GOT King of Dragon

Under the watchful eyes of the siblings, Viserys offered his compensation: 

"After the heir ceremony concludes, I will retain your title as Princess of Dragonstone, and Dragonstone itself will remain your domain for the rest of your life." 

Rhaenyra listened quietly, holding Rhaegar in her arms like a doll. Her expression didn't change in the slightest. 

Viserys paused, his gaze flickering briefly over Rhaegar before he spoke again. 

"Rhaenyra, if you wish to pursue your previous choice, I will respect your decision and grant you priority." 

Rhaenyra looked down at Rhaegar's small face, then shook her head. "Not enough." 

Being Princess of Dragonstone and having Rhaegar by her side were already things she considered hers by right—they didn't count as compensation. 

She had other conditions in mind. 

"Perhaps you should state your conditions yourself, Rhaenyra." 

When his proposal failed to win his daughter's favor, Viserys did not become angry. Instead, he asked her in a softer tone. 

Rhaenyra glanced at her father, who was now trying to appease her. 

She understood clearly that her father was overcome with guilt toward her at this moment. 

This was the time to secure her future. 

Having lost her status as heir, she needed to seize this opportunity to demand guarantees for what lay ahead. 

Rhaenyra gently stroked her younger brother's face, which had turned red with emotion, and turned her attention to her father. With a calm but resolute tone, she said, "In addition to what you've offered, I want your promise that you will never interfere with my marriage—ever." 

Viserys furrowed his brows slightly. 

Leaving Rhaegar's future marriage as an option for Rhaenyra to decide was already a significant concession on his part. 

But Rhaenyra's condition—to have complete freedom in her own marriage—caught him off guard. 

"Father, Rhaenyra has already lost so much," Rhaegar said softly, his voice barely audible, as though he were speaking about something trivial. 

Taking away his sister's position as heir filled him with shame, and all he wanted was to fulfill her every wish. 

Viserys was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a laugh. 

Though his laughter sounded slightly forced, he still presented himself as magnanimous. 

He opened his mouth to reply, "..." 

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**Nightfall.** 

Rhaenyra sat at her dressing table in a silk nightgown, brushing her long silver hair. 

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she stared silently at her reflection in the mirror. 

*Knock, knock.* 

The door to her room was knocked on. Rhaenyra turned her head and said softly, "Come in." 

At this hour, there was only one person who might visit her. 

However, the door didn't move an inch. 

Puzzled, Rhaenyra stood up and walked toward it. 

She hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. 

"Is there something you need?" she asked, leaning her head lightly against the door. 

"..." 

Still silence. 

Rhaenyra turned the knob, intending to open the door. 

*Bang!* 

The door opened slightly before it was pushed shut again from the outside. 

Through the crack, Rhaenyra caught a glimpse of a white figure standing ten paces away, at the end of the corridor. 

It was Cole, who avoided her gaze and stepped aside. 

Seeing that there was no one else outside, Rhaenyra sighed and said, "Rhaegar, if you have something to say, come in and talk to me directly." 

"..." 

No response. 

Growing impatient, Rhaenyra said with a hint of irritation, "Rhaegar, if you don't say anything soon, I'm going to bed." 

Since leaving their father's chambers, Rhaegar hadn't spoken a word. 

He skipped both lunch and dinner. 

She had been waiting all evening for the little one to come to her. 

For the two of them to have a heartfelt conversation. 

*Creak.* 

The door was opened slightly from the outside, leaving a small gap. 

Rhaenyra stepped back half a step, watching the crack in the door but not moving further. 

*Roll... roll...* 

A coin tumbled through the gap, rolling unevenly into the room. 

Rhaenyra crouched down quickly and snatched it up. 

As soon as she looked up, two more coins rolled into the room. 

She hurriedly reached out to grab them. 

Holding all three coins, Rhaenyra examined them closely. 

These weren't Westerosi gold dragons. 

Nor were they coins from the Free Cities or Essos. 

On one side of the coin was an engraved number "1," while the other side depicted a high tower encircled by dragons. 

The tower was tall, soaring into the clouds, forming part of an imposing fortress. 

Fiddling with the coins, Rhaenyra called toward the door, "Where are these coins from? I've never seen them before." 

"They're relics from Old Valyria," came the voice from outside, low and somber. 

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Hearing the familiar voice, Rhaenyra smiled softly and reached out to push the door open. 

Bang— 

The door was closed from the outside again. 

A voice spoke, low and soft, "These three coins are my compensation to you." 

"Three antique coins…" 

Rhaenyra weighed the coins in her hand and said with a smile, "Not bad compensation. I'll accept it." 

Even though the coins were practically useless, she wanted to ease her younger brother's heart. 

"No! Three coins aren't worth anything." 

The voice grew agitated. "Father promised you three conditions as compensation, and so do I." 

"What are you planning to do?" Rhaenyra asked. 

"I don't yet have the power or wealth to make it up to you, but I'll grow up soon." 

"Keep these three coins safe. When I'm grown, I promise to fulfill three of your wishes." 

The words were simple and innocent, but the voice carried unwavering determination. 

Thinking about everything that had happened that day, Rhaenyra's face stiffened slightly, and she let out a soft sigh. 

She turned around and slid down against the door, sitting with her back to it. 

Holding the three coins in her hands, she couldn't help but fall into thought. 

The matter of replacing the heir to the throne was not something only she found difficult to accept. 

Aside from their father, who initiated the decision, there was her younger brother, who clung to her with attachment. 

Resting her head against the door, Rhaenyra closed her eyes gently and said, "I'll keep them safe." 

As she spoke, her thoughts drifted far away. 

She was a little afraid. 

Afraid that this matter would affect Rhaegar's growth. 

Compared to the tumultuous ups and downs of her teenage years, at least she had a decent childhood. 

A loving father and a strict mother had given her enough affection to heal her entire life. 

Her personality carried her father's weakness. 

At the same time, she possessed her mother's bravery and pride, inherited from the Arryn family of the Vale. 

But Rhaegar was not her. 

Rhaegar was born without a mother and had been tormented by illness since infancy. 

Viserys, terrified of experiencing the pain of losing his firstborn son, avoided seeing Rhaegar, depriving him of paternal love as well. 

It wasn't until half a year ago that things began to change. 

Rhaenyra had tried to make up for Rhaegar's lack of maternal love, caring for him in her role as his sister. 

Judging from how Rhaegar had protected her today, her efforts had clearly succeeded. 

They loved each other deeply. 

But! 

How were they supposed to face each other in the future? 

Rhaenyra worried that this incident would make Rhaegar become obsessive. 

The Targaryen madness, always lurking deep within each family member, waited for its moment to erupt. 

Rhaenyra fell silent, quietly pondering the future. 

Outside the door. 

A small body crouched on the ground, leaning against the door as well. 

He pressed his side against the door, listening intently to the breathing on the other side. 

At his feet lay scattered sapphires, ancient tomes, jewels, and even a treasured spatial bracelet. 

He had wanted to use these to make up for the hurt he had caused Rhaenyra. 

But clearly, none of it carried the weight of the three coins. 

His gaze darkened as he hugged his knees, muttering softly to himself, "Sister, I never desired the throne, but I'll sit firmly upon it." 

"Those who oppose me will not escape dragonfire." 

At last, his voice grew more resolute, carrying through the door to the other side. 

"My promise will always stand. Whatever you want, as long as I have it, it's yours!" 

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(End of chapter)