Nameless dragon eggs—the offspring of Merias, the Red Queen, a magical product of blood and fire.
Magic Charge: 20%
Bloodline Charge: 30% (continuously increasing)
Energy Charge: 10% (continuously increasing)
Asleep!
Viserys Targaryen looked at the black text in front of him, a solemn expression on his face.
As is well known, dragon eggss require fire energy to hatch.
This is also one of the reasons why the Targaryen Family hoarded themselves on Dragonstone, that godforsaken place.
It possesses the richest volcanic islands on the continent of Westeros, also known as Dragonmount, and is the Targaryen Family's base for hatching dragons.
"Blood and fire magic forged the dragons..."
Viserys Targaryen murmured the mottopassed down through generations of his family.
He originally thought this mottoreferred to the Dragon King's bloodline and fire magic, but he never expected it to be three elements: blood, fire, and magic.
In the Forty Fortresses of Valyria, for every descendant of the Dragon King born, the family would place a dragon eggs in his swaddling clothes as a gift.
If the dragon eggs hatched, they would gain a beast that could be intimately close to them with almost no training required.
The Targaryen Family's bloodline was naturally one of the precious Dragon King bloodlines.
As long as the dragon eggs was accompanied by a dragon or a human with the Dragon King's bloodline, a full bloodline charge would naturally be a matter of course.
However, as soon as Viserys Targaryen saw the magic attribute of the dragon eggs, which remained motionless, his face immediately fell.
In this world, the tide of magic had receded for several hundred years.
Almost all wizards had become street beggars who swindled people.
Except for magical products like valyrian steel, almost all traces of magic had disappeared.
Viserys Targaryen tried placing his valyrian dagger next to the dragon eggs, but the magic charge column still showed no change.
"Alas, it seems I can only wait for the arrival of the Red Comet!"
Viserys Targaryen sighed helplessly.
He recalled the legend of the great fire that ignited in Summerhall.
The Targaryen Family, at the tragic cost of almost all subsequent family members, only managed to burn seven cracked stones.
"Knock, knock..."
An urgent knocking sound rang out, and Viserys Targaryen finally looked up at Ser Joffrey, who was guarding the door.
"Your Highness,"
Ser Joffrey hesitated to speak.
Prince Viserys had been staring at the dragon eggs for no less than a quarter of an hour, almost as if he were possessed, and Ser Joffrey had no choice but to interrupt him.
Every member of the Targaryen Family had an incredibly firm obsession with dragons.
It is said that in their childhood, they would all dream of transforming into a dragon and soaring through the sky.
Dragon dreams plagued almost every Dragon King.
No one did not believe himself to be a favored child of heaven destined to hatch dragons.
However, some swallowed wildfire and burned themselves to death, while others went completely mad, becoming fanatical cultists.
If the disappearance of dragons dealt a heavy blow to the Targaryen Family, then the attempt to restore the glory of dragons completely pushed the Targaryen Dynasty into the abyss.
"The Crown has issued an order that future descendants of the Targaryen Family are not allowed to hatch dragon eggss without authorization!"
Ser Joffrey stood at the door and reminded him in a low voice.
He feared that the tragedy of Summerhall would happen again to the precarious Crown.
The previous person he had carefully advised was Viserys's brother, Rhaegar Targaryen.
"I know!"
Viserys replied carelessly.
After all, he was not his sister Daenerys Targaryen.
Compared to his sister's special bloodline as the "Unburnt," he, a Dragon King who was burned to death by a "molten gold crown," truly had no advantage in terms of bloodline.
"How many more days until King's Landing?"
Viserys Targaryen turned around and walked out of the cabin.
The sea breeze blew, and the banners flapped, making Viserys's face sting.
At this moment, he was anxious to return home, wishing he could run back to King's Landing immediately.
"Three days."
Ser Joffrey said with some difficulty, "We are sailing against the wind, so the return journey will take longer than the outbound one..."
"No matter!"
Viserys Targaryen did not care.
In this era of backward technology, owning a large sailboat was already a heaven-sent start.
What's more, he also had a Royal Navy Fleet, second only to the Iron Fleet of the Iron Islands.
"We also discovered some small ships from White Harbor at sea; they turned and fled when they saw us!"
Randal Tarly, the Earl, did not know when he had followed behind Viserys Targaryen and added.
"The Manderly Family are loyal dogs of the Stark Family!"
Ser Joffrey spat disdainfully, "Their few small sailboats can't make any waves!"
Facing the subconscious verbal sparring between the two, Viserys Targaryen did not express any opinion.
Whether in King's Landing or on the Essos Continent, power struggles were not uncommon.
The concept of "my vassal's vassal is not my vassal, my lord's lord is not my lord" was extremely common in Westeros.
However, this feudal system greatly restricted the royal power of the Targaryen Family, making them unable to penetrate their power into every household.
Especially in the sparsely populated North, the Targaryen Family had almost no say.
Even if he repelled Robert Baratheon's attack in King's Landing, reclaiming such a vast territory would be a pipe dream.
"The Vale, the North, the Riverlands..."
Viserys Targaryen looked at the map of Westeros with a headache.
It should be known that Storm's End alone could withstand the siege of tens of thousands of The Reach's army for half a year, not to mention the Sky Cell in the Vale and the Neck in the North.
"Dragons, it must be dragons!"
Viserys Targaryen clenched his fists and muttered to himself.
However, how to obtain magic and hatch dragons remained a perplexing problem.
Just as Viserys was lost in thought, Ser Joffrey's words suddenly interrupted Viserys's contemplation.
"Your Highness, look!"
Following the direction of Ser Joffrey's finger, towering green flames almost illuminated the entire Blackwater Bay.
"King's Landing... exploded!"
Viserys Targaryen's pupils constricted, and his gaze was blank.
He never imagined that after he brought such a great victory to the Targaryen Dynasty, King Aerys would still choose to ignite the wildfire.
Even across such a vast sea, Viserys and the others could see the towering green glow emanating from King's Landing.
"Wildfire... Aerys, that madman!"
Viserys Targaryen stomped his foot hard on the deck, making a thudding sound.
Whoever ordered the burning of five hundred thousand innocent people in King's Landing, their descendants would be completely without a claim to the iron throne.
No one would support the descendant of a madman and a tyrant.
And just as Viserys's heart sank to the depths, Ser Willem Darry came up, his face pale: "The Reach... the reinforcing army from The Reach was ambushed by Robert's rebels!"
"Mace Tyrell, the Duke, has been captured, The Reach is finished!"