Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Perfume Garden.

The tranquil night was broken by the restless roar of the dragon, and the rich and powerful who were seeking pleasure were alert.

Guards were dispatched in groups to maintain order in the turmoil.

There are many lofts, forming an open-air corridor.

Johanna, wearing a gauze dress and thin skirt, held onto the railing, looking calmly into the distance with her beautiful eyes.

After a while, the commotion subsided.

A small maid walked over in small steps and stood on the corridor, lowering her head and saying nothing.

Johanna blinked and pursed her red lips: "What did Dragonstone Island say?"

The maid was anxious and whispered: "There will be a group of guests disembarking tonight."

"Well done."

Johanna turned around in a dignified manner, twisted her graceful waist slightly, and said gently: "As per the old rules, get a bag of broken gold and help me look after the house."

The maid looked happy, thanked her and left.

Johanna let the other party leave, took out a roll of white paper and a quill from her arms, and thought about it: "Don... Reese, what should I write?"

She makes contact with a powerful new ally, but they seem too powerful.

She had to leave a way out for herself and not reveal everything she had to say.

…

Reese, remote beach.

In the gloomy night, several small boats approached in the sea breeze.

Plop...

A dozen men in black robes jumped into the shallow water, dragged the boat ashore, and hid among the rocks.

The leader took off his hood, with messy brown curly hair, and said with a smile: "Everyone is mortal."

"Everyone needs to be served..."

…

Three days passed by.

An isolated island in the sea of ​​Lys.

More than a dozen warships gathered, and thousands of well-equipped soldiers blocked the coast as a temporary base.

Vegetation and palm trees grow on the island, covering a small hill.

A group of soldiers with "seahorses" engraved on their armor surrounded the top of the hill and carved out a simple tent.

The sea snakes had solemn faces, wore silver-gray armor, and gathered around a sand table.

There are also several commanders whose armor is engraved with green towers, red crabs, roaring lions and other clan emblems.

"My lords, we have cleared the nearby sea area, and we can consider a general attack."

The sea snake had a deep voice, and with his big calloused hands he picked up a dragon-shaped statue and placed it on the sand table in Reese's position.

"Lord Corliss, Prince Daemon is still negotiating with Lord Tyrosh and may have to wait for some time."

A blue-eyed young man with platinum curly hair and a resolute face spoke.

His breastplate is engraved with the red Crab Clan emblem, from the Celtigar family of Crab Island.

The sea snake glanced at him and said calmly: "Daemon will not succeed, Earl Clermont."

Clement Settiga, the new Earl and Lord of Crab Island.

The eldest son of Bartimus Celtija, who was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Red Castle, was also the commander of the Celtija family in the Narrow Sea War.

Clemont was startled when he heard this and said hesitantly: "Prince Daemon is indeed suspected of delaying the war."

Daemon, Pentos, and Myr surrounded the Tyrosh sea area, but there was still no news.

Everyone knows that Daemon wants to take down Tyrosh without any blood and directly take over the free trade city.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

In the middle of the discussion, a dull dragon roar came from afar, and several giant dragons flapped their wings and soared.

A pair of broad wings as black as coal enveloped the island, and the glutton's huge body slowly landed.

Rhaegar, with silver hair and black robes, jumped off the dragon's back and walked up the hill.

Sunfire and Seasmoke descended slowly, followed closely by Aegon and Lanino in armor.

"prince……"

All the commanders greeted respectfully.

The sea snake said calmly, "Prince."

"Thank you for your hard work, my lords."

Rhaegar nodded in return.

Glancing over the sand table, he pointed his slender fingers in the direction of Reese and said seriously: "I have informed Daemon to prepare for a general attack. Let's join forces with Volantis to send troops to siege the city tomorrow and reorganize the armaments tonight."

The sea serpent was very serious and warned: "Reese has been releasing ravens recently, mostly in the direction of Braavos and Sunspear."

War is not only about swords, guns and halberds, but also about ravens and intelligence.

The Braavos side has been quiet for a long time, and it's unclear when they will intervene.

There has been no movement in Dorne so far, so he must be planning something big.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "The direction of Braavos is safe for the time being, and there is no news of mobilizing troops."

After a pause, he moved his finger to the location of Sunspear City in the Dorne Territory, and muttered: "I suspect that Keolun has already sent troops, just waiting for us to besiege the city-state, and bypass the Summer Sea to sneak attack on our rear."

Or, attack the heavily defended Stormlands.

Sea Snake analyzed: "In this case, the garrison on the Stone Step Islands must keep an eye on the rear to avoid falling into the dilemma of being attacked from two sides."

Rhaegar smiled confidently: "I gave the order before I came. Once the Dornish fleet dares to come, the Battle of the Hundred Candles will be repeated."

During the Fourth Dorne War, Martell sent a hundred warships across Cape Wrath, intending to land and attack the Stormlands.

Jaehaerys I personally controlled the dragon, and led his two sons Aemon and Baelron to control Vormithor, Corakxiu, and Vhagar respectively to attack first.

From dawn to night, all the hundreds of warships were burned, like hundreds of candles under the night.

…

Tyrosh sea area.

Connected by several adjacent islands, dozens of warships have deployed a dense defense line.

On an island beach, Dai Meng looked coldly and held a letter in his hand.

At this time, the knight-errant prince was wearing jet-black dragon scale armor and a red cloak, standing against the salty sea breeze.

Several mercenary captains hired by Pantos crowded on the edge, not daring to get close to the imposing Damon.

The other person has a moody personality and they don't want to be caught using them as a tool to vent their anger.

