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

Hearing the cry of the newborn, the servants of the entire Red Keep breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what they were busy with, they put their hands together and gave a sincere blessing.

Princess Rhaenyra was known as the "light of the kingdom" and was loved by the people since she was a child.

Rhaegar cleaned the streets of King's Landing, recruited the proletariat to reclaim wasteland, and took in orphans so that they didn't have to wander...

The achievements of the siblings were so eye-catching that the people who had received the grace praised them all.

The birth of a newborn represents the continuation of the great bloodline and deserves the favor of the new and old gods.

In the princess' bedroom, on the bed.

Rhaenyra's face was pale, her whole body was exhausted and weak, her eyes were confused and helpless.

She seemed to be a mother.

Thinking of this, Rhaenyra seemed to forget the pain and looked sideways for the two little bastards she gave birth to.

She had to take a closer look.

Rhaegar had told her a bedtime story before, in which a bad guy would replace the king's child with his own child for her to raise.

She didn't want to raise someone else's child, but her own child would starve and freeze.

"Hum~"

Rhaenyra whimpered twice and tried to look at the maids who were gathered around.

"Don't be afraid, the baby is already born."

Lanna wiped the sweat off her forehead and comforted her gently.

She understood the psychology of the mother, and she would be anxious.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand her friend's unique thoughts, and she was always worried that the baby would not be replaced by someone else.

Click! Click!

Orvel picked up the sharp scissors and cut twice, and then used both hands to work for a while.

Rhaenyra was so scared, but her voice had long been hoarse, and she pushed her friend to check.

"Don't worry, it's necessary work."

Lanna said with a smile.

Orvel cut the umbilical cords of the two newborns, tied a knot and placed it on the belly.

The midwife brought two basins of warm water, hugged the newborns and gently rinsed them.

After washing, she held them in her arms and checked them over and over again.

Rhaenyra was in constant torment, waiting to hug her children.

I heard the midwife keep muttering:

"The arms are normal, the legs are normal..."

After a lot of trouble, less than two minutes later, she excitedly held the baby to the long-awaited Rhaenyra.

She smiled: "Praise the Virgin Mary, they are two lively children."

"Thank you."

Rhaenyra burst into laughter, and the big stone hanging in her heart fell to the ground. She couldn't wait to reach out to take them.

One child in each hand, just a pair.

Rhaenyra smiled foolishly, first glanced at the swaddling clothes, then looked at her friend embarrassedly, and said: "Very healthy children, right."

"Of course!" Lanar was full of relief and lifted the silver hair on her friend's forehead.

"Let me take a good look."

Rhaenyra couldn't stop laughing, turned over the two swaddling clothes, and saw two white and clean little faces.

"Wow~~"

The newborn in the left hand hadn't opened his eyes yet, curled up in the swaddling clothes and twisted around, grabbing randomly with a pair of chubby hands.

The newborn in her right hand was dazed, with two short legs exposed and swaying back and forth.

"Why are they so white?"

Rhaenyra looked at them in wonder, and she rubbed the silver-gold hair on the heads of the two newborns with her chin.

The eyes were still invisible, but the hair was silver-gold.

They were her children without a doubt!

The midwife was a fat lady, and she said happily: "This is also the first time I have seen babies so white at birth. They are so cute."

Normal babies have wrinkled and red skin when they are born.

Rhaenyra's two children were surprisingly clean and tender.

"Pop! Pop!"

Rhaenyra looked left and right, as if she couldn't see enough, and kissed each of the two children on the face.

The two newborns didn't cry or make a fuss, and let their mother kiss them gently, curling up in her arms to feel the warmth.

Lanar looked at them with envy and whispered, "Rhaenyra, you really gave birth to two good children."

Rhaenyra's lips curved, sniffing the milky fragrance of the newborns, and said with satisfaction, "When Rhaegar comes back and sees them, he will be so happy that he will go crazy."

"Hiss..."

As soon as the voice fell, a loud dragon roar came.

Then, a muffled "bang" sound came from the balcony, mixed with a burning breath.

