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

Volantis.

New Governor's Residence, back garden.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A huge scarlet dragon was lying on the ground, stretching its neck and screaming in warning.

"Hiss!"

Another giant scarlet dragon hovered in the sky, passing through the thin clouds, its vertical pupils looking at it unwaveringly.

…

In the attic, the attendants stood nervously.

Damon's face was dark, and he devoured the table full of delicacies, paying no attention to the eyes of others.

The attendants were watching with their noses and noses, so they wouldn't dare to offend the displeased Prince Ranger.

For a moment, the building was filled with a high pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

squeak——

The door suddenly opened, and Rhaenys, wearing a beige short shirt, walked in and said in surprise: "Cousin, is your dragon injured?"

Damon stopped chewing, swallowed the food residue hard, and said unspeakably: "There was a riot in Slaver's Bay. I'm here to stay for two days."

"I know."

Rhaenys crossed her arms and said as she walked: "The army of the Unsullied is flowing down the Skardan River and has almost bypassed the Sea of ​​Smoke."

Kill all the great masters and good masters, deal with the false dragon king, and even the slave population in the city-state is moved away in large numbers.

Slaver's Bay is almost drained of its marrow and has lost its strategic significance.

Violence or not, it doesn't matter.

The key 5,000 Unsullied troops retreated safely, and the choice at the critical moment was just right.

Hearing the word "Sea of ​​Smoke", Damon seemed to think of something bad and took a sip of his drink.

"what is going on?"

Rhaenys' eyes flashed and she asked tentatively: "The bloodworm's injury is very strange. Did you encounter something?"

As a person from the previous generation who had experienced the prosperous age of King Renrui, she had clearly seen similar wounds.

My nephew Rhaegar is bent on exploring the Sea of ​​Smoke, so he must do adequate intelligence management.

If there is any serious danger, do not enter rashly.

Damon sighed deeply, leaned back irritably, and said in a deep voice: "You may not believe it, but I didn't even see what that damn thing was."

Appear suddenly and attack without warning.

If the bloodworm hadn't been so agile, he might have been cut in half.

Rhaenys' expression changed slightly, and she said solemnly: "Tell me how you entered the Sea of ​​Smoke, all in detail."

Damon glanced at her, grabbed a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and spoke helplessly.

Walking through it, it can be said to be bizarre.

As soon as the two large ships entered the sea of ​​smoke, they were overturned by sudden waves.

A large ship ran aground in the boiling water and sank to the bottom after not sailing for long.

When half a boat of people passed by a piece of land, they were attacked by stone people and turned into the dead and the living dead.

Finally, Daemon led the dragon and six complete ships to find a complete continent.

Where there are volcanoes, smoke and reefs.

But Daimon could clearly see that within a few miles of the mainland, there was a fertile grassland that was not shrouded in smoke.

"Land of Long Summer?"

Rhaenys narrowed her eyes, confused.

As a descendant of ancient Valyria, he has a natural longing for the land of long summer.

Much is known about this.

"I saw a towering snow mountain."

Damon looked back at the memory, his face relaxed a little unconsciously, and then he laughed at himself: "Who knows where exactly it is?"

Before he could set foot on that continent, he was swept by a strange storm and encountered an undersea volcano erupting.

The monstrous magma spewed out and poured down, and the dense volcanic ash seemed to bury the world.

The fleet was unable to escape and was completely destroyed under the volcanic ash.

Colakxiu flew out of the volcanic eruption zone and landed on a fragmented island to rest.

It was also there that he was attacked by an unknown being with tentacles and almost died on the spot.

Rhaenys listened in rapt attention, secretly frightened, and asked: "Is it a fire dragon insect?"

The Black Death, Balerion's third master, Aria Targaryen, died from the parasitism of the fire dragon.

One person and one dragon must have encountered an attack from fire dragon insects.

"No!"

Damon denied it simply and said: "Dragon maggots and giant dragons are natural enemies. They can even spit out flames, but they will never cause that kind of injury."

"Are you sure?"

Rhaenys was dubious.

Damon's eyes were deep and he said calmly: "There is a living dragon maggot on that island."

"The bachelor in the city exaggerates too much. He is just a fire-breathing worm."

Not to mention an adult dragon at the top of the food chain, even an ordinary person with a sword can hurt it.

Rhaenys was stunned for a moment and sighed sincerely: "You should be glad that you were not entangled by that thing and burned away your blood and fire."

The tragic situation of Aria was recorded in the history books with tears and blood.

Bang--

Damon stood up abruptly and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Thank you for the hospitality, I'll leave now."

"Where are you going?"

Rhaenys frowned and tilted her head: "I didn't mean to stay for two days."

She still had a lot to say to Damon.

Lanner has lost a lot of weight these days, and as a husband, Damon cannot evade his responsibility.

Damon turned his head to avoid looking, and said carelessly: "Go back to Tyrosh, my own territory."

