Chapter 30 Request Rejection

"Ride a dragon! I want you to take me flying on a dragon," Baelon couldn't wait to confide in his heart.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but laugh and rubbed her head, "I knew you had something to do with me, otherwise you wouldn't have taken the initiative to find me."

"So, my dear sister, can you accept your brother's request?" Baelon let his sister rub it, looking at her expectantly.

"To disappoint you, Uncle Daemon and I have arranged to fly to Dragonstone and back together. By then it will be too late," Rhaenyra politely declined.

"I can go to Dragonstone with you. It just so happens that I haven't returned to my clan yet. It doesn't matter if the weather is delayed," The desire to control the dragon outweighed his reason, and Baelon took Rhaenyra's hand and shook it.

Seeing the pleading in her brother's eyes, Rhaenyra hesitated. She looked at Daemon with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

Noticing her sister's expression, Baelon also looked at Daemon. He wanted to see how this generous uncle would respond.

Unexpectedly, Daemon showed an indifferent attitude and calmly said, "If he wants to go, he can go with me. However, if your father finds out that I am taking his heir and eldest son on a journey, he may not be pleased."

The meaning of these words is very clear.

I can take him there, but if something happens, who will be responsible?

A very cliché way of saying no.

Rhaenyra had no choice but to tightly hold Baelon's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Baelon."

"The distance today is really too far. Next time, my sister will take you to ride a dragon and fly around King's Landing. How about it?" Baelon was indescribably disappointed when he was rejected.

He couldn't act like Aegon since he maintained his own identity, it would be too detrimental to the prince's lofty image.

Letting go of the hand he was holding, Baelon stepped back and said with a forced smile, "Alright, then I'll wait for you to fulfill your promise."

He spoke very sensibly, but the loneliness in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"You're so good. After seeing Dragon's Lair, return early to the Red Keep and don't run around," How could Rhaenyra not see his disappointment, but thinking of the agreement with her uncle, she could only turn a blind eye.

"I'll make it up to you in the future, Baelon!" Rhaenyra thought to herself.

At that moment, the dragonborn released Syrax and informed Rhaenyra in High Valyrian.

"Princess, you can fly on Syrax."

Rhaenyra responded in the same language, "I already know."

Rhaenyra took Baelon's hand again, led him to an open space away from the dragon, and handed him over to Ilic.

She warned, "Take care of my brother and don't let him run around the dragon's lair."

Ilic nodded and said, "Yes, princess."

Finally, she touched Baelon's hair and said a few words of comfort before walking towards Syrax.

Daemon remained silent and watched the exchange between the siblings.

"Uncle, let's go," Rhaenyra mounted the dragon's back, tied a safety chain around her waist, and said to Daemon.

"I thought you would take him with you," Daemon sat on Corakxiu and conversed calmly.

"Baelon is still young. Riding a dragon and blowing the wind all day will be unbearable," Rhaenyra explained with a smile.

"You can control a dragon at the age of seven. Baelon is a child. It's beneficial to be exposed to dragons as early as possible."

What Daemon said was very fair.

Who in the Targaryen family is not a dragon rider?

"There will be opportunities in the future," Rhaenyra hated the difference between men and women, and interrupted, "Stop talking about Baelon, let's compete to see who can fly to Dragonstone first."

Daemon shrugged and fell silent indifferently.

Behind them, Baelon stood in front of the crowd and watched the two dragons flap their wings and take off, gradually disappearing into the clouds.

Ilic was always paying attention to Baelon, and he felt relieved when he saw that there wasn't much emotion under his calm face.

He wasn't the only one watching Baelon.

Menas was among the crowd, his eyes fixed on the little fists he was silently clenching behind his back.

"What a great opportunity," Menas kept calm on his face, but couldn't help shouting in his heart, his hands and feet trembling slightly.

He was tired of being underestimated.

Those maesters of noble birth looked down on him.

Even though he obviously has more knowledge than most bachelors he's seen, he still can't change their prejudices against him.

After being assigned to Dragon's Lair, he originally hoped to be recognized for his diligent work.

He even caught the attention of members of the royal family.

The Targaryen family members can control dragons, and someday a noble person may support him and rise to the sky.

It's a pity that this is a scene that only happens in dreams.

The dragon rider only needs Dragon Meng to lead the dragon, and doesn't need a bachelor to report on the dragon's food, drink, and diarrhea.

He had no access to the royal family.

And now we have an excellent opportunity in front of us.

When a young prince is ignored by his sister, isn't it the time when he needs someone to comfort and accompany him?

The premise is that what you do must be interesting enough.

Accurately control the psychological needs of the young prince.

With thousands of thoughts running through his mind, Menas gathered his courage and trembled:

"Prince, don't you want to see a dragon? There's also a giant dragon called Menghuo in the dragon's lair, which is bigger and older than the other two. It's been around for a longer time."

Baelon looked after hearing this and found that the young bachelor's face was pale, his voice trembling, and he nervously swallowed.

He didn't pay attention to this little thing.

As an illegitimate child, taking the initiative to communicate with an unreachable prince was already under great pressure.

But his offer had appeal.

"Take me to see it," Baelon's voice was calm, showing an attitude that didn't allow refusal.

Ilic wanted to dissuade him, but Baelon turned to look at him with cold eyes.

Ilic immediately lowered his head, not wanting to offend the prince who was in a bad mood.

He knew the prince had been in a very bad mood since morning.

"Let's go, we still have a long journey today," Baelon took the initiative, brushed aside the dragon man who couldn't understand common language, and descended the stairs under Menas's lead.

There are many nests built by dragons in the Dragon's Cave.

Most of it is underground to prevent the dragon from hitting the roof and causing it to collapse.

After receiving instructions from Baelon, Menas smiled to himself.

As

 he led the way, he used all the vocabulary he had learned in his life to tell Baelon about the beauty and power of the dragon "Dream Fire."

Menghuo is a violent dragoness who once laid several dragon eggs.

The dragon egg in Baelon's hand came from Dreamfire.

"Dragons hatch their offspring by laying eggs, but the strange thing is that dragons don't have gender, and the distinction people make between male and female dragons is erroneous," Menas cheerfully spoke about dragon knowledge to show off his knowledge.

"So dragons reproduce asexually?" Baelon continued boredly.

Menas smiled and said, "I don't know. King Renrui's mounts Vermisor and Silver Wing are a well-known pair, which is different from other solitary dragons."

"Alright, bachelor, I've heard enough about dragons. When will I get to see Dreamfire's lair?" After going back and forth on some inconclusive topics, Baelon impatiently interrupted.

"I'm sorry, Prince," Menas apologized repeatedly, humbly to the core, and nervously said, "But we have arrived at the entrance to Dreamfire's Lair, and we won't waste any more of your time."

After hearing what he said, Baelon found that they had traveled a long way through the tunnel.

A huge hole appeared in front of him and the dark shadow made it impossible to see his fingers.