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

Encountering a wild dragon at close range, Viserys narrowed his eyes and blurted out: "Sheep thief!"

Based on the wild dragon's brown mud-colored scales and skinny, ferocious appearance, he determined the name of the dragon.

"Your Majesty, this is a completely untamed wild dragon. We should stay away from it."

Leonor showed vigilance, spoke out his advice and implemented it.

The three imperial ministers stepped forward together, wanting to block the king from behind and escort him through the long steps.

At the same time, the sheep thief stretched his neck, chewed twice and swallowed the goat whole.

"Hiss..."

When the pleasure of poaching is satisfied, the sheep thief shakes his dragon head, flaps his wings and flies into the air.

The two claws covered with numb scales clung to the carcasses of two goats, and the smelly goat blood flowed and dripped.

Viserys happened to be under the mud dragon, with sheep's blood dripping from his head, and he hurriedly dodged.

Hearing the movement below, the sheep thief's sunken nose twitched, and his brown-black vertical pupils lingered on the group of people on the long steps of the stone bridge.

It is a free-spirited wild dragon that has little fun except stealing sheep and attacking sheepdogs.

At this time, Viserys lifted his cloak over his head and saw the true appearance of the mud dragon.

It has brown mud-colored scales all over its body, a pair of broad brown wings, a shrunken dragon head that is rounded, and no horns on the top of its head, which is covered with irregular diamond-shaped horns.

The body is very large, and the whole body is very skeletal, as if it is a thick skeleton wrapped under a layer of scales, and its feet have sharp claws.

Viserys marveled at the dragon's structure and couldn't help but comment: "It's really ugly."

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief flapped his wings and hovered, his vertical pupils staring downwards, and his slender and long neck neighing maliciously.

Before Viserys and his party could react, a stone dragon's claw was released, and the half-dead goat carcass was thrown out.

"Hide quickly!"

Viserys was always paying attention to the movements of the mud dragon, and grabbed his cloak and threw himself at his wife and youngest son.

Plop——

The goat's carcass fell in the middle of the group of people, and the hot blood of the goat splashed out, mixed with one or two pieces of tender meat.

Viserys lay down next to the parapet, his cloak covering his head, with Alison and Daeron in his arms.

On the other side, Leonor and the other three were unable to dodge. Even though they were lying on the stone floor, they were still splattered with blood and flesh.

"How are you?"

Hearing no movement, Viserys raised his cloak and nervously checked the safety of his wife and youngest son.

Allison turned pale, hugged the dazed Darren tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm fine, look at my father and the others."

Viserys raised his head when he heard this. Leonor and the other three lay motionless on the floor. A smashed dead sheep lay across the long steps.

The pure white wool was wet with blood, and one of its front legs was preserved intact by twitching without blinking.

Looking up, thin clouds and mist are floating, and the sun is shining with the slightest light.

The sheep thief was nowhere to be seen.

Not far behind, a group of people who were lagging behind started to commotion.

Hearing the unfamiliar roar of the dragon, Rhaegar let go of Renya's little hand and planned to rush to his father's side.

"Hiss..."

A salty sea breeze blew, carrying a faint smell of mutton, accompanied by the excited neighing of a successful prank.

Rhaegar paused and looked up in surprise.

The dragons on Dragonstone Island build their nests and move around near Dragon Mountain, and basically do not fly within the long steps of the castle and stone bridge.

"Hiss..."

A strong wind swept across, and the sheep thief emerged from the ridge on one side of the long steps of the stone bridge. He flapped his wings and flew above the heads of Rhaegar and his party.

With his neck raised high, the ugly dragon head looked down at the crowd below.

I just made fun of a group of people, and here is another group of people showing off their majestic appearance.

"Be careful, this is a wild dragon on the island."

Seeing the brown mud-colored scales of the sheep thief, Rhaegar was secretly alert and pulled Rhaenyra and Helena behind him.

The dragons on Dragonstone generally do not appear in front of people and have minimal impact on the residents.

Wormisor and Silver Wing are sleeping in Dragon Mountain, while Gluttony and Gray Shadow have basically moved away.

Among the existing wild dragons, only the sheep thief appears from time to time, poaching the herdsmen's sheep and killing the herdsmen's dogs.

Looking up and down, Rhaegar saw the bloody goat in the paws of the sheep thief, and suddenly realized that the sheep thief had just succeeded in catching the sheep.

Rhaegar looked at the sheep thief, who was also looking at the group of people below.

His sneaky vertical pupils glanced at Rhaegar, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Helena one by one, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

It smells the same kind.

His vertical pupils glanced back and forth at the upright Rega, with a strong sense of disgust rising in his eyes.

On the other party, it smelled the putrid smell of the dragon-eating species.

"Father……"

Feeling the scrutinizing gaze of the mud dragon, Benila and Renya were frightened. They huddled behind Damon, each holding a thigh.

Damon's brows were knitted into a knot, and his right hand was holding the hilt of his sword, observing every move of the mud dragon.

He was not panicked because he knew that this mud dragon was returning from hunting and would not attack humans for no reason.

In contrast, the Four Storms, who did not have their father by their side, screamed repeatedly and hid in a huddle behind Aemond.

"Tch, childish."

Aemond was too lazy to talk to them. He stood on tiptoes and stared at the dragon above his head with burning eyes.

Looking from left to right, you can see that it is very big, larger than the bloodworm Corakxiu, and slightly smaller than the female dragon Menghuo.

Emond's eyes lit up and he jumped excitedly: "Dragon! What a big wild dragon!"

