GOT King of Dragon

Today's grand assembly was a carefully planned demonstration by Viserys after much deliberation. 

Since the battle at the Stepstones, the royal family's prestige had been waning. 

With the succession in question, it was time for the Targaryen dragons to once again remind the noble houses of their might. 

As the king spoke, many nobles quickly grasped his intent. 

Some gazed skyward, fixing their eyes on the pitch-black dragon circling above. 

The dragon's neck bore leather straps that connected to a saddle. 

Seated atop the saddle was a diminutive figure, barely noticeable compared to the immense dragon, commanding the fearsome beast beneath him. 

"Gluttonous One, *Dracarys*!" 

Rhaegar tightened his grip on the reins, scanning the restless crowd below as he uttered the High Valyrian command. 

"Hssss…" 

Sensing its rider's emotions, the Gluttonous One unleashed a torrent of green flames, cutting a swath across the sky. 

To the crowd below, it seemed as though the dragon's fire was endless. 

In an instant, the black dragon plunged into the fiery expanse it had created, with the small figure on its back disappearing into the blaze. 

"Hssss…" 

Amidst the ear-splitting screeches, the black dragon twisted and turned within the flames like a sea monster churning the ocean depths. 

What shocked the onlookers most was that the figure on the dragon's back emerged entirely unharmed. 

Rhaegar remained steady in the saddle, the dragonfire as harmless to him as mist. 

His dragonrider's attire, specially treated for such occasions, was untouched by the inferno. 

If they were going to make a display, they would make it unforgettable. 

"Land, Gluttonous One." 

As the flames dissipated, revealing the dragon's raw power, Rhaegar softly issued the command. 

The Gluttonous One knew exactly how to showcase its terrifying presence. 

Its green, slit-pupil eyes glared down at the crowd below, flashing with a mischievous, almost human-like mockery. 

It adjusted its flight, angling downward in a dive. 

This was no young dragon like Syrax, merely past its infancy. 

With its massive size, the wind it stirred felt like a tempest, strong enough to overturn a chariot. 

The crowd watched the black dragon plummet toward them, their expressions betraying their unease. 

Many glanced nervously at the king. 

A dragon of this size diving toward them was beyond a matter of embarrassment—it was a matter of survival. 

As the Gluttonous One dove over the Red Keep, the winds stirred by its wings reached the royal gardens. 

"Hssss…" 

Abruptly, it broke off its dive, veering upward with a mocking screech. 

It slowed its speed gradually, descending toward the garden's open grounds. 

*Boom!* 

Fortunately, the garden was spacious enough to accommodate the Gluttonous One's immense form. 

The ground erupted in a cloud of dust as the dragon landed behind the pavilion. 

Its size dwarfed Syrax's. 

Standing on its hind legs, the dragon made the pavilion look like a mouse before a cat, barely noticeable between its claws. 

The Gluttonous One's proud, towering head rose nearly as high as the nearby tower, glaring contemptuously at the crowd below, as though they were mere ants. 

Its appearance was malevolent and terrifying. 

Many nobles instinctively stepped back, unable to suppress their fear. 

Their terror deepened when their eyes fell on the figure riding the dragon: a boy not yet ten years old. 

The sight of a child commanding a fully grown dragon capable of annihilating entire towns felt like a blade pressed against their necks, ready to strike at any moment. 

From the dragon's back, Rhaegar gazed into the distance, his expression unreadable. 

"Hssss…" 

The Gluttonous One let out a thunderous roar, spewing green flames into the sky. 

The air itself seemed to heat under the dragon's fiery breath. 

The coolness of winter was replaced by a stifling heat, like the height of summer, leaving the crowd drenched in sweat. 

"Alright, set me down now, Gluttonous One." 

Just as the nobles felt their hearts in their throats, Rhaegar's young voice broke the tension, calling off the dragon's display. 

