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

Seven days later.

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

The scorching light shone down, adding a bit of sultry heat to the already humid King's Landing City.

Dragon's Lair, interior.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss!"

In the dim environment, two unfettered young dragons soared up and down, like two flashes of light colliding.

A dragon is larger in size, with cobalt blue scales all over its body, and orange-red scales extending from its lower jaw to its abdomen, which is gorgeous yet elegant.

The other is half the size of his opponent.

It has silver-white scales all over its body, golden vertical pupils, and a majestic and ferocious dragon head.

It was Theselion and the young dragon Blizzard who were raised in the dragon's lair.

"Hiss..."

Theselion moved dexterously, flapped his blue wings and flew high, spitting out cobalt blue mixed with orange dragon flames.

puff!

Blizzard was extremely brave, rushing upwards in the face of the dragon's flames, his silver-white scales burnt black.

"Hiss..."

The distance was shortened, and Blizzard jumped in front of his opponent in an instant, opening his fangs into a dragon's kiss and biting him hard.

Theselion activated his ferocity, strangled Blizzard's neck with a dragon claw, and sprayed dragon flames at the dragon's head.

The splendid dragon flames burned blazingly, and fell with impact.

Blizzard screamed in shock, his golden vertical pupils closed tightly, and he withstood the blow with an iron head.

Within a few breaths, the dragon's head burned to a charred color, and a pair of gray-white dragon horns bent backwards turned dark.

The fight has not stopped yet!

"Hiss..."

Blizzard flapped his wings unwilling to admit defeat, and in panic, the dragon's kiss was aimed at Theserion's dragon head.

His throat surged up and down, and a mouthful of silver-white dragon flames burst out like snowflakes.

boom!

Theselion carelessly underestimated the enemy, and the dragon's flames hit the wide-open dragon's kiss, making him scream in pain.

Blizzard acted according to the opportunity, biting the opponent's hind legs that locked the neck with his mouth, and his fangs pierced the cobalt blue scales that were comparable to iron plates.

Click!

The scales shattered in response, and Theselion let go of his claws in pain.

Blizzard regained his freedom and quickly left the mid-air battlefield.

"Hiss!!"

Theselion activated his real fire, stabilized his body and planned to pursue.

At this moment, a hearty and loud shout suddenly sounded.

"Zhi Ge!"

The voice seemed to contain magic. Theselion made a move, and his anger melted away like snow.

On the black stone slab, Rhaegar looked up, holding an ancient sheepskin book.

"Hiss..."

Tesiris glanced at him, reluctantly gave up the fight, and retreated to the dragon pit in the corner to rest.

On the other hand, Blizzard landed on the ground carelessly, stretching out a pair of silver wings to reflect his handsome appearance.

"Haha, he is so vicious."

Seeing this scene, Lei Jia smiled and opened the ancient sheepskin book to compare the contents.

The ancient books are precious documents collected by Reese, which record part of the description of the Dragon King family.

Among them are the effects of training young dragons and catching and killing them.

In the dragon's lair, Thesarian entered sub-adulthood, reaching a height of thirty feet, comparable to that of a giant elephant.

Blizzard is too young, barely the size of an ordinary horse, and can barely exert a certain amount of combat power.

The two dragons began to fight, with Theselion clearly having the upper hand and fighting with ease.

Blizzard, on the other hand, is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and bites the opponent with the energy to refuse to admit defeat.

Rhaegar read the pages for a while, and heard the sound of footsteps in his ears.

"Hiss..."

First there was a high-pitched neighing sound.

Thrax's huge dragon head looked back and forth, flapping its misty gray wings and flying in the air.

The slender hind legs are shackled and controlled by a dragon man with a vicissitudes of life.

Young dragons have a fiery temperament and are restless.

If not controlled by chains, it will fly randomly and spit dragon flames at all living creatures in front of it.

Rhaegar closed the ancient book and looked at the gorgeous Blizzard and the weird Thrax one after another, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"These are precious family resources."

Rhaenyra was pregnant with twins, so she happened to choose two dragon eggs in advance.

However, the hatching of dragon eggs depends on probability and cannot be guaranteed.

Of course, with the purity of Rhaegar's blood when Rhaenyra was conceived, the two children must be equally talented.

There's no telling if a baby dragon will hatch soon.

On this premise, if something happens to the children's dragon eggs, Blizzard and Thrax are the first choices for training the dragon.

When the dragonfly approached, Rhaegar warned: "Take care of the two young dragons and keep an eye on Thessalyon."

He spoke High Valyrian with a certain air of forbidding spells.

The languages ​​are similar and the pronunciation is similar.

Since his bloodline transformed into a dragonborn, some of his detached postures have unknowingly changed.

"You must obey!"

The dragon man nodded solemnly.

In addition to this old dragon man, there are also some young dragon men of the new generation in the dragon cave.

When Rhaegar turned around, he spotted a familiar face in the corner.

Tristan Weishui.

At this time, this dragon type cut off his silver-gold curly hair and shaved it into the uniform shape of a dragon.

His clothes changed into coarse linen clothes, he held a bamboo stick in his hand, and his eyes were very determined.

Rhaegar asked: "How is Tristan integrating?"

"Very hardworking and talented." The Huanlong man answered truthfully.

Rega nodded when he heard this and asked no more questions.