The exploration of the Sea of ​​Smoke failed and Slaver's Bay was lost.

There is always a place for him to stand.

"Are you sure?"

Rhaenys frowned and said in a deep voice, "Damon, you have to escape habitually again."

Damon was stunned when he heard this and stopped walking.

Rhaenys took a deep breath and said bluntly: "Viserys is weak in character. You always think you are better than him and the best son of the brave Baelon."

"I want to tell you, never!"

Stagger!

Daemon's eyes were gloomy, and he drew his sword to Rhaenys' throat: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

This kind of words that exposed his inner thoughts were enough to stimulate him.

"Haha, if you have the guts, just do it."

Rhaenys seemed to have seen a big joke, without any fear, and continued: "Viserys is the king. He has to face hundreds of problems every day."

"Although his solution is not flattering, the kingdom is thriving under his rule."

"He has a weak side, but his attitude when facing difficulties always maintains the bottom line that a dragon should have."

"You don't need to judge what my brother is like."

Daemon pushed the sword forward, his face became colder.

He didn't want outsiders to compare him with his brother.

No matter good or bad

Rhaenys did not retreat a step, ignoring the blood flowing from the pierced neck, and raised her head high: "And you, my cousin."

"You are a poor creature, and you will never be able to bear the burden on your shoulders."

"You are talking nonsense!" Daemon treated him coldly, thinking that the other party was talking nonsense.

However, the two sides were clearly standing on a parallel line, and Rhaenys looked down at him from a high position.

In Daemon's angry eyes.

Rhaenys smiled slightly and said calmly: "Tell me something you have done that is responsible, right now!"

It was "One-day Crown Prince" when her sister-in-law died in childbirth and her nephew was imprisoned.

Or reconciled with Viserys and secretly seduced his niece to fall.

Or, assassinating the nephew who ruined the good things, the battle of Tyrosh that caused his wife's childbirth, and waiting for the opportunity to retaliate against the third nephew...

One by one, there is no honor to speak of.

Even, not one of them took responsibility and made up for the mistakes made.

Rhaenys looked down at him pitifully and shook her head gently: "Daemon, I regret marrying my daughter to you. You didn't protect her well."

"You just rely on Viserys's charity and forgiveness."

"Without your brother's protection, there is no place for you in the family."

Every word is heart-piercing and murderous.

It seems that the sarcasm has been prepared to anger him.

But it also accurately hurts his soft spot.

Daemon's breathing became heavier, and the ugliness deep in his heart was exposed, as if he was exposed naked in the sun.

"Ah!!"

He roared unwillingly and chopped with his sword without any reservation.

...

Outside the door, at the corner of the corridor.

"Prince, the old princess has something to deal with, and you haven't finished your homework yet."

Tyran was embarrassed and persuaded him earnestly.

"I can write it later."

Meka was holding a baby dragon doll, his little face was calm: "I want to see my great-uncle, his dragon is injured."

Hearing this, Tailan suddenly had a bitter face and said helplessly: "Damon is not a good-tempered person, especially for your father's blood."

A dissolute prince who travels between light and darkness, acts high-profile and flamboyant, and is always full of danger.

Who can guarantee that such an existence will not do something out of line.

"No, Lord Tailan."

Meka raised his chubby face and strode towards the closed door.

Dang!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the door, accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade falling to the ground.

"Hurry!" Meka widened his eyes and ran fast with his short legs.

"Seven Gods bless you!"

Tylan moved faster, jumped over the little prince and pounced forward, kicking the door open.

"What happened!?"

The door bounced back with a bang, and Tailan looked around nervously.

Maeka ran over quickly, crouched behind the minister's legs and peeked into the hall.

At this moment.

A deep gap appeared on the sandalwood dining table, half of the sword was stuck in the gap, and the rest of the sword and the hilt fell to the ground and spun in circles.

Daemon looked depressed and fell on the chair.

He lowered his proud head and fell into deep self-reflection.

It is undeniable that his brother always defended him.

As the sons of the brave Baeron, the relationship between brothers is stronger than gold.

But, this is not what he wants.

Daemon covered his face with a headache, and the pride in his bones and the desire buried in his heart tortured him unspeakably.

"Daemon, stand up."

Rhaenys's eyes were firm, she kicked the broken sword away, and reached out to untie the sword at her waist.

"What else can you say?"

Daemon's voice was hoarse and his eyes were numb.

"You still have a chance."

Rhaenys dragged the sword with both hands and said solemnly: "Return to your brother, wife and king, go back with dignity."

Daemon was slightly startled, his eyes fell on the familiar sword.

"The blood of the brave Baeron should not be broken, and it should not leave a stain in the history books."

Rhaenys concealed the reluctance in her eyes and said in a strong voice: "Don't defile this sword given to you by the centenarian king!"

At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, and you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Daemon's mood was complicated, his vision was blurred by a layer of mist, and his lips moved slightly:

"Dark Sister!"