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

Red Fort, Holy Cathedral.

The dim enclosed space, candlelight creates a feminine atmosphere.

A small figure sat on the edge of the altar surrounded by white tallow candles.

In front of him was the hideous skull of Balerion, the Black God of Death.

"Prince, if you don't go back to bed, you will be lazy in the morning."

Sir Stephen stood to one side, persuading patiently.

"Shh~"

Meka's face scrunched up and she frowned.

Stephen was helpless and nodded in understanding.

I have no choice but to follow the little prince's wishes since I was assigned to it.

"Thanks."

Meka thanked her softly, her big watery eyes full of sincerity.

Without waiting for Stephen to say anything, the little guy tiptoed onto the altar.

There were densely packed tallow candles spread out around the altar, and more than half of them were burning brightly at the moment.

Meka looked normal and stepped across the candlelight easily.

Soon, came the lower jaw of Balerion's skull.

Meka looked up at the sky, her little face full of confusion, and stretched out her hands to touch the still warm dragon skull.

His dragon egg was lost.

Loss in a profound sense can never be recovered.

"Father said Balerion would protect us."

Maekar stared at Balerion's skull, clasped his hands and prayed: "Balerion, you helped my grandfather and father, please help me tonight."

A huge dragon skull and a petite silver-haired boy.

Under the dim candle shadow, Stephen remained silent, looking at the little guy who didn't even have a dragon's tooth.

Mekar knelt on her knees, her body small, like a devout believer in a god.

"Goodbye, Balerion."

After a while, Meka took a deep breath and stood up to say goodbye.

Turning around, he saw Steve looking at him blankly, tilting his head: "Jazz, help me."

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the altar and opened his arms.

Steve suddenly came back to his senses. For a moment, he thought that His Majesty was a child, so he hurried forward: "Your Highness, do you want to go back and rest?"

Meka was carried to the ground obediently and pursed her lower lip: "No, Balerion told me."

"Told, what?"

Stephen was confused.

Maekar raised his head and widened his eyes: "Balerian told me that tonight is not a good time to sleep."

He lifted his feet and left the church, holding on to the door frame with one hand.

The little guy's expression was erratic, just like a little magic stick that was nagging: "It told me that dragon training is about to happen!"

…

Braavos.

"Hiss-"

"..."

Three giant dragons rose into the sky, flew over the fire-filled city, and flew towards the narrow sea.

When passing by a small floating island connected by a bridge, a gray building below stood out.

Rega seemed to sense it, and looked down with the help of the bright moonlight, whispering softly: "The Courtyard of Black and White."

Headquarters of the Faceless Men.

The most feared building in all of Braavos.

Give instructions with a tap of your palm.

"Hiss-"

Gluttonous swooped down and plunged into the floating island area, circling in circles around the Monastery of Black and White.

Rhaegar said nothing, just looking at the gray building with the closed door.

Just now, he had a cordial and friendly conversation with Sea King Spandam.

In the name of the Iron Throne, he borrowed another five hundred thousand gold dragons, with a maximum repayment time of sixty years.

And, both parties signed a treaty.

The Iron Throne declares war, and Braavos is not allowed to intervene in any form, otherwise the debtor has the right to erase the debt.

Alternative means to eliminate the idea of ​​Braavos taking the lead in attacking the Iron Throne.

Yes, just thoughts.

The three giant dragons are powerful enough to burn everyone in the Neptune Palace to death.

However, the group behind the Iron Bank is still alive.

They have enough money to buy off mercenaries from all over the world.

The money is scattered all over the world and buried in secret vaults. Even if Braavos is burned down, it will not be found.

Rhaegar gave Braavos a small warning and a timely show of force.

Braavos must either endure this or rush to war.

It turns out.

Businessmen are all a group of rats seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

The loan from Iron Throne was successful, and 500,000 gold dragons were delivered to the Bank of Myr three days later.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, and dragon flames sprayed on the river channel outside the gray building, carrying the driver back to the sky.

Rega recovered his mind and said calmly: "Let's go, man."

During the negotiation with Neptune, he made very realistic demands.

From tonight, no harm comes to his children.

Including but not limited to; assassination, illness, falling off the horse...

If any child has an accident, he will immediately ride a dragon to Braavos and burn the Neptune Palace to the ground first.

Very unreasonable, even very blunt.

After all, most of King Renrui's thirteen children died in infancy or accidents.

However, Rhaegar didn't care.

Senela Targaryen once said that the climate in Westeros is too cold to welcome the hot Targaryen.

He sat on that iron chair and wanted to tell the world.

Targaryen is the Dragon King, and true dragons will carry blood and fire wherever they go.

Rhaegar has Shiliu, the water dancer, and Sarah, who was born as a faceless man.

It’s very clear how threatening the existence of the “Faceless Man” is.

Hiring a Faceless Man to assassinate him could wipe out the Iron Throne's income for a year.

Value represents ability.

He didn't dare to bet on whether someone would hire a faceless man to assassinate him, especially those close to him.

Even he himself is not 100% safe.

A cup of intestinal poison can also go to Balerion.

In order to avoid accidents, it is better to get things done first.

Checking and balancing each other is the long-term solution.

This house of black and white is just as comfortable as wandering in the mainland of Braavos.

Westeros, it's not welcome.

…

The night becomes darker and darker.

Three giant dragons flew out of Braavos and landed in a remote village.

"quack……"

A pitch-black raven flew over and settled on the crooked-neck tree far away from the dragon.

Rhaegar recognized the appearance of the raven, the little pet that Shiliu had raised in the palace in Myr.

