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

Time flies, it’s midsummer in July.

The fleet set off early in the morning, crossed the Narrow Sea and the Volantis Sea, and finally arrived at the mist-shrouded Sea of ​​Smoke.

"Hiss-"

Gluttony let out a roar and looked around the sea of ​​smoke warily, remembering the last time he entered.

"Don't be afraid, old man."

Rega held a roll of maps and said solemnly: "We are not going to rush in recklessly this time."

"roar……"

The glutton's green eyes were full of hostility towards the smoke barrier in front of him.

The wild dragon's premonition told it that there was danger in the land of smoke and sea.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Corakxiu's sudden sharp roar was like a snake's body taking off, plunging into the rolling sea of ​​mist.

Damon suddenly looked back and said proudly: "Follow me!"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and patted the glutton's generous back.

"Don't lose points!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical eyes flickered, breaking away the thick mist with the pungent sulfur smell, and rushed into it to catch up.

"Hiss!"

Ilagas hung back, not wanting to follow.

Below, on the sea.

The sea snake looked solemnly at the sea of ​​smoke, opening its mouth with dry and cracked lips: "Let's go!"

Wuwuwu——

The fleet echoed with the sound of horns, and the sailors sailed into the sea of ​​smoke as if they were dead.

…

Sailing for several days.

The sky was foggy, the water was deathly quiet, and everything was calm.

call--

The glutton's green vertical pupils narrowed slightly, soaring in the thick mist.

"Hiss!"

Ilagas neighed hastily and followed closely, fearing that he would lose his way.

"Slow down, old man."

Rhaegar looked around and lit a glass candle in his hand.

Buzz——

The candle wick ignited a flame, reflecting the scene for miles around.

The sky and the earth were surrounded by smoke, and the sea calmly lapped against the rocks.

After confirming that the route was not dangerous, Rega took out a cracked stone plate and transferred fire magic power to move the pointer.

"Hiss!"

Ilagas subconsciously moved away from the compass as if he was frightened.

Rhaegar glanced at it and took out a small jet-black dragon scale from his arms.

This time we entered the Sea of ​​Smoke with only two main purposes.

Find the Dragon's Horn buried underground.

Capture the abandoned blue dragonet.

Ilagas and the young dragon's mother sibling, borrowed a scale to provide guidance for the dragon-seeking compass.

I brought this little guy with me to attract the young dragon.

Buzz——

The dragon-seeking compass bloomed with a dim halo, and the stone pointer turned randomly in circles.

Rhaegar clicked his tongue and carefully put away the compass.

The compass is far away from the young dragon, and its abilities are limited with only one scale.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A shrill scream came from afar, and the surrounding fog surged violently.

call--

Colakxiu broke through the layers of fog, and his snake-like body was completely revealed, gliding back from a distance.

"How's the front going?"

Rhaegar shouted at the top of his voice, using the skills of the binding spell.

Dameng held the dragon saddle tightly with one hand and said with a serious face: "There is no obstacle ahead. It is roughly the path I took."

He once visited a lost continent.

According to my good nephew, it is most likely a major land plate in the Land of Changxia that encompasses a certain fire peak.

There will definitely be something to gain from exploring that continent.

"Then let's go."

Rhaegar exchanged the glass candle for illuminating the road ahead.

Mastering so many means is no longer comparable to last time.

…

Rees, Parliament Hall.

Tap tap tap...

Orderly footsteps came from the corridor, and Rhaenyra, wearing a black dragon-riding uniform, strode towards her.

"His Majesty."

Kingsguard Ilic and Lorent guarded the door.

Rhaenyra said a faint "Yes" and pushed the door straight in.

Bang--

At a glance, Emond was sitting at the head of the conference table, his legs crossed on the table.

That posture was so arrogant.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and warned, "That's not your place."

"Is this happening?"

Emond leaned lazily on the back of his chair and smiled: "It's quite comfortable."

"Aemond, stop it."

Darren stood opposite, winking.

When the eldest brother is away, the other party starts to let himself go without looking at his priorities.

"Tsk tsk, okay."

Emond rolled his eyes, moved his legs off the table, and adjusted his sitting position.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes slightly, secretly furious at this provocation.

Take a deep breath and tell yourself to be patient.

"Tell me something."

Rhaenyra shook her head and moved a chair to sit down casually.

In the hall, apart from the three siblings, only Bai Maggot Xiaomei and Tower Manager Wallis were left.

Varys kept smiling and did not get involved in matters outside the tower.

Rhaenyra didn't expect him to squeeze out anything, and looked at the newly appointed Manager Rees.

"His Majesty."

Mesalia's belly was swollen and her face was solemn: "The pirates on the Stepstone Islands are becoming increasingly rampant. Fortunately, Adam has vigorously eradicated them, and peace has been restored to the past."

"He is a true warrior."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly, satisfied with the command of the fleet that the sea serpent left her.

Emond interrupted: "What else?"

It had been two months since Rhaegar set out, and there were so many stories happening on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

Mesaria glanced at him and frowned: "Princess Rhaenys reported that Braavos and Pentos formed an alliance against Qohor and sent a fleet to be active near the throat."

Aemond's face fell, feeling slighted.