"Haha, you are an ignorant bastard."

Damon sneered, then tore the letter into pieces.

Lord Tyrosh refused to surrender and wrote a verbally abusive letter, mocking him as a "homeless" Targaryen.

Damon put his helmet under his arm and said arrogantly, without even looking at the mercenary captains: "I'll go patrolling the dragon while you prepare your armaments."

After that, he walked away aggressively, his back showing a strong oppression.

"Hiss..."

A huge scarlet figure flashed across the sky, its broad wings slowly flapped, and landed on the beach.

When several mercenary leaders reacted, Damon had already mounted the dragon's back and flew into the vast sea.

…

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu's voice was sharp, and he soared like a snake, heading towards Tyrosh.

Damon's face was dark, and the word "homeless" kept echoing in his mind.

His father Baerron and grandfather Jaehaerys died successively, and his brother Viserys took over King's Landing.

I don't know since when, he seemed to be excluded and became an unpopular guy.

To this day, King's Landing belongs to his brother Viserys, his niece Rhaenyra, and his nephew Rhaegar...

Even, it belongs to the unborn fetus in Rhaenyra's belly.

Only it doesn't belong to him.

Damon's eyes were gloomy and he whispered softly: "Brother, I will carve out a territory for myself."

King's Landing, his ex-wife's Runestone City, traveling to Pantos, temporarily staying on Chaotou Island...

These were not his lands, he was conquering a land that no Targaryen ever owned for the sake of his unborn child.

Corakxiu sensed the driver's emotions, and his broad scarlet wings flapped constantly, speeding up his flight.

The goal of this trip for one person and one dragon is to teach Tyrosh a lesson.

Unconsciously, the blue sky was filled with a layer of clouds and mist, and the sultry sea breeze was slightly moist.

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of rain fell on the back of his hand, and Damon frowned: "Is it raining?"

The disputed area is close to the Summer Sea, and the climate is hot all year round. Wind and rain are common.

Sometimes the sea breeze will blow a cumulonimbus cloud, which is called "wiping rain" in the Mill dialect.

"Hiss!..."

Suddenly, Corakxiu's whole body tensed up, his amber vertical pupils became alert, and his throat let out a high-pitched hiss of warning.

Dai Meng's expression changed slightly, his right hand touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his eyes scanned back and forth in all directions.

Colakxiu's call is full of danger. The last time he was attacked by his 6-year-old nephew on a rainy day, he almost died.

"Roar!!"

In an instant, a huge silver-black dragon shadow passed through the thin clouds, opened a scarlet mouth and pounced on one person and one dragon.

Damon suddenly looked back, and a pungent smelly wind blew in his face.

For a moment, Damon was horrified.

What a big dragon's mouth!

At least three times larger than Coraxio.

"Hiss..."

Colakxiu screamed in surprise, flapped his wings and quickly avoided it, and couldn't help but spurt out a scarlet dragon flame.

boom--

The two dragons passed by each other, and the scarlet dragon flames hit the side of each other's necks.

"Roar……"

The giant silver-black dragon roared in pain, flapped its hazy gray wings, turned around and rose into the sky.

Until then, Damon saw the dragon's true face clearly and calmly said: "Mogul!"

He had heard of the Wild Dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke, with silver-black scales, gray wing membranes, and a huge dragon head that was beyond common sense...

Just looking at the dragon's head, he thought it was an old dragon comparable to Vhagar.

A closer look revealed that the size of this wild dragon was only over 50 meters, which was inferior to that of Colakxiu in his prime.

"Mogul, Dragon Flame!"

An unfamiliar voice sounded, speaking High Valyrian and giving instructions.

"Roar……"

Mogul, who rushed into the clouds, turned around again. His vertical pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes and he rushed towards Colakxiu. He sprayed out surging gray dragon flames from his huge mouth.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu's whole body exuded a violent aura, and he flapped his wings and quickly spun into the air, stretching out like a snake's neck and breathing out dragon flames.

After escaping Mogul's attack, Korakxiu stood high and hit the opponent's flank with dragon flames.

Corakxiu's dragon flames are as scarlet as blood, and they are endless as if they are free of charge.

Dai Meng's face was expressionless, and the stagnation in his heart surged up and down.

Looking over, Mogul saw a red-robed monk riding on the back of Mogul's dragon.

"It turned out to be really tamed."

Dai Meng's face was cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Lift off!"

After the order was given, Corak stopped his dragon flames and swayed his body into the clouds.

The patter...

There was continuous drizzle in this area, but the sky was sunny and beautiful.

"Mogul, fly!"

The red-robed monk is riding on the back of a dragon, his indigo eyes under his hood showing impatience.

Mogul roared dullly, shook his strong body violently, flapped his dragon wings and soared upwards.

The red-robed monk swayed and hurriedly leaned on the dragon's back.

There was no saddle under his body, so he had to hold the scales on his back tightly with both hands, making it very difficult to control the dragon.

puff--

Mogul broke through the clouds and mist, scattering the fine rain.

"Kill it!"

There was an explosion, accompanied by the sharp hissing of the bloodworms, and a gust of wind suddenly hit his face.

The red-robed monk quickly turned his head and saw a scarlet dragon shadow coming into view.

"Hiss!!..."

Corakxiu charged quickly, spreading his broad scarlet wings like blades, and opened a sharp dragon's kiss to bite Mogul's neck.

"Roar……"

Mogul screamed, his body shook violently, and he turned his head and sprayed out dragon flames.

Not to be outdone, Korakxiu clung to the opponent's dragon body like a snake, like a bloodthirsty giant insect.