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

"Hiss!"

Syrax neighed continuously, frolicking through towers, and finally flew out of King's Landing through the Dragon Gate.

Rhaenyra smiled as she held the giggling little Aemon, and the whole King's Landing was filled with the joyful laughter of mother and son.

"A mother likes to ride dragons, and the children she gave birth to are also cut from the same mold."

Rhaegar felt happy, as if he had returned to the time when he had just tamed the Glutton.

Carefree, riding a dragon and flying around.

"Hiss--"

The Glutton circled King's Landing for the third time and chased Syrax along the Dragon Gate.

The two dragons flew away one after another, leaving the people of King's Landing with only the hot blood that had not yet cooled down.

This scene was engraved in the hearts of many people, and they still remembered it even after 20 years.

...

The bank of the Blackwater River.

Rhaegar opened his hands and shouted loudly: "Rhaenyra, do you want to compete to see who flies faster?"

"Woo-wah~"

Little Baelon's face was red, completely exposed to the strong wind, and he hummed in resistance.

Rhaenyra rode Syrax in front and turned back to teach him a lesson: "Why don't you ask Syrax to compete with Melias in speed!"

"Hmm." Rhaegar snorted.

The Glutton had deep green eyes and flapped his dragon wings to overtake Syrax. The strong wind he carried almost made the opponent lose his balance.

Poor Syrax didn't dare to resist and stubbornly hung behind the tail of the dragon-eating species.

The Glutton grew rapidly and surpassed the oldest Vhagar in size.

Syrax was just a young female dragon who had just passed the threshold of adulthood and was less than one-third the size of the Glutton.

Rhaenyra snorted coldly and slapped little Aemon's butt with her hand. The giggling baby was stunned by the slap, and a hazy grievance appeared in her big eyes.

Rhaenyra pinched the little guy's face and said unreasonably: "Although you are still young, you must understand the principle that the son pays the father's debt."

Little Aemon pursed his lips, and hot tears gathered rapidly, as if he would cry out in the next second.

Ahead, over the riverbank.

Rhaegar had no idea about this, and even pulled open the swaddling clothes of little Baelon, letting the baby fully enjoy the breeze caressing his face.

After blowing for a while, little Baelon shook his head vigorously and buried his head in his father's arms.

He is not a stupid brother, he has plenty of strength.

"Little thing is really interesting."

Rhaegar smiled heartlessly.

Targaryen is not afraid of wind and cold, and the two children inherited his physique, so they must be in great shape.

Unknowingly, the two dragons flew south along the Blackwater River.

The destination of this trip is Oldtown.

The brother and sister flew along the Blackwater River for a while, then the Mander River bordering the River Bay, and followed the river all the way to Highgarden.

Considering that the journey is too far, they need to stay in Highgarden for one night and arrive in Oldtown the next day.

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the Blackwater River was flowing rapidly, and the splashing water on the river surface sparkled in the sun.

Suddenly, a light gray dragon shadow emerged from the clouds.

"Hiss..."

A melodious hissing sounded, attracting the attention of the two men and two dragons.

Rhaegar turned his head and saw a light gray dragon flying lightly, like a white ghost against the white clouds.

"Gray Shadow?"

Rhaegar looked closely and was very surprised.

This shy wild dragon has returned to Dragonstone since the battle of the Three Women's Kingdom, and has been hiding for several months.

"Rhaegar, it's here to find you."

Rhaenyra said "Huh", and stuffed little Aemon's mouth with her slender white fingers.

The little guy was in tears and sucked on his fingers for comfort.

"Then Oldtown will gather five dragons."

Rhaegar smiled.

"Hiss..."

During the conversation, Gray Shadow drilled out of the high clouds, locked Rhaegar with his bright vertical pupils, and vigilantly closed the distance.

Once the dragon-eating species shows the desire to attack, it will immediately run away.

"Roar!"

The glutton glanced at it, and still remembered this submissive little wild dragon, and kept flying normally.

Gray Shadow saw this and saw the pole climbing up and approaching quickly.

Soon, he flew to the side of the glutton, following with the smell of ashes that made the dragon's gallbladder shiver.

