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

Belron was unprepared and was dragged into a dark room.

The layout of the house is complex, like a honeycomb of cubicles.

The walls have no windows, the interior is damp and dark, and the gaps between the masonry and stone are covered with moldy moss.

"Woo~"

Verron struggled hard, thinking there was a trafficker.

"Shh, don't make a sound!"

The furry head lies on the shoulders and the accent is weird.

But I can clearly tell that she is a little girl.

When Bellon heard the sound, he immediately calmed down and stretched out his hand to open the dirty hands covering his mouth.

At an accidental glance, the skin was olive-colored, and there was an obvious rough feeling when the fingertips rubbed against the cheek.

The owner of the little hand did not refuse.

"Who are you?"

Belron quickly distanced himself and turned to stare at the stranger who came to rescue him.

A strong girl who looks young and has fluffy black hair.

"My name is Castor."

The girl had a dark complexion and a pair of almond-shaped eyes. She looked up and down at the silver-haired boy as if he were a treasure.

Belron felt uncomfortable and silently took a step back.

At first glance, the other party was several years older than him, and he looked very fierce.

On her not-so-pretty face, freckles covered both sides of her cheeks.

The bridge of the nose was collapsed and crooked, and there was an obvious scar on the tip of the nose, as if it had been broken by a punch.

However, a pair of widely spaced eyes are always filled with confidence.

"you……"

Verron hesitated, thinking that there was an assassination outside.

Unexpectedly, Castor showed a big smile, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the house, saying proudly: "Hi! Aranda, I also caught a dragon."

squeak——

As he spoke, he kicked open an old door panel, and a beam of light pierced his eyes.

In the interplay of light and darkness, the bed frame creaked under the weight.

A middle-aged woman with the same fluffy curly hair and a strong figure is working.

Castor's sudden intrusion naturally shocked the fighting woman, and she quickly got off her horse.

"Feel sorry!"

Castor immediately turned around, too embarrassed to look.

Bellon was stunned and dizzy.

How could the majestic crown prince of a country have ever seen such a grand scene?

The curly-haired woman cursed, picked up her skirt and put it on.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Castor raised his foot and kicked Belron in the butt, and said angrily: "Come out with me."

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, there was a violent coughing sound from the bed.

"etc."

Belron was stunned when he heard the sound, feeling that it sounded inexplicably familiar.

Castor kicked me again, Huo Daodao said, "How dare you look at it."

The leaky leather boots kicked on the butt, it didn't hurt at all.

Beirron stood firm under his feet and said astonishingly: "Second uncle, are you here too?"

There was no curly-haired woman blocking the view, revealing the benefactor lying on the bed.

He has wet silver hair and a fair and plump young handsome face.

At this moment, the young man kept coughing and raised his hand to wipe the water stains around his mouth.

The curly-haired woman was half-kneeling beside the bed, apologizing aggrievedly.

Belron exerted his strength and shook off the head-high Ricinus, and excitedly walked towards the broken bed: "Second uncle, it's really you!"

Aegon managed to stop coughing, his face turning red.

As soon as he saw his good nephew entering his sight, he quickly grabbed the sheet and covered his lower body, his face wrinkled: "Berron, why are you here?"

"That's what I want to ask you too."

Belron looked at his second uncle, then at the curly-haired beauty with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes: "Aren't you with my uncle?"

Balerion on top!

Today’s experience is more exciting than the previous six years.

"That...this..."

Aegon hesitated and quickly changed the subject: "Tell me! Why are you here, or I will tell Rhaenyra."

Of course he couldn't say that he was chased out of a high-end brothel by Emond and found a prostitute who liked him.

From now on, I won’t have the shame to brag in front of my nephew.

He glanced around and noticed the poor curly-haired woman.

Worried about his nephew's presence, he warned: "Don't tell anyone what happened today!"

The curly-haired woman nodded like a fool and promised again and again that no news would be spread.

Aegon breathed a sigh of relief and took out three golden dragons from his pocket. After thinking about it, he stuffed one back and threw two to the opponent.

"This is a hundred times the price of you, don't spread it around!"

"Don't worry, how could a real dragon appear in the quagmire?"

The curly-haired beauty's eyes widened when she saw the money, and she picked up the golden dragon with a flattering look on her face.

Aegon glanced at the clothes one by one with distress.

Things that money can solve...

Still spent a lot of money, enough to stay in Flea Bottom brothel for a month!

Aegon gritted his teeth secretly and thought to himself that he was really unlucky.

Fortunately, it's money well spent.

If he appears in a place like this with his great nephew, Rhaegar will break his third leg.

While putting on his clothes, Aegon once again focused on the innocent Baerron, thinking about ways to get him to keep the secret.

About to tell a little lie.

Belron grabbed him and said with an urgent expression: "Second uncle, come with me quickly, there are assassins outside."

"Wait a minute and speak clearly."

Aegon was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard something wrong.

Bellon jumped up and down anxiously and pointed into the alley: "Don't wait, I'm being assassinated!"

"Who dares to assassinate you?"

Aegon was stunned, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

The crown prince of a country!

Rhaegar is such a big boy!

Who could think so hard about picking this dragon cub to attack?

Beiron was anxious and angry, and pulled him away: "Don't ask, Meka is already lost!"

It was so hard to see a relative, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Not to mention, the little guy was so strong that he pulled Aegon off the bed.

Aegon was shocked. He looked at his weak legs, pinched his fat belly, and found an excuse to refuse: "Don't be impulsive, uncle will take you to find the patrol."

