GOT King of Dragon

**At the same time, Dragonstone.** 

Under the dim night sky, a graceful figure slipped out of the castle, stealthily looking around as she moved. 

Cautiously, she made her way to the beach. 

Compared to a few days ago, the landscape had changed—spears were thrust into the tidal shallows, forming an eerie new scene. 

By the faint moonlight, the grotesque heads impaled on the spears could barely be made out. 

Among them were Dragon Guards, dragon handlers, and soldiers… 

The figure glanced briefly at the gruesome display before heading to a secluded part of the shore. 

There, a small boat awaited. 

Standing beside it was Robert, who quickly approached when he saw the figure from afar. "Princess, the ship is ready, but you…" 

"I know what I'm doing, Lord Robert," the figure interrupted him, the moonlight revealing the weary face of Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra stepped into the boat, her expression resolute. "Rhaegar has been missing for days, and my father hasn't found any trace of him. I must return to King's Landing to find my dragon." 

"Princess, Prince Rhaegar is accompanied by his dragon. Things may not be as dire as they seem," Robert tried to persuade her. 

Rhaenyra shook her head and sighed. "I've waited long enough." 

With that, she gestured for the sailors to push the boat into the sea and row toward the larger ship waiting offshore. 

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**Meanwhile, inside the castle.** 

Viserys lay on his side in bed, sound asleep. 

Suddenly, his calm expression shifted—his brow furrowed, and his lips moved slightly. 

He was dreaming. 

In his dream, a great fire rose from King's Landing, spreading in all directions. 

In an instant, it engulfed the Seven Kingdoms. 

Amidst the blazing flames, the silhouette of a young man appeared. 

The youth rode a massive, jet-black dragon, his silver-gold hair flowing as he wielded a sword and spear. 

Countless enemies surged toward them. 

Yet, none could withstand even a single blow from the young man. 

They either perished in dragonfire or fell beneath blade and spear. 

In the baptism of blood and fire, the youth donned a pitch-black crown. 

Viserys recognized it at once—it was the very crown worn by Aegon the Conqueror at his coronation. 

The flames continued to rage. 

The youth's face grew clearer. 

Viserys squinted, desperately trying to see him more clearly. 

Finally, a familiar face came into view—one he knew well. 

"Rhaegar!…" 

Viserys involuntarily cried out. 

**Thud!** 

He sat bolt upright in bed, startled awake by his own voice. 

Panting heavily, sweat beaded on his forehead. 

"Rhaegar—it must be Rhaegar!" 

It took Viserys a long moment to recover from the dream, recalling every detail. 

He could not mistake the face—it was his eldest son, Rhaegar Targaryen. 

At that moment, he remembered. 

The only remaining black dragon in the realm was Devourer, the wild king of dragons ridden by his son. 

Viserys's gaze grew distant as he groped for the wine glass and bottle by his bedside. 

Taking a deep draught, he calmed his turbulent emotions. 

**Knock, knock…** 

A knock came at the door, followed by the voice of Harold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. 

"Your Grace, are you awake?" 

Viserys wiped the sweat from his brow and replied tiredly, "Yes, it was only a dream." 

**Creak—** 

The door opened, and Harold entered, concern etched on his face. "Your Grace, your sleep has not been restful lately." 

"It doesn't matter—this dream was different." 

Viserys sipped his wine, a strange light glinting in his eyes. "This was the dream I've sought for so long. I've finally found it." 

Though his voice carried fatigue, excitement and fervor overshadowed it. 

Harold frowned in confusion but remained silent as Viserys continued: 

"Ser, prepare a grand feast. I have a premonition—my child is coming home." 

"Your Grace, Prince Rhaegar's whereabouts are still unknown. A feast might be premature," Harold urged cautiously. 

Viserys's expression darkened, his tone firm. "No! My child has returned. He is the Prince That Was Promised, born of blood and fire." 

"Your Grace…" 

Harold hesitated, unsure what to say. 

To him, the king seemed consumed by his longing, perhaps even delusional. 

Viserys, however, dismissed the matter and changed the subject. "How goes the investigation?"

"The dragon keepers and dragon guards on the island conducted a thorough purge. Several hidden passageways were discovered within the castle, showing signs of recent activity," Harold reported.

At this point, Harold hesitated, his face uncertain. "One of the passageways leads directly to the queen's bedroom."

"Alicent?" 

Viserys's expression froze for a moment before he continued, "Are you suspecting the queen of being involved in the plot to murder Rhaegar?"

"We can't rule out the possibility. Without concrete evidence, no conclusions can be drawn," Harold replied objectively.

Hearing this, Viserys closed his eyes. His expression was unreadable, as though he were suppressing his emotions. 

After a long pause, he opened his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Secretly monitor Alicent's every move. If there's even the slightest clue, report to me immediately." 

"Yes, Your Grace," Harold responded with a nod. 

Just as he was about to leave, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Robert's voice. 

"Your Grace, the princess has slipped out of the castle and boarded a ship back to King's Landing." 

"Outrageous! Who gave her the audacity to defy my orders?" 

Viserys roared in anger, cursing, "Inform the maester to send a raven! The moment Rhaenyra shows up in King's Landing, she's to be placed under house arrest!" 

"Understood, Your Grace," Robert replied, his voice trembling. 

Terrified, Robert backed away from the door, shivering as he retreated to a safer distance. 

That was all he could do. 

Both sides fulfilled their duties, yet both endured frustration. 

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The next morning at dawn. 

As the light of dawn broke through, Rhaegar was curled up on the large bed, only to be awakened by the sound of the system notification. 

"This exploration is complete. Please retrieve the lost treasure." 

Startled awake, Rhaegar sat up abruptly, his eyes dazed. 

Underneath him was a red lacquered mask. 

"Exploration completed..." Rhaegar mumbled groggily as he summoned the system interface. 

**[Cursed Mask of the Shadow Child]** 

**Exploration Progress: 100%** 

Seeing the small text, Rhaegar immediately perked up, recalling the battle that had taken place the night before. 

He had discovered the method to kill the shadow monster: 

Using the head of the Shadow Binder to complete the body of the Headless Shade and defeating it with the token mask. 

Glancing down at the bed, he noticed, besides the red lacquered mask, a purple glow. 

Rhaegar rubbed his face, forcing a smile, and reached out to pierce the glowing orb with his finger. 

"Relic successfully retrieved. Analyzing..." 

"Analysis complete. Classified as an Epic Relic: Blessing of the Lord of Light." 

With a clang, a black iron medallion engraved with a flaming red heart dropped out. 

Rhaegar picked up the medallion and studied it carefully. 

"A blessing-type relic, similar to the Blessing of the White Hart?" 

He murmured softly and examined the text prompt on the medallion: 

*"The power of the divine lies dormant within. Do not underestimate it, for it will reveal miracles in your time of need."* 

After silently reading the description, Rhaegar carefully stored the medallion. 

It was clear that the medallion wasn't meant to be used yet. 

Perhaps, in the future, there would be an opportunity to trigger its effects. 

"Time to get up..." 

Muttering to himself, Rhaegar got dressed. 

The shadow monster had been dealt with. 

His adventure on the peninsula had come to an end, and it was time to return to Dragonstone to reunite with his family. 

**The peninsula storyline has officially concluded. Returning to the main plotline.** 

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*(End of Chapter)*