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

It was late at night.

The Rhaenys Hills were silent, with the sound of nightingales faintly heard.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A scarlet dragon, as long as a snake, rushed out of the dragon's lair and dived into the dark clouds over Blackwater Bay.

Instantly, the dragon's lair was filled with the roar of dragons.

...

A balcony in the Red Keep.

Viserys, in his pajamas, leaned on the fence and looked at the night sky.

Seeing the flash of the scarlet dragon, tears welled up in his eyes.

Bang——

Smashing a fist on the fence, Viserys said hatefully: "Daemon, why can't you be quiet for even a little bit."

...

Slaver's Bay, Meereen.

The two sides were in different places, and the sun had just set.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar sounded, and a brown mud dragon flew out from behind the Great Pyramid.

In the city, slaves took off their shackles and joined the repair team.

Seeing the ugly mud dragon flying high in the sky, he instinctively wanted to run in panic.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was very proud, chewing half a sheep with a big mouthful, and the sheep's blood was spilled in the air.

"Speed ​​up, sheep thief!"

Aemond had a dark face and raised his sword to chop the shackles on his wrist.

There were clanging sounds and sparks flew everywhere.

Who would dare to believe that he, a prince, was imprisoned for half a month.

If the guards hadn't been lax, he would still be spinning in circles on the bed.

The sheep thief glanced at the driver and flew west happily.

Although the driver was imprisoned, he lived a good life.

There was a special supply of sheep every day, which was much better than sleeping in the open.

Clang!

Aemond cut off the shackles, looked at the direction, and said angrily: "Fly east, let's go to the Mother of Mountains!"

The west is all the territory of his elder brother Rhaegar.

If you want to go, go east, find the Dothraki cavalry, and conquer a piece of territory for yourself.

"Hiss~"

The sheep thief was not interested and turned around to fly towards the Dothraki Grass Sea.

Not long after flying out, Aemond's one eye flashed with a gleam, and he changed his mind: "Fly west, to the disputed land!"

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief was full of disgust and turned around again reluctantly.

Aemond took out a map from his arms, groped for the location of the nine free trade cities, and stopped at the mountain city marked by green trees.

"Qohor, was also the territory of ancient Valyria."

Aemond's one eye was dim and uncertain, and he murmured: "I need a reliable army, and the Dothraki cavalry alone is not enough."

He couldn't help but think of his mistress, Shireen Celtigar.

As far as he knew, his fiancée Cassandra was murdered.

Using his toes to think, it must be Daemon's doing.

Aemond was angry at first, but then he was very calm.

It's good to die, so he doesn't have to abide by the marriage contract.

Squeak, squeak...

Aemond's fists clenched and rang, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, no one can underestimate me."

He must conquer a city-state of his own.

What Daemon can do, he can do too.

...

Meereen, ruins area.

Grey Worm drove a group of sheep, heard the sound and looked up at the sky, muttering, "Sure enough, he left."

Before leaving, His Majesty told him not to keep a close watch on him.

For this reason, someone feeds the sheep thief every day to ensure that he is well fed.

"Hiss~"

The sheep ran into the ruins, and soon there was a faint dragon roar.

Yangyan lay on the ground, with scars on his chest and abdomen, and ate the sheep with his dragon head drooping.

The injury was indeed very serious, and he didn't even spit fire before eating meat.

Grey Worm was far away and ordered his subordinates: "Send more people to patrol, there is only one dragon left in the city."

The sheep thief was not imprisoned, and was raised in Meereen to deter him.

Now that the main deterrent is gone, the garrison must be improved.

Especially a seriously injured dragon lying in the ruins, its resistance was weaker than ever before.

…

Time passed slowly…

King's Landing, Dragon Gate.

The road to the kingdom was flat, with occasional muddy potholes, and the wheels made a clattering sound when they rolled over.

"Go~~"

A team of Vale Knights led the way and escorted a convoy.

When the team entered the city, the people saw the half-moon eagle flag carried by the Vale Knights.

The people whispered, and the king held a celebration ceremony.

The Slave Bay was broken, and the hypocritical slave owners repented and surrendered.

The king returned victoriously, not only to celebrate the victory of the war, but also to hold a wedding for his brother who was injured in the war.

The people were all excited about this.

Every time the royal family flourished, the civilians in the city could share the food.

…

Red Castle.

The Council Hall.

Rhaegar sat at his desk, concentrating on handling government affairs.

A war lasted for two or three months, and the pile of memorials was as high as a floor.

"Half-Moon Eagle."

Helena leaned on the window, staring at the Red Castle gate, and whispered: "Jeyne is here."

