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

Menas reluctantly agreed.

He ordered the dragon hunters to separate the two young dragons and take the little prince's hand into a dragon pit.

…

There is a tunnel connected to the outside world, with rough masonry underfoot.

Meka observed carefully and stepped on the damaged masonry, and the surrounding area quickly turned into a cave.

Click!

Stephen lit a torch and walked carefully ahead to clear the way.

Menas looked bitter: "That young dragon is sleeping, it's best not to disturb it easily."

Young dragons are also dragons.

Once angry, not ordinary people can bear it.

Meka remained silent, blinking her big blue eyes, full of curiosity about everything around her.

Click——

Stephen made a movement and crushed a bone like a lamb rib.

Meka sniffed and wrinkled the tip of her nose: "I smell the scent of a dragon."

The lingering smell of sulfur, coupled with the rotten smell of accumulated dragon dung.

One sip and it's hard to finish in words.

"Next, be more careful."

Menas grabbed the little guy and advised Sir Stephen: "The young dragon is very ferocious, so don't approach it rashly."

He had already seen that the little prince was here to try to tame the dragon.

This scene seems to go back to more than ten years ago, when His Majesty entered the Dreamfire Lair for the first time.

Menas is middle-aged and doesn't want any more accidents.

Stephen's muscles tensed, the sword on his waist was half unsheathed, he kicked away the bones blocking the way and continued moving forward.

Meka stood between the two and said obediently: "I won't disturb it."

Not long after.

The smell of dragons filled the air became stronger, and the torches swayed back and forth in the oxygen-scarce underground.

Meka held her breath and stared at the dark depths of the cave with her big eyes.

Wow——

The outline of a dragon shadow loomed, and the chain shook softly.

Through the dim light, a big guy was vaguely visible lying on the ground, surrounded by various leftovers.

A little further away, there were piles of dry and hard excrement.

Like a stalactite stuck to the ground, it protected the young dragon in the middle.

"Don't be nervous."

Meka took out a fire folder and walked boldly inside.

"prince……"

Stephen was shocked and wanted to reach out to stop him.

"Shh!" Meka reminded in a low voice and ducked sideways.

He felt it.

That big guy, the sleeping dragon suddenly woke up.

"Hiss!!"

As if receiving some kind of guidance, the dragon shadow in the depths suddenly sprang out, pulling on the chain and making a tense sound.

Meka stopped and stared at the angry beast hopefully.

A young dragon with silver-black scales all over its body, cyan scales on its side ridges, and mist-colored wing membranes.

Young dragons are not small in size, more than 7 meters long from head to tail, and grow faster than their peers.

At this moment, the young dragon poked out a huge dragon head, opened its mouth and sprayed dragon flames at the stone wall.

"Hiss!"

The gray smoke-like dragon flames clung to the charred stone wall, scraping off a layer of stone skin.

Meka raised her hand to cover it, staring unblinkingly with one blue eye.

"Keep calm, Thrax!"

Menas walked out from behind, held the little prince in one hand, and communicated in High Valyrian.

Stephen waved the torch and protected the two people behind him.

"Roar……"

Thrax roared low, and with the sound of chains scraping the ground, he crawled out of the crypt step by step with his wings on the ground.

There are gray dragon flames sticking to the stone wall above the head, and the light in the cramped space is enhanced.

Thrax's vertical pupils were indifferent, and his fangs were as sharp as saw teeth, as he stared at the three people who suddenly broke in.

Meka was held under Menas's arm and struggled to poke his head out.

Soon, he saw clearly.

A silver-black dragon, the dragon flame has a rare adhesion property.

The most important thing is.

The head of this young dragon is so big!

Meka's eyes widened as he looked repeatedly at the unusual young dragon.

The dragon's head is big and wide, like a steel gate with a spear.

There are no back scales to enhance flight ability, and there are dense thorns and horns growing on the back of the head, jaw, and neck of the dragon.

One glance showed that this young dragon was born to fight.

Menas and Stephen looked nervous, staring at Thrax closely, and stepped back step by step.

Suddenly, Mekar yelled, "Thlax!"

The two adults broke out in cold sweats, preparing themselves for the young dragon to be angered.

Fortunately, in order to prevent the young dragons from fighting each other, all the dragons in the dragon pit wear shackles.

The shackles will only be released when Your Majesty is herding the dragons.

The little guy roared, which also alarmed Slax, who remained aloof.

Thrax blinked his eyelids slightly, facing Meka with his ferocious dragon head, his amber vertical pupils showing a hint of suspicion.

Maekar broke free from the restraints, trotted towards the young dragon, stretched out a hand: "Thlax, you belong to me!"

"Gah?"

Thrax, who was cautious in nature, retreated a distance.

Meka was so courageous that she rushed directly to the young dragon and looked up at him: "Follow me and leave the dragon's lair."

Thrax lowered his head, his vertical pupils just meeting his.

One person and one dragon looked at each other, and a weak connection gradually emerged.

Meka bit her lower lip, her eyes bright.

My father said that to train a dragon, you have to be bold.

Either you are riding on a dragon, or the dragon is riding on your head.

Thrax relaxed his vigilance, and the dragon's head dropped little by little until it was parallel to Mekar.

Inheriting the bloodline of Mogul, its dragon head is particularly large.

It is three times the size of an ordinary baby dragon.

Meka stood in front of it, opened the dragon's kiss slightly and swallowed it in one bite.

But Thrax didn't do that.

Smelling the familiar stench, Thrax fell into some memories, and the irritability that was awakened quietly disappeared.

In the amber vertical pupils, the anger and cruelty representing the beast were suppressed.

Instead, there was a cute boy with short platinum hair and blue pupils.

Buzz——

Meka shuddered unconsciously, feeling an inexplicable connection in his heart.

