GOT King of Dragon

"Ser, do you have a trustworthy ally?" 

Rhaegar, struck by an idea, decided to recruit someone. 

Eryck nodded confidently. "My brother, Arryk. We trust each other completely." 

"Bring him along. We'll need his help." 

"But, Your Grace, he's currently guarding Prince Aegon. If the Queen finds out…" 

"Then be careful and don't get caught." 

Time was pressing, and Rhaegar couldn't afford to waste it. 

"Ser, take me to Rhaenyra's chambers. Then go find Arryk." 

"Yes, Your Grace." 

Though he didn't know what Rhaegar was planning, Eryck chose to support him regardless. 

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At the door to Rhaenyra's chambers, Ser Criston Cole was on night watch. 

Seeing Eryck approach carrying Rhaegar, Criston asked suspiciously, "Your Grace, why are you here so late at night?" 

"I had a nightmare and wanted to speak with my sister," Rhaegar replied, feigning fear and inventing an excuse. 

Criston hesitated. "The Princess just retired for the night. I'm afraid…" 

"Ser Criston, Rhaenyra is my sister. She will want to see me," Rhaegar interrupted, his tone suddenly firm, catching Criston off guard. 

"Open the door. Let me in." 

This command wasn't directed at Criston but at Eryck, who carried him. 

Eryck stepped forward and opened the door. Criston tried to stop him, but Eryck pushed him aside with ease. 

Rhaegar's royal status left Criston powerless to intervene. 

Determined to see Rhaenyra, there was nothing Criston could do to stop him. 

As soon as they entered, the door slammed shut behind them before Criston could get a good look inside. 

Eryck carried Rhaegar to the empty bed and gently set him down. 

As he passed the table, Eryck picked up an empty satchel and a sheet of paper with a map drawn on it. 

Rhaegar carefully examined the room. He glanced at the formal gown casually discarded on the carpet and confirmed that Rhaenyra had indeed sneaked out. 

Handing the map to Eryck, Rhaegar instructed, "Follow the plan I told you. If you find Rhaenyra, return through this secret passage." 

"Carrying out this plan could cause major consequences," Eryck said, hesitant after hearing Rhaegar's instructions on the way there. 

"Ser, my sister is the heir to the Iron Throne. For her honor, some sacrifices are necessary," Rhaegar said solemnly, placing a hand over his heart. "As I said, no matter the outcome, I will take full responsibility." 

Recalling an encounter with a white hart in the past, Eryck's gaze grew resolute. "I promise to bring the Princess back safely!" 

Under Rhaegar's watchful eye, Eryck turned and left the room. 

Before shutting the door, he blocked Criston's view and sternly said, "Do not interrupt the Prince and Princess while they speak. Stand guard." 

As a newly appointed member of the Kingsguard, Criston held Eryck in high regard and nodded in understanding. 

Eryck strode away purposefully. 

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**Silk Street** 

Under the night sky, Rhaenyra ran through the bustling crowds, savoring this rare moment of freedom. 

Now and then, she accidentally toppled a merchant's goods, laughing playfully as if it were a game. 

Daemon followed closely, handling any angry pursuers with ease. 

*Thud!* 

Rhaenyra dashed into a dark alley and collided headlong with a Gold Cloak. 

The Gold Cloak grabbed her arm and demanded sternly, "What mischief are you running away from?" 

Through the helmet, Rhaenyra recognized him and blurted out his name. 

"Ser Harwin!" 

"Princess?" 

Harwin Strong was startled but kept his composure, glancing subtly toward the alley's entrance. 

There, Daemon approached leisurely, having caught up. 

Rhaenyra noticed her uncle and pleaded with Harwin, "Please, don't." 

After a moment's thought, Harwin guessed that the two had sneaked out to have some fun. 

He released Rhaenyra's arm and pretended not to know her. "Be careful, boy. Next time, you might not be so lucky." 

