The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Drogon opened his dragon mouth, and two little ones rolled out, one the red of flames, the other a gold-red with black spots.

In just a few days, the little ones' wings were no longer transparent as they were at birth; the thin, cicada-like wings had become substantial with flesh and blood.

Rhaegal's dragon mouth also opened, and a golden-yellow fellow with white stripes appeared; this fellow's color was bright, the golden-yellow dazzling, the white stripes faint, but clearly visible.

The three little ones were beautiful, the work of the dragon gods.

The three little fellows rolled to the ground, flapped their wings to stand, and made their voices heard; these sounds were no longer the chirping noises people heard at birth, but metallic chirps. This chirping sound was between a squeak and a chirp.

The Mountain rolled over and stood up, heading towards the three little ones.

The three little dragons were the size of kittens. Their necks and tails were several times longer than their bodies, so from a distance, their bodies were barely visible, as if they were just heads with long necks and long tails.

"Drogon, Rhaegal, step aside," The Mountain said in the language of dragons.

The Mountain never dared to be careless around Drogon and Rhaegal. If they were to breathe dragonfire, he would be toast. Being an unburnt around magical creatures like dragons was a definite advantage.

Dragons are highly intelligent, and Drogon and Rhaegal would naturally not attack The Mountain, but dragons are dragons, and what if?

Drogon and Rhaegal moved away, their leader Sheepstealer was here, and The Mountain was Sheepstealer's rider. Rider was equivalent to dragon knight, but it wasn't exactly dragon knight, there was a difference.

Without The Mountain's careful care of Sheepstealer, Sheepstealer would have died. At the time when Sheepstealer's life was rapidly fading, The Mountain arrived and appeared, he saved Sheepstealer. In that special time, Sheepstealer needed The Mountain more.

When a dragon loses the sky and battle, her life itself becomes a process of suicide.

Dragons belong to the sky and battle, not to a cave.

The Mountain's dragon language was already proficient, and he had even reached the point of creating some words himself. This self-created intonation belonged to the Valyrian language, requiring several trials and errors and gestures with Sheepstealer to finally make Sheepstealer understand the meaning of the new words. This was extremely similar to the trial-and-error process of training a small beast to obey, except the object had become a more intelligent dragon.

With Sheepstealer by The Mountain's side, even if Drogon launched a sneak attack on The Mountain, it would not succeed. Once on the sea, when Drogon attacked The Mountain, he was preemptively hit by Sheepstealer's dragonfire, and then the dragon's tail followed up with an attack, knocking Drogon into the sea.

Young dragons are far behind adult dragons in every ability.

But The Mountain still had Drogon and Rhaegal move away a little further first.

He wanted to get close to the little dragons; if he accidentally turned his back to Drogon and Rhaegal, it would be extremely dangerous.

Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserys who flew to Dorne, never turn your back on them, this would be regarded as the most serious provocation by the three dragons, this was the three dragons' reverse scale. Once, Prince Quentyn Martell of Dorne naturally turned his head around because of a shout, turning his back to them, and was then burned to ashes by dragonfire.

After Drogon and Rhaegal stepped aside, The Mountain came to the front of the three little fellows. He squatted down and stretched out his giant palm. The three little fellows were very bold and not afraid of The Mountain. The golden-yellow fellow with white stripes was the first to chirp at The Mountain, and then jumped onto The Mountain's palm. The sharp dragon claws firmly grasped The Mountain's palm, making The Mountain feel the sharpness, but the strength was still too weak to cut through The Mountain's palm skin.

The Mountain's heart was filled with joy, the Clegane family also had their own three dragons. He reached out to touch, only to remember that he had no food.

Dragons like to eat cooked food, and little dragons are naturally no exception. Meat is their only food.

"Sheepstealer, eat!" The Mountain said. He didn't look back at the giant dragon behind him.

If he turned his head, Drogon might mistakenly think he was turning his back on them.

Even though Sheepstealer was by The Mountain's side, The Mountain still refused to leave any flaws.

Have a heart of awe for dragons, the mighty, burly man was as meticulous as a hair.

Sheepstealer responded to The Mountain with a soft cry. While The Mountain was filled with love and teasing the golden-yellow little fellow, Sheepstealer's dragon eyes kept dazzling, just like the talking eyes of the human race.

The Mountain stretched out his other hand, spread it out, and placed it in front of the other two little fellows. One of them stretched out its dragon mouth and pecked down, the fellow pecking at the edge of The Mountain's palm looked fierce, while the other avoided it, chirping a warning to The Mountain. He may have realized that he was no match for this behemoth.

The little fellow pecking at The Mountain's palm was the same gold-red color as his mother, with black spots on his wings; while the little dragon warning The Mountain not to approach him was flame red. The Mountain would not be polite, he laughed: "You all come with me, I'll give you something good to eat."

