We have no grudge against the Wildlings!"
Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice, "Wildlings and the first men are both human. It's just that one was born inside the Wall and the other outside!"
Viserys Targaryen sighed, "Now, the Seven Kingdoms are desolate, sparsely populated, and there's plenty of land to cultivate!"
Hearing this, Aegon Targaryen finally let go of the trembling Wildling Woman at his feet.
"Long live His Majesty!"
Tormund quickly pulled the red-haired Wildling Woman and thanked him loudly.
Not long after, having settled the Wildlings hiding in the Kingsguard, Viserys Targaryen stood quietly in the Kingsguard's square.
The torches around flickered, and the three dragon eggs were covered with fine scales, glowing with a dull luster in the swaying firelight.
They lay silently on the obsidian altar, like ancient beasts that had slept for a thousand years.
Viserys Targaryen extended his pale, almost transparent fingers and gently stroked the warm surface of the dragon eggs.
"The bloodline of the true dragon is destined to incinerate everything and be reborn into the world."
Viserys Targaryen murmured to himself.
He closed his eyes and began to chant the incantations etched deep within his bloodline.
At first, it was a whisper, gradually turning into a roar.
The surrounding temperature suddenly soared, the flames of the torches danced wildly, casting twisted shadows all around.
The air gradually filled with the scent of sulfur and ash, as if he had returned to the Doom.
"Blood for blood, fire for fire."
Viserys Targaryen cut his palm, and blood dripped onto the dragon eggs, making a sizzling sound.
With each drop of blood, the dragon eggs vibrated once, as if something was struggling within them.
Aegon Targaryen stood in the corner, his hands clasped tightly to his chest, with both anticipation and fear in his eyes.
He saw his uncle's silver hair move without wind, and saw a dark red glow emanating from beneath his pale skin, like lava flowing beneath a glacier.
"Awaken!"
Viserys Targaryen roared, his voice no longer sounding human.
The first crack appeared on the largest dragon egg, fine lines spreading like a spiderweb.
Then came the second, and the third.
Blinding white light emanated from the cracks, stinging everyone's eyes.
Then, all sound vanished.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Viserys Targaryen saw the three dragon eggs shatter in absolute silence, slowly spinning.
What emerged from the broken eggshells were not three Hatchling Dragons, but a blinding light.
That light was breathing, growing, transforming.
When the light faded, the creature that appeared on the altar made everyone hold their breath.
It had three heads, three pairs of eyes, and six wings.
Each head emitted a different low growl; one exhaled frost, one breathed golden flames, and the last silently watched its creator.
Viserys Targaryen stumbled back, exhausted, until his back hit a cold tree trunk before he let out a long sigh.
Viserys Targaryen succeeded!
He injected the dragon soul of Sunfyre into the newborn dragon eggs, successfully creating a new monstrous creature, one far surpassing any recorded in the Targaryen Family's history!
The three-headed dragon slowly lowered its heads, cautiously approaching his face.
Viserys Targaryen could see his pale reflection in its slit pupils, so small, so fragile.
"Sunfyre, I am Viserys Targaryen, a true dragon's descendant."
Viserys Targaryen said to the three Hatchling Dragons, forcing himself to remain calm.
At this moment, he no longer had the true dragon's bloodline from the Targaryen Family within him!
However, the mental link unique to a Dragonrider and his mount, Sunfyre, still existed!
Just then, the three Hatchling Dragons shook their three heads; two heads completely ignored Viserys, while the other golden head grinned, as if it were smiling at Viserys Targaryen.
"It's done!"
Viserys Targaryen's furrowed brow finally relaxed.
As long as Sunfyre's consciousness existed within the three fire dragons, Viserys Targaryen could still command the giant dragons as a mortal!
"Your Majesty, good news, good news!"
Just as Viserys Targaryen rejoiced over his newly acquired dragon companion, Varys, the Spider, rushed over with a letter.
"Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, has betrayed Tywin Lannister, and now all of the Lannister family, except for Jaime Lannister who is away and Tyrion, the Imp, who is missing, have been apprehended!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.
No one expected that Tywin Lannister, that cunning Old Lion, would also be betrayed by his most trusted vassal, just like King Aerys Targaryen!
Upon hearing this news, some nobles looked ashen, while others expressed deep regret.
From ancient times, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a tree falls, its leaves scatter!
Facing the triumphant return of the Targaryen Family, Tywin Lannister's defeat was already sealed!
"Your Majesty, with Stannis Baratheon and others still struggling, the Seven Kingdoms are basically unified!"
Varys, the Spider, congratulated with a smile.
Hearing this, Aegon Targaryen immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, leave Stannis Baratheon to me!"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
After all, Viserys Targaryen had lost his adult dragon, and Daenerys and Rhaenys were women, not skilled in leading armies.
"Aegon, from today onwards, you are my hand of the king!"
Viserys Targaryen announced loudly.
Upon hearing this, all the ministers were stunned.
No one expected that Viserys Targaryen would appoint his nephew, who was even younger than himself, as hand of the king.
But thinking of the giant dragon Grey Ghost beneath him, everyone wisely shut their mouths.
After all, in the history of the Targaryen Family, appointing the king's brother or nephew as Hand was not unprecedented.
Immediately after, Viserys Targaryen took off the Dragon Soul Guard from his chest and pinned it to Young Aegon's chest, admonishing him, "Even giant dragons are not invincible; when going to battle, be careful of their scorpions."
"Yes, I understand!"
Young Aegon nodded obediently.
As Rhaegar Targaryen's son, Young Aegon naturally inherited the generosity of Dornish women and the handsomeness of Rhaegar Targaryen.
The only drawback was that he did not inherit the iconic silver hair and purple eyes of the Targaryen Family.
Watching Young Aegon ride the giant dragon away with the warriors, Viserys Targaryen felt a sense of relief.
The Targaryen Family finally had an heir; he would no longer fight alone!
At this time, the Targaryen Dynasty was in ruins, and what was needed was a group of ministers he could trust.
He would not follow the example of the incompetent King Viserys Targaryen III, who appointed people outside his own family as Hand.