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

"Don't be afraid, Anna."

Rhaegar's face was complicated, and he roughly guessed the process of the incident.

The young dragon was agitated and crazy, and accidentally injured the brother and sister who came to see the dragon.

"Jenny, is this how you take care of my child?"

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of doubts, and she was full of anger at the accident of her eldest son.

"No, it was really an accident."

Jenny was helpless and defended: "Dany almost got into trouble too."

As she said, she turned sideways and motioned the other party to look outside.

"Hiss!"

Blizzard raised his head and neighed, carrying the driver slowly into the dragon cave.

Daenerys' eyes were hazy, her face was unnaturally flushed, and she was in a state of slight drunkenness.

"Blizzard, slow down."

The little girl's eyes were dazed, and she only felt that the scene in front of her was shaking, and her thin figure swayed back and forth with it.

Blizzard glanced at it with golden vertical pupils, and lowered her back as much as possible to prevent the driver from falling.

This scene fell into the bottom of the eyes, and it was difficult to notice the small movements of the man and the dragon.

Jeyne was eager to prove it, pointing at Blizzard and saying, "Dany was carried on the back of this dragon, and she almost died just now."

"Don't you think it's funny?"

Rhaenyra sneered, pulled her eldest son's burned arm, squinted at the docile Blizzard, and questioned, "My son was burned by contact with the dragon, but your daughter got a dragon."

"Mother..."

Belron's face froze, and he wanted to explain.

"Shut up!"

Rhaenyra scolded loudly, angrily: "You have always been the safest child, this is the first time you have been hurt by a dragon."

The dragon is like the most dazzling rose in the flower garden, and its charming appearance contains endless dangers.

Everyone who has come into contact with a dragon will have scars more or less.

Not to mention Rhaegar and Aemond tamed wild dragons and were injured by the dragons' resistance.

Just like the dragon keeper who guards the dragon, everyone has scars left by the dragon.

For this reason, every dragon keeper must have a dragon crystal dagger.

If you encounter dragon flames, you can quickly understand the pain.

With murderous eyes, Rhaenyla carefully checked the eldest son's body.

His hair was slightly burnt, his back was red and hot, and his knees were scratched and bruised...

Rhaenyla took a deep breath, glared at the innocent Jenny, and gritted her teeth and said, "How do you want to explain?"

She couldn't believe that Belron would be attacked by a dragon.

The eldest son has been very popular with dragons since he was born.

No dragon has ever tried to hurt him.

Faced with the questioning, Jenny also became angry and said coldly, "Anna angered the black dragon, and Belron protected his sister. That's all I know."

What the other party meant was that she suspected that she intended to hurt Belron.

It was ridiculous and unreasonable.

"Gray Shadow has a harmonious relationship with Iragas, and has been in contact with Belron for longer than any dragon keeper!"

Rhaenyla raised her voice and approached aggressively.

"Mother."

Beilon was panicked and hurried to stop her.

"Rhaenyla, I said I didn't!"

Jennie's face was as cold as frost, and she argued unwillingly.

The two women were getting closer and closer, with only a 6-year-old child between them.

The old dragon breeders were stunned and retreated with fear in their eyes.

Fortunately, the dragon cave is a royal place, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Jennie came alone, without bringing her female companions such as Jansif and Baolan.

Not to mention Rhaenyla, who hurried to the dragon cave and only asked a Kingsguard to drive.

The empty environment in the dragon cave hall was unusually lively.

On one side, Dreamfire roared in a low voice, relying on its huge body to suppress the two restless dragons.

At the bronze gate, Blizzard crawled slowly, and the little girl on the dragon's back was drowsy.

In the middle of the dragon stone floor.

Rhaenyla and Jennie were both furious, almost losing their minds and crashing into each other.

"Stop!"

Rhaegar watched coldly and stopped the fight that was about to break out in time.

What a joke.

A trivial misunderstanding could actually cause a fire in the harem.

"Rhaegar, look at Baeron!"

Rhaenyra turned her head suddenly, pointed at the little girl in the other's arms, and said without interruption: "I have taken care of Anna for so long, and the children are all safe and sound. Jenny only took care of Baeron for one day."

If Jenny had a heart, how could Baeron be hurt.

"This is a misunderstanding!"

Jenny widened her eyes, knowing that the other party was prejudiced.

"Shut up, now!"

Rhaegar had a splitting headache and walked quickly between the two to prevent the conflict from getting out of control.

The two women who were in a rage were forced to separate and stared at each other with cold eyes.

"Don't quarrel first, tell the truth about everything."

Rhaegar frowned and pulled out Baeron who was caught in the middle.

Beron's eyes were red and he was panicked about the situation.

"Don't be afraid, my child."

Rhaegar comforted softly and sighed softly: "They are all prejudiced, you come and tell me what happened."

Women who protect their cubs have no reason at all.

Not as trustworthy as a child.

"Father, it's not like that."

Belron raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in fear: "Iragas lost control. I spoke the dragon language, but I didn't accept its kindness."

"Iragas showed you goodwill?"

Rhaegar glanced at the struggling black dragon and said in surprise: "That's why it attacked you."

A dragon accepting the command of the dragon king's blood means acknowledging the establishment of a relationship.

Beilon rejected Iragas, which led to the backlash.

"Yes." Belron looked around, then lowered his head and cried: "I wanted to protect Anna, and subconsciously spoke the language of dragon training."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra and Jeyne were both stunned.

No one expected that the important reason for the baby dragon's attack was revenge.

Rhaenyra, in particular, looked at her eldest son with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

"no!"

