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

Time flies, half a month later.

Rees, the outer sea.

Surrounded by small islands, tropical vegetation such as palm trees grow vigorously, and fish jump and swim in the shimmering ocean.

On the waterway, merchant ships drift back and forth, like chess pieces on a blue chessboard.

"Hiss--"

A giant dragon as black as charcoal glides down, and its thick dragon tail throws out a strong wind, blowing the sails into a big bag.

Before the sailors can shout in panic, the pair of dragon wings covering the sky and the sun flash by.

Look out.

Rees, which is at an altitude of 1, is getting closer and closer to the black dragon.

...

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the city-state with gray and white stone buildings was prosperous, and pedestrians were walking in the streets and alleys.

"Don't play, man."

The dragon circled the sky above the city-state, causing riots among local residents.

Rhaegar gave an order and put away his joking attitude after getting off the dragon.

The Glutton slowed down and slowly flew to the tallest black stone building in the entire city-state.

A flat-topped tower that only existed in ancient Valyria and the ancient books of the Dragon King, symbolizing the sky and the dragon.

The tower covers a large area and is eight hundred feet high.

Boom——

The dragon folded its wings and landed on the flat roof with its hind legs, like a suitable landing platform.

Rhaegar turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, laughing: "Wait for me in the dragon's cave first, see you later."

"Roar..."

The Glutton raised his head proudly, arched the driver with his ferocious dragon mouth, and suddenly took off with a flap of his wings.

Floating and flying into a dome building.

Rhaegar stepped on the dragon stone floor and walked into the elevator with ease.

The flat-topped tower involves blood witchcraft, thanks to the design drawings of the red monk Varys.

The tower is extremely strong and can withstand the weight of the dragon.

...

The dragon's cave without a roof.

The wide ground space is comparable to an ancient palace.

The bronze gate blocked the front passage, and the empty roof was connected to the blue sky and white clouds.

"Hiss..."

Several young dragons were active in the dragon cave, playing with their respective masters.

Under the supervision of the dragon keeper, sisters Aemon and Benila mingled together, comparing their own little dragons with each other.

Dawn was delicate and weak, curled up in the arms of her master and rolled around.

Trickster and Moon Dance were far apart, as if two emerald green leaves and light green leaves were about to be tangled together.

"Enter the dragon cave, glutton!"

Belron stood on the edge of a cluster of braziers and clearly heard the dragon keeper's hard shouting.

"Father is coming!"

Belron smiled and said happily: "Meka, look at the big guy in the sky."

Looking up at the sky, you can still catch a glimpse.

"Hiss~~"

A shallow roar came out, full of a sense of leisurely laziness.

Meka squatted in the corner, in front of him was a half-asleep silver-black young dragon.

At a glance, there was something strange in the dragon cave.

Aemon and Bernilla sisters took the best position and played happily.

Meka huddled at the edge alone, accompanying the sleepy young dragon.

Beiron, as the eldest brother, took the initiative to talk to Meka who was isolated.

The reason is unknown, maybe Meka is withdrawn or too young.

When he heard his brother's call, Meka stopped painting with his fingers and muttered: "Berlon, you love dragons too much."

"Shh!"

Slax roared in agreement.

What's wrong with young dragons? Small and cute.

Beiron was very angry and taught him: "Don't be ungrateful."

He spoke with a hint of sarcasm, like a little Yin-Yang family.

Besides, what's wrong with him loving adult dragons?

When his father was a child, he fell in love with gluttons at first sight.

Meka tilted his head and rolled his eyes: "Are you sure your dragon eggs can't hatch?"

Berlon took a step back and asked tentatively: "Brother, what do you mean."

He didn't know something, did he?

Maeka raised his eyebrows and said to his good brother: "Where is your dragon egg? Can you show it to me?"

After saying that, Baeron's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in disbelief: "You, you..."

How does he know everything?

No wonder Aemon doesn't like to play with him.

Maeka forced out a naughty smile and whispered: "Tell me! Where did you put the dragon egg?"

That smug little expression seemed to celebrate the joy of easily controlling his elder brother.

"Shh!!"

Berlon stepped forward and covered Maeka's mouth.

"Woo woo~~"

Maeka fell on his butt, with a trace of grievance in his eyes.

