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

The dragon cubs swarmed around him, their eyes gleaming.

Rhaegar rubbed his eldest son's head and said helplessly: "We will only take Mekar with us this time. You must stay in Lys."

Volantis is not yet safe enough for all the dragon cubs to be out in force.

"Can't I do it either?"

Belron was disappointed, but still wanted to fight for it: "I can take care of my brother."

Meka lay in her father's arms, her big eyes shining brightly.

Rhaegar shook his head and refused: "Not yet, Mekka is just going for a stroll."

Belron's face fell, and he said lonely: "Because I don't have a dragon?"

He pointed at the yawning Slax in the corner, his eyes full of stubbornness.

Several younger brothers and sisters all have dragons. They took a boat to Leis Road and rode the dragon with their mother.

His father must have disliked him for not having a dragon and didn't want to take him out with him.

Rhaegar did not expect that his eldest son would have such an extreme idea. He squatted down facing each other and said hesitantly: "Belron, do you want a dragon?"

The best way to solve the problem is to break the deadlock.

Give the eldest son a dragon and it will be solved.

Belron turned his head and whispered: "If I disappoint you, maybe you should choose a dragon that takes advantage of you as soon as possible."

"No! You are so young, how can you disappoint me?"

Rhaegar tiptoed his eldest son's chin and taught him carefully: "It is not accurate to take advantage of others. Dragons are not our tools. We must be in awe."

Bellon was silent.

He still wanted a dragon to go out with his father like Maekar did.

To the battlefields, to newly conquered lands.

Meka tilted her head and looked at her brother, holding her chin in her hands.

The rest of the dragon cubs all had disappointed faces, all their eyes focused on Beirron.

Even the heir to the Iron Throne has been rejected, let alone one.

Rhaegar held Mekar in one hand, and hugged the silent eldest son in the other. Their foreheads touched each other: "Think about it carefully. If you want a dragon, as a father, I will try my best to satisfy you."

He did have a preference for Mekar, but he had no reservations about Belron.

The eldest son is the heir and must always have a position of dominance over other children.

"Take good care of your brothers and sisters and don't think too much."

Rhaegar gently rubbed his eldest son's shoulders, stood up and walked away gradually.

"Hiss~~"

Thrax followed the little master and left the field together.

Belron lowered his head and looked at his father's back.

"Brother, don't be unhappy."

Lyanna stepped forward, handed over the small Womax, and coaxed, "I'll lend you Little Sunny."

Belron glanced at her and rubbed his sister's frizzy head: "No need, Anna."

A small baby dragon, the dragon egg was given away by him.

Speaking of which, hatching dragon eggs is really unreasonable.

It had not hatched in his hands for six years, but when it passed into the hands of his sister, a baby dragon hatched.

"Get out of my way, little girl."

Aemon squeezed Anna away, put his arm around his eldest brother's shoulders, and said righteously: "Let's go! I will take you back to Dragonstone Island, and we two will go find Silver Wing."

To say who knows the big brother's heart best, it is definitely him.

Belron glanced at me again, then opened his hands in disgust: "Forget it, you'll wet your pants."

"You guys play first, I'll go out for a walk."

Belron didn't want to hear the consolation and walked out of the dragon's lair silently.

Comfort is what the weak need.

His father said that he was born strong.

The strong one needs an adult dragon with overwhelming advantages.

…

"Hiss..."

"Quiet, Syrax."

Rhaegar returned to the Dragon Cave Hall and was attracted by the golden beast at a glance.

Syrax lay on the floor, shaking his head playfully.

Rhaenyra put on the long-lost black dragon-riding uniform and stood beside her, rubbing the dragon's jaw.

Rhaegar said in shock: "Rhaenyra, do you want to go on patrol at sea?"

"No!" Rhaenyra looked back, smiled, and declared, "Wherever you go, I will go."

"But I want to return to Volantis, and Lys cannot be left unguarded."

Rhaegar had a bad feeling.

Rhaenyra stepped forward, took Mekar in her arms, and said calmly: "I don't want to stay behind, Lannal will protect Lys for me."

Lannar left the battlefield, Helena stayed at home to raise her child, and Aemond was exiled.

The war lacked dragon masters with the power to fight, and she could step up to the challenge.

Rhaegar said bluntly: "The battlefield is dangerous."

"How is it that you are in danger and I am in danger?"

Rhaenyra's purple eyes were piercing, she took Rhaegar's hand and put it on her heart, pleading in a tone of voice: "I am your sister, let me be Visenya."

Ever since the Second Battle of the Stepstone Islands, it has been a long-cherished wish to fight alongside my brother.

Unfortunately, there have been repeated pregnancies and births over the years.

In response to her mother's words, the delivery bed became her battlefield.

Today, the war concerning the honor and disgrace of the family has resumed.

She didn't want to back down and wanted to contribute.

Rhaegar turned his head sideways, still unable to avoid Rhaenyra's scorching gaze, and warned: "When you get to the battlefield, you and Syrax must obey the command."

He would not veto Rhaenyra's request as he had rejected Baelon.

Rhaenyra has the ability to ride a dragon into battle.

Hiding her and burying her abilities will only destroy her.

Bo~

Rhaenyra was overjoyed, stood on tiptoes, kissed the side of her face, and affirmed: "Don't worry, I will never hold you back."

"It better be so."

Rega wiped the wet saliva and pressed the raised corners of his mouth: "Let's go!"

…

Over Rees.

"Hiss——"

"..."

The dark dragon wings that covered the sky cast a shadow like ink, and the roar like thunder resounded throughout the city-state.

