Viserys gave his daughter a pat on the shoulder and said gently, "Don't worry, you still have a long way to go. Sooner or later, you'll learn how to become a person with power."
"I'm sorry, father."
Feeling her father's deep love for her, Rhaenyra's eyes turned red, and she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
"No matter, a father should remove difficulties and obstacles and pave a smooth path for his children," Viserys smoothed her hair tips and comforted her gently.
Upon hearing her father's words, Rhaenyra felt even more uneasy and squirmed in his embrace.
"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, don't let Baelon see you joke," Viserys joked.
"Hmph, he wouldn't dare," Rhaenyra snorted unsatisfied and obediently let go of her father's arms.
"What do you think?" Finally, he looked threateningly at Baelon.
Baelon, who had no sense of participation: ...
He was truly speechless.
The family was having a good time chatting, and suddenly the two of them started flirting, making me feel embarrassed to be alone on the side!
"What more do you want from me?" Viserys hugged Baelon and reminded him, "Don't intimidate your brother; he's much more talented than you in some aspects."
Rhaenyra didn't commit and turned her head unsatisfied.
Viserys smiled and asked Baelon, "Tell your sister what you learned from this incident."
"Do you really want me to say it?" Baelon looked hesitantly at his sister.
"Of course, excellent qualities should not be buried," affirmed Viserys.
Baelon nodded and said slowly, "A condensed phrase appeared in my dream, called 'killing with a borrowed knife!'"
"Killing with a borrowed knife?" Viserys was startled to hear the words and understood this unheard-of phrase.
After a long silence, he laughed and said, "Yes, it's a borrowed knife to kill someone."
"It's such a profound phrase, condensing a lot of wisdom," Viserys said to Rhaenyra, "What do you think? Do you see how wise your brother is?"
"Everyone dreams; Rhaegar's dream is just weirder," Rhaenyra's pride made her reluctant to admit that she wasn't as good as Baelon.
"No, Rhaegar's dream wasn't normal. Do you remember Denith the Dreamwalker?" Viserys said seriously.
"Denith Targaryen, the girl known as Dreamwalker, relied on dream prophecies to save the Targaryen family," Rhaenyra easily recounted her origins.
Viserys touched Baelon's forehead and said softly, "I used to pay little attention to you. Until the last six months, Ilic informed me that you often have nightmares."
"I think that should be the sign of a dreamwalker."
Baelon did not deny it, and whispered, "Perhaps, but I dislike this talent. Nightmares make me feel miserable."
"Baelon, listen to me," Viserys was particularly serious, "Our family has produced many knights, many dragons, but Dreamwalkers are rare."
"Compared to the ability to predict dreams, what is the intimidation of dragons?"
"All your dreams, including sweet dreams and nightmares, may contain some kind of warning, and you should accept it gladly. Treat each dream rationally."
Baelon leaned into Viserys's arms.
You can clearly feel your father's body trembling slightly, which is caused by the emotion that cannot be hidden.
When he raised his head, he saw tears in his father's eyes. "When your sister was little, I had a dream. It will always be engraved in my mind, and I will never forget it."
"I worked hard to pursue that dream and fought hard for it, even after paying a high price, we still gained nothing."
At this point, Viserys took a deep breath and said, "Now that you have a healthy body and the talents I dreamed of, I should be content."
"Come on, remember my words, don't live up to your talent and consider it a burden!"
Looking at his helpless father, Baelon remained silent and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
"I will, father," Baelon silently said in his heart.
After discussing the topic of the eldest son, Viserys knew it was out of control and had no intention of continuing the conversation.
He told the siblings to return to their rooms and rest, wanting to be alone.
...
After leaving the study, the siblings wandered aimlessly down the long corridor.
Rhaenyra suddenly asked, "Can your dreams really predict prophecies?"
"Most of the time, they're strange fragments that are hard for me to understand," Baelon was honest and polite.
"Seriously, what have you been dreaming about?" Rhaenyra stopped and knelt down to look at Baelon.
Baelon shifted awkwardly, and an idea crossed his mind, thinking about what happened last night.
Pretending to be mysterious, he said, "I had a dream last night, and it was so terrifying it woke me up."
"Tell me!"
Rhaenyra couldn't wait.
Baelon rolled his eyes and muttered, "I dreamed of an invisible and intangible dragon. It said it wanted me to be its dragon rider."
"Since it's invisible and intangible, how do you know it's a dragon?" Rhaenyra interrupted, confused.
"I heard its roar; it was very loud," Baelon said angrily. "Also, don't interrupt me when I'm talking."
"Okay, okay, go on," Rhaenyra was too lazy to argue with him. Let's just calculate.
Baelon continued, "But the dragon said it couldn't meet me yet because there's something repulsive to it in King's Landing."
"What is it?" Rhaenyra couldn't help but ask.
Baelon said seriously, "The dragon's lair!"
"Why, the dragon's lair has existed for many years, and many dragons have nested there, including my Syrax?" Rhaenyra didn't know why when she heard it was a dragon's lair.
Baelon continued inventing, "The dragon said it belonged to the sky and the desert, and the dragon's cave was narrow and cramped, which would limit its growth."
"It also said it didn't want to use shackles or chains, like a slave."
"Did the dragon really tell you that? Yeah, you're making this up, aren't you?" Rhaenyra was deeply suspicious and looked at Baelon distrustfully.
"Believe it or not, this is what happens in dreams," Baelon freed himself from Rhaenyla's bonds and hummed softly, "I'll tell my father about this; I think he won't doubt my dream."
"Yes, but since the establishment of the dragon's lair, the maesters have taken care of it very well, and there has never been an error," Rhaenyra said about the objective factors.
"How do you know there are no wrongdoings among the unmarried?" Baelon speculated maliciously about the unmarried
from the old city.
From start to finish, he didn't like the unmarried wearing rings around their necks.
"Maybe you're right. Father said you should believe in your dreams," Rhaenyra didn't argue and encouraged her brother to pay attention to his dreams.
Dreamwalker is an ancient talent, and every Targaryen who possesses this talent cannot speculate with common sense.
She didn't want to discourage her brother.
The siblings chatted for a while, then parted ways and returned to their rooms.
...
Baelon lowered his head and advanced; the door to the room wasn't far away.
He was still thinking about Dreamwalker.
It is expressed on the system panel
[Baelon Targaryen]
Talents: Dreamer (gold), Longevity (green)
Lineage: Dragon King of ancient Valyria (12%)
Skills: Old Valyrian Language (Mastery)...
Relic: Blood and Fire (Fire Resistance +50%)
Evaluation: "The rich lineage of the Dragon King stands out even in the ancient Valyrian period."
Viserys's greatest dream is to become a Dreamwalker and possess the ability to predict.
Because he once dreamed he had a son in the light of fire, with a conqueror's crown.