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

Viserys's voice was hoarse and weak, but it contained determination that could not be refused.

"Roar……"

Wormisor was attracted by the shout, and his cold vertical eyes locked on the Targaryen who was trying to order him.

Viserys breathed rapidly and looked at him without hiding.

Occasionally, you can still hear your heart beating violently in your chest.

A flash of anger flashed across Wormisor's vertical pupils, the huge dragon head poked out, and the dragon's kiss spurted scorching waves of heat.

"You all move away, don't be affected!" Viserys suddenly had an idea and shouted.

next moment.

The dragon head kept approaching, and the dragon guards surrounding him were blown away by the heat wave and couldn't open their eyes, and were roughly knocked away by the giant beast.

The strength of an adult dragon is unmatched. Even with a slight shake of the head, more than a dozen dragon guards are directly knocked away, and they fall to death like kittens and puppies.

Seeing the tragic death of the guard, Viserys was anxious and angry, and shouted again: "Vormisor, be quiet!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the blood in his body boiled, and waves of heat surged into his raised palms.

He had learned the "Forbidden Curse" and was barely able to mobilize the few magic powers in his blood.

Buzz——

Magic power poured into the palm one after another, and the pale palm quickly turned red, outlining a dragon-shaped mark.

Vermisor's head happened to break through the defense line, approaching Viserys infinitely, barely staying a few meters away.

One person and one dragon looked at each other, and the dragon-shaped mark was reflected in the cold vertical pupils of the giant bronze dragon.

Wormisor's angry movements paused, and a trace of doubt flashed across his violent and brutal vertical pupils.

It's this weird feeling again, familiar yet strange.

Taking advantage of the dragon's momentary pause, Viserys's mind was flooded with thoughts, and he spoke with difficulty: "Wormithor, where is my child?"

His eyes looked back and forth between the dragon and inside and outside the grotto, but he never saw the shadow of his third son Aemond.

Wormisor tilted his head slightly, and the doubts in his vertical pupils deepened.

The wisdom of dragons is not inferior to humans, but communication between the two parties is a problem.

It didn't understand the Targaryen's question in front of it.

Zhila!

Viserys' face turned pale, the magic power in his blood was short, and the dragon mark was instantly extinguished.

In an instant, Wormisor grinned a dragon's kiss, and his anger regained the upper hand.

"Hiss!!"

The dragon's kiss opened wide, Vormisor glared angrily, and let out a deafening roar.

Viserys was facing the dragon's kiss with intertwined fangs, and a hot and fishy wind blew towards his face, causing him to stagger and his long silver hair flying randomly.

There was a crisp sound, and the buttons on the silk nightgown fell apart, and were blown away by the strong wind like a kite with broken strings.

At the critical moment, Viserys's mind went blank, and his desire to survive outweighed his cowardice and hesitation.

He raised his palms high, mobilizing the remaining magic power in his blood, closed his eyes and roared: "Wormisor, shut your mouth!"

He didn't know why he shouted that.

But he just wanted to shout like this to make the dragon in front of him be more honest.

The dragon-shaped mark reappeared, accompanied by a roar that occupied Wormisor's vision and hearing.

Wormisor remained unmoved, like a cold-blooded butcher, and his roar continued for a long time.

Viserys closed his eyes tightly and fell down due to the overwhelming weight. He was supported by the Dragon Guards who gathered behind him, and he managed to hold on for a breath without fainting.

For a long time, everything was calm.

Viserys was dizzy and struggled to open his eyes.

What caught his eye was a pair of cold vertical pupils and a giant bronze beast with a long neck.

Vermithor lay prone on the ground, his wings supporting the climb up the steep rock, his vertical eyes staring intently at Viserys full of scrutiny.

It mistakenly thought that the other party wanted to tame it, just like the silver-haired kid before.

Viserys breathed heavily, stared at the giant dragon in front of him with drowsy eyes, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Vormithor, surrender to your king!"

His original intention of landing on Dragonstone was to tame a dragon.

Wormisor, who suddenly encountered a violent rage, was already ready to take action.

"Roar……"

Wormisor roared in a low voice, crawling slowly, and the dragon's head was always pointed at the person in front of him under the influence of his neck.

From the other person's body, he felt an inexplicable attraction.

In the shadow that was invisible to others, a pair of cold vertical pupils the size of a copper bell blinked rapidly, and an old man with silver-blond hair and a long beard was reflected in the depth of the pupils.

The old man has a resolute face, and even though he is aging, he can still see his heroic spirit from his straight back.

Its first and only current master was King Jaehaerys.

Jaehaerys' sister Rhaena placed a dragon egg in her brother's cradle.

The dragon that hatches from the dragon egg is Vermithor.

One person and one dragon knew each other from the moment they were born, and have been together for 69 years through countless hardships and dangers.

"Hiss!!"

Recalling the driver who had passed away long ago, Warmisor was filled with rage, raised his head and let out a roar, and the golden dragon flames streaked across the dark night.

When he lowered his head again, his eyes became more scrutinizing, and Dragon Kiss ignored Viserys and thrust him in front of him.

"Womisole."

Viserys had no choice but to retreat. He waved his hand to drive away the Dragon Guard, standing alone with his knees weak.

call--

Wormisor's nasty front-arching dragon kiss hit his nose hard.

Viserys turned his head to avoid the heat, and the dragon's kiss hit his chest, forcing him to stagger back a few steps.

Wormisor's vertical eyes flashed with amusement, and the dragon's kiss that pressed closer and closer gradually overflowed with golden dragon flames.