"Hssss…" 

The Gluttonous One ceased its fire, folding its wings and obediently crouching low to the ground. 

The oppressive heat wasn't limited to the nobles—the king himself, sitting in the pavilion, wiped sweat from his brow. 

Despite his discomfort, Viserys could barely hide his delight. He raised his voice, saying, "Rhaegar, let the lords have a proper look at you." 

"Yes, Father." 

Rhaegar had been waiting for this moment. He responded swiftly, rising from the saddle. 

He hadn't bothered securing himself with chains. 

The bond between him and the Gluttonous One was deep enough for the dragon to ensure his safety without them. 

Were it not for comfort, even the saddle would have been unnecessary. 

Under the watchful eyes of the gathered nobles, Rhaegar avoided the typical way of dismounting a dragon. 

Instead, he used the soft ladder attached to the leather straps around the Gluttonous One's neck, allowing for an elegant descent. 

With a thud, Rhaegar landed on the ground. 

**He entered from behind the pavilion, stepping into everyone's view.** 

He wore a sleek dragon-rider suit resembling dragon scales, with a clean, fair face, and the distinctive silver hair and violet eyes of Valyrian heritage. 

The stark contrast between him and the terrifying black dragon outside the pavilion was striking. 

Viserys withdrew his arm from Alicent's embrace, took Rhaegar's small hand, and faced the gathered nobles with his chest puffed out, pride radiating from his expression. 

He declared loudly, "Lords and ladies, feast your eyes on your future ruler, the kingdom's new heir!" 

Under the oppressive presence of two mighty dragons, the nobles knew better than to protest. 

Thunderous applause erupted. 

**Clap, clap, clap...** 

After a round of clapping and cheering, Viserys raised his hand to silence the diverse expressions among the nobles. 

He patted Rhaegar on the shoulder and encouraged him, saying, "Go, Rhaegar, help Rhaenyra dismount from her dragon." 

Rhaegar glanced back at Rhaenyra, who remained seated proudly on her saddle, and nodded. "Of course." 

On such an occasion, Rhaenyra wouldn't dismount on her own—she had to maintain her dignity. 

Rhaegar stepped forward, one step at a time, toward Syrax, keeping his eyes on Rhaenyra's profile. 

Since her landing, Rhaenyra's gaze had been fixed on the vast sea beyond the wall. 

The crowd below was no longer her vassals; they merely sought to revel in her disgrace. 

When Rhaegar reached Syrax's neck, he calmed the restless, curious golden dragon. 

Then, slowly, he knelt on one knee. 

In a gentle voice, he called out, "Rhaenyra, I've come to help you down." 

Rhaenyra turned her head, gazing down at Rhaegar with a calm expression. 

After a moment, Rhaenyra unclasped the chain around her waist, rose, and climbed down the ladder from the saddle. 

She approached Rhaegar, extending her hand. 

Rhaegar took her hand, kissed the back of it lightly, and whispered, "Thank you, sister." 

"Rise, brother." 

Rhaenyra pulled Rhaegar up by the hand, then walked gracefully toward the pavilion, hand in hand with him. 

Despite their difference in height, the siblings matched their steps, moving forward in unison. 

When they reached the pavilion, Rhaenyra bowed respectfully to Viserys and Alicent. 

Then, bypassing Laenor, who was about to speak, she took the lead. 

She swept her gaze across the crowd, her face breaking into a smile as her voice rang out powerfully: 

"Lords and ladies, I appreciate your effort in attending today's heir-changing assembly." 

"And now, before you all—" 

"I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Viserys I, Princess of Dragonstone, and heir to the Iron Throne…" 

"Hereby announce my resignation as the former heir, passing this right to my brother, Rhaegar, and solemnly swear to dedicate my life to supporting him. Together, we will usher in a new era for House Targaryen!" 

With that, Rhaenyra, brimming with confidence, raised Rhaegar's hand high. 

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(End of Chapter)