Chapter 568: A Mother’s Temper

"No, Dany!"

Jeyne was horrified, as if someone had grabbed her heart and squeezed it. At the top of the Dragonpit, the chains were tightly woven.

"Roar!"

A young dragon with silvery scales and a slender body roared in a high-pitched voice, soaring around the Dragonpit.

"No! Listen to my commands!"

Daenerys's pale face was full of panic, her eyes barely open against the wind. Stormcloud was ill-tempered, and it flew faster and faster with its rider. It soared into the sky, the clouds obscuring Daenerys's mouth. She screamed loudly, gulping down clouds, choking and coughing.

"Roar!"

Stormcloud leapt above the clouds, the sun reflecting off its silver scales, making it look like a magnificent dragon made of white crystal. It gave Daenerys no time to catch her breath. Its golden pupils flickered, and the dragon tilted its head back, turning a full circle and plummeting straight down like a shooting star.

Hula—

The strong wind blew, Daenerys's little face turning red as she struggled to scream. She instinctively clutched the gaps between the scales with her small hands, not letting go of the dragon's back. Many in the Dragonpit witnessed this scene. Jeyne's eyes widened in horror, seeing her daughter's silver hair whipping in the air and half of her body hanging precariously.

"No!"

She cried out, her voice piercing. Unable to bear it any longer, Jeyne rushed out of the Dragonpit, desperation in every step.

"Wait a little longer."

A gentle hand grabbed her. Jeyne turned sharply to see Helaena, her eyes vacant as she looked up at the silver-white dragon in the sky.

"Dragons don't harm their riders," Helaena muttered.

No one can ride a dragon without permission. Of course, that doesn't apply to a certain brave boy who jumped from a great height as a child...

"Listen to my commands..."

Stormcloud plunged down from the clouds, his eyes full of excitement, ignoring the rider's shouts. The rider called out for a long time, but no command was given.

"Listen to my command!"

Daenerys opened her eyes wide, biting her lower lip, and suddenly shouted, "Stormcloud, Dragonfire!!"

"Dracarys... Dracarys..."

Her voice was clear and rang out with the wind. Stormcloud's golden pupils widened, and its body shook violently, slowing its descent. But the command had already been given.

"Roar!"

In the next moment, Stormcloud roared loudly, spewing a large ball of silver-white Dragonfire from its mouth.

Boom!

Dragonfire rolled and surged, and the man and dragon plunged into it, breaking free in an instant.

Roar!

Stormcloud's golden pupils narrowed, its wings closing slightly. With a crackling sound, the iron bridge creaked. Stormcloud glided smoothly, its belly touching the iron chains as it passed.

Inside the Dragonpit, Jeyne's jaw dropped at the sight of the young dragon's scales, as bright as silver foil, and then only the tip of its tail, which was growing a dorsal fin.

"Dany!" Baelon exclaimed, looking up and seeing the figure on the dragon's back.

"Roar!"

A roar like the cracking of a silver bottle, and the silver-white young dragon disappeared in a flash. In an instant, everyone's hearts were in their throats again.

"Hahaha~~"

Suddenly, the laughter of the little girl echoed in the air. Hoo—

The silver-white dragon soared once again to the top of the Dragonpit, its golden pupils shining brightly. The speed of its flight had clearly slowed down.

"Stormcloud, higher!"

Compared to the gentle back of the dragon, Daenerys finally straightened her back, her eyes full of surprise.

"Roar!"

Stormcloud let out a low roar, as if in response to his rider. Soon, Daenerys felt a gust of wind and the blue sky above her head getting closer and closer.

"Stormcloud, faster!"

Daenerys clasped her hands tightly on the scales, her face flushed with excitement. Her bright purple eyes, free of fear, glowed with a light of freedom. For some reason, when she was about to lose her grip and fall off the dragon's back, the name "Stormcloud" came to mind, as if it had been engraved in her brain.

"It's so hot," Daenerys muttered, her face turning redder, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. She had almost fainted. Could it be a side effect?

"Roar!"

Stormcloud glanced back at the rider, flapped his wings, and flew up into the sky, circling a few clouds to cool down. Daenerys noticed this and felt dizzy.

"Thank you, Stormcloud."

What a thoughtful young dragon. Stormcloud's golden pupils flashed with a hint of doubt as it crashed into two clouds, slowly descending. If it didn't descend, the rider would fall...

Dragonpit, main hall.

"Dany." Jeyne muttered, looking at the suddenly friendly silver dragon with surprise. Even the old Dragonkeeper was stunned, muttering in High Valyrian, "The dragon has recognized its master..."

There was no denying it, as they watched the silver dragon slowly descend. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, their hearts settling back into their chests. However, one wave of trouble was followed by another.

"Roar!" Iragaxys roared angrily, its pupils fixed on Grey Ghost and Stormcloud in midair, its mouth spewing out jet-black Dragonfire. It was furious, and no one was safe.

