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

A simple sentence.

Each word was pronounced more clearly than the last, revealing an unchangeable cold determination.

"Dragon's Wrath!?"

Rhaenys was stunned, and subconsciously groped for the Dark Sisters.

Helena quickly lowered her head, and bloody scenes emerged in her mind.

Dragon's Wrath!

It is not just three words, or a synonym for an ordinary event.

It was during the First Dorne War, when Queen Rhaenys fell in Hellgate. The Conqueror and Queen Visenya were grieving the death of their sisters and launched an inhumane and brutal massacre.

The siblings rode on Balerion and Vhagar respectively, and attacked the entire Dorne without any explanation, burning every castle and village.

Any resistance was reduced to ashes under the dragon's flames.

Regardless of whether the Dornish people were dead or alive, all farmland, wells and oases were destroyed.

That dragon's wrath lasted for two years!

There was no intact castle in the whole of Dorne, let alone a piece of arable land.

The number of Dornishmen who died as a result is too numerous to count.

"The Dornishmen dared to assassinate my father, and their evil intentions are even worse than the death of Queen Rhaenys. They hope to get a dragon's wrath."

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he said lightly: "Then give it to them, let the world see the glory of ancient Valyria."

"Dragon's wrath."

Daemon repeated his murmur, his eyes showing interest, and grinning: "If you want my brother's life, you should pay with more lives."

An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

This is in line with Daemon's tough character.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said nothing more.

"Daemon, shut up first."

Rhaenys whispered, staring at her nephew who looked unusually calm, and advised: "Rhaegar, this Dornish war is to quell the rebellion, don't forget the original intention of the war!"

The source of all evil lies in Chorren's selfish desire.

He has received the punishment he deserves, and he should not continue to expand the war.

Rhaegar looked calm and said, "Aunt, the war has been going on for months. Do you remember what it started for?"

Rhaenys immediately replied, "The wild dragon of the sea of ​​smoke, Morghur!"

The cause of the war was not Braavos, nor Dorne, nor Rhaegar and Daemon who attempted to invade the land.

It was Lys who captured Morghur and the Three Kingdoms who made a comeback.

Rhaegar followed up, "Then why did the Three Kingdoms fall and the battlefield expand to Dorne?"

Why?

Rhaenys was stunned by the question and hesitated, "Chorren was afraid of the expansion of Targaryen's power. He has always had a close relationship with Braavos and the Three Kingdoms."

It is said that Alexandra, who was burned to death by the dreamfire, also made an engagement with the son of the Sea King of Braavos.

"No!" Rhaegar denied it and shook his head with a smile.

Rhaenys was puzzled, not knowing what her nephew was up to.

Rhaegar's eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, and he smiled and said: "Human desires are like rolling stones. Once they start, they can't stop."

"Whether it is the Three Kingdoms of Women or the Sea King of Braavos and Chorren, they are all coveting the power of Targaryen and trying to suppress and destroy the only remaining Dragon King family."

Rhaegar continued: "The Three Kingdoms of Women covet Mogul, Braavos hides dragon eggs, and Chorren takes advantage of the situation to invade the Stormlands and the Reach."

"They are like vultures that eat carrion, hovering over the Targaryen heads all the time, waiting for the opportunity for the dragon to weaken."

Daemon's eyes were intriguing, and he clapped his hands in agreement.

Although he talked a lot of nonsense, as long as he was determined to kill all those idiots, he was willing to encourage him.

Rhaenys glared at him fiercely and sighed helplessly: "The Conqueror carried out the Dragon's Wrath, failed to conquer Dorne, and brought generations of hatred."

"The Iron Throne wants rule, not a piece of ash territory."

In the end, she did not agree to launch the Dragon's Wrath.

Another dragon's wrath would drag the kingdom into the swamp of war. Enough people have died.

Rhaegar had made up his mind and just smiled: "War can bring peace, hatred is just because of insufficient strength."

He stood up slowly and looked into the other's eyes: "Don't forget, Lanino sacrificed in this war. How can I give him and all the fallen soldiers an explanation."

"My son."

Rhaenys was touched in the sore spot, and her sword-holding hand was shaking.

Admittedly, she could not accept the death of her son.

She also hated the land of Dorne.

But the war has moved from overseas to Dorne, and it should not expand further.

