Recalling the past.
Viserys had his fair share of romantic escapades.
Why is my eldest son so serious?
After a brief hesitation, Viserys subtly said, **"Rhaegar, when I was your age, Daemon and I had already visited most of the brothels in King's Landing."**
Rhaegar pressed his lips together and remained silent.
**"Damn it!"**
Seeing no reaction from his son, Viserys cursed inwardly.
To be fair, it wasn't really Rhaegar's fault.
Typically, when a Targaryen male reached puberty, an older brother or cousin would take him to a brothel for his "initiation."
But Rhaegar was the eldest of his generation.
He had no older brothers or cousins, just one—Laenor.
As for younger siblings, he had a few, but apart from Aegon, they weren't old enough for such matters.
Viserys couldn't expect Aegon to take Rhaegar for an initiation.
That boy feared Rhaegar like a mouse fears a cat—he'd rather stay as far away as possible.
After some thought, Viserys decided this situation couldn't continue.
He needed to take action to ensure his heir would continue the bloodline.
Viserys hinted, **"Pay attention to where Aegon usually goes. Try visiting some of those places yourself—I won't hold it against you."**
Rhaegar immediately looked up, staring blankly at his father.
Is my father encouraging me to visit brothels?
**"Father… Aegon's tastes… I don't think I can handle them."**
Rhaegar hesitated as he spoke.
**"Seven Hells!"**
Viserys threw his head back with a sigh and scolded, **"Places like that have all kinds of women! Aegon even has a bastard already."**
**"Aegon has a bastard!?"**
Rhaegar's eyes widened in shock.
How old is Aegon?
He already has an illegitimate child?
**"Hmph. That boy is reckless—there's nothing he wouldn't do,"** Viserys scoffed before continuing, **"Tomorrow, I'll have Laenor prepare a list of noble ladies of suitable age. You can take your pick."**
**"But… what about Rhaenyra?"**
Rhaegar felt uneasy about this.
Viserys immediately dismissed the concern, **"Forget about Rhaenyra for now. We'll find you a betrothal candidate first—then we'll decide who you should marry!"**
Rhaenyra's indecisiveness about marriage infuriated Viserys.
His eldest son's marriage had to be planned ahead of time.
Once he reached the right age, he would marry immediately—no delays.
Continuing the family bloodline was his responsibility.
**"I'll leave it to you, Father."**
Rhaegar had no reason to object and agreed.
His view on marriage remained unchanged.
Whether it was family tradition, love at first sight, or a political alliance—he was willing to accept any of them.
Afterward, Viserys continued to educate his son on a series of topics.
---
Unknowingly, dawn arrived.
Viserys sat back in his chair, deeply asleep. A blanket draped over his shoulders, his soft snores filling the room.
Rhaegar, too, had fallen asleep at the table, one hand gripping a Valyrian steel sword.
The father and son had talked through the entire night.
Rhaegar had endured it all for the sake of uncovering the mysteries of Blackfyre.
Suddenly, a voice echoed, waking Rhaegar from his light sleep.
**"Exploration complete. Please retrieve the lost treasure."**
Rhaegar groggily lifted his head and glanced around.
The explorer's panel automatically appeared before him.
**[Blackfyre]**
**Exploration Progress: 100%**
**"It's morning… the exploration is complete,"** Rhaegar muttered as he rubbed his face, trying to wake up.
In his hand was Blackfyre.
On the table, a purple glow the size of a grapefruit hovered in the air.
Unfazed, Rhaegar reached out and touched it.
**Pop!**
The purple glow burst like a bubble, scattering flecks of light that slowly faded away.
**"Relic successfully retrieved, analyzing..."**
**"Analysis complete. Determined to be an Epic Relic: King's Gaze."**
Hearing the notification, Rega's face lit up with joy. He murmured, **"As expected, it's an Epic-tier relic. A real treasure."**
He opened his status panel. A purple eye floated in midair—empty and lifeless.
