GOT King of Dragon

Lost in thought, Allison felt a headache creeping in. She closed her eyes, silently lamenting. 

Time passed, and drowsiness overtook her. 

She slipped into a light, half-conscious slumber. 

*Knock, knock, knock…* 

Suddenly, a noise echoed in the room. 

Allison's headache worsened. Thinking it was just a mouse, she ignored it. 

The noise soon faded away. 

In her groggy state, Allison was on the verge of falling asleep. 

After what felt like an indeterminate amount of time, Allison suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. 

It was as though she were sitting beside a roaring fireplace; beads of sweat formed on her forehead. 

"So hot… and thirsty…" 

Parched and overheated, Allison, in her half-conscious state, reached toward the bedside table for her water glass. 

Her hand fumbled around, but she couldn't find the familiar glass in its usual spot. 

Instead, her fingers grazed a piece of fabric. 

She squeezed it. The fabric was light, and beneath it, she could feel soft flesh. 

"Fabric… soft flesh?" 

Allison's drowsy mind jolted awake. She opened her eyes and looked toward the side of her bed. 

In the dim light, she saw a figure dressed in a black robe, seemingly seated by her bedside. 

The figure held a coal lantern in one hand, the light dangling above her head. 

"Who are you?!" 

Panic surged through Allison, and she instinctively scooted backward, clutching the blanket tightly around her body. 

"It's me, Your Grace." 

The familiar voice replied as the figure lowered their hood and handed her a glass of water. "Here's your water." 

Hearing the youthful voice, Allison widened her eyes, squinting to make out the intruder's face. 

When she finally recognized the boy by her bed, she gasped in shock. "It's you, Rhaegar!" 

"Are you frightened, Your Grace?" 

Dressed in a black robe, Rhaegar looked calmly at his stepmother. 

Allison's expression immediately shifted, and she scolded him, "What are you doing in my room? You should be in bed at this hour!" 

For a fleeting moment, she had thought it was someone else sneaking into her room again, nearly scaring her to death. 

Rhaegar tilted his head, still holding the water glass. "Weren't you thirsty? Have a sip of water first." 

"No! I'm not thirsty at all! Get out of here this instant—do you hear me?!" 

Allison was furious, her voice sharp and unforgiving. 

"Ha, suit yourself." 

Rhaegar shook his head and set the glass down, his tone still polite. "I'll leave shortly. But before I go, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." 

"There's nothing to discuss! How did you get into my room? And where are the guards?!" 

Allison's only desire at that moment was to throw her stepson out of her room. 

Rhaegar chuckled softly and pointed to a wall in the adjacent sitting room. "Your room has a hidden passage, doesn't it? A little digging, and the information is easy to find." 

After the family banquet earlier, Rhaegar had sought out Cole to learn about recent events on Dragonstone. He'd discovered that the castle had several secret passages—one of which led directly to the queen's chambers. 

This detail seemed to confirm some of his suspicions. 

And so, he came that night. 

Following Rhaegar's gaze, Allison remembered the hidden passage that was in the process of being sealed. 

Her hands instinctively clenched the bed sheets, her eyes darting nervously. "What do you mean? What exactly do you want to say?" 

Rhaegar stared at her intently, sensing her unease and resistance. 

In a calm, story-like tone, he began, "I've just been wondering why my experiences taming dragons have always been fraught with so many obstacles." 

"Daemon bribed the dragonkeepers to spread false information, misleading me into heading to Dragonmount." 

"Before that, someone else provided me with similar intelligence, but they directed me to the eastern coast." 

Allison's expression shifted slightly, irritation flashing across her face. "That information came from me, shared with Rhaenyra. It's true that two young dragons had been spotted along the eastern coast. Sunfyre was found early on—I didn't lie." 

"As you say, the information about the eastern coast was accurate." 

Rhaegar sighed. "But at that time, Shadowwing appeared on Dragonmount instead. The dragon that was supposed to be there wasn't Cannibal but Silverwing, who was in a sensitive state after laying eggs." 

"Now, let me ask you this: could it be possible that someone, knowing I don't trust her, deliberately provided inconsequential information to lead me to Dragonmount?" 

Rhaegar's soft voice hung in the dimly lit room, tugging at Allison's already frazzled nerves.

