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

Rhaegar took off his black robe and put it on the stone bench, just like he was in the godswood of the Red Keep.

He looked at Morse, and Morse was looking at him.

Rhaegar looked natural, looked up and down, and asked: "Earl Morse, being indifferent to guests, is this the way of hospitality of the Manwoody family?"

Morse's expression was stiff, and he had already cursed in his heart.

Bullshit indifference.

My children are in your hands, and there is a giant dragon watching next to me.

If I hadn't eaten breakfast, I would have been scared to death.

Hula la...

A team of soldiers hurried over, holding crossbows and surrounding the garden.

A rough sweep showed about fifty people.

Morse regained a little confidence and shouted: "What are you going to do? Dornishmen never threaten children!"

The soldiers looked tense and filled their crossbows with arrows.

"Roar..."

Without waiting for the next move, a rough roar echoed.

Glutton stretched his neck, and the dragon head reached near the willow, and the green eyes scanned them coldly.

A group of small insects, vulnerable.

Mors was looked at and immediately broke into a cold sweat.

"Glutton, you scared them."

Rhaegar glanced back, pretending to teach a lesson.

Glutton snorted heavily, and the dragon tail swept across a large flowerbed, and petals fluttered all over the sky.

Rhaegar smiled, put the little girl sitting on his lap down, and said: "Little Lysa, go play aside."

Lysa stepped on the ground, staring blankly at the rain of flowers, unable to lift her short legs.

Mors looked at this scene, his heart in his throat.

Rhaegar spread his hands and said helplessly: "First of all, I was knighted this year, and I will not easily hurt the old and the young."

"Secondly, I came for peace, you should be polite to a Targaryen."

As he said, he patted Lysa's little butt and urged her to find her parents.

"Father..." Lysa's voice was sweet, and she looked at her father for a while, and then stared at the candy in Rhaegar's hand reluctantly. It was for her brother, but her brother didn't want it. Mors pursed his lips, wanting to call his daughter back, but was afraid that she would go back on her word. He glanced at his son under the willow tree, and his face became uglier. They were caught in one fell swoop. Rhaegar said calmly: "Surrender, for the sake of your children, don't resist fearlessly." "Don't even think about it!" Mors was furious when he heard this, pointing at the other party's nose and scolding: "You think you are Visenya, but I am not a weak bitch in the valley!" During the Conqueror's War, Queen Visenya drove Vhagar to the Eyrie and conquered the loyalty of the entire valley alone. Everyone knows her outstanding achievements. Rhaegar frowned slightly, stared into the other's guilty eyes, and said seriously: "The Vale is my foreign home. Your words are very vulgar. I am afraid I can't control myself and kill you."

"..."

Mouls immediately turned off the fire, and the last bit of stubbornness made him open his eyes and stare back.

"Alas, they say I come for peace."

Rhaegar shook his head, took off the true fire from his waist to show his sincerity, and pressed the sword on the black robe.

The black robe symbolizes war, and he wears it every time he fights.

Taking off the black robe and taking off the sword is enough to express his sincerity.

As he moved, everyone in the audience was nervously watching.

Dicken took a short breath and lowered his eyes to stare at the true fire.

He was only a few steps away from the stone bench, and he could grab the sword with a flash.

Rhaegar didn't even look at him, and his every move exuded full confidence.

Morse's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you are the reincarnation of the Conqueror and possessed by Visenya, the Tombstone City will never surrender!"

"Don't be so arbitrary, what room do you have to resist?"

Rhaegar reached out and rubbed Lysa's little head, saying, "Martel is busy with his own affairs, and the Tombstone City is just a discarded child. Why bother with the surname of the Manwoody family?"

The voice was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

It's not that he can't ride the dragon to burn down the Tombstone City.

It's just that he thought of a plan temporarily. It's more valuable to conquer the Manwoody family than to destroy it.

Morse didn't answer, but winked calmly.

Then, he shouted: "Lysa, come back to your father!"

The next moment.

Dicken, who had been silent all the time, suddenly jumped up and grabbed the real fire on the stone bench like a hungry tiger.

Kaka!

The soldiers raised their crossbows and aimed at the silver-haired boy under the willows.

Rhaegar's eyes were calm, not shaken by the outside world at all.

Even if Dicken took away the sword's true fire, he didn't care.

Lysa was stunned by the roar and stood there blankly, not knowing where to look.

Rhaegar turned her shoulders to face Morse and whispered, "Go find your father, confused."

Lysa was at a loss and moved forward slowly.

Swish——

Dicken pulled out the true fire, the black sword body glowed with star-like light spots, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the original owner.

Rhaegar smiled faintly, looked at Manwoody and his son, and said calmly, "There is something, but not much."

"Roar..."

The glutton roared, his lower jaw pressed the crown of the willow tree, and the dark green dragon flame accumulated in his mouth.

And behind the thick willow, the dragon body that was comparable to a coal mountain was crawling, with its back rising high, and its shadow covered half of the castle.

At this time, Rhaegar slowly stood up, and the smile disappeared from his face.

He did not take action immediately, but watched Lysa walk halfway clumsily.

Then, he blew a whistle.

Zila!