Rhaegar: ...

Swish...swish...

The quill was waving, and only the sound of writing was answered.

"Shall I go to receive them?"

Helena turned around and asked with her head tilted.

Malys of Storm's End and Margaery of the Tyrell family arrived in King's Landing one after another, and both were received by Rhaenyra.

Jeyne's words...

"No, Rhaenyra is not so petty."

Rhaegar finally spoke, and reluctantly reminded: "Be careful, the floor is very cold."

"Oh, okay."

Helena pursed her lips, got up from the ground and patted her skirt.

It was midsummer, and the weather was humid and hot.

The weather in Lys was even hotter, and she rode Dreamfire back to King's Landing.

Rhaegar glanced at her, his eyes wandering over her bulging belly, and said, "How's your appetite lately? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Helena touched her belly and tried to recall, "It's fine, but I keep dreaming at night."

After four months of pregnancy, the fetus has entered a stable period.

"That's good, my father is looking forward to this child."

Rhaegar smiled warmly and thought, "I brought Alisson back from Harrenhal."

Helena's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand that was stroking her belly clenched into a fist.

"Don't worry, her main responsibility is to take care of her father."

Rhaegar chuckled, "Aegon's wedding is coming soon, and he can't be without his mother."

This was also Aegon's private request.

Helena nodded her head vigorously, and suddenly remembered something: "Daemon is gone, what about Aemond?"

"Where can he go?"

Rhaegar shook his head and sighed, "Two stupid people full of resentment."

It's better to let them go than to hold them in your hands.

When you get the dragon's horn, the dragon rider can also manage it.

Helena's eyes were erratic, she lowered her head inexplicably, and muttered to herself: "Red dragon and blue dragon..."

...

Across the narrow sea, Rees.

Korakshu glided at low altitude, and the dragon's tail with wing membranes cut through the sea.

Daemon's hair was messy and his eyes were depressed.

"Hurry up, Korakshu!"

The order was issued, and his voice was tired after drinking.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshu screamed sharply and flew into the city-state at a faster speed.

...

The topless dragon cave.

Plop——

Daemon jumped off the dragon's back and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful."

In the dim corner, Messaria walked out.

Daemon glanced at her and saw her coming forward to help her. He waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, I'm not that fragile yet."

Messaria rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "Then what are you doing back?"

"Just take a look."

Daemon turned his head away, not wanting to admit the fact that he was expelled.

"The war is won, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Messaria didn't want to waste time, and she spoke her demands directly.

Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and she needed a name.

Daemon looked up and down, and the belly covered by the white dress was bulging. He said perfunctorily: "I will."

He didn't choose to stay in King's Landing and be a prince of the capital.

But he didn't know where to go.

Tyrosh?

An empty palace, hostile to the people he ruled.

Suddenly found that his wife and the white maggots were in Lys.

"Forget it, it seems that you are not going to see me."

Messaria was extremely disappointed, turned her back and said: "Go see your first wife, she needs you more than I do."

And she also needs to think of a way out for herself.

"What do you mean?"

Daemon didn't understand.

Messaria didn't answer, and returned to the tower with distrust.

"Haha." Daemon laughed dumbly.

Staring at the entrance of the dragon's lair for a while, he finally climbed back to the dragon's back of Korakshu.

"Let's go, Korakshu!"

Daemon was in a low mood and wanted to be alone.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshuu would not refuse the driver, and took off straight.

Soon, he disappeared over the sky of Rees.

However, just as Daemon left, a beautiful figure walked out from the depths of the dragon's cave.

"Hiss--"

Vhagar slowly climbed out of the dragon pit, his vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

"Be quiet, Vhagar."

Lanar's eyes were complicated, looking at the fleeting scarlet dragon shadow.

She had heard a lot of things.

Ben was ready to comfort her husband, but unexpectedly, the other party was used to taking it on himself as always.

"Daemon."

Lanar murmured, stroking her belly with her bare hands.

Under the blue skirt, her belly was slightly bulging.

"Hiss--"

Vhagar was imposing, lowered his head and looked down at the driver, and his vertical pupils revealed a touch of concern.

"I'm fine."

Lanar couldn't hide her depression, and stretched out her hand to rub Vhagar's dragon wings.

Vhagar blinked his eyelids and chose to lower his head and crawl.

Lanar looked at his own dragon, emotions surging in his eyes.

Vhagar is too old.

His jaw drooped loosely, and his bronze skin was wrinkled.

"Only you have been with me all the time."

Lanar whispered softly, his forehead against the rough scales.

Vhagar shook his head slightly, as if giving a silent response.