GOT King of Dragon

Swing after swing of the axe. 

Rhaegar seemed tireless until the ground was soaked with blood and a severed head rolled across it. 

Taking a life with his own hands left Rhaegar with an indescribable feeling. 

It was, in a word, unpleasant. 

"This axe is heavy, but it feels good in hand." 

Muttering softly, Rhaegar discarded the axe and picked up the bloodied head. 

This was just an appetizer for the night; there was still much to do. 

This time, he didn't avoid the patrols' line of sight. 

He strode openly toward the center of the camp. 

A patrol of wildlings quickly spotted him and surrounded him with weapons drawn. 

"Stop right there, brat!" 

With a shout, several wildlings swaggered toward Rhaegar, their eyes gleaming with malice. 

A runaway kid? No one would care if he was beaten to death. 

Rhaegar stood calmly, his voice steady as he said, "Fools, you should show respect to a Targaryen." 

"Ha! You little bastard, let me teach you a lesson—" 

An ugly, scrawny wildling laughed shrilly, stepping forward with a crude spear in hand. 

Rhaegar neither flinched nor dodged. Instead, he pointed upward. 

"Look up!" 

The wildlings hesitated, instinctively glancing toward the sky. 

*Buzz—* 

In the pitch-black night, a pair of enormous green orbs glowed like eerie ghostly flames. 

The wildlings froze in their tracks, dumbstruck. 

The green glow shifted slightly. 

The night sky, like a dark curtain, seemed to tremble. 

It was then they realized the darkness above wasn't the night sky. 

It was a massive, coal-black beast. 

At that moment, the giant creature lowered its head, observing every living thing in the valley. 

*Thump-thump, thump-thump…* 

Seeing the beast up close, the wildlings' pupils dilated. Trembling uncontrollably, they fell to their knees one by one, abandoning their weapons and crying out in terror. 

"Eat him," Rhaegar said softly as he walked past the scrawny wildling, pronouncing his sentence. 

"Hisss-gaaah…" 

The ravenous dragon lowered its head with a guttural snarl. Its foul breath blasted the wildling off his feet, sending him tumbling through the air. 

Before he could hit the ground, the dragon's nimble tongue coiled around him, pulling him into its gaping maw. 

*Crunch!* The sound of bones snapping echoed as the dragon chewed and swallowed. 

It had returned. 

Rhaegar's dragon—the mightiest wild dragon of Dragonstone—had come back to its master. 

When Rhaegar was captured earlier that day, the beast had sensed its rider's peril and returned on its own. 

Now, Rhaegar had reconnected with the dragon. 

He had waited patiently for this moment. 

All the restraint he showed earlier was for this revenge. 

He was a true dragon, and he had conquered a dragon. 

Now, Rhaegar would ride his dragon and burn the irreverent to ashes with dragonfire. 

Under the night sky, the massive, coal-black dragon crouched low, allowing the young prince to climb onto its back. 

After two days and nights of separation, man and dragon were reunited. 

Perched atop the dragon, Rhaegar gazed coldly at the few wildlings below. 

The enormous beast walked past them, its steps heavy. 

Rhaegar's detached voice cut through the stillness: 

"Go fetch your leader. I'll wait here." 

Seated high on the dragon's back, Rhaegar didn't even look back as he issued his command to the remaining patrol. 

"M-monster…" 

The pathetic group, paralyzed by fear after seeing their comrade devoured, scrambled to their feet. 

Rhaegar's words sounded like a devil's whisper in their ears. 

Screaming in panic, they fled in all directions. 

Rhaegar didn't stop them. 

Through their frantic cries, the entire camp was roused, with people converging toward the center. 

*Rustle, rustle…* 

Not long after, a group of ragged wildlings, armed with weapons, swarmed over like a hive of bees. 

When they saw Rhaegar and his Devourer, they immediately stopped in their tracks, not daring to take a single step closer. 

"What... what kind of monstrous beast is this?" 

The timid among them fell to their knees, unable to even muster the thought of resisting. 

At the forefront of the wildling mob stood a few burly men, clearly leaders of their tribes. These were the chiefs, men Rhaegar had seen during the day. 

One of them, insignificant as an ant in the shadow of the mighty dragon, stood trembling, looking up at Rhaegar in utter terror. 

Rhaegar's gaze swept over them silently, one by one. 

Finally, his eyes settled on the wildling chief who had shoved him earlier. 

"It's you, isn't it?" 

Rhaegar tilted his head, ignoring the wildlings who nearly ran for their lives at his mere words, and pointed directly at one of them. 

It was a burly wildling with a face full of scars. 

Rhaegar remembered him well—he was the one who had stolen his bracelet. 

"W-What?" 

The wildling chief stammered, his voice shaking as he instinctively shrank back. 