After the battle in Lys, Tristan offered the dragon egg that hatched Thrax, which can be said to be a great achievement.

In terms of merit, he should be knighted.

It seemed that he didn't notice Tristan's movements and kept him in the attic for too long, which irritated him.

When they met again, the other party shaved his head and swore to become a "Huanlong man" voluntarily.

Dragonites are a profession that is not old. The founder is the "Black Bride" Rhaena Targaryen.

Renya lost three of Menghuo's dragon eggs, and blamed herself for forming the first group of dragons.

Not just anyone can be a dragon, they are basically Targaryen's bastards after many generations.

The bastard has Valyrian blood and is good at learning the common dragon-taming language composed of high Valyrian language to reduce the dragon's bad temper.

This is also the reason why people in Huanlong shave their heads to cover up their former identities.

Tristan did this probably because he was afraid of being silenced and was completely loyal.

Rhaegar didn't care much about this.

But merit must be rewarded, so Tristan's daughter was brought to the Red Castle and placed next to Helena as a female companion.

When you grow older, choose a young and promising adult to marry.

They are considered blessed children.

…

After exiting the dragon's lair, Rhaegar took the Wheel Palace to the Mud Gate.

When the gate of the Dragon Cave was closed, several loud and sharp roars could be heard.

Rhaegar smiled and continued to study the contents of the ancient books.

The wheel palace was not slow, walking down from the hills of Rhaenys and passing through the bustling Silk Street.

As Girls' Day arrives, noble lords from all over the world gather in King's Landing to inject fresh blood into this majestic city.

Rhaegar glanced out the window. The entrances of various brothels were crowded with people, and the beautiful figures of warblers and swallows were twisting.

Whether they are richly dressed adults or down-and-out proletarian knights, they empty their money bags and dig into it.

"Borthels are such a hugely profitable business, it would be a pity not to raise taxes."

Rhaegar murmured softly, his eyes sparkling.

The specialty of Reese is its uniqueness, brothels are blooming everywhere, and all kinds of sex practitioners are full of tricks.

He can't change people's yearning for brothels.

This is human nature and cannot be suppressed.

At the same time, in this world, many women, including beautiful men, are proletarians and can only survive by selling their bodies.

It can't be stopped.

However, it can be controlled!

Crunchy...

The Wheel Palace passed through the Silk Street and followed a wide prosperous street straight to the Mud Gate.

Along the way, Rhaegar looked outside from time to time to observe the lives of the people in King's Landing.

The most common are three types of people.

Nobles who spend money to have fun, businessmen in various shops, and common people who live cautiously.

"There are almost no craftsmen in sight..."

Rhaegar's thoughts drifted away, analyzing the various professions more thoroughly.

When it comes to a single city-state, merchants and craftsmen are the mainstream.

Thinking about it, time passed slowly.

When the Wheel Palace arrived at the Mud Gate, labor was being carried on the pier, and many ships were moored on the sea.

These were mostly nobles who came from all over to participate in the Girl's Day, as well as some cargo ships after the channel was opened.

Tormund, dressed in a black and white robe, stood at the dock, very conspicuous.

Rhaegar called him over and asked about the assigned tasks.

Tormund: "Five hundred naturalized craftsmen have been sent to the ship and have sailed to Lys."

"Otto is very efficient in his work." Rhaegar acknowledged.

Lys and Myr are in urgent need of craftsmen of all kinds, so they take the opportunity to issue craftsmanships.

…

Red Fort.

A large number of nobles came in, bringing their children with them.

The banquet hall, the castle vestibule, and the sacred wood were all crowded with people.

The weather was hot, so the servants brought barrels of wine and dug out ice cubes stored in the ice cellar.

Even so, the nobles were crowded and still sweaty from the heat.

This kind of heat actually aroused the enthusiasm of the nobles, who drank and sang like crazy.

Allison was busy entertaining guests from all over.

While busy, my back was wet with sweat, and I reluctantly went to change my clothes with a smile.

…

The queen's chamber.

"Green spool... black spool... tangled..."

The girl whispered softly, her voice ethereal and filled with truth.

In the bedroom, the four walls are painted with murals of male and female coitus, and a soft Reese blanket is placed in the center of the room.

Three silver-blond little girls gathered in a circle, kneeling and playing on the felt.

Helena lowered her head and played with two spools of thread calmly.

Beside her, two other little girls, one big and one small, kept quiet, not daring to disturb His Highness in this state.

The older girl has milky white skin and is the illegitimate daughter of Volantis, Rhaela.

The younger one is about 7 or 8 years old, Tristan's daughter Jasmine.

Snapped--

Suddenly, Helena clasped her hands and pressed the two messy spools onto the felt.

Little Jasmine trembled, her fleshy face turned pale.

"Shh!"

Helena "shushed" at her, her eyes solemn: "If he wants a city, he has to pay the price."

Leila and Little Jasmine frowned in unison, wondering what their Highness was talking about.

The contact time was not long, but His Highness always said some incomprehensible things.

Crunch——

The door opened from the outside, and Allison walked in quickly with a flushed face.

"Your Majesty the Queen..."

The two little girls hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"It's you."

Allison held his airs, looked sideways at his indifferent daughter, and said helplessly: "You guys go out first, Helena and I will chat for a while."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two little girls packed up the messy toys and went out obediently.

Until then, Helena still lowered her head, as if she was not paying attention to the outside world at all.