The ruby ​​at the end of the True Fire Sword hilt glowed red, and the scorching flame spread from the hilt all the way to the tip of the sword.

"Ah!!"

Dicken screamed, his palm almost burned through, and the real fire fell to the ground with a clang.

At the critical moment.

Rhaegar's right hand touched his waist, a black light flashed, and he swung it in front of Morse as fast as lightning.

Crack!

The black dragon whip wrapped around Morse's neck, the whip kept tightening, and suddenly retracted backwards.

Morse was like a big fish that had taken a bite of the hook, and was pulled back by the fisherman at the speed of light.

"Come!"

Rhaegar called out and raised his right foot.

Morse fell in front of him, just under his feet.

"Stop!"

"Let go of the lord!"

Dicken was shocked, and the soldiers screamed.

"Hiss--"

The glutton's green eyes flashed with a fierce color, and a mouthful of dragon flames spewed out, engulfing all the soldiers in the garden.

The wailing sounded for a moment and stopped abruptly.

Then, a loud cry broke out.

"Wow wow wow..."

Three-year-old Lysa cried in fear and ran back with her short legs.

Rhaegar stepped on Morse, tightened the dragon whip, and said regretfully: "Look at what you have done."

Morse was extremely terrified, but still said stubbornly: "I can't surrender, don't waste your energy!"

At this moment, he finally understood why the valley surrendered to Visenya.

A dragon flew to your back garden, and the dragon's owner was holding your child.

You wanted to resist, and the dragon burned all the soldiers with a mouthful of dragon flame.

The most outrageous thing is that he couldn't beat the dragon's owner.

Being caught like a pig.

Rhaegar grinned.

Release the shrinking dragon whip and hang it around your waist again.

Ignore Dickon's angry and hateful eyes, pick up the real fire on the ground.

Finally.

He held up the black robe with one hand and held the crying Lysa with the other hand, looking down at Morse and said:

"No one can help you, think about your two children, they still have a bright future."

He is giving the other party a chance to choose.

Black robe or daughter?

Morse got up in a panic and trembled, "What do you want to do? I am a nobleman of Dorne, I have my own feudal lord, and I can't be loyal to the Iron Throne."

"What kind of feudal lord is Keoren? He is just using the war to consume the strength of you nobles."

Rhaegar said it all and threw out an olive branch: "If you are loyal to the Iron Throne, I will make you a marquis and expand the territory of the Manwoody family."

Raised his hand and pinched the tip of Lysa's nose, and smiled and said: "Fight for the Iron Throne, your son can become my squire, and your daughter can be sent to Dragonstone as a companion to the Targaryen princess."

Very generous conditions.

Morse was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure it out, "Are you sure, why?"

He didn't believe in good things that fell from the sky.

If the Dornish surrender to the Iron Throne, their spine will be broken, and they will be rejected by the feuds such as the River Reach, which will be unpopular inside and outside.

Rhaegar said frankly: "My child is about to be born, and there may be a daughter."

Half true and half false, but the truth is better.

Hearing this, Mors looked at his two children, glanced at the terrifying black dragon, and his heart sank.

He had no strength to resist.

Gritting his teeth, he asked: "Will you keep your oath?"

"Of course."

"I will not succumb to the Iron Throne, but I can succumb to you."

"Why?"

Rhaegar frowned.

Morse said: "Seeing you, I seem to see the conqueror a hundred years ago, calm and composed, decisive and tolerant, I just want to offer my loyalty to you."

Rhaegar's eyes condensed.

In other words, it is probably because he does not trust the Iron Throne and joins his army to obey orders but not orders.

Rhaegar smiled: "Swear."

He is the future king, and the Manwoody family is still under the rule of the Iron Throne.

The whole of Dorne will crawl at his feet.

Plop——

Morse knelt on one knee, lowered the proud head of the Manwoody family, and said solemnly: "I swear to the new and old gods to be loyal to Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, respect him, love him, and complete the mission he entrusted at all costs!"

The oath is sacred and cannot be changed, Morse finished it in one breath.

Rhaegar's face was indifferent, holding the hilt of the True Fire, the scabbard turned to Dickon, and said: "Hold it, this sword."

Dickon lowered his head, ignoring his burned hands, and obediently held the scabbard.

Shua——

The True Fire was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed.

Rhaegar held Lysa in one hand and put his sword on Mors' shoulder with the other hand, saying lightly: "I swear by the old and new gods to accept your loyalty. You will be the cool breeze of summer and the oars of the voyage."

"You will abide by your honor and will not be stained by dirt."

"Beside my fireplace, there will always be a place for you, today and every day."

After that, the black sword touched Mors' shoulders one after another.

With a snap, it was put back into the scabbard.

Mors took a deep breath and accepted the fact of loyalty to a Targaryen. With a hint of excitement in fear, he stood up and saluted: "My prince, the Tombstone will fight for you, please give orders."

Rhaegar glanced back and said seriously: "Open the city gate, the Tombstone will serve as a transit station for the army."

Mors gritted his teeth: "Yes, prince!"

Walked directly out and ordered the soldiers to open the gate of this dangerous city.

Under the cliff.

The coalition forces of the Reach have been waiting for a long time.