Suddenly, Anna, who was lying in Rhaegar's arms, poked her head out and explained with tears in her eyes: "It's because I want to ride on the dragon's back that the dragon becomes angry."

As he spoke, his little body trembled and he apologized with a cry.

When Jenny saw this, she took out a handkerchief to wipe the little girl's tears, then tore off a corner of her skirt to bandage Bellon's arm.

This time it was the two women's turn to be silent.

Both children were at fault, pushing the accident to the brink.

Rega shook his head secretly and slowed down his voice: "Listen clearly, this was an accident."

"I always knew."

Jenny spoke calmly and bandaged it gently.

"Hiss!~"

When the silk touched the wound, Bellon gasped in pain and squeezed out tears.

Rhaenyra glanced at it, turned her head away unbearably, and gritted her teeth: "It's your own fault!"

If you have to act like a hero, you will end up pretending to be a bear.

Boom!

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the atmosphere became strangely depressing.

With the sound of crutches tapping the ground, Viserys walked over with great effort.

"Father." Rega saw him and stepped forward to help him.

"No, I can still leave."

Viserys's face was gloomy, and he used his crutch to pull his eldest son away, and his turbid old eyes scanned the three women present.

Rhaenyra and Helena were his eldest and second daughters, and Jeyne was the niece of his late wife Emma.

Helena was the most innocent, standing alone on the edge and watching Meng Huo clean up the two dragons.

Viserys glanced briefly past the usually reticent second daughter.

When Rhaenyra and Jeyne met the old king's gaze, their hearts trembled, and they quietly closed the distance.

"Cough cough cough..."

Viserys suddenly coughed violently, and clutched his eldest son's forearm with his big dry hands, his expression solemn: "Rhaegar, I have heard a lot. As a father and a later person, I want to tell you that running a family is not easy."

"I understand." Rhaegar forced a smile.

"No, you're not qualified."

Viserys shook his head back and forth, called Ser Ilic who was accompanying him, and warned: "You have to know that family represents many factors, which cannot be solved by wisdom and bravery."

Ilic strode forward, holding the unconscious Daenerys in his arms.

"Dani?"

Rhaegar was startled, and when he looked again, Blizzard was already crawling at the door.

Viserys lifted his granddaughter's silver hair, touched his hot cheek lightly with his fingers, and said with pity: "My poor good granddaughter, a brave dragon master, was left behind by her parents."

Speaking of which, this is not the first time the grandfather and grandson have met.

After Daenerys was born, at the end of the farcical wedding, Viserys rode to the Eyrie on Vomithor.

After that time, his physical fitness deteriorated day by day, and he rarely rode a dragon for many years.

"Father, I'm sorry."

Rhaegar held Anna with one hand and took Dany with the other.

"There's nothing to apologize for."

Viserys was very open-minded, with a smile on his pale face: "Both girls are good girls. I often come here to take them to talk to my grandfather."

When Jenny heard this, her eyes flickered slightly.

Did the old king mean to protect his two daughters?

Rhaenyra secretly clenched her fists, feeling sour in her heart.

Viserys was keenly aware of the eldest daughter's little thoughts, took her clenched bare hands, and wrapped her two big hands tightly.

Rhaenyra looked back in shock.

"Rhaegar did nothing wrong."

Viserys's eyes were gentle, and he gave all his fatherly attention, reminding him: "Belron is a good boy, and this marriage will definitely strengthen the family."

Rhaenyla felt aggrieved and pulled her palms without breaking free. She pursed her lips and said, "Maybe."

Without Janie, those two children wouldn't exist.

She has given in step by step.

"My daughter, I have always known that you have been wronged."

Viserys raised his eyes and looked at each other, and said sincerely: "But you are a sister, and occasional patience is necessary."

"Father~~"

Rhaenyra's heart trembled and she couldn't help but shed tears.

After all these years, only her father still remembers her efforts.

"Okay."

Viserys smiled slightly, and a thousand words converged into one warning.

Rhaegar watched silently as his father resolved the conflicts for him one by one.

In the early days of my father's reign, the family's power was weak, but they managed to survive with their own means.

On the contrary, it was me. Now that there were many people in the family, the shadow of internal strife began to emerge.

Viserys patted his eldest son on the shoulder, then pulled the lost Baerron over and said kindly: "You gave up the young dragon, can you tell your grandfather why?"

Belron raised his head and glanced at his father.

Rhaegar nodded, indicating that he could speak freely.

Belron sniffed and said with a guilty conscience: "Ilagas is very good, but I want a giant dragon."

"Oh?" Viserys thought.

Belron pointed at the light blue Dream Fire and said frankly: "I want this kind of giant dragon. I have a hunch that I need a giant dragon."

Hearing the word "premonition", Viserys's face darkened, and he said seriously: "There are very few dragons in the family, and most of them already have owners."

"I know."

Bellon lowered his head in disappointment.

All giant dragons have masters, but a dragon without an owner does not suit his wishes.

Viserys pondered for a moment, and said to Rhaegar seriously: "Take Baelon to see Silverwing, that's also a dragon."

Although it is not as big as an adult dragon, its age and physique are enough to suppress the three generations of dragons in the family.

"I will." Rhaegar agreed.

Baelon was not interested after hearing this.

Silverwing is only slightly bigger than the Sheep Thief, not to mention the Glutton and Vhagar, it is far inferior to Dreamfyre.

"Don't you like it?"

Viserys noticed the little guy's expression, and a light flashed in his mind, and he smiled: "If you don't have a dragon when you are an adult, it may prove that there is another fate."

"What do you mean?" Baelon didn't understand.

Viserys shook his head and laughed, stroked his head, and promised: "When I die, if you still haven't found the dragon you like, my dragon will be inherited by you."