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

At this time, a wheeled carriage drove out of Silk Street and climbed up the high slope of Rhaenys Hill.

Dragon Cave, main entrance.

"Aemon, get out of the car."

The wheeled carriage stopped at the square, and Baeron pushed open the door and jumped out, rushing out like a cannonball

"Prince, you..."

Stephen's brows twisted into a knot, and his already mature face became more bitter.

"Sir, see you later."

Aemon followed and jumped off the wheeled carriage, his two short legs moving quickly.

Stephen wanted to stop him, but his hand froze in the air, and said sadly: "Okay, see you later."

The two little princes are really too lively.

Brother Erik clearly said that children are easy to take care of.

Your Majesty was very well-behaved when he was a child.

...

The two brothers went into the dragon cave one after the other, like two little meat dumplings.

After many years, the dragon cave has changed a lot.

The bronze gate is open all year round, the round roof is removed, and it is transformed into an open-air building with the specifications of a colosseum.

The purpose of the improvement is to allow the dragon to fly freely.

Without the obstruction of the roof, the dragon can fly out of the dragon cave at will.

There is no need to worry about someone attacking the dragon cave and blocking the dragon's exit.

At this moment, the dragon cave is well lit, and the black stone floor is as shiny as obsidian.

Belron looked up and exclaimed "Wow" at the spider web made of iron chains on the open-air roof.

The iron chain bridge is a measure to restrict the dragon.

To prevent the dragon from flying out of the dragon cave and causing losses to the people of King's Landing.

When it is not necessary, it will be laid on the roof to replace the original stone cover.

"Hiss..."

A sharp hiss came from the dragon cave, mixed with surprise.

Belron turned his head slightly, and a green dragon appeared in his sight.

"Hiss..."

The dragon was stepping on the iron chain bridge, flapping its bright red wings, like a butterfly caught in a net.

Imon came running over, cheering with joy: "Trickster, come here quickly."

"Hiss..."

The young dragon did not hesitate at all, and fell headfirst down the iron chain of hundreds of meters, like a falling green meteor.

Belron watched from the side, always feeling that the young dragon's actions were very dangerous, and its wings were folded together, as if it was going to commit suicide.

Puff——

A gust of dust blew, and the young dragon fell to the ground with a snap, and its slender tail twitched.

"Tsk tsk."

Belron covered his forehead and walked away without looking.

A stupid and mentally retarded dragon.

My father said that it was probably because it had been in the eggshell for too long, and its brain was not working well.

Imon was very happy, and regardless of the choking dust, he approached, picked up the young dragon's neck, and rubbed his face against the dragon's head intimately: "Trickster, did you miss me?"

"Gah!"

The green young dragon called Trickster hung his tongue and pretended to be dead, and climbed up from the ground.

Aemon smiled and climbed onto the dragon's back: "Bad guy, take me for a ride."

"Huh?"

The trickster shook his head repeatedly, crawling slowly with the driver, but refusing to fly.

Aemon was very angry and slapped the dragon's back.

The man and the dragon were the same age, born no more than one day apart, and both were less than 6 years old.

The trickster had been living in the dragon's lair, eating and sleeping, and growing rapidly.

Its body size was comparable to that of an excellent warhorse, so it was no problem for it to carry a child and fly.

The boy and the dragon were not easy to deal with, and they tossed each other around.

Baeron shook his head and doubted his brother's IQ.

An elderly dragon keeper came with a dragon guard, his vicissitudes of life full of caution: "Prince, how can I help you."

Baeron's face was stiff, and he communicated in High Valyrian: "My mother gave birth, and I picked a dragon egg for my brother."

His pronunciation was clear and his language was fluent.

The old dragon keeper nodded secretly, leaning on a bamboo pole and walking towards the greenhouse: "Follow me."

"It's hard work."

Bellon put his hands behind his back, like a little adult.

The old and the young went to the tunnel of the greenhouse, and the dragon guards scattered around to watch over them.