However, when he saw the true face of the sheep thief, Aemond's face collapsed and he was disappointed: "What an ugly dragon!"

He wanted to tame a dragon, a dragon that could prove himself.

This mud dragon is indeed big enough, but it is too ugly.

In this way, Aemond stared at the sheep thief, his facial expression changing between excitement and disappointment, and he was more confused than whether to eat pie or jam for breakfast.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief tilted his head and stared at the silver-haired boy who had been staring at him, as if he was wondering whether the other person was attracted by his majesty.

Thinking about it, he flapped his wings and stayed in the air, pinching the almost cold goat carcass with his paws.

Noticing its small movements, Rhaegar retreated without leaving a trace and reminded: "Stay away, sheep thieves are very dishonest."

Everyone was obedient, sticking to the female walls on both sides and spreading out.

In this way, Rhaegar was a little relieved.

Because they were on Dragonstone Island, Glutton and the other dragons did not land on the island immediately and wandered around in the nearby waters.

The moment he heard the sheep thief's roar, the glutton sensed his will and quickly turned back.

"Hiss-"

As if they had a telepathic connection, a low roar like a bell came from the direction of the beach, startling a group of seabirds nesting on the cliff.

The familiar dragon roar reached his ears, and the sheep thief turned his head in panic, his vertical pupils showing a bit of panic.

That dragon-eating species is back!

Not to mention the experience of being hunted as a young dragon, and being taught a lesson once as an adult. Thinking about it now makes me feel a dull pain in my back, as if a pair of sharp claws as black as coal were inserted into the body.

After glancing at the crowd below, the sheep thief flapped his wings and took off into the air, taking one last look at the silver-haired boy.

The claws loosened and the goat carcass was thrown out.

"careful!"

Rhaegar's face tightened, and he turned around and hugged Rhaenyra and Helena.

Snap!

The goat carcass hit the stone floor accurately, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and wool flying around.

Aemond squatted on the ground, closest to the sheep corpse, and his fair face was spattered with a string of blood beads.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the sheep thief turned around and ran away. Before leaving, he did not forget to grab another goat in front of the wailing shepherd.

As soon as it left, Glutton arrived soon after.

The dark wings spread far away, and the body as huge as a mountain quickly broke through the clouds.

As soon as he saw his dragon coming, Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the sisters in his arms.

There is no doubt about the power of the Glutton, and its size is infinitely close to that of the first-generation dragon Vhagar. The green dragon flame and extreme speed are an excellent combination of combat talents.

It can be seen from the few words of Diane Liga and the Beleris family that dragons have different varieties, shapes, and talents.

The origin of Gluttony is unknown, but its bloodline is noble enough, otherwise it would not grow so rapidly and hugely.

To the wild dragons of Dragonstone, the glutton is like an emperor, and neither the sheep thief nor the gray shadow dare to provoke or shout.

"No one was hurt, right?"

Rhaegar walked around the bloody remains of the goat and looked at the Four Storms and Aemond.

Si Fengfeng turned pale with fright. The sisters hugged each other, and the third and fourth children in the middle were almost squeezed by the two.

Aemond squatted on the ground blankly, wiping the sheep's blood flowing from his forehead to his left eye with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" Rega squatted down and looked at him seriously.

"Very good!"

Aemond jumped up suddenly, his eyes sparkled brightly, and he shouted excitedly: "Brother, take me to tame the dragon. I want to tame the strongest dragon!"

The dragons we usually see are either trapped in the dragon's lair or ridden by brothers and sisters.

Encountering a wild dragon for the first time, the wild nature hidden in Aemond's heart was aroused.

Not only does he have to tame a dragon, he has to tame the most powerful dragon ever!

Looking at Aemond who jumped three feet high, Rhaegar patted his head and said speechlessly: "Don't daydream. Training a dragon depends on luck."

People choose dragons, and dragons choose people.

It doesn't matter which dragon you like, that dragon is yours.

After confirming that everything was fine, Rega hurried towards the front where his father was.

The sheep thief must have threatened my father and the others before they came.

Fortunately, this dragon has a wretched character and will generally not attack humans unless it is stopped from stealing sheep.

…

Stone Drum Tower.

After an episode involving a sheep thief, the group entered the castle safely.

"Viserys, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to rest first."

Allison reminded him and walked up the stairs listlessly.

She was frightened by the sheep thief and is still weak.

Watching his wife go upstairs, Viserys glanced at Leonor and the three of them secretly, and joked: "Women are always fragile, not as strong as men."

Without waiting for the ministers to answer, Rhaenyra, who was one position behind, took the lead in speaking out.

She walked up to her father and said angrily: "You are right, father."

After that, he took the hands of his two adopted daughters and followed them upstairs.

"Honey. You know that's not what I meant."

Seeing his daughter hurried upstairs, Viserys defended with a headache.

He forgot Rhaenyra's most taboo statement about male superiority and female inferiority.

Rhaenyra took hold of his father's outstretched hand and chuckled: "Rhaenyra is just tired, she won't be really angry."

"Seven Gods, I really made a slip of the tongue."

Viserys sighed.

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, and ordered the maid to take his younger brothers, sisters and the Four Storms down to settle them.

As he walked upstairs to find Rhaenyra, his father stopped him.

Viserys not only stopped his eldest son, but also his younger brother Daemon, Lionel and three other ministers.

"Your Majesty, how can I help you?" Leonor had a big belly and a solemn face.

"Don't be so serious. It's not a state matter, but a private matter."

Viserys smiled, pointed out the premise first, and then said: "My son Aemond plans to train the dragon, and I have the same idea."

"What do you think?"