Chapter 28 Rumors

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

The sea was rough.

The wind howled incessantly.

The frail figure of Baelon climbed a coconut tree and stared at the water rising with panic.

The cold water flooded his ankles and slowly engulfed his calves.

He wanted to scream for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound no matter what.

Rumble:

A bolt of lightning struck from the dark sky, like a silver bottle exploding, deafening.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and suddenly it began to rain heavily, sweeping away the defenseless Baelon.

"It's so cold. Where is this?"

The cold rain soaked Baelon's skin and emotions surged in his heart.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Along with a thunderclap, the roar of a giant beast came from the horizon, echoing continuously.

Baelon raised his head in incomprehension and, with the light of a lightning bolt, saw a huge creature piercing through the thick dark clouds, flapping its wings and soaring into the distance.

Baelon wanted to see the giant beast clearly, but only the loud sound of rain filled his ears.

The rain ran down his face and Baelon raised his hand to wipe it away.

When he opened his eyes again, the giant beast had flown back without knowing when, spreading its wings and heading towards the island where it landed.

"Ah! Don't come here!?"

A huge blurry shadow enveloped his head. Baelon couldn't help but shout and his vision darkened.

The next second.

Baelon opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"What!"

His chest heaved violently, Baelon's nerves were tense, and he looked around in fear.

What caught his attention was the familiar arrangement of the room.

After being stunned for a while, Baelon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and collapsed on the bed, his voice full of fear:

"Damn it, it's another nightmare, and it's even connected to the last time!"

Obviously, it was all past nightmares. A new one updates every few days.

This dream appeared in Baelon's dream for two consecutive nights, which was really too much for him.

Baelon sighed: "Maybe this is what I think about every day and dream about at night!"

Yesterday, he was flipping through ancient books until dawn, thinking all the time about the dreamer.

Now it's better, the nightmare is over.

"Everything is different, there must be a demon. Continuous dreams are always rare, and they definitely have some kind of prophetic nature."

Baelon pulled his hair and muttered annoyedly.

...

After washing up, the servant brought bread + milk + fried eggs as usual.

"Are you going to watch the tournament today, prince?"

After taking the last sip of milk, Ilic entered just in time.

Baelon gently wiped the milk stains from his mouth and calmly said, "There's nothing to see. Let's go to the Dragon's Den. I haven't been there yet."

"Alright," nodded Ilic in a deep voice.

Before leaving, Baelon took a piece of drawing paper from the table and carefully rolled it up.

The Dragon's Den is not close to the Red Keep, so the attendants had prepared the carriage in advance and set off on their way.

Leaving the Red Keep and entering King's Landing City.

Ilic glanced at Baelon from time to time, as if hesitating to speak.

Tired of being stared at, Baelon asked, "Sir, is my dress wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, I just feel like you're a bit down today."

Ilic expressed doubts.

They had walked quite a distance, and it was hard not to worry about the normally cheerful prince who remained silent all the time.

Baelon's eyes were filled with fatigue and he said melancholically, "I had another nightmare."

Upon hearing this, Ilic noticed that the dark circles under the handsome prince's eyes were becoming thicker.

There's already a trend for panda eyes.

"Prince, perhaps you should seek a counselor for psychological advice. Insomnia and dreams are not a good sign."

Ilic gave advice.

Baelon smiled mysteriously, "It's not necessary. My father told me to learn to accept dreams, whether sweet or bitter."

"With all due respect, you prefer the sweet ones."

Ilic frowned slightly.

"Don't worry about me. Life is full of bitter, spicy, sour, and sweet flavors. It's not necessarily bad to taste each flavor early on."

Baelon interrupted Ilic's advice and asked where a good blacksmith was.

Elik said, "There's a good blacksmith on Silk Street. Old Orn's craftsmanship is well-known."

"Then let's go to this shop and buy something on the way."

After making a decision, Elik ordered the coachman to drive towards the destination.

...

The royal carriage is not only luxurious but also very fast.

Driving arrogantly through the streets, they entered the famous Silk Street.

They finally stopped at the door of an unassuming blacksmith shop.

Baelon opened the curtains and looked outside, and could see a strong young man hammering beside the forge, sparks flying everywhere.

"This is Old Orn's grandson and an apprentice blacksmith," mentioned Ilic, helping Baelon out of the carriage.

"Go and ask your grandfather to come out and tell him he has a distinguished guest to see him," Ilic courteously ordered, tossing a gold coin to the apprentice blacksmith.

"Yes, noble white knight."

Seeing the silver armor and white tunic, the apprentice blacksmith quickly left his work and ran into the shop.

Not long after, a short, fat, bearded old man came out.

He is the owner of this blacksmith shop.

Old Orn approached the two of them and said loudly: "Dear guest, the blacksmith Orn welcomes your arrival."

As he spoke, he bowed laboriously to Baelon.

Baelon looked at the chubby old man and secretly found him interesting.

The two faced each other, with Old Orn not much taller than Baelon, but he could fold him several times horizontally.

Baelon took out the rolled-up drawing paper and explained: "This is the design for a bracelet. I want you to make an exact one as quickly as possible."

"No problem, does it fit your wrist size?"

"Yes, this bracelet is made to replace gifts that don't fit."

After inquiring about the customer's needs, Old Orn patted his chest confidently and said, "Don't worry, just come and pick up the bracelet at sunset and it will be exactly right."

"I believe in Ilic's recommendation. Give him the payment, sir."

Baelon finished the transaction cleanly.

Old Orn didn't accept the money bag handed to him by Ilic and couldn't refuse: "I don't want money. Letting a prince use my work is already the most precious reward."

"Oh, how did you know I'm a prince? Can you also guess which prince I am?"

Baelon looked at the chubby old Orn amusedly.

Old Orn said seriously, "I've seen the king celebrating events with his second son Aegon. You're similar in age to him. You must be the eldest son of the queen, the sleeping dragon Baelon."

"Sleeping dragon? What kind of

 nickname is that? Are you talking about me?"

Baelon appreciated Old Orn's wisdom, but he didn't like the prefix on his mouth.

Old Orn immediately shut up and told himself that he had said something wrong quickly.

Seeing that he dared not say anything, Baelon looked at Ilic and said disgustedly, "Sir, when did I receive this nickname?"

Ilic looked at Old Orn with a warning tone and whispered, "Since the last time the king After the hunt in the forest, news about your natural frailty and the blessing of the white stag spread like wildfire and widely among the people."

"The king specially ordered to prohibit rumors about you, but people still couldn't stop discussing."

"Until you ascended the throne. It was the first time you received Princess Rhaenyra on her way back and the first time you appeared in front of the public, so you received this nickname."

Baelon frowned and asked, "So, does my father's restriction on my leaving the Red Keep have anything to do with this?"

"There is some reason, but the king has his own considerations, not all..."

"It's enough to have a relationship."