At first glance, it looked like a piece of gray and white paper stuck on a blackboard.

Rhaegar adjusted the swaddling clothes on his chest and tried to communicate with Gray Shadow: "Good friend, are you from Harrenhal?"

Since the establishment of the dragon nest in God's Eye Lake, Gray Shadow has become a frequent visitor.

"Hiss..."

Unexpectedly, Gray Shadow had no interest in communication at all. He neighed at him and looked at the swaddling clothes on his chest with a pair of vertical pupils.

To be more precise, it was the little Baelon in the swaddling clothes.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, lifted the cover of the swaddling clothes, and revealed the little Baelon with a runny nose.

The wind was too strong and a little bit unbearable.

Little Baelon sucked his thumb, his white face was calm, and he stared at the light gray dragon.

The whole body is covered with light gray scales, and the dorsal scales and wing membranes glow lightly in the sun, which makes it better hidden in the clouds.

The dragon head is not ferocious, but rather handsome, with a pair of pale dragon horns on the top of the head, matched with neat and dense horn crowns.

The most distinctive feature is a pair of amber vertical pupils, flashing with curiosity, exploration, and shyness.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow stared at the swaddled human cub with vertical pupils, sniffed hard like a drug addict, and made an excited hiss.

Rhaegar looked puzzled.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow turned his head and flew away, rushing to the side of Syrax.

Syrax had a bad temper and felt provoked, so he opened his dragon mouth and was about to attack.

"Quiet, Syrax."

At the critical moment, Rhaenyra stopped him.

She also wanted to see what this obedient wild dragon wanted to do.

"Hiss..."

Not being expelled, Gray Shadow flapped his wings happily and circled around Syrax.

The two dragons were born in similar years and were of similar size.

Syrax's growth rate was not slow, and his pair of dragon wings were thick and large, giving people a sense of iron stupidity.

Gray Shadow had a well-proportioned body and a relatively thin body, and his light gray dragon wings were enough to wrap the entire dragon body.

Such a structure is conducive to mastering balance and changing the flight trajectory at will.

When fighting in the air, the speed is faster and the action is more agile.

Rhaenyra noticed Gray Shadow's desire to explore and exposed the little Aemon in her arms for the other party to take a good look.

Gray Shadow's vertical pupils sparkled, staring at the second baby and sniffing the smell.

After sniffing for a while, he showed a humane look of doubt.

Unlike the previous human cub, this one had the smell of other dragons.

"Hiss..."

Gray Shadow stopped pestering him, pushed away the annoyed Syrax, and flew back behind the Glutton.

That human cub smells delicious too!

Rhaegar looked at Gray Shadow, who was unusually enthusiastic, and his eyes changed from doubt to astonishment, and finally turned into strong doubt.

Could this timid dragon have taken a fancy to my son?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Rhaegar directly untied the swaddling clothes and handed it to Gray Shadow for a closer observation.

Little Baeron: "Slurp~"

The little nose moved, and half of the snot flowed out.

Gray Shadow did not miss the opportunity and sniffed the little guy like a dragon pervert.

It has been busy during this period.

It exchanged experiences with the abandoned green mother dragon on Dragonstone, and then was driven away by the irritable dragon who came back to find a mate.

Then, it started a homeless wandering life.

Two days ago, I was wandering around Seagull Town and met a newly hatched black baby dragon.

The young dragon was fierce and roared at it.

Gray Shadow couldn't stand this grievance, and left Seagull Town in anger.

It thought of a dragon's nest outside the black castle, so it stayed there for two days.

Today, it caught fish in the Blackwater River. It smelled the scent of dragon-eating species from a distance, so it rushed over to join in the fun.

It happened to smell the fragrant smell again, and pestered the two human cubs to sniff.

"Cowardly dragon, you are not good."

Rhaegar had a blank expression on his face, and he completely saw through Gray Shadow's little calculation.

He really liked his precious son.

Without waiting for Gray Shadow to react.

Rhaegar withdrew a swaddling cloth, tied it tightly, and turned around to block his sight.

"Huh?"

