Chapter 518 The birth of a new dragon

 Melisandre's room is always lit.

 The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, dispelling the chill of the late winter night.

The red-robed witch closed her eyes and sat in front of the flames. She spread her hands on her knees and held a blood-red eyeball in each palm.

The flames made a faint crackling sound, as if they were whispering something.

Melisandre's brows frowned more and more, and finally she opened her eyes helplessly and looked back at the king sitting at the table:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't see anything unusual about these eyes. To me, they are no different from ordinary people's eyes."

 Samwell nodded silently upon hearing this, seemingly not surprised or disappointed by the result.

Melisandre stood up slowly, came to the table, lowered her eyes, and asked:

“Your Majesty, did the Three-Eyed Crow tell you the function of these eyes?”

 Samwell shook his head:

“That kid didn’t want to say anything. He only said that I would understand when the time comes.”

Melisandre said thoughtfully:

 “He is afraid.”

"Fear?"

"Yes." Melisandre lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of being overheard, "There are enemies lurking in the darkness, they are lingering around like a mist, and for some important information, it is like a shark smelling blood. Sensitive. Therefore, the Three-Eyed Crow does not dare to speak too clearly about some things."

"Maybe." Samwell sighed noncommittally and closed his eyes again, "No matter if he is friend or foe, no matter what he is planning, no matter what he is afraid of, I will never do it again. Get that kid out of my sight."

 “You want to take him to the front?”

"right."

 “Do you need me to accompany you to the front line?”

"No need." Samwell thought for a while and then refused the witch's company. "You should stay in King's Landing. There must be no chaos in the Red Keep."

 “Yes, Your Majesty.”

 When he left the witch's room, a flash of fish belly white appeared on the eastern skyline.

 Dawn is approaching.

Samwell was about to go to the restaurant to eat something, but when he passed Daenerys' room, he suddenly stopped.

 He didn't knock on the door, he just pushed the door open and entered.

 Passing through the living room and entering the back bedroom, Daenerys had not yet woken up. In her sleep, she was like a quiet kitten.

Samwell did not step forward, but turned around and walked into the nursery next door.

 In the carved cradle, his daughter Rhaenys was lying.

The little girl was also fast asleep, but her round face was covered with beads of sweat, and her skin became red, as if she was in a furnace.

 Seeing this situation, Samwell was not worried.

 Because Rhaenys, as a descendant of him and Daenerys, has perfectly inherited the talent of [The Unburnt], this heat will not hurt her at all.

And he knew that the source of this heat was the silver dragon egg that Rhaenys never forgot to hold in her arms while sleeping.

At this time, the scale-like patterns on the surface of the dragon egg are emitting green smoke, as if it has been steamed.

 A fiery red light spot appeared on the tip of the eggshell, and expanded slowly but surely, as if something was about to erupt from it.

 Is it going to hatch?

Samwell unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, thinking about whether to wake the little girl up so that she wouldn't miss the birth ceremony of his lifelong partner.

However, before he could do anything, Rhaenys woke up on her own.

 She opened her big purple eyes, glanced at her father first, and then her eyes were attracted to the dragon egg in her arms, and she could no longer look away.

The little mouth is still babbling, as if to encourage the little friend.

This movement woke up Daenerys. She jumped out of bed and came over wearing thin silk pajamas and bare feet.

"Sam? What's going on?" When she saw the scene in the crib clearly, she exclaimed, "Ah! Is the dragon egg about to hatch?"

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "However, the little guy seems to have encountered some difficulties and has not been able to break out of the shell."

Daenerys walked a few steps quickly, came to her husband's side, took his arm, with a trace of worry on her face:

"This dragon egg is the one laid by Viserion. You also know that since he was seriously injured by Euron, Viserion's injury has not healed, and it may have affected future generations. That's why the little guy was born like this difficult."

　　Samwell not only recaptured the dragon egg born by Viserion from Braavos, but also brought back the three dragon eggs lost by the Targaryen family more than a hundred years ago.

Daenerys then placed four dragon eggs in front of her daughter and asked her to choose. Unexpectedly, Rhaenys immediately chose the silver dragon egg that Viserion had given birth to.