Rhaegar walked to the window, looked at the dragons hovering over the city of Yronwood, and said: "The Conqueror has only three dragons, and we have more."

In front of the three people in the room, watching him all the time.

Rhaegar's expression became serious, and his speech speed increased: "We have Glutton, Dreamfyre, Korrax, Melias, Sheepthief, and Sunfire, a total of six dragons."

"There is also Seasmoke who lost her driver, Wormithor who was driven back to Dragonstone, and even Vhagar who patrols the Throat."

"In Dorne, the dragons we can dispatch far exceed those of the Conqueror, and the first six dragons have all experienced battlefields."

He finished speaking in one breath and analyzed his own strength.

During the Conqueror period, Balerion was only a little older than Glutton, and Vhagar and Meraxes were equivalent to the current three generations of dragons such as Korrax.

With Glutton leading the charge, and with Dreamfyre who had basically reached adulthood, and three mature dragons including Sheepthief, their strength has surpassed the first three dragons.

Daemon's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to start the battle.

Rhaenys hesitated, struggling with the pros and cons.

Dongdong!

The door knocked and then opened.

Cole looked gloomy and handed over a letter: "A message from Black Harbor."

"Open it!" Rhaegar nodded gently.

Cole moved quickly and tore open the envelope to read.

[Black Harbor had 1,000 defenders and was attacked by the Weir family at night. The castle suffered heavy losses and only one out of ten soldiers survived]

"How is Earl Simon?"

Rhaegar asked.

Cole turned to the next page and his expression eased a little.

"Earl Simon was besieged by enemies who invaded the castle. Fortunately, the guards arrived in time, and Earl Simon killed two Dornishmen with his own hands."

Although he had difficulty walking on weekdays, he was stronger than a young man when he was chased and hacked.

Hearing this, Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.

The city of Yronwood was ambushed, and Black Harbor was short of troops, so it was naturally inevitable to be attacked.

Everyone was happy that Earl Simon could stop it.

After signaling Cole to leave, Rhaegar looked at Rhaenys again and said bluntly: "Aunt, what are you hesitating about?"

The king in Yronwood was almost killed.

The Black Harbor guarding the Bone Road was almost lost.

You are kind-hearted, and the Dornish people only want to kill you.

Rhaenys is not a fool. She understands the pros and cons. She took a deep breath: "You are right. Human desires are like rolling rocks. We have no choice!"

Rhaegar chuckled.

Helena stood up clumsily, hugged his arms with both hands, and whispered: "I will help you."

"Hehe."

Daemon smiled but his eyes flashed with a cold light of revenge.

Dorne, accept the wrath of the dragon!

...

Time flies, a week later.

Wormithor lost his driver and returned to Dragonstone alone to sleep.

Viserys was unconscious and sent people to escort him back to King's Landing.

The Cargayle brothers also left together, and Cole stayed to continue leading the troops.

Donald led 15,000 River Bay coalition troops to Yronwood City, took over the town and blocked the Bone Road.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner.

Sunspear City.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

Under the blue sky, six dragons of different sizes spread their wings and soared, spewing dragon breath that was hotter than the scorching summer.

To the west of the Old Palace, the densely populated Shadow City.

Tens of thousands of Dorne civilians gathered, their eyes full of resentment, timidly shrinking in the dirty and messy shadow area.

Under the attention of the crowd, a platform more than ten feet high was built.

An iron cage, dozens of spears.

Spears were pierced with heads that died with their eyes open, and a naked man with a broken arm was locked in the iron cage.

It was the captured Haman Uller.

Haman had one arm burned by the dragon flame, and half of his body was severely burned.

After a week of imprisonment, this guy had a dull look in his eyes, curled up on his side, and huddled like a dog in a narrow cage.

The iron cage was hung on a gallows to ensure that all the benefactors present could see it clearly.

Damon stood on the high platform, waved his hand to signal to lower the cage, and let the soldiers drag out Haman Ule like a dead dog.

"No! No!"

Haman didn't know what he had experienced, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he roared like a madman: "I'm not guilty, I'm not guilty..."

While roaring, his gray eyes glanced uncontrollably at the heads stuck on the spears.

Many of them had gray pupils, each with a hideous face, and blood on their facial features.

"Be honest!"

