GOT King of Dragon

*Knock, knock...* 

As Rhaegar was deep in thought, he heard a soft knock at the door. 

Frowning in confusion, he wondered who might be visiting at this hour. 

"Big brother, I'm here to see you…" 

A gentle, childlike voice belonging to Helena came through the door. 

Recalling the promise he'd made last night, Rhaegar replied, "Come in. The door's not locked." 

*Creak—* 

The door slowly opened, and Helena, dressed in a silky nightgown, cautiously peeked her small head inside. 

After glancing around the room and confirming there was no one else there, she slipped in entirely and quickly shut the door behind her. 

Her movements were fluid and swift, like a practiced little thief. 

Rhaegar chuckled at the sight and teased, "What are you so afraid of? Do you think there's a monster hiding in my room?" 

Helena shook her head and placed a finger to her lips. "Shh, I snuck out. Mother hasn't gone to bed yet." 

"Is Alyson in your room?" Rhaegar asked, puzzled. 

Helena tiptoed to the side of the bed and replied, "She just went to find Father." 

A smirk tugged at Rhaegar's lips. He figured Alyson must have been summoned by their father. 

That worked out well. At least he didn't have to deal with her insincere concern. 

Looking up at Helena, who was staring at him with eager anticipation, Rhaegar pointed to the area near the fireplace. "I bought a ball and some other toys. Go check them out." 

"Okay!" 

Helena nodded enthusiastically and excitedly dashed toward the pile of toys by the fireplace. 

Erik, a meticulous man, had carried out Rhaegar's instructions with precision. 

The toys he'd bought were the latest and most popular items from various shops—sure to delight any child. 

Helena first picked up a colorful ball, then grabbed a stuffed dragon made from goose feathers. 

The little girl plopped herself onto the rug and began playing with her new toys. 

Rhaegar smiled, choosing not to disturb her as she entertained herself. He lay on the bed, closing his eyes to rest. 

He had promised Helena that she could come to his room to play, so there was no reason to refuse her now. 

Besides, his half-sister seemed to have some kind of prophetic ability. Spending more time with her couldn't hurt. 

Perhaps it might even help him figure out the patterns of his Dreamer's gift. 

Although, truth be told, he wasn't sure if there was any pattern to it at all. 

The two siblings didn't speak, and the room fell into a peaceful silence. 

A handsome yet sickly-looking boy lay bedridden, while a rosy-cheeked little girl played by the fireplace. 

The scene was both warm and harmonious, a picture of serenity. 

That was, until Helena picked up a shiny silver bracelet and held it up. "Big brother, is this bracelet for me too?" 

Hearing her voice, Rhaegar glanced over. It was a replica crafted by the blacksmith. He replied casually, "No, that's my accessory." 

"Oh…" 

Helena's response trailed off as she quietly set the bracelet back down. 

Seeing the little girl's disappointed expression, Rhaegar couldn't help but think of Rhaenyra's rejection of him. His chest tightened with a dull ache. 

After a moment's hesitation, Rhaegar let out a soft chuckle and relented. "It's yours now. If you like it, go ahead and wear it. Consider it a gift from me." 

He didn't want to say no to Helena, just as he didn't want his sister to say no to him. 

The mood shifted, and Helena's face lit up with joy. "Okay, thank you, big brother! I love it!" 

"It's nothing. If you like something, you should go for it. You deserve it," Rhaegar said softly. 

His chest rose and fell as his words aggravated the injury on his back, making him wince in pain. 

Noticing something was off, Helena clutched the bracelet and returned to his bedside, tilting her head in confusion. "Big brother, why are you lying like that? Are you okay?" 

"I got hurt, so I have to lie like this to heal for a while," Rhaegar explained truthfully. 

"Does it hurt a lot? When Aegon pinches me secretly, it really hurts," Helena said innocently, assuming someone had pinched Rhaegar as well. 

Standing on tiptoes, she climbed onto the bed and puffed out her cheeks. "I'll blow on it for you! That always makes it stop hurting!" 

