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

Crab Island.

A small island located in the middle of the Narrow Sea adjacent to the Crab Claw Peninsula.

The Celtigar family, who are also descendants of Valyria, have lived here for generations.

Build a large town and port on the island.

Early in the morning, the port was crowded with people, mostly merchant ships passing by on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

On a remote beach.

The fishermen disembarked from the boat and went into the sea to retrieve the fishing nets that had been cast in advance.

Women and children rolled up their trouser legs and bent down to pick up oysters and crabs left behind by the tide.

Suddenly, a shadow shrouded the head.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar sounded, and the fishermen looked up in fear.

Blue sky with white clouds.

An ugly, ferocious, and huge mud dragon soared from a distance.

"dragon!"

"Run quickly..."

The fishermen rarely saw the dragon and jumped out of the boat into the sea in panic.

On the beach, the fisherwomen were frightened and ran away with their children in their arms.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief raised his eyes and lowered his figure in a playful manner, making the fishermen scream in panic.

"Stop messing around and hurry up!"

An impatient scolding came from the dragon's back.

The sheep thief got angry, flicked the dragon's tail, and accelerated suddenly.

…

In the center of Crab Island, there is a small mountain range.

Setiga's clan castle is built on the mountain, and its appearance is white marble with red rubble.

At first glance, it looks like a big crab lying on the ground.

"Hiss..."

The sun dimmed, the dragon-shaped shadow covered the sky, and the entire castle fell into haze.

Suddenly, the guards were alarmed.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the reserve force on the ground is, they can only watch the dragon soar.

The sheep thief traveled through the mountains, circled twice around the castle, and slowly landed in the castle vestibule.

Just in time, the castle gate opened.

Several figures in gorgeous clothes hurried out.

boom--

The sheep thief landed with a crash, setting off a strong wind mixed with the smell of sheep.

Several figures endured the discomfort and walked to the mud dragon.

Emond sat firmly on the dragon's back, looking down at the few people with one eye, and said in an arrogant manner: "Count Celtija, long time no see."

In the courtyard, the young Clemont Celtija looked worried and covered his messed up hair with one hand.

Beside him, a bald, silver-haired old man with a gloomy face stared directly at Aemond.

He is Clemont's father, the former earl of Celtija.

Bartimus Celtica.

Aemond noticed Bartimus, turned his head slightly, and glanced at his sleeves.

The cuffs were empty and no palms were extended.

At the beginning of the Narrow Sea War, Bartimus defied the sea ban and secretly smuggled supplies to the Essos continent.

After the incident was exposed, Junlin was imprisoned for a year.

His son Clement and his daughter Celine Cétija repeatedly requested that the treason charge be reduced to smuggling, and his hands be chopped off as punishment.

At this moment, Bartimus held his head high, with a coldness hidden in his green eyes, and said lukewarmly: "Prince Aemond, I wonder why you came here to control the dragon?"

Aemond's eyes were high and he didn't answer his words. He patted the dragon's back with its bumpy surface.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief understood what he was doing and roared at a few people, spewing out hot air that smelled of sulfur.

Bartimus was old and frail, and could not withstand such treatment. He covered his ears and groaned in pain.

Clemont was shocked and stepped forward to help his father.

Soon, the roaring stopped.

The sheep thief raised his eyes coldly, punched his nose hard, moved his body and slowly lay down.

Aemond unlocked the chain and grinned: "Earl of Clermont, I heard that young people have more common topics. Don't you welcome me?"

After saying this, the sheep thief swung his dragon tail, as if he was eyeing a few toys with great interest.

Clemont felt uneasy and watched helplessly as the shadow of the dragon shrouded his head.

Don’t dare to say: “No!”

…

at the same time.

On the other side of the Narrow Sea, the waters are under the jurisdiction of Reese.

Under the clear sky, the sea water is like an upside-down mirror.

An ordinary merchant ship drifted with the wind and gradually approached the waters controlled by Rees.

Wuwuwu——

Suddenly, a rough horn sounded, echoing in the vast sea.