With that, he continued his patrol nonchalantly, brushing past Daemon as if nothing had happened. 

Daemon smirked knowingly, unfazed by the Gold Cloak. 

Before he was dismissed as Commander of the City Watch, every Gold Cloak had been his subordinate—loyal to the core. 

--- 

"Running wild and making a mess—are you actually enjoying this?"

After the chase and scramble came to an end, Daemon and Rhaenyra walked side by side.

"Who knows when I'll taste freedom again?" 

Rhaenyra panted softly, clearly relieved by the reckless antics that had helped her release some of her pent-up stress.

The uncle and niece continued talking as they strolled. 

Before long, Rhaenyra noticed something was off. 

The street vendors and performers became fewer and fewer, replaced by the seductive sounds of passion. 

Daemon led her into a stone building she'd never seen before. The source of the provocative noises emanated from within. 

The moment they stepped through the doorway, an atmosphere heavy with drunken debauchery and indulgence overwhelmed her senses. 

Men were drinking and carousing, their language crude and vulgar. 

Scantily clad women wandered freely through the hall, unbothered by prying eyes. They weaved through the groups of men, allowing wandering hands to touch them while flashing seductive smiles and eliciting lustful laughter. 

Rhaenyra was stunned, letting Daemon lead her deeper into the hall as her wide eyes roamed over the hedonistic scene. 

This was a place unlike anything she had ever witnessed. 

"What is this place?" 

Rhaenyra asked warily, her gaze darting around. 

Daemon's tone was calm. "A place where people come to satisfy their desires." 

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you bring me here?" 

Rhaenyra's face froze, the provocative scenes around her making her deeply uncomfortable and instinctively resistant. 

She looked at her uncle, meeting his eyes filled with unmistakable desire. 

Her heart sank, a sense of foreboding rising within her. 

Rhaenyra's expression shifted slightly as she glanced nervously back at the door. 

If she ran now, she might still have time to escape. 

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Meanwhile, in the corner outside the brothel's walls... 

Two cloaked figures stood side by side, watching as Daemon led Rhaenyra into the establishment. 

"Go on. I'll handle things here," one figure said first, their hood shadowing a serious face. 

"Remember, the bigger the scene, the better. This is about the princess's reputation—don't mess it up." 

The face beneath the other hood was identical—it was Erryk, ready for action. 

"Don't worry. I won't disappoint the prince." 

Arryk clapped his brother's shoulder, holding a torch aloft and lighting a nearby pile of hay. 

The dry grass caught fire immediately, smoke billowing alongside the flames. 

Erryk wasted no words. He pulled his hood tight and headed for the brothel entrance. 

Arryk moved quickly, scaling the wall to ignite the hay stored in the kitchen and stables. 

The two brothers worked in seamless coordination. 

Once inside the brothel's main hall, Erryk remained silent, avoiding the women lingering around the room as he made his way toward the inner chambers. 

Pushing aside the flimsy curtains, he immediately spotted his target. 

Daemon had cornered Rhaenyra against the wall, his eyes predatory as he loomed over her. 

Rhaenyra was pushing him away, her face filled with fear. 

Perfect timing. Erryk strode forward and gripped Daemon's shoulder, yanking him back before delivering a crushing left hook to his face. 

"Ungh..." 

The sudden attack left Daemon reeling, and he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, stars dancing in his vision. 

Everything had happened so fast that Rhaenyra only realized she was free from his grasp after hearing Daemon's groan of pain. 

"Princess, come with me immediately." 

Erryk picked up Daemon's discarded cloak and threw it to Rhaenyra, then grabbed her arm without giving her a chance to argue. 

Before leaving, Erryk shot Daemon a disdainful glance. 

As a final parting gesture, he delivered a sharp kick between Daemon's legs. 

A sickening thud echoed as Daemon let out a shrill scream, clutching himself and curling up on the floor like a shrimp. 

*(End of Chapter)*