"Rhaegar!?"

Rhaenyra hurriedly turned back, wanting to see the person she had been thinking about.

In her eyes, an orange-yellow dragon head stared at her through the window with a pair of cute vertical pupils.

Lanar was stunned for a moment, and laughed, "It seems that someone is more responsible than a dragon."

See outside the window.

Syrax was lying on the glass window and looking inside slyly, with his wings raised high to block the sunlight, his hind feet stepping on the balcony floor, and the whole dragon tightly maintained a half-hanging posture.

Just like a yellow gecko climbing a wall.

"Hiss..."

The vertical pupils found the figure of the driver, and Syrax's eyes lit up and neighed excitedly.

It lives in the back garden of the Godswood.

Feeling the emotional fluctuations of the driver when giving birth, it hurried to rescue.

It seems that it is too late and it can't be used.

Rhaenyra looked at the dragon outside the window, angry and amused: "Good girl, I am a mother too, go to bed quickly."

Although it is not Rhaegar, the appearance of Syrax still gives her enough warmth.

It is worthy of being a dragon that has been with her since childhood.

"Hiss..."

Syrax's vertical pupils flashed with clear stupidity, as if he understood that the driver was laying eggs, and fluttered back to the back garden.

Lanar hugged his friend and whispered: "Lord Leonor has sent a letter to recall Rhaegar, you will meet soon."

"Yeah."

Rhaenyra nodded, leaned in her friend's arms, and closed her eyes tiredly.

…

At this time, Rhaegar was on his way back.

"Hiss--"

The glutton flew at full speed, rushed to the Mander River Basin in one breath, and kept moving forward.

Rhaegar's eyes were firm, and he lay on the dragon's back to reduce wind resistance.

He guessed that Rhaenyra was giving birth, and rushed back day and night.

…

Late at night.

Beyond the Narrow Sea, Braavos.

In a remote port, a small team of people carried special wooden barrels and entered the deep underground corridor.

The barrels were pulled by wooden carts, and the bottom was covered with a layer of soft fine sand.

Sniffing it closely, it exuded a pungent and strong smell.

It turned out to be barrels of rare wildfire.

Not long after, a carriage slowly drove over, and a tall figure with silver curly hair walked down.

As soon as the figure landed, he kept cursing: "Damn the Iron Bank Management, if you don't approve enough money for me, how can I compete with the Iron Throne."

The moonlight shone, revealing his true face.

Freigo, King of Braavos.

He was accompanied by a handsome swordsman who was always by his side.

Freigo's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was impatient: "Have those fire wizards and blood wizards been arranged?"

"All are involved in the plan."

The handsome swordsman lowered his voice.

"Okay!"

Freigo turned into great joy, with a strong emotional reaction. As he walked, he said: "Success or failure depends on this one move, it all depends on tonight!"

The hatching of dragon eggs planned for half a year is finally coming to a successful conclusion.

Freigo walked into the underground palace, and the handsome swordsman followed closely.

After a long time, the gate of the underground palace was closed, and the guards who carried the wildfire were locked together.

In hatching baby dragons, intelligence cannot be lost.

Freigo thought so, and kept this matter secret, not even revealing a single word to his wife and concubines.

Just like that, a long-planned sacrifice began.

Time passed by bit by bit.

Outside the port, a carriage drove over a purple bridge.

The car stopped at one end of the bridge, far away from the port.

Suddenly, a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing a young and handsome face.

Purple curly hair, yellow and green pupils, and a shrewd look in the eyes.

"What is this guy Frego preparing in secret?"

The heterochromatic young man groped his chin and looked at the hidden gate of the underground palace from a distance.

The exterior is just a broken stone wall, and it is impossible to find out if you don't know the inside.

His name is Spandam, a representative of one of the many families behind the Iron Bank.

Since Frego ran for the King of the Sea of ​​Braavos, he has made few contributions. Instead, he participated in the war and destroyed most of the purple sail fleet.

The families behind the Iron Bank were dissatisfied and hated this incompetent sea king who could not bring money and trade.