"Roar!" Grey Ghost's pupils filled with annoyance, its wings pointed forward, ready to teach its disobedient little brother a lesson. The Dragonkeepers surrounded the two dragons, their faces tense, afraid to approach.

"Lady, leave now," the old Dragonkeeper urged, raising his hand to persuade her again. Jeyne, momentarily dazed, did not refuse his kindness.

"Suppress them, Dreamfyre!" A gentle voice came from her ear as Helaena silently gave the command.

Boom! The light blue dragon in the corner suddenly opened its eyes, standing up with its wings supporting the floor, shaking. Helaena glanced at it and whispered, "It's coming."

"Who's coming?" Jeyne looked at Dreamfyre blankly, not understanding what she meant. Helaena turned her head away and reinforced the command: "Suppress them!"

"Roar..." Dreamfyre's pupils narrowed, and it growled angrily. Its huge body rushed out like a collapsing mountain.

Bang! Iragaxys didn't have time to resist, and was pinned down by the light blue dragon's claw that fell from the sky. The claw gripped its neck tightly, the sharp edges piercing through the black scales.

"Roar!" Dreamfyre, enraged, swayed its massive body, its long tail lashing out into the air. Grey Ghost was about to flee, but the light blue tail, as thick as its neck, came flying at it.

Boom! Grey Ghost didn't even have time to scream, knocked unconscious, flapping its wings and falling.

Helaena watched quietly, directing from the side: "Gently, Dreamfyre."

After swallowing the Dragon's Essence, Dreamfyre's size had broken the age limit, reaching an astonishing length of over 100 meters. Among its peers, only Cannibal could keep up with it. Even Vermithor was only slightly inferior.

"Amazing." Baelon was very surprised, admiringly saying, "Aunt, Dreamfyre is amazing."

"It's not ready to be ridden yet," Helaena tilted her head, saying frankly, "I still have many years to live. You'll have to find another dragon to tame."

"Uh..." Baelon was so shocked by this that he almost peed his pants. He didn't mean that!

Suddenly, a voice called out from the Dragonpit.

"Baelon!"

Baelon turned around to see two white chariots pull up simultaneously. Rhaenyra jumped off her chariot and ran into the Dragonpit, worry etched on her face.

"Baelon, are you okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

From the other chariot, Rhaegar, looking anxious, helped Viserys down slowly.

"Don't worry about me. Look at them first," Viserys gasped, waving his hand.

Rhaegar didn't delay, handing his father over to Erryk, the captain of the Kingsguard, and quickly entering the Dragonpit. Rhaenyra was even faster, grabbing Baelon, who was covered in dust and dirt.

Rhaegar looked around and saw Dreamfyre holding down two dragons, with two charred corpses on the ground.

Anna's tears flowed freely, and she shook her head vigorously.

Rhaegar could do nothing but hold his sobbing daughter in his arms. He asked the old Dragonkeeper, "What happened? Why did the young dragons riot?"

"Your Grace, the young dragons have been very restless lately," the old Dragonkeeper replied, trembling with fear. "To help them get through this period of restlessness, they were put in shackles and chains."

"Stupid!" Rhaegar shouted angrily, "Since I was a child chains were forbidden in the Dragonpit!"

"I'm sorry, Your Grace," the old Dragonkeeper lowered his head in shame, not daring to contradict him.

Rhaegar searched back and forth, restraining his anger. "Where is Maester Maynard? Where is the Dragonpit Maester in the middle of such a big event?"

"Maester Maynard is not here," a young Dragonkeeper whispered, "The Maester is teaching at the royal academy. It's Maynard's turn in the last two weeks."

"Damn it." Rhaegar was furious. He had heard the dragon roaring at the Red Keep and accidentally let a silver dragon hatchling fly out. He had been discussing taxes with his father when they both rushed to the Dragonpit.

"Roar!" A neighing came from the sky as Stormcloud floated past, landing outside the Bronze Gates.

"Stormcloud?" Rhaegar was taken aback. Then he saw the small figure on the dragon's back and suddenly realized, "It's Dany, she tamed Stormcloud."

At this moment, Stormcloud obediently lowered its head, allowing its rider to dismount. Daenerys was reluctant to leave, looking at the people inside the Dragonpit, her face full of nervousness. She had snuck into the Dragonpit and almost been eaten by a dragon. She was going to get scolded.

Rhaegar looked at his eldest daughter, who was safe and sound, and let out a sigh of relief. He then turned to Baelon and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No," Baelon replied, his face full of apprehension.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and lifted her eldest son's sleeve to reveal a row of blisters. "How could this happen?"

Jeyne was shocked and reached out to touch Baelon's wound.

Pop! Rhaenyra slapped her hand away, warning, "Don't touch him, or the next slap will be in your face."

"I didn't know, Rhaenyra," Jeyne panicked and hurriedly explained, "Anna startled the baby dragon, and Baelon tried to stop it. It was an accident."

Anna huddled in Rhaegar's arms, her little body trembling as she repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

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