Seeing his master being killed, Thrax was in high spirits and stared at Baeron with a heroic look.

"Be quiet, Thrax!"

Berlon glared at him and blurted out the skills of the binding spell.

"Huh?"

Thrax was stunned by the drink, looked around in a daze, and slowly lay back to his original position.

Baerlon snorted, grabbed Meka's ear with his backhand, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, you should understand your brother's difficulties."

"Yeah!"

Seeing that Thrax gave up the rescue, Meka's eyes widened and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Be honest." Baerlon let go of his hand and said bluntly: "Don't ask, don't mention it."

Meka was aggrieved and muttered: "I want to say that if there is no dragon egg, there is no dragon egg. There is a big silver wing in Dragon Mountain."

It's scary.

Baerlon's binding spell is better than his, bullying him because he is young.

"It's better this way."

Berlon crossed his arms and showed his elder brother's precautions: "The dragon egg is not lost, you will be a little mute in the future."

Just kidding, if he doesn't have two brushes, how can he be worthy of being the big brother?

That bastard Aemon was the first to rebel against him.

His father opened a small stove for him!

Meka obviously had not suffered this kind of injustice. He grabbed Thrax's tail and moved his position angrily.

When passing near the sisters Aemon and Benila, the Liar and Moondancer were alerted.

They roared at one person and one dragon with the same hatred.

"His!"

Thrax was furious in an instant, opened his jagged dragon's kiss, and roared fiercely and cruelly.

Liar Jing and Yue Wu suddenly became quiet, and stretched their wings on the ground nervously to distance themselves.

In terms of size alone, the two young dragons were only half the size of Thrax.

Who is strong and who is weak is clear at a glance.

"Hmph!" Meka shook his head and continued to hold the dragon's tail to shift position.

Thrax restrained his fierceness and cooperated with his little master obediently.

From a distance, Belron watched this scene with a flash of envy in his eyes.

There are dragons among his peers, but he is the only one left.

Although, he longs for a real dragon.

"Berlon, what are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a familiar warm voice sounded from behind.

Belron suddenly turned around and cheered in surprise: "Father!"

Rhaegar opened his arms, a small smile on his face.

As if to say, have you missed your dad?

"Father, I miss you so much!"

Belron smiled brightly and threw himself into the arms of his young father.

After being separated for more than half a month, he has been drifting on the sea in a boat.

It was not until last night that we entered the port of Reese.

There is no way, King's Landing is too far from Lys, and crossing the Narrow Sea is very time-consuming.

Except for the mother's Syracuse, the dragons of several brothers and sisters could not fly for a long time.

Rhaegar picked up the big boy with his backhand, put his forehead against his forehead, and asked softly: "Want a dragon?"

As soon as they entered the dragon's lair, they saw Bellon alone watching his two younger brothers interact with the dragon.

As a father, he had to express himself no matter what.

When Bellon heard this, his eyes were a little dodgey, and he hesitated: "I haven't chosen the right dragon yet."

"Oh! Is that so?"

Rhaegar looked surprised, guessing the eldest son's little thoughts.

After this skill, several other children came running over.

Rhaegar put down Baerron and greeted each other one by one, his eyes falling on Mekar who had expectant eyes.

The little guy has a fleshy face and sticks out his little butt like a pug wanting to be praised by its owner.

Rhaegar found it interesting and planned to tease his younger son: "Mekar, I heard that you tamed a dragon?"

"Yes, it's Thrax."

Mekka became excited and asked, "Did mother tell you that?"

As he spoke, he looked up at his father, his big watery eyes filled with starlight.

"It was Rhaenyra who wrote to me."

Rhaegar bent down and grabbed his youngest son's face, pretending to be a threat: "But she also told me that she wanted me to beat you up."

"Ah?" Meka was startled when he heard this and pointed at himself: "Hit me?"

Not only had his mother heard the news, but she also praised him for his potential.

"Yes, it's you."

Rhaegar had a straight face and was about to extend his black hand as he spoke.

"No!" Meka lost her temper and ran away.

"Hehe, shame on you."

Eamonn smiled and cheered from the side.

Rega looked at his second son and said stiffly: "You want to be beaten too?"

Of the three sons, this boy was beaten the most.