Six years ago, he dared to go out and fight.

Since the Stone Steps Archipelago got better, his skills have been abandoned.

Baeron heard the refusal and angrily shook his hand away: "If you don't go, I will go by myself."

After that, he walked to the front door.

Castor's eyes were sly, staring at the uncle and nephew pulling, and followed the silver-haired boy closely.

Before going out, he picked up Aegon's belt and took out a ruby ​​and hid it in his sleeve.

Aegon was helpless, put on his clothes in a hurry, and followed his nephew out.

...

Alley.

The assassin boss sneaked into the alley, smelled the stench in the air, and searched without changing his face.

Soon, a shabby wooden door with piles of feces and urine was found.

The assassin boss grinned, inserted the dagger into the crack of the door, and tried to pry it open.

At the same time.

At the entrance of the alley, on a narrow street.

A man in a black robe walked along the wall, looking at the poor vendors on both sides of the street.

At the corner, the assassin boss who was prying the door was just seen.

From a distance, he looked him up and down thoroughly.

His palms were covered with calluses, there was a scar at the corner of his eye, and his body was lean and energetic.

However, there was no sign of systematic training.

The black-robed man chuckled and saw a thin old man selling stone carvings at his feet.

He bent down to pick up a piece of uncarved raw stone and walked into the alley with light hands and feet.

The thin old man's eyes were cloudy, and he buried his head in anger but dared not speak.

...

Click! Click!

The assassin boss knelt down and repeatedly poked the bolt of the broken door with a dagger.

After two unsuccessful attempts, he angrily tried to kick the door.

However, what he didn't notice was that danger was imminent.

The black-robed man walked silently until he stood behind his target and weighed the broken stone in his hand.

"Hi!"

The black-robed man tilted his head and greeted politely.

"You..."

The assassin boss turned back in fear and choked before he could finish his words.

Bang!

The skull cracked, and a piece of skull flew far away and fell into the pit of feces and urine.

"With this level, you dare to be an assassin."

The black-robed man shook his head regretfully, and with a light push of his fingers, the corpse fell straight back.

He bent down and dragged the corpse to the corner, and a strand of silver hair fell on his shoulders.

Rhaegar lifted his hood and stared at the broken door in a complicated way.

Aegon was also inside, and Baelon was inside.

One big and one small, their vigilance was too low.

"I'll give them a good lesson later."

Rhaegar sighed in disappointment and took out the dragon compass from the necklace around his neck.

The compass was simple and majestic, and the needle was spinning back and forth.

He had just seen the patrol go out and had found Benella and Aemon.

Rhaena didn't see it, but he had to find his youngest son Maekar first.

Buzz——

The needle pointed to the direction of the port, and the spider web blood pattern was fixed on a pattern of a dragon laying eggs.

Rhaegar put on his hood and set off with the compass in his hand.

When he passed by the thin old man selling stone carvings, he casually threw back the blood-stained raw stone and two heavy silver deer.

Without saying a word, he continued walking.

"Thank you, sir!"

The thin old man got up and knelt down again, biting the silver deer in surprise to test the purity.

...

Soon, the two little things approached the alley, and peeked in with two heads, one above and one below.

"Dead?"

Castor stretched his neck and saw the dead body at a glance.

Baeron pinched his nose, pushed away the barren bag on his head, and said steadily: "I heard the patrol."

Although he was curious about how the assassin died, it was more important to seek help.

...

Dark alleys, unknown streets.

Rhaena fled in a panic, and the two assassins behind her chased her relentlessly.

Compared to her sisters Benella and Aemon, she became the unlucky one who attracted fire.

The two assassins covered their faces, pushed away the vendors blocking the way, and chased hard.

"Ah!"

Rhaena slipped and screamed with her eyes closed.

Bang——

The imagined face hitting the ground did not happen, and the whole person hit a hard chest.

Looking up, a serious face wrapped in a silver-white helmet came into view.

Alec looked solemn, and drew out his long sword with a swish, and said in a muffled voice: "Prince Daeron, you take Miss Rhaena and go first."

"Daeron!?"

Rhaena was surprised, Daeron was next to the white knight.

"Follow me."

Daeron helped his fiancée up, and a patrol team protected the two of them in the middle.

Without any worries, Alec rushed forward with his sword.

The two assassins saw this and knew that the situation was hopeless. They looked at each other and said, "Run!"

"Stop!"

Alec moved swiftly, like a cheetah, and caught up with the two assassins who wanted to blend into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

He stabbed out with a sword and pierced through one of them in the abdomen.

He pulled it out with a swirl, and his intestines spilled all over the ground.

The other assassin was terrified. He had heard of the White Knight's name a long time ago, so he ran away.

Alec moved faster, slashing his long sword across the waist and cutting him in half.

...

Harbor, the Sea Serpent.

The sailors were in chaos, shouting and running away.

Rhaegar, wearing a black robe, boarded the ship and walked into the open cabin.

Buzz——

The compass hummed slightly, and the needle glowed faintly.

Rhaegar turned around and pointed the pointer at a dim warehouse.

Clang——

Kicked the wooden door open, and the dim light hit a person.

Adam's face was tense and his body was wet.

In his arms, Maeka curled up and shivered with cold.

Adam held a hammer and stared at the door.

On his shoulder, there was a shriveled basket.

Rhaegar took off his hood and looked at the pair in surprise.

"Father!"

Maeka raised his head suddenly and shouted aggrievedly.

Seeing the handsome appearance of silver hair and purple eyes, Adam's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in a stammer: "My Lord..."