On the watchtower of the merchant ship, the watchman looked around hurriedly with his heart in his throat.

As soon as he saw it, several warships appeared on the left and right wings, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

The lookout took a closer look and saw that the warship was actually hanging the sails of the harpy of Meereen.

The next second.

"There are pirates, full speed ahead, helmsman!"

On the deck, the watchman roared in fear and hurriedly climbed down the ladder.

There is only one possibility for a warship hanging a harpy.

Slave ships in Slaver's Bay.

The lookout reminded us promptly and the helmsman steered the boat very skillfully.

Unfortunately, the speed of large merchant ships can never be compared to that of small warships.

The slave ship was approaching inappropriately, and there were many archers on the deck, drawing their bows and shooting arrows without any reason.

The looting war is about to break out.

"ah!……"

"No, jump into the lifeboat quickly..."

"Help, don't run..."

The slave ships surrounded the merchant ships and fired arrows coated with kerosene, instantly defeating the sailors' defense.

In less than half an hour, the slave ship would have a bumper harvest.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a roar like rolling thunder resounded throughout the world.

The sailor who jumped into the sea looked up in panic, and a huge figure was reflected in his pupils.

"Vhagar, Dragon Flame!"

In the sky, a heroic female voice came out, giving instructions in Valyrian.

"Roar……"

An old green dragon swooped down, its drooping skin shaking, and black smoke and orange dragon flames gushed out from its dragon mouth.

Boom——

The dragon flame hit a slave ship, and the range just engulfed the entire ship.

The deck and masts were instantly burned.

The pirates wearing armor and holding crossbows were furious, and the burned masts were smashed into meat patties.

In a blink of an eye.

The flesh burned to ashes, and the iron melted into molten iron.

The whole ship continued to sink, leaving only thick black smoke.

Everything happened so fast that the surrounding slave ships didn't even react.

Lanar, wearing a red skirt armor, leaned over and shouted: "Vhagar, come again."

"Roar..."

Vhagar heard the order, twisted his old body, and fanned out a strong wind with his wings full of holes.

Immediately, the old dragon took off and the dragon flame came again.

Boom——

Another dragon flame sank a slave ship, and the mast was broken and blown away by the thick dragon tail.

Until this moment, the pirates who were the perpetrators immediately screamed like being raped.

"No!"

"Dragon, the dragon is coming!"

"Damn it, shoot the arrows quickly..."

Most pirates lost their resistance the moment they saw the dragon.

The pirate leader opened his eyes wide, kicked his men around him fiercely, and shouted to fight back at the top of his lungs.

"Roar..."

Vhagar dived again, and his huge body flew over the ship, and the black smoke mixed with dragon flames covered the entire sea.

The scorching waves rolled in, and the pirate leader's mind went blank.

The last moment of his sight was a pair of huge dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun.

The wing membrane was scattered with large and small holes, explaining the vicissitudes of the old dragon under the erosion of time.

Boom——

Before he could even scream, the black smoke covered his eyes, and the whole ship was buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Huh——

Vhagar raised his head and flank, his huge body leisurely rising up, and his old body could also respond flexibly.

These difficult movements were all the superb experience accumulated from more than 170 years of fighting.

Lanar smiled and encouraged: "Well done, Vhagar!"

They have been together for many years, from a girl to a woman and a mother.

Only Vhagar has never let her down, giving her a strong sense of security.

"Roar..."

Vhagar roared, like an old grandmother responding to her granddaughter, with a hint of pride in his cold vertical pupils.

Without the driver's order, he dived one after another.

A few breaths of dragon flames sprayed, and several slave ships were turned into candles on the sea without a single one left.

After the battle, Vhagar shook his dragon head, and his thick dragon neck let out a majestic roar.

Then, he turned around and flew back to Lys.

Lanar did not need to issue any extra instructions throughout the whole process, and calmly accepted the benefits of the old dragon's knowledge of the way.

Compared to Vhagar, Daemon is nothing.

If you really dare to humiliate her, don't blame her for being rude.

Thinking of this, Lanar couldn't help laughing.

If it was that simple, she wouldn't have sent ravens to Tidehead Island and King's Landing.