The tenacity of this connection quickly increased as the man and the dragon looked at each other.

"Thrax."

Meka murmured, his eyes hazy.

"Hiss!"

Thrax stood up brazenly, the huge dragon mouth approached, the fangs pierced through the clothes, and picked up Meka's whole body.

Plop——

The dragon's neck turned back, Meka spread his legs and rode steadily on the dragon's back.

"Wait, the chain..."

Menas changed his face and saw that the young dragon was about to leave the dragon pit.

"Hiss!"

Thrax didn't care at all, and spit a mouthful of gray dragon flame on the chain that bound his hind legs.

Zila Zila...

The dragon flame quickly attached, melting the bowl-thick chain into molten iron.

Immediately, the mist-colored dragon wings stretched out.

Meka lay on the dragon's back, tightening his short legs, and his face flushed with excitement: "Thrax, fly!"

The command was spoken in a pure accent of the binding spell.

Thrax understood it immediately, and his huge body knocked away Menas and Stephen, flying and running in the narrow tunnel.

The dragon wings rubbed against each other along the way, knocking down a lot of slag.

Meka held his head with both hands, and his small chest hurt from the scales.

However, the little guy was not afraid or afraid of pain.

He was laughing, with his mouth wide open.

"Thrax, charge!"

"Hiss!"

Thrax rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, and the silver-black dragon body was like a chariot, crashing through the bonfire in front of the dragon pit.

At this moment, Blizzard and Iragas' emotions tended to be stable, and each held their own side and did not move.

As soon as Thrax appeared, he instantly broke the confrontation between the two dragons.

Without waiting for the two young dragons to move, Thrax flapped his wings and flew out of the bronze gate regardless of the dragon keeper's obstruction.

The night was deep and the moon was bright.

Thrax flew into the sky, with Maekar's screams and cheers on his back.

Maekar giggled and subconsciously hugged the dragon's neck tightly, overlooking King's Landing in the night.

"Dragon flame!"

At a command, gray dragon flames sprayed.

Maekar was very excited and hugged Thrax and circled over the dragon's lair for several times.

He knew that Balerion would not lie to children.

If the dark red dragon egg could not hatch a young dragon, then he would tame one himself.

From now on, he was also a great dragon rider.

...

Dragon's lair.

A large number of dragon guards were alarmed and ran out of the gate to look at the young dragon flying in the night sky.

Menas, leaning on a bamboo stick, jumped out and sighed to the sky: "Fortunately, fortunately, the little prince is safe."

The last time, His Majesty's lesson made him lose a leg.

I hope it won't happen again.

Stephen covered his chest, his face pale: "Hurry up and notify the Red Castle, don't let the queen worry."

The collision of Thrax was not light.

It was a little bit, and I almost vomited my dinner.

Red Castle.

Rhaenyra said goodbye to Elena and lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

A sharp dragon roar sounded, attracting her attention.

She turned over and got out of bed, stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

On the Rhaenys Hill, clusters of fire lit up.

A dragon shadow that perfectly blended into the night shuttled through the dark clouds, carrying a silver-haired little boy to fly.

"Mekar!?"

Rhaenyra widened her eyes and recognized her child at a glance.

The next day, Myr.

Rhaegar sat on the table with his upper body naked, writing in the first rays of morning sun.

The huge glass floor-to-ceiling window was right in front of him, and the beautiful scenery outside the Governor's Mansion could be clearly seen.

After years of reform, Myr officially entered the period of development.

Various handicrafts flourished, and the port collected a lot of taxes.

The fertile land of thousands of miles backed by the disputed land has developed plantations, farmlands, and orchards of all sizes.

Easily feed the millions of people in the city-state.

Fruit farmers and vendors can be seen everywhere on the streets, bargaining for business.

The slavery and oppression of the past have been changed.

Rhaegar glanced at it, not very interested, and continued to write and send letters.

Apart from the half-written letter in hand, there were three sealed letters on the table.

Swish, swish, swish...

The feather pen paused, and the letter was signed at the end.

Rhaegar stuffed it into the envelope with a satisfied smile.

A total of four letters were sent by ravens to Winterfell and White Harbor in the North, and Eyrie and Gulltown in the Valley.

In short, White Harbor and Gulltown were instructed to send patrol ships to monitor Braavos' every move.

As feudal lords, Winterfell and Eyrie must pay attention to this matter.

A war against Volantis is about to start.

Sometimes, an agreement is just a piece of waste paper.

Braavos is rich and must be guarded against.

"Braavos is contained by White Harbor and Gulltown. I think the deterrent effect is better than the actual effect."

Rhaegar analyzed carefully and replaced the feather pen in his hand with a carving knife.

He selected a piece of stone and imitated the inscription of the space necklace and carved it carefully.

He never fell behind in stone carving.

On the round wooden table used for office, he visited each carving in different categories.

The most conspicuous group of them was actually the damaged map of the land of long summer.

You can clearly find the collapsed Fourteen Fire Peaks and the vast plains that must be rich in the Land of Long Summer.

In a corner near the sea, a dragon-shaped stone sculpture stands abruptly.

If you look closely, the dragon head of the stone sculpture looks like Balerion.

The area pressed by the stone sculpture is exactly the Targaryen land marked by the exile Enar.

Rhaegar has repeatedly scouted.

That area is remote and adjacent to the Gulf of Sorrow, so it should not be completely destroyed.

If necessary, it may be possible to return to the land and retrieve some of the heritage left by the ancestors.

For example, special minerals, resurrection orchids and the like.

Buzz——

The carving knife carefully carved, and the stone carved out the inscription, flashing a faint halo.

Rhaegar became more serious and held his breath.

Every time the knife fell, he made sure it would not be light, let alone heavy.

The fire magic was delivered slowly and steadily.