As they walked, Bellon suddenly turned his head and his eyes fell on a dark dragon pit.

The dragon pit was narrow and long, and the backlight seemed particularly dim.

Bellon tilted his head and stared at the dark dragon pit with curiosity.

Rustling...

The light flashed slightly, accompanied by subtle noises.

Bellon became alert and looked at it intently.

Suddenly, the light expanded.

In the darkness, a vague outline quietly emerged, and a pair of eerie amber vertical pupils opened wide.

Crackle!

The iron chain shook, and a dragon-shaped black shadow suddenly jumped out.

"Hiss!"

The hiss was fierce and violent. Due to the length of the chain, it could not rush out of the dragon pit. It only blew out a puff of black smoke and dragon flames to the outside world.

"Wow!"

Belron widened his eyes and was startled by the sudden cry.

"Back off and keep quiet!"

The old dragon keeper had a gloomy face and stood in front of the little prince. He knocked the bamboo stick on the ground and scolded the dragon pit.

Crash!

The chain made a crisp sound and the dragon shadow disappeared into the cave.

Seeing this, the old dragon keeper breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to remind: "Don't approach the dragon pit without permission."

Belron hesitated slightly: "It doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions."

Although he was not sure.

"Follow the rules."

The old dragon keeper was very serious and his voice was low: "I will ask His Majesty to select a young dragon for you to tame."

Belron scratched his head.

The old dragon keeper turned around and continued walking, slowly saying: "Just like your brother."

...

Red Castle, Princess Bedroom

The cry of a newborn baby is very loud and sounds very inspiring.

In the corridor, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren smiled in unison.

squeak——

Just as Lei Jia was running around in a hurry, a thin maid pushed open the door.

"How about it?"

Rhaegar couldn't restrain his excitement and asked immediately.

The maid's forehead was covered with sweat, and she sent a message: "The princess wants to see you."

"That's what I thought."

Rhaegar smiled as he entered.

The maids are cleaning up the scene and restoring peace to the past.

The sense of urgency disappeared immediately. Rhaegar opened the bead curtain and found the mother and daughter resting on the midwifery chair.

"You came."

Rhaenyra's face was pale and weak, and she smiled when she saw him.

Rhaegar smiled back, walked to the chair and squatted down with confidence.

He reached out and twirled Rhaenyra's hair, which was wet with sweat and stuck to the side of her face, and whispered softly: "Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, everything went well."

Rhaenyra smiled sincerely, handed over the swaddle she was holding tightly in her arms, and said with a little pride, "Look, it's a girl."

Rhaegar took a closer look, and a fair face came into view.

But his attention was not on the baby.

The palm of her hand touched Rhaenyra's lower abdomen. The thin nightgown was already wet with sweat, and her whole body radiated a sense of heat.

"What a beautiful girl, a noble little princess."

Rhaegar praised Rhaegar sincerely, gently embraced Rhaenyra, and held the mother and daughter in his arms lovingly.

Rhaenyra's eyes were charming, and An Ran rested her face on his shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm willing to do it, and I'm happy with it."

Rhaegar lowered his head, not dissatisfied with the smooth forehead dripping with sweat, closed his eyes and kissed her softly.

Rhaenyra's eyelashes trembled, the pain of childbirth was worth it for this moment.

Bo~

Then, he counterattacked without delay and pecked the corner of the opponent's lips.

Rega was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Give the baby a name?"

"Of course." Rhaenyra raised her chin.

"Then I have to think of a good name."

Rega domineeringly took over the naming rights, pretending to be thoughtful, and occasionally lifting the swaddling clothes to observe the baby's facial features.

Quite a while.

Rhaenyra's expression started to look unnatural, and she was a little worried about her daughter's name.

Rhaegar pretended to be mysterious and said firmly: "Visenya, the greatest female warrior of the family."

"Okay!" Rhaenyra agreed.

Look at that bird's eager look, its eyes are shining.

Rhaegar smiled.

