GOT King of Dragon

Driven by curiosity, Rhaegar slowly propped himself up. 

Moving carefully to avoid aggravating his wounds, he shuffled toward the window at a deliberate pace. 

Looking down, he realized it wasn't a cuckoo calling after all. 

Instead, it was a short swordsman with curly brown hair. 

Ser Serwyn cupped his hands around his mouth, imitating a cuckoo's call while standing in the garden, staring up at Rhaegar's window. 

Rhaegar opened the glass window and shouted down, "Hey! What's with the racket in the middle of the night?" 

Seeing Rhaegar appear, Serwyn bowed deeply, then walked away without saying a word. 

"Weirdo!" 

Rhaegar muttered under his breath before closing the window. 

Still, he wondered if the nightmare he'd just experienced might have been prophetic. What could it have been trying to foretell? 

"Wait, why is Serwyn even at the Red Keep?" 

Suddenly recalling Serwyn's background, Rhaegar hurriedly called out toward the door, "Eryc, I need you!" 

*Creak.* 

Eryc entered the room respectfully. "What are your orders?" 

Rhaegar described his recent encounter with Serwyn. 

Eryc explained, "Serwyn won the champion's title in the melee tournament and requested permission from the king to remain at the Red Keep as a fencing instructor. He's also sworn an oath to serve you." 

"Sworn an oath to me?" 

Rhaegar was momentarily stunned. He hadn't heard anything about the tournament. 

Eryc explained further, and Rhaegar finally understood that Serwyn had stayed behind to offer his services as Rhaegar's fencing instructor. 

Confused, Rhaegar asked, "If he's already achieved his goal, why disturb me in the middle of the night? Does he want to see me that badly?" 

"That's certainly possible, but it's late, and meeting him alone might not be safe." 

Eryc had been explicitly instructed by the king to ensure Rhaegar didn't meet with Serwyn alone and to remain vigilant at all times. 

Rhaegar conceded that this made sense. 

Yet, the lingering nightmare gnawed at him, as though it were somehow tied to Serwyn. 

After some hesitation, Rhaegar decided he wanted to confront him. 

"Ser, take me to the garden. Let's see what he wants." 

Eryc rested a hand on the hilt of his sword and nodded. "Climb on my back, my prince." 

Rhaegar didn't refuse and allowed Eryc to carry him. 

Despite his quick recovery, three days wasn't enough to heal completely. 

For now, he relied on Eryc to get fresh air outside. 

They descended the spiraling staircase, avoiding the bustling servants in the hall, and entered the small garden. 

Underneath the heart tree, Serwyn was waiting. 

As soon as they met, Rhaegar impatiently asked, "Serwyn, why are you seeking me in the dead of night?" 

Serwyn smiled warmly. "I apologize for disturbing you at this hour, but I couldn't ignore something that caught my attention by chance." 

"Go on. What did you see?" 

Rhaegar's unease grew stronger, convinced Serwyn's account was connected to his nightmare. 

Serwyn began, "After the feast ended, I was strolling in the garden when I saw two figures sneaking about." 

"Who were they? Did you see their faces clearly?" 

Rhaegar was puzzled. 

"One was wearing simple linen clothes and a worn hat, but her strikingly beautiful face was unmistakable—it was your sister, Princess Rhaenyra." 

Serwyn described the pair's appearance before continuing, "The other was tall and carried an air of familiarity. If I'm not mistaken, Prince Daemon left the feast early..." 

At this point, Serwyn stopped speaking, though his meaning was clear. 

Rhaenyra and Daemon had slipped out of the Red Keep. 

Rhaegar's brows furrowed deeply as he scrutinized Serwyn. 

The close relationship between Rhaenyra and Daemon was no secret in the Red Keep. 

Since childhood, Rhaenyra had adored her uncle. 

Daemon, in turn, doted on his niece, always bringing her gifts and showing her affection whenever he returned from his travels. 

The two sneaking out together wasn't particularly surprising. 

Serwyn, with his hands clasped behind his back, nudged a small stone with his foot, looking as though there was more he couldn't say. 

Rhaegar sighed inwardly—his suspicions were confirmed. He spoke bluntly, "Go ahead. What else is there?" 

Serwyn admitted, "I inquired with Prince Daemon's attendants. He booked a suite at a brothel on Silk Street tonight." 

Rhaegar froze on the spot, staring at Serwyn in disbelief. 

