GOT King of Dragon

The next day. 

As the first rays of morning sunlight bathed the Red Keep, the servants began their daily chores. 

After enjoying their customary breakfast of milk and bread, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra headed straight for the council chamber. 

On their way, neither servants nor knights dared to stop them; their path was unimpeded. 

When they entered the grand council chamber, they found it bustling with activity. 

King Viserys, in his thirties and with a beaming smile, was warmly conversing with several ministers. 

It was well-known that Viserys was a lenient and benevolent ruler. 

He greeted everyone with a broad smile, regardless of who they were. 

"Rhaenyra, we're discussing the royal hunt. You've come at the perfect time." 

Rhaenyra entered the chamber with a composed demeanor, immediately drawing Viserys's attention. He invited her to join the discussion. 

"Father, do you still remember me?" 

Rhaegar, holding his sister's hand, gazed at his father with a melancholic expression. 

"Oh, Rhaegar, why does your sister keep dragging you around like this?" 

Upon seeing the frail figure at the door, Viserys widened his eyes in surprise and quickly stood up. 

"Your Highness." 

As the king left his seat, the other ministers hurriedly rose as well, greeting Rhaegar with respect. 

After all, Rhaegar was still the king's eldest son. 

By birthright, he commanded the reverence of the council. 

If not for his frail health and the deep sleep that claimed him at birth, the position of heir would never have fallen to Rhaenyra. 

Scanning the gathered ministers, Rhaegar raised his hand, gesturing for them to dispense with formalities, and gave a warm smile. 

This scene momentarily stunned the ministers. 

It had to be said that in terms of appearance, Prince Rhaegar looked almost identical to King Viserys. 

Calm, kind... 

Holding her brother's hand, Rhaenyra spoke as they walked forward: "Yesterday was Rhaegar's birthday. None of us were there to celebrate, so he wanted to see his father." 

Viserys was visibly moved by her words. He walked briskly to the siblings, knelt down, and said, "I'm sorry, my son. As king, I'm always burdened with endless tasks. I hope you don't hold it against me." 

Looking his father in the eye, Rhaegar maintained his smile. Stealing a glance at Rhaenyra, who feigned indignation, he softly replied: 

"It's all right. How could I blame my king? As your son, I merely wish to see my father." 

If you're going to absolve yourself as a king, then I'll appeal to your conscience as a father. 

Sure enough, Viserys froze for a moment, guilt flashing across his face. 

Lowering his head slightly, he reached out to stroke Rhaegar's pale face, his expression complicated. "You've grown up. You remind me so much of your mother." 

"Perhaps, but all I hope for is that in my lifetime, Father will not forget me or cast me aside." 

Rhaegar's voice carried a trace of sadness, pressing further on the crack in Viserys's emotional armor. 

He was no longer a three-year-old child to be easily placated with a few kind words. 

At six years old, Rhaegar knew exactly what to say and the effect it would have. 

Viserys felt a tremor in his hand, his heart clenched as he took in his eldest son's gaunt, pale face. 

Taking a deep breath, Viserys stood up, lifted Rhaegar into his arms, and returned to the king's seat. 

Running a hand through Rhaegar's silvery hair, he asked, "You've never come to see me on your own before. As a father who has failed you, is there something I can do to make amends?" 

As he spoke, Viserys cast a discreet glance at Rhaenyra, trying to discern what the siblings were plotting. 

Rhaegar gently shook his head, leaning against his father's chest. "No." 

Say too much, and the hunter becomes the hunted. 

Viserys smiled, shifting his gaze to Rhaenyra. "I never realized you two have grown so close." 

"He's my brother, closer to me than Aegon," Rhaenyra retorted bluntly. 

Viserys's smile faltered, choosing not to engage with his sharp-tongued daughter. 

Turning back to his ministers, he regained his composure as a king and said steadily, "Rhaegar will be allowed to sit in on today's discussions. Where did we leave off?" 

"Just minor matters, Your Grace. There's no harm in the prince listening," said Lord Lyman Beesbury, the Master of Coin and Treasurer, in agreement. 

Rhaegar turned his gaze toward the speaker. 

He was an elderly man with a mix of black and white hair and a kindly appearance. 

Noticing Rhaegar's attention, Lyman gave him a friendly nod, seemingly easy to get along with. 

Rhaegar responded with a smile. 

The brief interaction passed quickly, and Ser Lyonel Strong, the Hand of the King, brought the discussion back on track. 

"Your Grace, the royal hunt is scheduled for two days from now. The itinerary and expenses…" 

The plump Hand of the King appeared unremarkable, but his attitude during work briefings was exceptionally serious and meticulous. He explained in detail everything required for the royal hunt in the Kingswood. 

When he finished speaking, Viserys pondered for a moment and agreed with the plan. 

Since the resignation of Otto Hightower, the Queen's father and former Hand of the King, Lord Lyonel had become King Viserys's most reliable advisor. 

Lord Lyonel was strict with himself, conducted his work without personal bias, and was greatly valued by Viserys. 

Rhaegar listened quietly to their discussion and then tugged on Viserys's arm, asking in a small voice, "The Kingswood hunt sounds amazing. Can I go?" 

He had never left the Red Keep since he was born. 

He desperately wanted to see the world outside. 

Viserys considered this, his expression troubled. 

His eldest son's health was too fragile. The journey to the Kingswood could very well endanger his life. 

Viserys turned to look at Rhaenyra, his eyes pleading for help. 

"I think Lord Lyonel's plan is excellent. I have no objections," Rhaenyra said, pretending not to notice, and continued her discussion with the ministers. 

As the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's father, Viserys, rarely gave her any decision-making authority, but it was still her duty to endorse and praise as a form of proper etiquette. 

Left without his daughter's assistance, Viserys hesitated awkwardly. Finally, he said, "I would love to take you to the Kingswood hunt, but…" 

"Aegon is going. Why can't I?" Rhaegar asked, feigning confusion. 

"Because of your health. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." 

"No, I want to go. My health is improving, and nothing will happen." 

Rhaegar was determined. "Even if there's some risk, I should still see the outside world. I don't want to be like a little bird trapped in a cage." 

"That's for your protection." 

Viserys's tone was stern, and he showed no signs of relenting. 

Rhaenyra chose this moment to speak up. "Our whole family will be going to the Kingswood hunt. We can't leave Rhaegar alone in the Red Keep." 

Viserys shot an annoyed look at Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra straightened her back and met his gaze, refusing to back down. 

While father and daughter were at odds, Rhaegar tugged on Viserys's sleeve, pleading pitifully, "Please, Father, I really want to go." 

"Oh, heavens, you're always putting me in difficult positions," Viserys groaned, banging his fist on the table. 

In the end, he yielded to his two children. 

"Fine, you can come to the Kingswood hunt, but you must promise me to behave and not run off with Rhaenyra." 

"No problem. I promise!" 

Rhaegar didn't hesitate for a second before agreeing. 

At that moment, a man rushed into the hall, speaking urgently. 

"Your Grace, we've received a plea for aid from the Stepstones. You may need to take a look at it!" 

Viserys was a man plagued by indecision. 

He greeted everyone with a smile, trying to appease them. 

He worked tirelessly to please everyone, yet he could never quench people's hunger for power. 

He could please no one. 

As Daemon once said, the only thing truly hurting him was his own weakness. 

Now, in this story, someone would protect Viserys. 

(End of Chapter)