Eamonn:…

No, he turned around and retreated.

Benila and Renya bowed and resigned wisely.

Soon, only Rhaegar and Baerron were left.

Rhaegar continued the previous topic and suggested: "If you want to tame a dragon, I can take you with me when I visit Storm's End later."

Belron frowned and thought, "Hai Yan?"

"That's it." Rhaegar admired his eldest son's intelligence and pointed out his advantages: "Haiyan is great. If you ride on him, he will surpass his peers."

After Lannino was killed, Sea Smoke seemed to be possessed, wandering around the Sea of ​​Dorne all year round.

Having a giant dragon in the wild is not reassuring after all.

Besides, Haiyan is indeed a good choice.

As the dragon with the most battlefield experience among the four generations of dragons, its actual combat power even exceeds that of Syracuse and Yang Yan.

Proud and brave in temperament, and more importantly, loyal enough.

In addition, the appearance of Haiyan is also remarkable.

Shortly after breaking out of its shell, the fishermen who discovered it called it a "smoke of the sea," both fascinating and dangerous.

The potential is very high!

After hearing this, Bellon lowered his head silently: "Father, can I think about it again?"

Rhaegar did not force him, but looked at him differently and asked curiously: "Do you really want an adult dragon?"

If this were to happen, there would be only one ownerless silver wing left in the family.

Belron continued to lower his head and said nothing.

Rhaegar was startled and began to stare at his eldest son.

This kid won't be targeting Wormisor or Glutton, right?

Although my father is frail, his life is not short-lived.

Not Wormisole, that's only...

Rhaegar's eyes flashed with amusement.

He still remembered that when his second son Aemon saw Glutton for the first time when he was three years old, he excitedly said he wanted the dragon.

Rhaenyra taught her son that a dragon will stay with its owner for life, unless one of them dies.

Aemon used his clever brain and asked Rhaegar directly: "Father, when will you die so that I can inherit your dragon?"

That night, the entire Red Fort echoed with the cries of the dutiful son.

If his grandfather, Viserys, hadn't looked down upon him, Belron would have almost been an only child.

Rega thought for a moment and then said: "Well, since you want an adult dragon, you have to have a lot of patience."

Belron raised his head in surprise, but he didn't expect his father to have no objection.

Rhaegar's eyes were gentle and he taught carefully: "Remember, you are my eldest son, the future heir to the Iron Throne, and you are by no means the cruel Maegor."

Maegor I was a proud and arrogant king.

He disdained dragon eggs and young dragons on Dragonstone, and was criticized by his sister-in-law and princes and ministers.

Later, after Aegon the Conqueror died of illness, the pride he had endured for many years was revealed.

Tame the most powerful dragon in the world, Balerion, the Black Death, in one fell swoop.

It sounds very inspiring, but in fact, years of patience consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Once he usurped the throne, he did many great things that made people angry.

He didn't want his eldest son to follow Maegor's example and wait for him or his father Viserys for more than ten years to inherit the dragon from his ancestors.

Rega was afraid that he would lose control and slap him to death with his big mouth.

Verron was obviously not stupid, scratching his head and grinning: "I can't, father."

He does not reject Silver Wings and Sea Smoke.

There was just a feeling in the dark that made him always want to wait.

"As long as you understand." Rega rubbed his head and said, "I'm leaving to see your mother."

Belron nodded in agreement and stayed where he was to watch his father walk out of the dragon's lair.

After a long time, the figure completely disappeared.

Belron bit his lower lip, as if hesitating over something.

He looked left and right at Aemon and Maekar who were playing separately.

Belron used the excuse of relieving himself to avoid the sight of the dragon guard and sneaked into a giant dragon pit.

It was dark at the bottom of the pit, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Lu...lu..."

Belron groped for the wall and vaguely heard a dull snoring sound coming from the depths of the dragon pit.

Gradually, the outline of a huge dragon head broke into sight.

Vhagar's vertical pupils were tightly closed, and his flabby lower jaw rested on the rough ground, like an old man sleeping soundly on his bed.

Seeing this ancient giant, Bellon's breath shortened and blood rushed to his forehead.

Three seconds later.

Belron turned around quickly and ran away as if running away.

This is the dragon in his mind!