The glutton took the lead and plunged into the clouds.

"Chase after it, Syrax!"

Accompanied by the crisp dragon training language, the topaz-colored dragon soared into the sky and roared happily.

After the two dragons.

A young dragon with silver-gray scales and mist-colored wing membranes flew out slowly and followed slowly.

A flat-topped tower, a loft.

Lannar was wearing a light nightgown, generously exposing her shoulders and beautiful legs, standing in front of the French window and looking far away.

On the back of the silver-gray young dragon, a little boy could be vaguely seen tied.

Lannar saw it and said speechlessly: "How can parents be like this."

Tied directly to the dragon's back, they thought of it.

Is it really that there are so many children, born just to play?

Gurgle~~

A gurgling sound came out, and Lanar covered her stomach in surprise.

"I'm hungry again."

Lanar shook her head, the shoulder strap slipped off her smooth shoulders, and turned to find food.

As she moved lightly, her round waist swayed, and a half of her white hair was exposed on her collar.

After the nourishment of love, her already plump figure became more mature and charming.

...

In the attic on the same floor.

Mesaria leaned against the window sill, holding a curly-haired puppy in her arms.

"Woo~~"

The puppy was washed clean and stuck out its tongue.

Mesaria looked at it quietly, with a hidden tangle in her eyes.

"Damon, you always give difficult questions."

Mesaria's eyes were deep, and she stroked the puppy's head.

If that man was as docile and loyal as the puppy, she wouldn't be in her current situation.

Left without saying a word.

Leave her in Rees and send someone to issue an order.

It was as if she was a piece of toilet paper, which only became important when needed.

…

Midsummer has arrived.

In Slaver's Bay, fleets with flags of various colors blocked the estuary and cut off maritime exchanges with the outside world.

A huge city-state built of red bricks stood by the Worm River.

——Astapor

Under the scorching sun, the slave city-state seemed to be in some kind of predicament.

On the majestic city walls, several wise lords looked anxious and whipped slaves from time to time to vent their anger.

Crack!

"Damn it, what did Meereen and New Ghis say!?"

A bald wise lord waved his whip and roared in exasperation.

The whipped slave knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "The sea area of ​​New Ghis has been blocked, and the Meereen messenger sent a wooden box."

New Ghis is located at the estuary of Slaver's Bay. It is an island city-state that inherited the ashes of the ancient Ghis Empire.

After the fleet of Westeros attacked, it immediately raised a neutral flag.

"Asshole, you don't care about our lives!"

The bald wise lord was furious and whipped the slave in the face, saying: "If you don't support us, wait for the slaves in the city to open the city and surrender."

"No! No!"

The slave was whipped to pieces and waved his hands in fear: "We rely on the wise lord to survive and dare not betray us."

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

The bald wise lord's mood improved and he let the slave who delivered the message go.

He turned around and saw that the other wise lords were wandering around, each of them was in a trance.

A young wise lord knelt on the ground, touching the charred parapet with his hands, and murmured absentmindedly: "Dragon, a beautiful golden dragon."

The Iron Throne's fleet stationed in the Worm River to cut off Astapor's external control.

For several days, a golden dragon was sent to burn the city-state.

After several threats, the people in the city were already in panic.

The bald wise lord didn't care about them and opened the wooden box sent by the messenger.

Suddenly, a stiff shout rang out.

"Dragon! Get out of the way!"

"..."

The bald wise lord was horrified, and before he could react, he was knocked down by a black-armored soldier.

"Hiss!"

A gorgeous golden dragon broke through the clouds, and dragon flames as bright as the sun's surface surged.

"Dragon flame, add more fire!"

Aegon was wearing black armor and spoke in a high Valyrian language mixed with common language.

Boom---

Yangyan's pupils were excited, gliding from one end of the city wall to the other, and the dragon flames burned once.

"Hiss!"

A round of fire-breathing raised its head and soared into the sky, and the light pink wing membrane was as gorgeous as a rainbow.

Thousands of Unsullied guarded the city wall, and a few of them did not have time to dodge and were buried in the dragon flames.

"Go, go!"

The bald wise lord had a smoky makeup on his face, and he climbed down the city wall in a panic under the protection of the Unsullied.

The Unsullied were well-trained and would not retreat in the face of a dragon.

Led by the commander with three helmet spikes, they controlled the scorpion crossbows to counterattack.

"Hiss!"

Yangyan spewed out several mouthfuls of dragon flames and escaped before the scorpion crossbow was fired.

Aegon's face flushed, and he cheered: "Good job, today's mission is completed."

...

One man and one dragon left gracefully, leaving the heartbeat of the wise lord of Astapor alone.

Looking at the golden dragon flying away, the Unsullied breathed a sigh of relief and carried away the charred corpse of their companions as usual.

Under the city wall, two Unsullied held the bald wise lord on the left and right.

The bald wise lord's legs trembled, his face pale: "No, we can't go on like this."

The enemy blocked the river bank and sent dragons to attack every day.

They became an isolated city, and the thousands of Unsullied troops were unable to use their strength.

As they were talking, several Unsullied walked down the city wall with heavy expressions.

One of the Unsullied was carrying a burnt and smelly corpse with luxurious ornaments.

"This, this is..."

The bald wise master widened his eyes and trembled and couldn't speak.

...

On the other side,

After the daily attack, Aegon returned to the camp excitedly.

He jumped off the dragon's back and looked around for someone.

He made a mess of the camp and finally called the military maester.

He bit the tip of the pen and wrote a few ugly words like chicken scratches.