Hearing this, Alicent's expression turned cold. She spoke in a chilling tone, "This is all your imagination. It was Daemon who framed you. I only wanted to mend my relationship with Rhaenyra. We were the best of sisters." 

"No problem. What you said makes perfect sense." 

Rhaegar nodded, neither confirming nor denying her words. 

He hadn't come tonight to settle scores. 

After all, there was no concrete evidence to accuse Her Majesty, the Queen. 

Everything was just his suspicion. 

Rhaegar lowered his head, placing the small portable brazier on the bed. He gently opened the lid. 

The glowing coals inside were exposed to the air, their vivid red light dispelling a corner of the room's darkness. 

At the same time, the light illuminated half of Rhaegar's face, which had been hidden in the shadows. 

"What are you doing?" 

Seeing this, Alicent recalled certain memories, and she couldn't help but grow tense. 

"Nothing. If you don't want water, then let's keep warm," Rhaegar said flatly, reaching out to grasp a piece of burning coal, calmly holding it in his hand. 

He raised this hand and held it between the two of them. 

The flames from the coal lit up the boundary between them. 

Rhaegar's expression was calm as he said in an indifferent tone, "Your Majesty, the Queen, did you know that my recent journey to the peninsula was far from peaceful? Many showed me disrespect, and they lost their lives to dragonfire." 

Alicent silently backed away, retreating all the way to the edge of the bed. Her beautiful face was now filled with fear. 

Rhaegar didn't approach her but continued speaking. "I don't know if you were involved in certain matters, but I hope you can let go of your prejudice against me. Whether you choose to ignore me or treat me indifferently is fine." 

"There's only one thing: do not harm me—or my father and my sister." 

As he spoke, Rhaegar raised his head, fixing his stepmother with an intense, unyielding gaze. 

*Snap.* 

His hand clenched shut, crushing the burning coal into fragments, which scattered onto the pristine bedspread. 

The fragments of coal instantly ignited the bedsheet. 

Alicent screamed in fear and hurriedly grabbed a pillow to smother the flames. 

Rhaegar didn't stop her. Instead, he picked up the water cup he had set down earlier and evenly poured the liquid over the burning embers, extinguishing them one by one. 

*Sizzle...* 

White smoke rose, shrouding Rhaegar's face in a hazy veil. His voice came softly through the smoke, "I hope you can keep some kindness in your heart, Your Majesty." 

"What exactly do you want? I haven't done anything! How many times do I have to say it?" 

The flames had deeply rattled Alicent, pushing her to the brink of collapse. She roared in anger. 

Rhaegar, seemingly unaffected, said calmly, "I believe what you've said, because you are my stepmother. You would protect the children under your care from harm. That includes Rhaenyra and me." 

"Of course! I'm the Queen, your father's wife. It's my responsibility," Alicent replied through gritted teeth, her face as dark as a storm cloud. 

"But you shouldn't be so disrespectful to your mother. Barging into my room and threatening me with fire—I'll tell your father everything exactly as it happened!" 

"Let him decide how to discipline a child who doesn't respect their elders!" 

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Rhaegar replied indifferently. He replaced the lid on the brazier, lifted it, and turned to leave. 

After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something. Turning back, he said with a faint smile, "Oh, by the way, Aegon is my brother. I treasure that bond of kinship." 

"I survived the assassination attempts through my own ability." 

"But he's still so young..." 

"Enough! Don't say another word!" 

Alicent interrupted him, her neck stiff with tension, her eyes reddened, and her teeth clenched. "I'll take care of my children—all of them!" 

"Very well, Mother." 

Rhaegar flashed an innocent smile, bowed respectfully, and seemed for a moment like a lovable child. 

Under his stepmother's hateful gaze, he carried the brazier and slowly left the bedroom. Opening the hidden passageway, he disappeared into the darkness. 

Alicent is a classic example of someone both pitiable and detestable. 

She is a victim of societal expectations and family obligations, standing in sharp contrast to Rhaenyra, who seeks to break free from conventions and rewrite the rules. 

Now, with Rhaegar's arrival, Alicent's once-dominant stance against Rhaenyra in the original narrative is set to crumble. 

(End of Chapter)