It intends to give the other party a chance to ride on the dragon's back, provided it can gain its approval.

People choose dragons, and dragons choose people.

Wormisor came into contact with Aemond and Viserys successively, but the senses given to it by father and son were very different.

The silver-haired kid looked at it with eyes full of desire, which was the weak's endless pursuit to become stronger.

But Wormisor is inherently strong, and it is unwilling to lend its power to a weak person to satisfy the weak's trivial wishes.

"Roar……"

Wormisor's throat rolled, and he stared at Viserys coldly with his vertical pupils.

From the Targaryen in front of him, he felt the majesty and dominance of a king.

Even this feeling is very rare, less than one-tenth of its previous driver.

But if one of the conditions for being strong and being a king is met, it is worthy of a try.

Viserys finally stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the dragon flames accumulated in the ferocious dragon's kiss, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Having had a training experience, he knew that he must not show fear when facing a giant dragon.

Viserys cocked his neck and stared at the dragon's vertical pupils, trying his best to show his fearless side.

Time passes bit by bit...

Viserys was sweating and swaying.

But his eyes were always fixed on Womisol, with a shadow of a giant bronze beast reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Vormisor extinguished the dragon flames and crept quietly on the ground. Jaehaerys's figure disappeared in his vertical pupils, and Viserys's shadow gradually appeared.

The reflection appears slowly, with only a scrawled upper body.

"Roar……"

Wormisor roared muffledly, shaking the dragon's head irritably, raising billowing dust.

"Wormisor, take me flying around."

At this moment, Viserys gasped and spoke, approaching the dragon with unsteady steps.

He saw what Wormisor was up to.

Since it didn't hurt him or simply fly away, he had to ride on the dragon's back.

Viserys ignored Vormithor's restlessness. As soon as they approached, he put his palms on the scales of the dragon's neck and began to climb.

"His Majesty."

The two loyal dragon guards hurried back, daring to help the king climb onto the dragon's back.

Viserys's face darkened and he scolded: "Back off, I'm not useless enough to need someone else to push my butt!"

Long Wei's movements stimulated him, and a surge of strength came out of nowhere in his body, and he climbed successfully with quick hands and feet.

"Hiss!!"

The moment he climbed onto the dragon's back, Wormisor raised his head and roared, flapped his broad brown wings, kicked off his feet and quickly rose into the air.

The dragon flew suddenly, and Viserys almost fell. His upper body lay on the dragon's neck, and his hands tightly grasped the scales on his back.

There was no saddle or fixed rope on Wormisor, so he could only stretch his limbs as much as possible and use the swaying scales on his back to reduce wind resistance.

Thanks to the subtle scars on the thick scales of Wormisor, Viserys's feet were stuck in two small gaps not far apart, barely able to stabilize his figure.

boom--

Wormisor didn't intend to simply find a driver. He spread his wings and flew, spewing out golden dragon flames, and dived in.

"ah!……"

Viserys raised his head to meet the dragon's flames, shouting as if to vent his anger.

A burning sting shot through his whole body, his messy long hair and beard were set on fire, and several holes were burned out of his remaining pajamas.

Soon, one person and one dragon passed through the blazing dragon flames.

Viserys trembled all over, his head buried among his scales, his skin all red.

Ordinary people would have been burned into cokes long ago if they experienced dragon flames.

But he is a Targaryen and is naturally resistant to fire.

The dragon flames of Wormisor are indeed scorching, but not as difficult as the smoke-like dragon flames of Glutton.

One man and one dragon flew very fast, and the dragon flames were blocked by Vermisor's dragon head and back scales, indirectly protecting Viserys.

Breathing through the dragon's flames, Viserys only burned his skin and set his hair and beard on fire.

Below, the dragon guards saw the king being taken away by the dragon, and they were as panicked as a group of ants.

"You, you return to the castle to report the news, and the rest of you will follow your Majesty."

A dragon guard commander pointed out two people to report the news, and led the remaining men to chase the dragon.

Within a moment, they turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

The dragon and the people have left, and the deep grotto has returned to deathly silence.

Tread...

Suddenly, there was a sporadic sound of footsteps coming from the grotto, accompanied by a breathless hum.

With the help of the scattered torches of the Dragon Guard, the disheveled Aemond struggled to hold on to the stone wall and ran out of the grotto.

At this time, he was no longer as energetic as when he first entered the grotto.

His clothes and pants were in tatters, and his elbows and knees were scratched, revealing bloody scratches.

The only thing left on his body is a green cloak with holes, but he can still pass it by.

Emond endured the pain, ran out of the grotto and looked around, feeling chilled when he saw the mess on the ground.

Looking up at the night sky, a majestic dragon shadow shoots straight into the sky, spraying out golden dragon flames.

"Womisol!!..."

Seeing the dragon flying away, Aemond roared unwillingly, his voice full of tears.

That's the dragon he likes! The dragon used to change destiny!

"Asshole! I won't give in!"

Aemond shouted angrily, wiped the tears from his eyes, and rushed into the grotto again.

He remembered that Longshan had more than one dragon.

Without Vormisor, there is still its companion Silver Wing.

As soon as he turned around, a huge shadow fell from the night, covering the top of the grotto.

Aemond just kept his head down and ran, unaware.

"Hiss..."

A dragon roar as sharp as a needle suddenly appeared, and the shadow suddenly descended and pounced on the silver-haired child in front of the deep grotto.

A strong wind hit behind him, and Aemond looked back in shock, his eyes widening in horror.

"don't want!……"