　In this regard, Daenerys also has mixed feelings. After all, the silver egg's mother Viserion was in a very bad state when she gave birth to it, which is likely to affect the health of her offspring.

However, Daenerys also respected her daughter's choice and gave her the silver egg.

Unexpectedly, when this dragon egg hatched, it still showed its weak nature.

Samwell stretched out his hand and pressed it on the dragon egg. A golden halo spread from his fingers, like spreading ripples, on the surface of the eggshell.

 The temperature of the dragon egg suddenly accelerated.

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A crisp, broken sound was particularly noticeable in the silent room.

"It's coming out!" Daenerys cheered.

Rhaenys cheered, too.

 Under the gazes of the three people, a crack appeared on the surface of the dragon egg.

 The next moment, countless cracks appeared almost at the same time, covering the entire egg body in an instant.

Kakakaka!

With a crisp sound, a triangular head covered with silver scales finally broke through the eggshell and came out.

It opened its blood-red eyes, greedily breathed the air outside, and then neighed:

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

“Pfft!” Daenerys couldn’t help laughing, “This little guy’s voice is so ugly.”

Samwell could not hide his smile:

“It’s not bad. It looks pretty healthy. If the voice is unpleasant, then it’s unpleasant. Maybe it will change as I grow up.”

The newborn dragon took a look at the surrounding environment, and his scarlet eyes swept over the faces of the three people one by one. Finally, he decisively chose Rhaenys, who he spent time with day and night, and crawled over.

 Looks like he has recognized the real owner.

Daenerys watched her daughter and the little silver dragon twist together, and the smile on her face became gentler.

 She turned to look at her husband and asked:

 “What should we name this dragon?”

 Samwell said:

 “What suggestions do you have?”

 Daenerys thought for a while and said:

“Why not call her Meraxes? Rhaenys’s mount happens to be silver.”

 Samwell smiled.

At that time, the "Conqueror's" sister, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen's mount was called Meraxes, which was also a silver dragon and was named after the ancient **** of Valyria.

If he nods, then after three hundred years, the combination of Princess Rhaenys and the silver dragon Meraxes will appear again in the sky of Westeros. However, the fate of the dragon-rider pair three hundred years ago was not so good.

In the First Dornish War, when Princess Rhaenys rode Meraxes to attack Hellgate Castle, a long iron arrow fired from a ballista on the city wall just hit the dragon's eye, causing one person and one dragon to fall on the spot. , both died.

Having said that, people in this world are not shy about naming things like this.

And it can be seen from the naming of the young dragon that Daenerys probably named her daughter Rhaenys in memory of the sister of the "conqueror".

Samwell didn’t want to disappoint his wife, so he nodded and said:

 “Okay, let’s call it Meraxes.”

I don’t know if he understood his name, but the baby dragon stretched its neck and let out a hoarse neigh again, making Rhaenys giggle.

 At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

 Samwell raised his voice:

"Come in."

After a while, the maid Missandei walked in softly and saluted:

“Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys, Lord Barristan asked me to tell you that the dragon eggs seem to be hatching.”

Samwell immediately realized that the other party was talking about the other three dragon eggs he had brought back from Braavos.

In order to prevent the eggs from being stolen again, he placed the three eggs in the Red Keep and guarded them under the leadership of two Kingsguards.

I originally thought that when I had more children, I would let them choose dragon eggs as partners.

Unexpectedly, the dragon egg would hatch on its own before the offspring could be born.

 “Let’s go and see,” said Samwell.

"Okay." Daenerys picked up her daughter, not forgetting to take the little silver dragon with her, and followed her husband out.

When the group of people came to the room where the dragon eggs were placed, they saw that Margaery was already waiting there with Octavian and the little red dragon Yaoyang.

“Sam, Dany.” Margaery shouted in surprise after seeing the visitor, “Come and see! There is a dragon egg that is about to hatch!”

Before she finished speaking, she saw cracks appearing on the surface of one of the three dragon eggs placed side by side on the table.

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With a crisp sound, a small black head broke the eggshell and poked out, letting out a childish neigh:

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

“This little guy looks much healthier.” Daenerys said, inevitably feeling a little pity for her daughter’s original choice.