His mind reeled, replaying the latter half of Serwyn's statement. 

"Brothel... suite... Daemon and... Rhaenyra?" 

For a moment, the young prince's brain short-circuited, grappling with a possibility that defied moral norms. 

Granted, for House Targaryen, such matters were hardly unprecedented. 

But Daemon? Absolutely not! 

That man was clearly up to no good. 

Eryc interjected at just the right moment. "Your Highness, this is a grave matter. I believe we should inform the king immediately." 

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This matter is far too vile. 

Prince Daemon, as an uncle, lured Princess Rhaenyra, his niece, to a brothel for a private room. This is an act of treason. 

"Wait, don't alarm my father just yet." 

Rhaegar immediately objected, unwilling to let this matter reach their father right now. 

An enraged father could easily cause an uproar. 

Regardless of whether this incident happened or not, Rhaenyra's reputation would inevitably be tarnished. 

At that point, a scandal would be unavoidable. 

Thinking quickly, Rhaegar turned to Ser Xyryl and questioned, "How long have the two of them been gone?" 

"About half an hour," Xyryl replied after thinking it over. 

"Are you certain it was my sister you saw? It's fine to missee something with your eyes, but misspeaking could cost lives!" 

Rhaegar still found it hard to believe. 

Xyryl solemnly swore, "I swear by the Old Gods and the New, I did not see wrong." 

"Good. Keep this matter quiet. Do you understand?" 

Rhaegar's words carried a heavy undertone of threat. 

Xyryl nodded, bowed, and withdrew. 

He had already achieved his purpose; staying longer was unnecessary. 

Rhaegar stared at the weirwood tree before him. The eerie face carved into its trunk wept bloody tears, as if merging with the blood from his nightmares. 

Xyryl's sudden appearance was too abrupt. 

But there was no time to dwell on his motives. 

Rhaegar had to find Rhaenyra. 

"Ser, we leave immediately to find my sister." 

Rhaegar couldn't wait another moment. He wanted to retrieve Rhaenyra before anyone else found out. 

The Red Keep wasn't close to Silk Street. With Rhaenyra slipping away only half an hour ago, there was still time. 

Ser Erryk frowned and said, "This is a serious matter. Searching for her ourselves would be like finding a needle in a haystack." 

"It doesn't matter. I've heard Rhaenyra mention before that Daemon owns shares in the largest brothel on Silk Street. He'll definitely go there." 

Rhaegar's tone was resolute. "Daemon has malicious intentions toward my sister. We must stop him in time." 

"Yes, my prince. It seems we must solve this issue before it grows out of hand." 

Erryk had Rhaegar mount up as he prepared to leave. 

Hearing this, a flash of insight crossed Rhaegar's mind, and he vaguely sensed something amiss. 

"Wait, Ser!" 

Rhaegar immediately halted their departure to organize his thoughts. 

Xyryl was not someone to be trusted. 

His sudden appearance and report seemed like a gesture of goodwill, but he likely had ulterior motives. 

Rhaegar felt the need to think carefully and untangle the chaotic web of thoughts in his mind. 

Daemon luring Rhaenyra was likely not fabricated. 

Daemon had always coveted the throne. If he could win Rhaenyra's heart and become her consort, he could return to the center of power and even sideline Rhaenyra as heir. 

Xyryl's act of informing on him could tentatively be seen as a bid for Rhaegar's favor, hoping to gain his trust. 

So, what role was Rhaegar supposed to play in all of this? 

Would he act as an innocent child, inform his father, and provoke the fury of the dragon-sleeper king, ordering Daemon's arrest? 

Or would he sneak out of the Red Keep to protect his sister's honor? 

Perhaps he'd feign ignorance, hide the truth, and wait for the matter to escalate? 

"Exactly, escalating the matter! Someone wants this to blow up as much as possible." 

Rhaegar suddenly realized the sinister intention behind it. 

Whether he informed his father or searched for Rhaenyra himself, as long as someone with ill intent spread the news, the incident would inevitably become a scandal that ruined Rhaenyra's reputation. 

If he turned a blind eye, it would play right into Daemon's hands. 

At that moment, Rhaegar felt as if a bell rang in his mind, sensing the whiff of a conspiracy. 

He had to find Rhaenyra, but he couldn't search for her openly. 

"I need to come up with a way to divert everyone's attention!" 

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*(End of Chapter)*