
With trembling lips, Rhaenyra struggled to communicate, her throat sore and inflamed.
Leaning closer, Rhaegar strained to hear her words. "What is it?" he asked anxiously.
"It hurts... my stomach..." Rhaenyra managed to whisper, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched her stomach in pain.
Perplexed by his sister's illness, Rhaegar was concerned.
"Hang on, the Maester will be here soon," he reassured her, warming his hand and applying gentle pressure to her belly under the blankets, hoping to provide some relief.
As Rhaegar reached for the basin of water, a shiver ran through him, the unexpected coldness startled him and Rhaenyra alike.
"Your Grace, the Maester has arrived," the maid announced, returning promptly with the elderly healer, who entered the room dressed in his customary robes and carrying a medicine bag.
The battle escalated, and the three dragons went from spitting flames to melee, their forms intertwining in a fierce dance.
Even from a distance, Rhaegar could sense the Cannibal's fury.
"Hang on, I'm coming to help," Rhaegar said, looking away from the window with determination.
As he made his way across the room, Rhaenyra's faint voice reached his ears.
"Rhaegar, what's happening?"
Trying to comfort her, Rhaegar replied softly, "The Cannibal was upset about something, I want to calm him down."
Rhaenyra struggled to keep her eyes open as she lay on the bed, her voice strained with urgency. "Do not deceive me. I heard the sound of dragons fighting."
"It's nothing serious, I'll go calm Cannibal and return shortly," Rhaegar assured her, wiping the sweat from her brow as he spoke.
Unexpectedly, Rhaenyra grabbed his wrist, her voice shaking. "Please don't go. Dragon battles are dangerous, and you're too young."
"I am no longer a child; I am a Dragon Rider now," Rhaegar countered firmly, pulling his hand from her grasp. "My bond with the Dragon obliges me to fight by its side."
"You mean more to me than any dragon," Rhaenyra protested weakly, her reluctance obvious.
Rhaegar met her gaze with unflinching determination. "The dragon is as important to me as I am to myself."
With a kiss on her forehead, Rhaegar turned to leave. He was bound to Cannibal as her knight, and he could not ignore the danger. To retreat would betray their bond and abandon him.
The noise of the dragon battle echoed throughout the castle, rousing everyone from their slumber.
Viserys rose early as well, dressing hastily and retiring to his chambers under the watchful eye of his guards. The corridors were swarming with guards, their tense demeanor reflecting the gravity of the situation.
The sight of three dragons engaged in battle on the outskirts of the castle would unsettle even the bravest of souls.
Eager to aid Cannibal, Rhaegar evaded the guards and slipped out of the castle through a side staircase.
In the distance, the aerial skirmish raged on as Cannibal battled the coordinated attack of Vermithor and Silverwing.
Cannibal was at a disadvantage from the start, pinned down by the synchronized attacks of his opponents.
The coordination between Vermithor and Silverwing, honed over years of partnership, left Cannibal with little room to react.
Their combined assault, golden and orange flames intertwined in a deadly dance, left Cannibal no choice but to endure the attack, his massive body unable to dodge each blast.
Vermithor and Silverwing maintained their dominance of the skies, their coordinated attacks forcing Cannibal to retreat.
Despite his size, Cannibal's retaliation with his green dragon flame had remarkable power and range, serving as his only means of counterattack.