War is not only about dragons, but also ravens and pens.

...

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"Pack up quickly, the boats of Mudgate are waiting."

"Handle with care, don't mess up the clothes of the little princes."

"..."

Elenda looked around, folding clothes while directing the busy maids.

"You don't have to do these yourself, Elenda."

Rhaenyra hid aside and raised her bare hands to persuade.

Elenda took a quick look and moved faster: "Let me fold your things myself. Don't worry, it won't take much time."

Rhaenyra heard this, her eyes were quite helpless, but she felt particularly warm.

Having a caring female companion is almost more important than a good husband.

Dongdong!

There was a knock on the door.

Sara held the baby in her arms and said calmly, "Your Majesty, Baelon and Maekar are here."

"Okay." Rhaenyra turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of Visenya."

Sara nodded and said calmly, "It's my duty."

Then she left the crowded room and let the two princes show up.

Baelon said hello to his mother and stood at the door waiting tactfully.

Maekar hung his head and tiptoed in.

"Maekar!"

Halfway through the walk, Rhaenyra called out, and the little guy trembled with fear.

"Mother, I know I was wrong."

Maekar grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands and apologized in a soft voice.

The dragon was successfully tamed last night, which alarmed most of the people in King's Landing and kept them awake all night.

He knew that it was dangerous to tame the dragon secretly, and his mother would definitely teach him a lesson.

In fact, Rhaenyra was really angry when she called the little guy to come.

However,

When she saw her youngest son with tears in his eyes, Rhaenyra's heart softened immediately and she asked, "Mekar, do you really know what's wrong?"

"Huh?"

Seeing that his mother didn't get angry, Mekar quietly raised his head and said softly, "Yes, I shouldn't have trained the dragon privately."

"No, there's nothing wrong with training the dragon."

Rhaenyra shook her head and taught him a lesson, "You were wrong to sneak into the dragon's lair without saying a word. Not only did you put yourself in danger, you also dragged Sir Stephen into the water."

The three young dragons in the dragon's lair all had bad tempers.

The youngest son was only 3 years old, and he simply didn't take his life seriously.

And Sir Stephen knocked on her door last night and came to ask for forgiveness.

Mekar was startled when he heard this, and he said, "But my father also trained the dragon privately."

He was just copying his father's old ways and succeeded again.

Father loved him the most and always held him and told him all kinds of stories.

Rhaenyra sighed and picked up her youngest son: "Your father is your father, he is different from you."

Rhaegar was different from ordinary children since he was young, but her child was not.

"What's the difference?" Maekar's forehead was full of question marks.

"This..."

Rhaenyra couldn't explain it clearly.

Looking at the youngest son's puzzled eyes, it was not easy not to answer: "He is my brother, and you are my son. I have loved him since I was a child, and I believe in him more."

Maekar tilted his head and said naively: "Then when will you believe me more?"

Rhaenyra pretended to think and smiled lightly: "When you grow up, you can share your father's worries."

Many things can't be asked to the bottom, it's better to change the words.

Although the youngest son's approach was wrong, he did successfully control a dragon.

She should give more encouragement and guide him in the right direction.

Instead of blindly blaming and perfunctory.

Maekar thought about it again and again with his young head, and said cutely: "Okay, when Thrax and I grow up, we will definitely be better than our third uncle."

"Why do you always like to use Aemond as a role model?"

Rhaenyra was full of disgust, put her youngest son down, and told Baelon at the door: "Take your brother to the dragon cave, we will set off for Lys in a while."

Noticing Maekar's expectant eyes, she said helplessly: "Let him ride the dragon, and tell the dragon handler to fix the saddle and waist chain."

She couldn't pretend that her friend Lannar sent a letter for help.

Lys is her direct territory, and she stays there for several months every year. She is very familiar with it.

However, the journey is long, so it is better to bring all three sons and two adopted daughters.

"Oh yeah!"

Maekar jumped a foot high, very happy.

Baelon shrugged, walked in and took his brother's hand: "Let's go, Aemon and the others have already set off."