Beneath the eye, a line of small text provided a hint:
**"A king has more than just one pair of eyes. What he sees comes from multiple perspectives."**
Rega frowned slightly, puzzled by the message. He hadn't expected the relic's activation to have such a requirement.
Staring at the unblinking purple eye, he tilted his head in confusion.
On impulse, he decided to try extracting the eye.
In the next moment, the purple eye transformed into a streak of light and shot into his forehead.
**"Damn!"**
Rega jumped in shock. Quickly, he grabbed a cup of water and used it as a mirror to check his reflection.
No third eye.
He reached up and touched his forehead. No bumps, no changes—his skin was as smooth as ever.
**"Whew... scared me for a second. I thought I was going to grow a third eye."**
Rega let out a breath of relief. Cold sweat had already soaked through the back of his shirt.
Then, the notification sounded again.
**"Congratulations, King's Gaze has been activated. You have acquired..."**
**[Dream Vision]**
- **Grade:** Legendary (Red)
- **Effect:** Grants you the ability to retain self-awareness in dreams.
- **Evaluation:** "A unique relic combined with a unique talent—you now possess a special perspective."
Before Rega could react, a sudden shiver ran through him.
His previous drowsiness vanished instantly. He felt wide awake, his mind sharp and clear.
Memories that had once been hazy now became vivid.
Looking out the window, he could clearly see the carved cracks on the stone bricks of the city wall—despite being dozens of meters away.
Rega touched the corner of his eye and murmured to himself, **"Enhanced memory... and improved vision."**
A suspicion formed in his mind. **This probably isn't even the true ability of[Dream Vision]—just an additional side effect.**
Legendary relics were incredibly rare.
So far, he had only obtained two: **[Blood and Fire As One]** and **[True Dragon's Blood].**
Both had laid a solid foundation for him.
Thinking for a moment, he pulled up his personal status panel.
**[Rega Targaryen]**
- **Talents:** Dreamer (Gold), Longevity (Green)
- **Bloodline:** Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord (39%)
- **Skills:** Mastery in Swordsmanship, Mastery in Spearmanship, Proficiency in Ancient Valyrian Language…
- **Relics:** Blood and Fire As One, True Dragon's Blood, Dream Vision…
- **Evaluation:** "Your talent has been further unlocked. Use it wisely—seek benefits and avoid harm."
**"I need to experiment with this."**
Rega clicked his tongue, stretched lazily, and stood up.
After sleeping half the night slumped over his desk, his body felt stiff.
He picked up **Blackfyre**, carefully hung it back on the wall, stored away **Dragonclaw**, and quietly stepped out of the room.
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### Three Days Later
**Red Keep, Throne Room.**
Rhaenys stood at the center of the grand hall, dressed in a ceremonial robe of black and red. The hall was packed with nobles and officials.
Today was her investiture as the **Prince of Dragons.**
King Viserys stood before the Iron Throne, clad in his royal regalia, wearing his crown, and holding the legendary sword **Blackfyre**.
Under the watchful eyes of the gathered nobility, he maintained a solemn expression and proclaimed loudly:
**"Lords and ladies, the Targaryen dynasty has ruled for 118 years, with our royal bloodline passing from generation to generation."**
**"Today, as Viserys I, I establish a new office exclusive to the Targaryen family."**
**"—The Prince of Dragons!"**
As his words fell, applause erupted throughout the hall.
Holding her head high with pride, Rhaenys strode forward.
Three meters from the throne, she halted and knelt on one knee.
Viserys raised Blackfyre, resting its blade gently on her shoulder as he spoke solemnly:
**"Rhaenys Targaryen, I name you the first Prince of Dragons, granting you the authority to oversee the royal bloodline and uphold the conduct of House Targaryen!"**
**"By your command, Your Grace!"**
Rhaenys remained calm and composed, bowing her head as she accepted the honor.
Viserys chuckled softly, sheathed Blackfyre, and extended a hand to help her rise.
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**(End of Chapter)**