To get close to dragons and gain their favor, the first thing is to feed them, give them food.

At this time, the three little dragons could not even spit out a puff of green smoke, let alone spit out flames.

The little dragons at this time are the easiest to be conquered, and absolutely do not threaten human life. Whoever feeds them and raises them will naturally gain their recognition and become a dragon knight.

The Mountain stretched out his giant palm, swept it, and grabbed the two little fellows in his hand. The two little fellows chirped with their dragon mouths, and their four dragon claws struggled desperately, the sharp claws scratching white marks on The Mountain's hand.

The fierceness of the dragon's character is evident.

But the brother in the other palm was not like this, as if he was naturally close to The Mountain. The golden-yellow little fellow tilted his head, looking curiously at his two brothers, his little head tilting back and forth, golden gemstone-like eyes dazzling with light, as if he didn't understand why his two brothers were making such a fuss.

The two little fellows in the giant palm realized that they could not escape, and made angry chirps. However, the mother dragon did not come to rescue them, but turned and walked away, towards the edge of the territory, where Tamara and the people of the Burned Men brought food.

The dragon's appetite is amazing, and The Mountain has arranged for more than a hundred people to stay here. Only the dragon's meal requires more than a hundred people to stay behind to graze and serve.

The Mountain took the three little fellows towards Tamara, while comforting the other two little things that were always unwilling to be quiet. Drogon and Rhaegal stood on two pieces of black liquid rock, tilting their heads and watching this 'family of four' walk towards the food. They let out a dragon roar together, flapped their wings, took off into the air, and landed towards the food.

*

The Mountain put the three little fellows on his shoulders, the golden-yellow little dragon stretched out his long tail and wrapped it around The Mountain's neck to maintain his balance. The flame-red claws firmly hooked into the connection of the shoulder armor, while the gold-red dragon flapped his wings to maintain his balance.

The Mountain took the fragrant roasted goat meat from Tamara's hand, tore it into small worm-like pieces, first gave it to the obedient and well-behaved gold dragon, then to the flame red who kept chirping, and finally to the gold red who kept pecking at his armor.

The gold-red dragon with the most restless personality became quiet as soon as he received the food. He got the food last, but finished it first, and then chirped again, pecking at the armor, making popping sounds.

The Mountain laughed: "You are the most gluttonous, be honest." He did not give the food in his hand to the gold-red dragon, but gave it to the gold-yellow, flame red in turn, and finally it was the gold-red's turn.

The giant dragon Sheepstealer swallowed and tore the fat sheep, while watching his 'rider' feed her three children. The Mountain tore the roast meat very finely, into strips, suitable for the three little dragons to swallow, just like little birds eating small worms.

"You are the most well-behaved, so I will name you Handmaiden," The Mountain said. The little fellow with golden-yellow and white stripes, The Mountain estimated that her father was Viserys. He put the food in front of the flame red who had become quiet and focused, "You are a beautiful little fellow, very elegant, so I will call you Knight. As for you, this gold-red fellow, looking at the black spots on your wings, I guess your father is Drogon, you will definitely be a fierce dragon when you grow up, then let's call you Tehmay."

Tehmay was the name of the Red Hand Elder of the Burned Men, Tehmay's son was also called Tehmay, taking the name of one of the dragons the same as the Red Hand Elder was the Red Hand Elder's request to The Mountain.

The Mountain agreed to the old man Tehmay, he named the gold-red little fellow the same color as his mother Tehmay.

So far, the three little dragons all have their own names: the most quiet, well-behaved, and understanding girl Handmaiden; the most beautiful and elegant flame-red Knight; the most irritable little brother Tehmay, whose gold-red color is consistent with his mother's.

Handmaiden, Knight, and Tehmay!

*

The Mountain's personal guard's war horses had traveled halfway and it was difficult to climb the mountain again. The dragon's pressure also made the war horses afraid, so the generals dismounted and climbed the mountain on foot. Arya and Melisandre walked at the front of the team. Don't look at Melisandre's delicate beauty, her walking ability is surprisingly strong. Along the way, everyone was sweating, but she did not have any喘息, and no fine sweat appeared on her nose and forehead.

When everyone finally reached the middle of the mountain, they saw Sheepstealer, Drogon, and Rhaegal, as well as The Mountain and the three extremely beautiful little dragons on his shoulders. This scene made everyone feel strange. The king became the next generation of 'Dragon King' after the Targaryen family. The Targaryen family started with three giant dragons and hundreds of soldiers, and conquered the kingship of the entire continent, ruling here for three hundred years. Now, the real new generation of dragon kings has finally been replaced here. The descendants of the Targaryen family who want to regain the Iron Throne by relying on the power of dragons, it seems that there is no chance for that.