After her initial joy, Rhaenyra also saw Rhaegar's deliberate teasing and said angrily: "I have always wanted a girl in my dreams. You don't know what name you will think of."

As he said this, he turned around and took back the swaddle, pretending to be sulking.

Rhaegar coaxed him left and right, stroking the baby's soft face.

I took a moment to take a look.

Silver-gold hair roots, eyes not yet opened.

As expected, the younger daughter will definitely inherit Rhaenyra's appearance when she grows up. She will be a Targaryen beauty with long silver-gold hair and purple eyes.

squeak——

The door opened from the outside, interrupting the intimacy of the family of three.

"Father, we are back."

Eamonn took the lead and burst in excitedly.

"Shh! Don't disturb mother and brother's rest."

Belron's eyes were dangerous, and he was holding a furnace-shaped incubation vessel in his hand.

Following closely behind were Viserys in a wheelchair and Mekar, who was as small as transparent.

Viserys held his forehead helplessly: "I really can't stop these little guys."

"It's okay." Reggapi smiled and said, "It's all just to be sorted out."

Aemon shrank his neck, feeling that his father was targeting him.

Bellon was more steady. He walked aside and opened the container, revealing a steaming green dragon egg. He was full of expectations: "We personally selected the dragon egg for our brother."

"oh?"

Although Rhaenyra was helpless, she did not refuse the kindness of her two sons. She sat up slightly and looked.

Seeing a familiar dragon egg, he praised: "Very good, that will be the best dragon egg."

Verron said seriously: "I spent a long time choosing this one. My brother will definitely like it."

"Well……"

Rhaenyra raised her slender eyebrows, trying to clear up the misunderstanding about her eldest son.

Suddenly, Meka, who had been wandering in a fugue, said calmly: "It's my sister, not my brother."

"younger sister?"

Belron was startled and looked at the swaddled baby.

Aemon was even more exaggerated. His face that looked like his brother fell down, and he exclaimed: "She's actually a sister!?"

They thought it would be a younger brother.

Especially Aemon, as a senior brother, specifically wanted a new brother.

Well, Meka doesn't count.

At this time, Mekar's eyes widened, staring at Aemon unblinkingly, and repeated: "It's my sister."

A shiver ran down Aemon's spine when he was stared at, and he said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, it's my sister."

Only then was Meka satisfied, and she lay back on the chair again, wanting to see what her sister looked like.

The little guy is young but has great ideas.

Rhaegar looked sideways at his youngest son.

The boy got a basket from nowhere and carried it on his back. He put the dark red dragon eggs inside and covered it with a blanket he had begged from his grandfather.

After all the little ones had seen the newly born Visenya, Rhaegar began to shout: "Look, everyone, get out."

"We haven't seen enough."

Aemon shook his little butt reluctantly.

boom--

Lei Jia went up and kicked one, picked up one with one hand and threw it out. He said without any pretense: "Get out of here. If the three numbers don't disappear, all of them will report to Grand Scholar Mukun."

As soon as these words came out, even the silent Maekar got up and ran out with the backpack on his back.

When he passed by his grandfather, he did not forget to put the blanket back on his grandfather's old cold legs.

Viserys's tired body began to feel sleepy. He handed the swaddling clothes to his eldest son and said, "I'm tired too. I'll take care of them by the way."

"Father, I didn't say you."

Rhaegar was helpless.

"Stay and take good care of Rhaenyra."

Viserys was very sleepy. He was exhausted by his daughter's delivery.

Rhaegar no longer insisted and told Erik to take his father back to his room.

Since his abdication, his father moved to Harrenhal, where the climate is pleasant, and only occasionally returned to King's Landing.

It's good that the underground lava of the Thousand Faces Island is increasing day by day, and the hot springs have a nourishing effect.

Bang——

The door closed and Rhaegar turned around.

Rhaenyra held the swaddling clothes, humming a ballad softly, and looked at him sideways.

The siblings smiled at each other.