In the Great Hall of Dragonstone,
"Excellent, you are accepted as a Dragon Guard Captain!"
Viserys Targaryen nodded and commanded, looking at the pledge of allegiance submitted by Viserys Valerion.
At all times, Viserys Targaryen would arrange several guards to protect the two Hatchling Dragons in shifts.
He did not intend to follow in the footsteps of Daenerys's Hatchling Dragons being stolen in the original story.
Regardless of whether the Dragon Guard in front of him possessed the bloodline of the Targaryen Family, as long as the Hatchling Dragons had not yet grown, Viserys would not leave them alone in danger.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Viserys Valerion stood up excitedly.
Among the crowd below, some were envious, some surprised, and some indifferent.
Most of them were not there to compete for a Dragon Guard position.
However, in a distant corner of the Great Hall, a nine-foot-tall warrior, clad in full armor, now had shining eyes, overjoyed.
"Even an ordinary old beggar can be accepted by His Majesty Viserys as a Dragon Guard. Then I, a woman, as long as I am capable, His Majesty will surely grant me the knighthood of the Kingsguard!"
Brienne, the beauty from Tarth, clenched her fists, her expression agitated.
That night, she couldn't sleep, her mind filled with images of Viserys's wise and mighty demeanor.
Who says women are inferior to men!
She was going to do something unprecedented and unrepeated!
She wanted to be like Queen Visenya, the first female knight and the first Kingsguard in Westeros.
"Next…"
As Maester Daniel loudly called out names, one by one, the candidates once again walked onto the Great Hall.
Compared to the casual atmosphere of the previous Dragon Guard selection, in the long line, many candidates were so scared that they secretly left the queue.
Little did they know, the sharp-eyed Little Birds nearby were meticulously taking notes.
Immediately after, in a secluded corner of Dragonstone, they were secretly captured by the Gold Cloaks and interrogated.
In just one day, Varys had captured dozens of spies, which was truly chilling.
Under Viserys Targaryen's careful selection for a day, the Dragon Guard included men and women, old and young, and in some cases, entire families were selected.
Most of them were impoverished commoners from Dragonstone and the brothels of King's Landing.
Of course, these Dragon Guard were also some of the Dragonseeds left behind by the Targaryen Family in the past.
Over thousands of years, even after the Dance of the Dragons, there were still many people in the world with Targaryen Family blood.
"Every Dragon Guard is a treasure of the Targaryen Family!"
Viserys Targaryen muttered to himself.
As the only true king in Westeros, he would never allow the Red Priestess to usurp his family's inheritance under the guise of sacrificing to the Red God.
"Your Majesty, twenty-one spies sent by the usurper have been captured, with irrefutable evidence!"
Varys, the Master of Whisperers, standing by, broke out in a cold sweat.
This was his duty, and now he had to make amends only at Viserys's prompting; it was simply a dereliction of duty!
If he accidentally let these spies into Dragonstone, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Thinking of this, Varys's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.
Fortunately, with the Dreamwalker's reminder, Varys managed to minimize the losses!
Viserys Targaryen looked at the spies tied up like dumplings below, several of whom even genuinely possessed the blood of a true dragon.
"Since they've come, take them all!"
Viserys said indifferently.
Although he was not a bloodthirsty person, facing these bandits who would casually take lives for money, Viserys naturally would not be soft-hearted.
Compared to relying on the Kingsguard, whose loyalty was half-hearted, Viserys chose to practice swordsmanship himself.
Only by relying on the longsword in his own hand was the best way to protect himself... Under the night sky of Dragonstone,
The bonfires burned fiercely, sparks crackling everywhere, illuminating the beach as if it were day!
Viserys Targaryen stood at the front of the queue, holding two small dragons.
The wood in front of them had long been piled into a mountain, and the twenty-one assassins sent by the usurper were neatly tied to stakes, doused in wildfire.
In front of them was a huge bronze treasure chest, containing exactly five dragon eggss of different colors!
These were dragon eggss Viserys Targaryen had carefully selected from the royal vault.
If not for the lack of sufficient magical power in his bloodline, Viserys Targaryen would have hatched them long ago!
"Light the fire!"
As Viserys Targaryen gave the order, the two small dragons shook their heads in confusion, then let out a burp.
In an instant, a wisp of smoke emerged from the little dragon's mouth.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the little dragon, who failed to breathe dragonfire but instead puffed out smoke like it was smoking, everyone let out a teasing laugh.
Merias seemed to have been mocked by everyone, and his small face immediately flushed.
The next moment, it puffed out its chest, and a crimson flame shot out from its mouth, instantly igniting the bonfire!
"Oh!"
Margaery Tyrell, the Little Rose, widened her eyes, her face full of joy.
She stared enviously at the small red dragon in front of her, its crystal-clear scales, like rubies, were every young girl's dream toy.
However, she clearly knew that the dragon did not belong to her.
Looking at the pink, babbling infant Daenerys in front of her, a feeling of jealousy arose.
It was well known that every Targaryen Family member with a companion Hatchling Dragon hardly needed to train it intentionally.
Compared to envying Daenerys, who would undoubtedly become a Dragonrider, Margaery Tyrell had long set her sights on the equally young Viserys.
She believed that one day, Viserys would take her, riding a dragon, to soar above the nine heavens.
At that time, all the great dragons would look down at her feet.
"Roar——"
Newborn dragon roars in the fire interrupted the thoughts of Margaery, the Little Rose.
Everyone widened their eyes, observing carefully.
Even Grand Maester Daniel, who had witnessed Hatchling Dragon hatching twice before, dragged his aging body, anxiously waiting.
It was well known that Dreamwalker Viserys Targaryen currently did not have a true dragon of his own!
Watching one Hatchling Dragon after another break out of their shells, Merias, the red worm, let out an excited roar to the sky.
It had gained more companions!
Viserys Targaryen's tense heart finally relaxed.
One, two, three… exactly four Hatchling Dragons burst out of the flames, timidly circling at Viserys Targaryen's feet.
They not only felt a sense of closeness to Merias on Viserys's shoulder but also curiosity towards Viserys Targaryen.
This creature, whose physical form was completely different from theirs, emitted a similar aura to them.
Suddenly, a small golden dragon flew onto Viserys Targaryen's shoulder, intimately nuzzling against Viserys's cheek.
Viserys Targaryen was slightly stunned, then became overjoyed.
In his mind, a faint consciousness suddenly appeared, as if it were his second soul.
"Mental link, is this the sign of taming a dragon?"
Viserys Targaryen stared blankly at his panel.
Large Old Valyria black characters appeared before his eyes:
Viserys Targaryen, 55% pure Old Valyria wizard descendant, Dragonrider
Spirit: 75 (Full State)
Physique: 60 (Slightly Weak)
Agility: 50 (Lack of Exercise)
Strength: 40 (Growing Period)
Magic Bloodline: 55 (Pure Dragon Bloodline)