"Wait and see."

Spandam leaned back in the carriage, waiting for Ferrego to show his hand.

It was midnight, and everything was silent.

Braavos fell into darkness, with only a few areas lit up, dividing the nightlife of the rich and the common people.

As quiet as usual.

Boom! !

Suddenly, an accident occurred, and the explosion resounded for dozens of miles.

The gate of the underground palace, the dilapidated wall trembled, and cracks appeared in the granite material.

The next moment.

Boom--

The two walls flew backwards, and the majestic and surging green wildfires rushed into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosion did not stop there, the whole port was shaking, and the ground collapsed in the shaking.

Spandam was drowsy waiting in the carriage, and was suddenly awakened by the explosion.

"What happened..."

As soon as he lifted the curtain and looked out, a stinking and hot torrent hit him in the face.

Boom!

The horses screamed and the heat wave overturned the carriage and horses, almost falling under the bridge.

Spandam only felt a flash in front of his eyes, his face was hot, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Boom——

The underground palace collapsed completely, wildfires continued to burst out, and the explosion destroyed everything.

In the dark night of Braavos, a cluster of particularly bright green bonfires was lit.

Burning, devouring.

…

The next day, the sky was dawning.

The fire engulfed everything, and the port was full of wounds.

Looking around, there were broken arms and broken charred corpses.

The residents of Braavos did not sleep all night, all huddled at home, fearing that it was the rumored attack of Deathwing.

Deep in the underground palace.

Or rather, in a pile of ruins covered with rubble.

A black dragon skeleton crawled in the dust. Even without a skull, the full length was still not to be underestimated.

Near the skeleton, charred corpses were lying in all directions.

These are the talented people that Frego invited to hatch dragon eggs.

Frego misunderstood the alchemist's words and adopted the strategy of heating the dragon eggs with wildfire.

Obviously, it failed.

And he lost his life.

Crack!

Suddenly, a crisp sound came.

Under the skeleton, three oval dragon eggs were buried in the ashes.

As if being pulled, the three dark black dragon eggs, whose original color could not be seen, gradually shook, and the shells cracked one after another.

Crack!

The middle dragon egg broke, and a small black dragon head was knocked out.

The dragon head was the size of a fist, with a piece of charred eggshell on top, looking around.

Crack! Crack!

There were two more shell-breaking sounds, and the two dragon eggs on the left and right cracked from the middle, and two small things the size of house cats drilled out.

One was covered with red scales, and the wing membrane was slightly grayish white, trying to spread its wings.

A blue scale with deep stripes, and the dorsal scales and wing membranes are light red.

"Hiss..."

A subtle hiss came from the black dragon stuck in the eggshell.

The black dragon was the first to hiss, and it opened its dragon mouth to bite the eggshell, revealing its whole body.

The whole body is covered with black scales, the dorsal scales and wing membranes are red, the dragon head has small horns, and the amber vertical pupils are lively and agile.

"Oh~~"

A full-bodied rooster crowed, and the morning sun gradually rose.

"Hiss!"

The black dragon seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly flapped its wings to get out of the narrow ruins.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

The two dragons, one red and one blue, followed suit, hissing and flying out.

The dragons had just hatched, let alone spitting dragon flames, even flying was very difficult.

However, the three dragons staggered and flew up, and they actually managed to balance.

"Hiss!"

The black dragon instinctively resisted the ruins where it was born. It sniffed around and chose to fly in the direction of the sea.

The other two dragons hesitated for a moment, hissed at each other in dissatisfaction, and each chose a direction to fly.

If someone was here, they would have noticed the direction chosen by the three dragons.

The red dragon was unruly by nature. It chose the east where the sun rose and soared along the uninhabited ditch.

The blue dragon was timid by nature. It took a fancy to a piece of farmland, drilled into it and flew towards the south.

The black dragon simply resisted the island below it and hated the crowing rooster. It chose to flee in the opposite direction of the sun.

Across the narrow sea is Westeros, known as the Western Continent.