Rhaegar couldn't help but laugh at the silly little girl. 

But the laughter tugged at his back muscles, intensifying the pain. 

"Damn chains! Why don't they just hurt me to death already!" 

Overcome by the pain, Rhaegar cursed under his breath at whoever had been responsible for the chains that caused his injuries, venting his frustration. 

Helena flinched at his outburst and shrank into a corner of the bed, afraid to get any closer. 

"Don't be scared. I was cursing the person who hurt me, not you," Rhaegar said, realizing his mistake. 

He forced a bitter smile to reassure his sister. 

Life was truly hard for him. 

His back ached again, and yet he had to comfort this silly little sister of his. 

Helena couldn't hear his thoughts, but she had her own unique way of thinking. 

Tiptoeing carefully, she climbed to Rega's side. Pursing her lips, she blew earnestly at the bandages wrapped around his back. 

Watching her, Rega felt a strange sensation stir within him—something akin to an inexplicable comfort. 

Reaching out, he gently ruffled Helena's silver hair and smiled. "Alright, my wound doesn't hurt anymore." 

Helena stopped blowing and stared blankly at him, her clear eyes filled with confusion. 

It was as if she were asking, "Really?" 

Noticing the bracelet in her hand, Rega suggested, "Want me to help you put it on?" 

Helena tilted her little head, thinking it over, then nodded. 

Taking the bracelet, Rega held one of his sister's hands and slipped it onto her wrist. 

Thanks to his frail health and overly slender frame, the bracelet that fit him perfectly also fit Helena's slightly chubby wrist just right. 

Rega admired his work with a satisfied smile. "Such a chubby little girl—it suits you perfectly." 

To his surprise, Helena's flushed face immediately turned sour. 

Her smile vanished as she pouted, turned away, and curled up into a ball, distancing herself from him. 

Rega's smile froze. He hadn't expected a two-year-old girl to care about being called chubby. 

He called Helena's name several times, but she didn't respond, remaining motionless in silent protest. 

Seeing her reaction, Rega sighed helplessly and turned over to prepare for sleep. 

As for apologizing? 

Ha! A Targaryen man never apologizes! 

Time ticked by, and night deepened. 

Helena peeked at Rega, who appeared to be fast asleep. 

Seeing no movement, she slipped off the bed and quietly left the room. 

… 

Elsewhere, Rhaenyra had just returned from Dragonstone. 

As soon as she entered the Red Keep, a servant stopped her, informing her that the king had requested to speak with her. 

"Alright, let me change first," she replied. 

After a full day of carefree fun, Rhaenyra was thoroughly satisfied. She freshened up, changed her clothes, and went to see her father. 

Arriving at Viserys' bedroom door, Rhaenyra was about to knock when the door opened from within. 

Alicent, dressed in an elegant gown, stepped out. 

Rhaenyra was in high spirits and took the initiative to greet her stepmother and former friend. 

Alicent forced a smile and quietly reminded her, "Rega was injured. Your father is furious, so don't argue with him." 

At this point in time, Alicent's betrayal of their former deep friendship was already apparent. 

However, without the influence of her father, Otto Hightower, things hadn't yet escalated to the point of breaking completely with Rhaenyra. 

Showing a timely gesture of goodwill, Alicent tried to maintain the fragile friendship between them. 

Hearing that Rega was hurt, a buzzing noise filled Rhaenyra's mind. She immediately pressed for details, "How did Rega get injured? Isn't Ser Erryk protecting him?" 

Alicent glanced back into the room, about to reveal more, when Viserys' voice interrupted them. 

"Rhaenyra, how much longer are you going to make your king wait?" 

His tone was heavy with suppressed anger. 

"Sorry, I need to go check on the children," Alicent said apologetically, giving Rhaenyra a regretful look before lifting her skirts and brushing past her. 

Rhaenyra frowned in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then entered the room. 

Viserys was sitting by the stone model of the realm in his bedroom, fiddling with a dragon-shaped stone carving. 

(End of Chapter)