In just one breakfast time, The Mountain made the three little dragons accept and like him. Whether it was Handmaiden, Knight, or Tehmay, they all accepted The Mountain's food bribes. The Mountain was the first person to feed the three little dragons with his own hands, and he easily made the three little dragons accept him.

Education must start from the smallest age.

Outside the dragon's territory, the generals surrounded The Mountain in several layers, and everyone talked at once, vying to admire the three little fellows on The Mountain's shoulders. The giant dragons Sheepstealer and Drogon Rhaegal were in the territory, stretching their necks and looking at these noisy humans. Their eyes were dazzling and their expressions were proud. Perhaps in their eyes, these happy humans were all fools.

Arya's heart was itchy, she stretched out her hand to stroke Handmaiden, Handmaiden, who had been letting people watch, suddenly pecked at the back of Arya's hand, if Arya hadn't retracted her hand quickly, the back of her hand would have been pecked.

Arya retracted her hand and dodged, Handmaiden seemed to know that she had won, and made a high-pitched chirp. Knight and Tehmay echoed together, the three little dragons stood on The Mountain's shoulders, stretching their necks and 'singing' together.

"Can't I touch her?" Arya asked with a face full of surprise. The arrogant dragon, when she was a child, was only the size of a kitten. The arrogance and awe in their eyes seemed to be innate, and no one was allowed to desecrate them.

The Mountain stretched out his giant palm: "Handmaiden, come up."

Handmaiden jumped into The Mountain's palm, and The Mountain gently stroked her with his other hand: "Bow down, can you?"

Bow down is dragon language, it is High Valyrian.

Under The Mountain's several soft requests, under the careful guidance of The Mountain's fingers, she may have understood what The Mountain meant, she obediently put away her wings and bowed down in The Mountain's palm, just like a featherless little bird.

"Be quiet, okay, Handmaiden." The Mountain continued to say in dragon language.

Even for infant dragons, when faced with the approach of strangers, their hostility and fighting spirit are naturally strong.

The Mountain put the food on Arya's finger, Arya slowly brought the worm-like roast meat closer to Handmaiden's mouth, Handmaiden made a savior sound, suddenly stretched her head, quickly pecked, and snatched the food into her mouth, she stood up, flapped her wings, raised her head high, and swallowed the food.

Arya's heart blossomed with joy.

After several such patient feedings, Arya's finger finally touched Handmaiden's wing. Going further, she touched Handmaiden's head, body, and finally stretched out her finger, Handmaiden's dragon claws grabbed Arya's index finger, flapped her wings and stood on it.

Arya's heart suddenly surged with the desire to have Handmaiden.

But she knew it was impossible.

Dragons belong to The Mountain, dragons are the highest-level magical creatures, unless she is The Mountain's family, don't even think about it.

"Tamara, go back and clean up the house, I want to live here for a while." The Mountain shouted.

"Yes, Red Hand Your Majesty."

This is a very strange title, it has never existed since ancient times. Tamara didn't know whether she should call The Mountain that. In her heart, The Mountain was their Red Hand, but he was also the king, so how should she express her respect? Tamara called The Mountain Red Hand Your Majesty.

Melisandre said: "King Your Majesty, do you want to live here for a while?"

"Yes, I want to accompany Handmaiden, Knight, and Tehmay until they can barely fly."

"What about Sansa and Rhaegar's wedding?" Arya blurted out.

"I have already received the raven letter sent by Grand Maester Qyburn, Queen Your Majesty has already released the raven to the Westerlands, telling Sansa and Rhaegar that the wedding time will be postponed for a while."

"How long are you going to live here?" Arya thought of the Faceless Men. If The Mountain lives here, it will be difficult for the Faceless Men to do anything here. The fewer the number of people, the smaller the chance for the Faceless Men to change into other people's faces to approach The Mountain. Arya is proficient in the Faceless Men's face-changing technique, she can naturally see at a glance which one is disguised by the Faceless Men.

"A week, or maybe ten days, depending on how quickly the Maiden, Knight, and Wraith grow. I hope they can soon understand all the Dragon Tongue I speak. I want the three little ones to obey every command."

"Dragon Tongue?"

"Yes, I don't know if the little dragons need to learn Dragon Tongue. Maybe they'll instinctively understand it after a certain time, but I need time to experiment and see how it goes."

Dragon Tongue is the only magical language mastered by humans for communicating with dragons, composed of syllables from High Valyrian.

Do the new generation of little dragons need to learn and adapt to this Dragon Tongue?

The Mountain doesn't know the answer, but that's not a problem. He just needs to put it into practice!