evening.

The glutton circled around Dragonstone.

Riding on the back of the dragon, Rhaegar looked down and found several warships anchored on the coastline of Dragonstone.

"The royal fleet formed by Rhaenyra?"

He hadn't been to Dragonstone for a long time, and he vaguely remembered Rhaenyra mentioning forming a small fleet.

"Glutton, land!"

Without thinking much, Rhaegar gave the order.

Dragonstone is located in the throat, and the annual tax collected from passing ships is a huge fortune.

What's more, there is a town on the island with a large population and considerable tax revenue.

Rhaenyra can use this money to build a royal fleet, and the safety of King's Landing will be much higher.

The glutton descended slowly and landed in front of the gateway to Dragonstone.

As soon as they landed, the black stone gate opened and dozens of guards filed out.

The leader had black hair and a cold face.

Rhaegar glanced at him and saw the crest of the crowned stag on his breastplate.

"Are you Baratheon?"

Sitting in the saddle, Rhaegar looked down and asked.

"Jon Baratheon, from the Baratheon family on Dragonstone Island."

Jon knelt down on one knee and said in a strong voice: "Greetings, Your Highness!"

"I see, is Rhaenyra still on the island?"

Rega suddenly understood and stopped asking.

Large families have many branch families.

For example, the Arryn family in Seagull Town and the Royce family in the Gates of the Moon are common ways for large families to spread their branches.

"The princess is still on the island, and I have sent someone to report her."

Jon said.

"No need, I'll go directly to her."

Rhaegar climbed down the ladder and was about to enter the black stone gate.

"Wait, Prince."

Jon stretched out his hand to stop him and persuaded: "The princess has not allowed you to enter yet, please wait a moment."

Rhaegar was stunned, his eyes confused.

He pointed at his cheek and said with a smile: "See clearly who I am. I entered Dragonstone Island. Do I need to report it?"

Jon said with a straight face, "Anyone who wants to enter Dragonstone must obtain the princess's approval."

Hearing this, Lei Jia suppressed his smile and said displeasedly: "I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again!"

Her hand was on the hilt of the sword, ready to chop off his head at any moment.

Jon noticed Rhaegar's movements and took a deep breath: "Prince, anyone wants to..."

"Jon, shut up!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Rhaenyra's scolding came.

Jon turned his head and looked at the winding stairs behind the blackstone door.

Rhaenyra hurried over, followed by a squad of guards.

"Princess!"

Jon saluted respectfully.

Rhaenyla waved him off, came to Rhaegar, and apologized: "He is my newly appointed naval governor, and his personality is relatively rigid."

"Wow, Governor of the Navy, what a great name."

Rhaegar pretended to be exaggerated and said dissatisfied: "When will I need to report my visit to Dragonstone?"

"Don't be angry, he doesn't understand anything."

Rhaenyra was very apologetic and placed her small hand on the hand holding the hilt of his sword.

The dragon's claws were sharp and almost stained with blood.

She had walked out of the castle after hearing the neighing of the glutton.

As soon as they walked through the long stone steps, they saw the tense situation between the two sides.

"If anyone in King's Landing dares to do this to you, I will feed him to the dragon!"

Rhaegar looked Rhaenyra in the eyes and brushed her hand away.

Renela Nono was speechless and waved everyone away.

After a while, she suggested: "A new baby dragon has hatched in Longshan. Do you want to go and see it?"

"Let's go, we have to rush to Chaotou Island later."

Rhaegar said helplessly.

"Okay, the baby dragon is in the castle. It's very beautiful."

Rhaenyra smiled and pulled him inside.

Inside the castle, hall.

Three dragon eggs of different colors are placed in containers and placed on the table.

"Look, these are eggs laid by Syrax. I am choosing for Lanner's children."

Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled as she stroked the three dragon eggs one by one.

"Any two are fine."

Rhaegar answered perfunctorily, his eyes focused entirely on the little guy in his hand.

A young dragon the size of a house cat.

Rhaegar held the little guy in his hands and looked at it carefully.

It has golden vertical pupils, bright silver scales all over its body, a slender figure, and no horns and crown.

"Hiss..."

The baby dragon stretched its neck and neighed, flapping its wings and scurrying around in his arms.

Look at this appearance, he is really not afraid of life at all.

Rhaenyra noticed his expression and smiled: "Do you like this young dragon?"

"Of course, every young dragon is a Targaryen treasure."

Rhaegar said: "Looking at the color of its scales, it should look similar to Meraxes when it grows up."

"When it gets bigger, you take it back to the dragon's lair."

Rhaenyra reached out and wanted to tap the baby dragon's head, but was frightened away by the baby dragon's neighing.

"Be careful, the little guy has a bad temper." Rhaegar said nervously.

Rhaenyra pouted and said depressedly: "Give it a name?"

Rhaegar nodded and thought seriously.

As we all know, he is not very good at naming names.

The name Gluttonous was also a title given by the residents of Dragonstone.

Seeing that he remained silent, Rhaenyra suggested, "How about calling it Meraxes?"

Targaryens like to name dragons after gods from the mystery religions of the old Valyrian period.

Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar...

This is true for Colaxio and Syracuse.

"I don't like repeating other people's names."

Rhaegar refused decisively and said thoughtfully: "The color of its scales is bright silver, so it will be like a blizzard."

A bright silver dragon looks like it is accompanied by wind and snow.

"Blizzard...such an ordinary name."

Rhaenyra was speechless.

"Okay, let's take a look at your dragon egg."

Holding the baby dragon Blizzard in his arms, Rhaegar looked at the three dragon eggs.

From left to right, they are green, bronze, red with black markings.

"I plan to give these two away."

Rhaenyra pointed to the green and red-black eggs.

Rega asked curiously: "Have you chosen yet?"

"Yes."

Rhaenyra took out the bronze dragon eggs individually and said gently: "They are the children of Syracuse. I want to keep one I like and put it in my child's cradle."

Rhaegar was slightly startled and looked at Rhaenyra's profile.

At this moment, she exuded a strong maternal radiance.

"A good choice, I believe it can hatch a new Bronze Fury."

Rega smiled and placed the young dragon Blizzard on the bronze dragon egg.

Bronze is not green.

Rather, it leans toward gold.

Vomithor is known as the Wrath of Bronze, and its scales initially appear pale gold.

After years of precipitation, Wormisor's scales turned dark gold, making him a mighty and domineering dark gold dragon.

After selecting the dragon eggs, the Dragon Hunter took away the young dragon Blizzard and the reserved bronze dragon eggs.

It was getting late, and the siblings walked out of the castle and planned to go to Chaotou Island.

At dusk, clouds and mist drift in the sky, looking like maple leaves against the setting sun.

Walking on the long stone steps, the sea breeze blows on your face, and the moist air is mixed with a fishy and salty smell.

"Hiss..."

A high-pitched roar came from above the head, and a dragon shadow flashed in the clouds and mist.

Rhaegar raised his head and happened to see this scene.

Looking at the clouds, no dragon shadow appeared.

Without paying much attention, Rhaegar continued walking up the stairs.

call--

A strong wind blew from behind, causing Rhaegar's hair to dance wildly.

Turning around, a light gray dragon stood behind him, spreading its wings and looking at him.

"Gray Shadow!?"

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