Gray Shadow tilted his head, and doubt flashed in his copper bell-sized vertical pupils.

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back and urged, "Greedy, hurry up."

"Hiss--"

Greedy growled irritably, and instantly shook off the clingy Gray Shadow, leaping over the Blackwater River into the Mander River Basin.

"Hiss..."

Gray Shadow was anxious, neighing and chasing.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to it and even covered the ears of little Belron.

He admitted that he was prejudiced against cowardly dragons.

Gray Shadow was very smart. Wild dragons knew many survival skills and had an extremely gentle temperament.

But! His temperament was too gentle, so he derived a unique personality of being timid and shy.

In his mind, there was another choice for the eldest son's dragon.

The dragon eggs in the cradle had the highest priority for hatching, and the companion dragon was always the dragon with the most suitable personality for the dragon rider.

Growing up together from childhood can better cultivate the bond between humans and dragons.

The second choice was Blizzard and Thrax raised in the dragon cave.

Blizzard's dragon egg is suspected to be produced from Meraxes. It is a golden-eyed silver dragon with noble bloodline. It has shown terrible fighting talent in its sub-adult stage.

Needless to say, Thrax inherited the characteristics of Mogul's Smoke Sea Dragon, so there is no need to worry about its fighting power.

Moreover, both are sub-adults or young dragons, suitable for young Targaryens to tame.

Secondly, Rhaegar prefers Wormithor, Silverwing, and Sea Smoke.

If little Baelon cannot hatch dragon eggs and is not interested in taming young dragons, he can follow the life trajectory of most Targaryens and wait until he is a teenager to tame ownerless dragons.

His father's body is getting weaker and weaker, and he may not be able to survive the age of the Centenarian King.

Little Baelon imitated Maegor I, and it is very likely that after his grandfather's death, he will inherit Wormithor, who has lost his driver.

That is an adult dragon second only to Glutton and Vhagar.

To a certain extent, Wormithor has an age advantage and must have served longer than Vhagar.

As the eldest son, Baeron tamed Vermisor, whose combat power was second only to the Glutton, and easily suppressed his other brothers and sisters.

Silver Wing is also good, with a body size comparable to Dreamfire, and is about to enter the adult dragon sequence.

Whether in combat power or deterrence, it is not inferior to the third generation dragons such as Korax.

Sea Smoke and Gray Shadow are alternatives.

Sea Smoke has a higher priority than Gray Shadow.

As a young generation of dragons, Sea Smoke has participated in wars many times, and its temperament is neither irritable nor docile, which is very suitable for novices to control.

Gray Shadow...

Temperament is a difficult problem, not suitable for frontal fighting.

Unless Baeron helps Gray Shadow overcome his defects when he grows up, Gray Shadow, as the only wild dragon, can burst out considerable combat power.

At least not inferior to Yangyan, Sea Smoke and other dragons of the same generation.

"Hiss..."

Gray Shadow screamed sharply, unable to catch up with the Glutton who was speeding up, and stayed beside Syrax.

Rhaenyra laughed from ear to ear, and had never seen Rhaegar and the Glutton being chased so embarrassedly.

"Hiss..."

Gray Shadow was very clever. He recognized that Rhaenyra was the mother of a human cub. He moved around like a spoiled child, trying his best to show his well-proportioned figure.

Rhaenyra wanted to pat its head, but the distance was too far. She said with a smile: "You go back first, wait until my child grows up a little bit."

The voice was combined with the binding spell in High Valyrian, and it was clearly transmitted into Gray Shadow's mind.

Gray Shadow was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand what he meant, and stopped pestering the hot-tempered Syrax.

It flew in the air for a while, and then dived into the clouds in a daze.

"Hiss..."

Before leaving, he also made a sad and disgusted neigh.

The second time!

The last time was Rhaegar riding on the dragon-eating species. At that time, he was also a human cub.

Rhaenyra didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted the soft and elastic butt of little Aemon and muttered: "Your brother is more popular than you."

"Wow wow wow..."

The butt cheeks were attacked again, and little Aemon's mouth was flat, and he cried loudly.