Among the three city-states, Myr has direct jurisdiction over the royal territory.

Ciriu withdrew from Volantis and remained in Myr as Chief Swordsman.

Concurrently, Chief Intelligence Officer.

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, and the raven flew over on his own, letting him take off the mailbox.

Open the mailbox, take out the letter paper and read it carefully.

Just two sentences;

[Lady Messaria is pregnant, Prince Damon holds a private celebration banquet in the brothel]

[Volantis assembles a fleet to try to block the ships arriving at the Summer Sea from the disputed land]

Compared to the letters Rhaenyra had received, this letter had more information and was more detailed.

After Rhaegar read the letter, he raised his head and closed his eyes to look at the sky.

puff!

The flames flickered at the fingertips, burning the small piece of letter paper.

Helena and Aemond climbed off the dragon's back.

The former looked innocent and held the slender Chang Xia in his arms.

The latter strode forward, one eye flashing, and asked: "Is there any new information?"

The corners of Rhaegar's lips curled up, and he sighed: "There is a fool who doesn't know how to live or die, and is ready to sacrifice his life to help me complete my great cause."

Damon's father planned all the plans for his multiple marriages.

Reveal the alliance between the good uncle and the sea snake.

Secondly, the Tiger Party of Volantis was unwilling to take only part of Lys's port tax and provoked troubles several times.

The two things colliding together are wonderful.

Lead Velaryon's fleet to crush the ambitious Volantis.

By the way, I entered the Sea of ​​Smoke and found the wandering wild young dragon.

In addition to the war, troops from various places must be sent to support, and the valley is naturally indispensable.

All the opposing factions in the valley were mobilized and sent to the battlefield.

Sitting back and watching the quarrel between Damon and Lanner, he intensified the conflict behind the scenes and endorsed his good uncle's marriage to Bai Maggot Xiaomei.

Proper planning can not only solve the inheritance problem of the eldest daughter, but also remove the last dignity of the good uncle and Velaryon.

It can be said that it accomplishes multiple things with one stone!

Of course, the incident requires a heroic sacrifice to stir up the current stagnant water.

Volantis is a victim who has enough strength but not enough strength.

Rhaegar let out a long breath and looked sideways at Aemond, who was looking forward to it: "Go back to Storm's End and discuss marriage with Cassandra."

Emond's face changed slightly, he was not very willing.

After Rhaegar understood this younger brother, he grinned: "Then, mobilize the troops of Stormland and wait for my order."

Hearing this, Emond's expression instantly improved and he said confidently: "Okay, wait for my news."

War, what a good word.

As the second son, only victory in the war can bring him glory.

The family will be proud of him.

Rhaegar threw away the burned confetti and called Helena, who said nothing. "Follow me, let's go to Myr and prepare to accept the loan from Braavos."

By the way, please contact the Eagle's Nest City.

Bai maggot Xiaomei, what a good chess piece.

It really disgusts everyone like maggots.

Helena nodded silently, stood on tiptoes and touched Aemond's head, then climbed onto the dragon's back.

Soon, the brother and sister rode the dragon away.

Aemond remained alone, his one eye flickering dimly as he recalled the touch of his sister's touch.

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief lay on the ground and poked the driver with the dragon's tail.

Emond waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't make trouble, we have business to do."

The sheep thief shook his head in disdain, punched his nose hard, and ignored the increasingly scheming driver.

Aemond hesitated, then bent down to pick up the only scrap of paper.

It was a piece of paper the size of a fingernail, the edges were burnt and black, and a few small characters could be faintly seen.

"White maggot, celebrate."

Aemond frowned, analyzing the meaning of these two words.

Combined with what he saw on Chaotou Island, Wang Uncle Dameng’s events over the years.

It is not difficult to guess that Bai Maggot must be happy, and there will be waves within the royal family.

His eldest brother Rhaegar was his role model, wise, mighty and fearless.

Unfortunately, he is essentially a henpecked idiot.

Rhaenyra has been weighing on top of him for so many years, and she may have accumulated a lot of conflicts.

In his opinion, it is okay for a man to marry more than one, let alone the king of a country.

If possible, he would also like to marry more and gain more, and find a satisfactory lover.

Rhaena had framed Lady Jeyne of the Eyrie, which he considered to be a very jealous woman.

This was one of the important reasons why he was hostile to Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar, the eldest brother, should not be stained.

Emond threw away the scraps of paper and smiled happily: "It's time for my sister to get married, and it's time for Uncle Wang to help."

After that, ride on the back of the sheep thief.

As the increasingly larger mud dragon spread its wings, he suddenly recalled the scene of the confrontation between the three brothers and the Sea King of Braavos.

Rhaegar, the eldest brother, held the true fire, and Helena drew the long summer.

Two Valyrian steel swords, what a grand display.

Aemond shook his head and muttered: "Valyrian steel weapons, where should I find one?"

He touched the one-eyed dagger on his waist.

Given by my eldest brother, but not suitable for frontal battlefields.

The family has many Valyrian steel weapons.

Blackfyre in my father's hand, Light of the Kingdom worn by Rhaenyra, Dark Sisters of Aunt Rhaenys...

By the way, my eldest brother also has two Valyrian steel weapons.

A seldom used spear "Morning Light" and a lost long sword Dragon Claw.

Thinking about it, Aemond's eyes lit up: "Valerion once had a scimitar Seafoam. As a Valyrian, Celtigar seems to have one too."

The thought arose and grew uncontrollably.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief soared into the sky, his brown wings covering the bright moon, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.