The soldiers punched and kicked, grabbed his head and pulled it hard.

Damon looked down at the real murderer who almost killed his brother, forcing him to look at the heads stuck on the spears, and said playfully:

"Take a good look, your group of good sons, and the old and weak of the Ule family, they are all looking at you."

The Ule family was almost wiped out.

Only Harman Uller was left.

Harman shook his head, his fat body trembling, and he roared incoherently: "I am innocent, I want to slay the dragon..."

He was clearly the dragon slayer who restored the glory of his ancestors.

Those who were tortured and killed in front of him were not his children and people.

No, absolutely not...

"Don't waste your energy, a dead man."

Rhaegar walked up to the platform, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The soldiers stood in awe and dragged Harman Uller to the gallows, with a rope around his neck.

Daemon smiled and gave up the venue out of boredom.

Along with Rhaegar, Morse of King's Graveyard and 5-year-old Quell Martell also went on stage.

Rhaegar looked down at the Dornish civilians below and announced in public that Quell would be enthroned as the new Prince of Dorne in the name of the Iron Throne, and the Martell family would bow down to the Iron Throne.

Morse was appointed as the regent of Sunspear, commanding the desert guards of Dorne and assisting in the defense of the Prince's Pass in the Red Mountains.

From now on, Dorne was nominally under the rule of the Targaryen Dynasty.

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "It's your turn."

Quail's face froze, and he walked slowly to the front of the stage, trembling: "In the name of the Prince of Dorne, I declare that the Dorne rebellion is over, and any nobles or civilians who disobey will be encircled and suppressed throughout the territory."

Morse fully brought in the identity of a "loyal minister", holding high the spear symbolizing Martell, and shouting pacifism.

The civilians of Dorne were silent and looked at this scene blankly.

Especially the young Quayle.

The ministers still want to fight to the death, why did the prince surrender first.

Rhaegar was calm in his heart, knowing the power of this method.

The Martell family has ruled Dorne for a thousand years, and it has long been deeply rooted.

Dorne is destined to not win the Targaryen.

Especially since the fortress of Sunspear was captured and the Martell family fell into the hands of the Iron Throne.

Not to mention letting the Dornish nobles and commoners surrender after hearing the news, at least it has great justice.

Waving his hands, Quill and Morse stepped back.

Aemond sewed one eye shut and sent him a drumstick and a silver dagger.

This dagger is now called One Eye, so that its owner will always remember that it was hard-earned.

Rhaegar took the hammer and the dagger and walked towards the hanging Haman Uler.

"no no……"

In his frightened whine, Rhaegar raised the drumstick high and lowered it hard against his chest.

puff!

The entire chest was shattered, the bones were dented in large areas, and the person was almost penetrated.

After exerting all his strength, the hammer head was embedded in the bone and could not be pulled out.

"Ho ho..."

Haman Uller's face was black and blue, blood seeped out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he was holding his neck and panting hard.

With every breath, the trachea blew up the broken lungs, and a series of blood bubbles appeared on the chest.

"The Uller family is destroyed, I said so."

Rhaegar wiped his hands calmly, not showing the slightest excitement about getting revenge, and pulled out the one-eyed dagger and cut the hanging rope of the gallows.

Plop——

Haman's whole body descended suddenly, and the rope tightly hugged his neck, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

As if returning to the light, he kicked his legs hard.

After more than ten seconds, it fell straight down.

Rhaegar watched the whole process and remained calm at all times.

Buzz——

The one-eyed dagger glowed with a hazy light, and there seemed to be a cheerful dragon roar coming from inside.

Immediately, a flash of light rushed out, split into two and got into the hands of Rhaegar and Aemond.

Rhaegar paid attention to those present, but no one noticed this.

Raising the palm of his hand, there was no pattern or anything left.

To be honest, the blood flow rate is a bit accelerated, and it seems that he is becoming more sensitive to the smell of the dragon.

Rhaegar nodded secretly, threw the dagger to Aemond, ignored the Dornish civilians who witnessed the criminal law, and turned around without looking back:

"The nobles of Dorne rebelled, accepted Prince Quill's request, and went to quell the rebellion throughout the territory!"

The words fell.

The six giant dragons raised their heads and roared, displaying their fangs as if chasing each other in a dance.