Qohor was under his rule, and Braavos and Pentos acted under the guise of driving him away, with little regard for him.

Rhaenyra seized the opportunity and sarcastically said: "Your reckless impulsiveness gave the enemy an excuse to take revenge."

Braavos and Pentos are feuding, but both sides share the same potential threat.

That's House Targaryen.

If the two city-states really wanted to help the people of Kohor retake the city-state, they would not mobilize fleets to linger in the upper half of the narrow sea, but instead recruit mercenaries to counterattack the city-state.

The fleet tested the defenses of the Throat, and learned that Rhaegar, Daemon, and the Sea Serpent were heading to the Sea of ​​Smoke, believing that this was the time when the Iron Throne was at its most empty.

He wants to wait for an opportunity to retaliate and suppress the rule of the Iron Throne.

Aemond was very sensitive to ridicule and said with a cold face: "Vultures are vultures, they only flock to flesh and blood."

The implication is that without him capturing Qohor, revenge would have come as expected.

Rhaenyra snorted, not bothering to argue.

Darren looked around and tried to be a peacemaker: "The fleet is testing the throat's defenses. It shouldn't attack, right?"

"They dare!"

Aemond drew out his one-eyed dagger and plunged it into the table with a clang.

Mesalia treated him coldly and analyzed rationally: "My suggestion is that it is best to transfer the fleet led by Adam back to Chaotou Island to keep the enemy at bay."

The royal fleet only has one royal fleet on Dragonstone Island.

Don't move out easily.

The Stepstone Islands include Myr, Lys and other city-states directly under the jurisdiction of the king. It is simply not enough to cultivate a powerful fleet in a few years.

Facing the elite fleets of Braavos and Pentos, the only option was to call back the fleet of the Velaryon family.

Rhaenyra agreed in her heart and told the tower steward: "Send a message to Adam later."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Varys put his hands in his pockets, very submissive.

Messalia coughed lightly and reminded: "Adam has done great work in eradicating pirates. In order to show the queen's wisdom, he should probably be made a knight."

Rhaenyra thought for a moment and agreed: "Permission."

If you want your horse to run, you must feed it grass.

The sea snake sent Adam to her with the intention of accumulating military merit.

"Damn it, when will this boring parliament end!"

Aemond had seen enough of the drama of reward based on merit, and gradually lost his patience.

"If you find it boring, you can go out first."

Rhaenyra's expression was calm and she no longer tolerated the other party's rudeness.

Aemond sneered: "Are you ordering me?"

Bang--

Rhaenyra stood up and pointed at her nose angrily: "I am the queen, the queen of Lys, and you are on my territory now."

"queen?"

Aemond smiled playfully, approached across the conference table, and said sarcastically: "Rhaegar doesn't even bother to touch you."

These words go straight to the heart of my lungs.

Rhaenyra's expression suddenly changed and she wanted to skin it and eat it.

Subconsciously, he placed his palms on the "King of the Kingdom" on his waist.

Aemond's eyes were cunning, and he also touched the black hilt of his sword, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

The two of them got closer and closer, and they seemed to be ready to take action on the spot.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Darren quickly pulled away from the fierce-looking Emond and smoothed things over: "Mrs. Xiaomei, if you have anything else to explain, please tell me quickly."

If I don't say it again, I'm afraid that I won't have a chance to say it.

The eldest brother has only been gone for less than two months, but he doesn't want to kill each other.

"snort!"

Emond snorted coldly, shook his shoulders and broke away, returning to his original seat.

Rhaenyra stared coldly, sweat breaking out on her palms as she held the hilt of the sword.

"We need a dragon!"

Messaria interrupted, speaking quickly: "Princess Rhaenys cannot patrol the throat and monitor the upper half of the narrow sea by herself, she needs the help of a dragon master."

"Who's going?"

Aemond took off his sword and threw it on the table, showing no intention of moving.

According to Rhaegar's arrangement.

His duty was to oversee Dorne and the Stepstones, covering the lower half of the Narrow Sea and Volantis.

I can't get rid of unnecessary tasks.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing that she was the only adult dragonborn the family could use.

But leaving Reese, we still don’t know how Emond will make trouble.

"I'll go!"

At the critical moment, Darren stepped forward.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled and said worriedly: "Your dragon is still young."

"fine."

Darren scratched his head and smiled, and said meekly: "Tesserion is very smart and can still handle simple patrol tasks."

Compared to staying in Lys and watching the battle, patrolling the throat and the upper part of the narrow sea was more reassuring.

Aemond's temperament suddenly changed and he acted arrogantly.

Entering without any involvement is a good choice.

Rhaenyra thought carefully, thinking of Theselion's almost adult figure, and agreed: "You can go, but you must make sure not to actively cause a war, and ensuring your own safety is the first goal."

"I promise."

Darren nodded vigorously and puffed out his not-so-strong chest.

"Be careful when encountering enemies and don't panic."

Aemond played with the one-eyed dagger and gave some experience.

Darren accepted it humbly and strode out.

Mesalia and Varys looked at each other and followed silently away.

Inside the parliament hall with a wide view.

Aemond sat upright, his one eye full of provocation.

Rhaenyra stared intently, exiting the door step by step.