"You took my possession. Return it," Rhaegar said calmly, beckoning with his hand. 

The chief froze for a moment before coming to his senses. He grabbed a wildling woman by his side, then hastily rummaged through his leather pouch to retrieve a silver-gray bracelet. 

With a thud, he fell to his knees, offering it up with trembling hands. 

"Y-Your... your possession." 

Rhaegar didn't move. Instead, he tossed Sandor's severed head at the chief's feet and said softly, "Take this. Clean it, and make it into a wine flask." 

"Yes..." 

The wildling chief nodded frantically, staring blankly at the severed head on the ground, too frightened to move. 

Rhaegar patted the Devourer's back and said, "Help me out, buddy." 

The dragon let out a thunderous roar, silencing the crowd of wildlings, all of whom dropped to their knees in fear. 

But the dragon didn't unleash its flames. 

Its long tail swept forward, wrapping around the wildling chief and lifting him off the ground, depositing him directly in front of Rhaegar. 

Rhaegar took the bracelet from the chief's trembling hands and waved dismissively. 

With a flick of its tail, the dragon hurled the chief to the ground. 

He rolled several times, landing unconscious in the dirt. 

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Whether you live or die is up to you." 

Rhaegar glanced at the chief indifferently before shifting his gaze to the remaining wildlings. 

The dragon sensed his intent. 

It raised its head high and let out a deafening roar, unleashing a torrent of green dragonfire that illuminated half the valley and raised the surrounding temperature dramatically. 

The sound of crackling flames filled the air. 

In an instant, the wildlings' morale shattered. 

They fell to their knees in unison, discarding their weapons as they fearfully and reverently chanted words like "God" and "Fire God." 

Rhaegar ignored their pleas, his voice cold as he commanded, "Who is the leader of the White Pine Tribe? Step forward!" 

Though his tone wasn't loud, it drowned out the chaotic cries of the wildlings. 

Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd until fear compelled them to push a young man forward. 

The leader of the White Pine Tribe was a tall, strong, and resolute wildling with a determined expression. 

Rhaegar's expression didn't change as he asked, "Many wildling tribes participated in the attack on the Falcon Tribe. Who orchestrated it?" 

"It was me! We gathered because of the curse of the evil spirits," the leader said, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to answer despite his fear. 

"Good. I like your honesty," Rhaegar replied, nodding in approval. He gently stroked the Devourer's back and said in Valyrian, "Dragonfire." 

The wildlings couldn't understand the High Valyrian words and stared at Rhaegar in confusion. 

The next moment, green dragonfire engulfed the White Pine leader in an instant. 

In a flash, his flesh and blood turned to ash, leaving nothing behind. 

Rhaegar kept his head lowered, not bothering to watch the scene. 

It was easy to kill someone, but he didn't enjoy it. 

Still, he had promised the Falcon Tribe that he would avenge them. 

A Targaryen always keeps their word. 

"Run! Run for your lives! That boy is a demon—he's come to kill us all with his monster!" 

The dragonfire triggered a mix of panic and desperation among some wildlings. 

Though they didn't dare attack Rhaegar or the dragon, they picked up their weapons and fled in a frenzy. 

Rhaegar watched them with an emotionless gaze, then parted his lips slightly. "Dragonfire." 

The Devourer spread its wings and took to the skies, its massive shadow covering the fleeing wildlings below. 

Its throat glowed ominously as it prepared to unleash its flames. 

With a mocking snarl, it sprayed the fleeing wildlings with dragonfire. 

Their terrified screams echoed briefly before silence fell. 

In mere moments, not a single escapee survived. 

Bored by the lack of resistance, the Devourer circled the valley, looking down on the wildlings with disdain. 

At this moment, the wildlings' weakness was laid bare. 

Witnessing the overwhelming power of the dragon, the surviving wildlings had no choice but to kneel and beg for mercy. 

High above, Rhaegar sat astride his dragon, soaring through the night sky and observing the chaos below. 

To be honest, he couldn't understand a word the wildlings were saying. 

Though they used a common tongue, their dialects varied so greatly that it all sounded like gibberish to him. 

Rhaegar enjoyed the night wind against his face. The tranquility it brought gave him a profound sense of security. 

The Devourer circled the valley twice, wantonly spewing flames to vent its rider's emotions. 

After a while, Rhaegar came back to his senses. 

Glancing down at the kneeling wildlings, he ordered, "Bring the people of the Falcon Tribe here safely. Detain all members of the White Pine Tribe." 

"Yes, Great Spirit! We are willing to serve you..." 

At this moment, whether they were chiefs or simple wildlings, they all prostrated themselves in submission. 

Under the shadow of a dragon's wings, all were equal. 

Rhaegar pointed at the charred corpses scattered across the ground and said with displeasure, "Collect the bodies. Burn them together later." 

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