"Yes." Margaery agreed, but then she noticed the little silver dragon in Rhaenys's arms, and her eyes were slightly startled, "Huh? Rhaenys's dragon egg has also hatched?"

"Yes. Today is a good day. Two baby dragons were born!"

"Maybe more than two." Samwell said, pointing at the dark blue dragon egg next to the little black dragon.

 While everyone was watching, the dragon egg was actually trembling constantly, as if something was struggling to break out of the shell.

“It’s really true!” Daenerys took a few steps closer and looked expectantly at the baby dragon that was about to be born. “This should be a blue dragon!”

 The color of a dragon egg generally indicates the color of the dragon. This blue dragon egg is the most beautiful of all dragon eggs. Its surface has countless patterned scales like deep sea vortices, which makes people fall into it unconsciously at a glance.

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This blue dragon did not keep everyone waiting for too long, and soon broke out of its shell.

As expected, it had dark blue scales, its body looked a bit slender, its golden eyes were quiet and peaceful, and it didn't neigh. It looked like a gentle young dragon.

“It’s so cute.” Daenerys couldn’t help but reached out and carefully held the blue dragon in her arms.

Had it not been that a dragon knight could only own one dragon mount, and she already owned the black dragon Drogon, Samwell suspected that she would have to change her mount.

However, the number of dragons in the Caesar family now exceeds the number of dragon knights. Not to mention these newly hatched young dragons, even Rhaego and Viserion, who are already capable of combat, do not have dragon knights yet.

 The presence or absence of a dragon knight actually has a great impact on the dragon's combat effectiveness.

 After all, dragons are wild beasts with low intelligence. Most of the time they act based on instinct. They are easily angered and teased. When the battle is unfavorable, their first reaction is to run away.

 So, if you want to go to the battlefield, you must equip the dragon with a dragon knight.

 Unfortunately, not everyone can be a dragon knight.

 Having the bloodline of a descendant of the Valyrian Dragon King family is a basic requirement, or someone like Samwell, who has the bloodline of cheating.

Now that the White Walkers are attacking, the birth of dragons one after another is indeed news worth celebrating, but the lack of dragon knights is a headache.

These newly hatched baby dragons are not capable of fighting anyway, so just let them wait for Caesar's offspring to grow up.

But Rhaegal and Viserion…

 Viserion's injury has never recovered, it's just a matter of repayment. It would be a pity if Rhaego's combat power was wasted.

Thinking of this, Jon Snow's face immediately appeared in Samwell's mind.

Of course he knows that this kid is actually a hidden descendant of Targaryen and can become a dragon knight.

Previously in the North, he appointed the other party as a special envoy and personally handed the sword [Dawn] to Jon as a token. In addition to really needing the other party to urge the northern lords to move south, he also had the idea of ​​​​buying people's hearts.

 Samwell thought that this time he went to the Neck, he might be able to let Jon Snow try to control Rhaegal.

“There seems to be no movement on this last dragon egg.” Margaery said.

Samwell retracted his thoughts and looked at the last dragon egg, finding that it was indeed like a stone, placed there quietly without any sign of hatching.

"It seems that the last little guy doesn't plan to come out today." Daenerys said, "We'd better name the two baby dragons that were born first."

Margaery pointed to the little silver dragon in Rhaenys’s arms and asked:

 “Does the silver dragon have a name?”

 “Yes, it’s called Melaxes.”

"Merasis?" Margaery said with a smile, "What a name. It goes well with Rhaenys. Sam, what do you think the other two young dragons should be named?"

 Samwell looked at the two young dragons, one black and one blue, in his wife's arms and said with a smile:

 “With Meraxes, how could we not have Balerion and Vhagar.”

Daenerys nodded happily and said:

“That’s right, now the three giant dragons of the Conqueror have been ‘resurrected’ again!”

“The color is just right.” Margaery also agreed.

"Okay, then call them this name." Samwell reached out and touched the black dragon's little head, "Balerion."

Touched the blue dragon again: "Vhagar."

 Finally, he held his daughter Rhaenys in his arms together with the silver dragon:

 “Melassis.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The three young dragons neighed at the same time, and in a trance, the three giant beasts of the Targaryen family three hundred years ago seemed to have really reappeared in the sky above the Red Keep.

 (End of this chapter)