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

June is the beginning of summer.

The climate in the Riverlands is comfortable and pleasant, with warm sunshine hanging in the blue sky and green grass spreading in the fertile soil.

Harrenhal, Gravel Gardens.

In the center of five towering towers, there are several magnificent palaces built and a flowing courtyard paved with marble-colored gravel.

This exotic stone courtyard was specially designed to house Targaryen dragons.

"Hiss..."

In a white stone palace adjacent to a broken bridge and flowing water, a young dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, orange scales extending from its lower jaw, and claws like copper foil screamed angrily.

The young dragon was larger than a horse, with head and tail about thirty feet apart.

At this time, one of the baby dragon's paws was shackled and fixed to the floor with a chain seven or eight meters long.

The palace covers a large area, enough to accommodate a dozen young dragons of the same size running around.

On both sides stood two dragon men dressed in coarse linen and holding bamboo sticks.

The young dragon roared repeatedly, flapping its wings and struggling in the palace, spitting cobalt blue dragon flames everywhere.

"Aim at the dragon's neck and shoot the arrow!"

Suddenly, a cold voice gave an order, and hundreds of arrows were divided into left and right sides to attack, targeting the futilely struggling young dragon.

"Tesserion, get out of the way."

A childish voice sounded, full of excitement.

"Hiss..."

Theselion neighed, the dragon head with a pair of slender horns raised up, and a mouthful of dragon flames spurted out.

Most of the arrows were burned under the dragon's flames, and the remaining arrows clanked against the young dragon's neck covered with cobalt blue scales.

Fortunately, the arrow was a blunt, sharp stone that could not penetrate the dragon's scales, so the damage was limited.

Thessalian felt the pain and tensed his muscles in an attempt to break the chain, but to no avail.

Bang bang bang...

There was a burst of clapping, and Rega walked out from behind the circular stone pillar and said loudly: "Take a rest. Today's training is over."

"Great!"

Children's cheers came from Theselion's back, and a small iron can rocked back and forth on the luxurious saddle.

Rega smiled and closed the yellowed ancient book that he had not finished reading.

After a few months, Rhaegar's appearance and demeanor had changed slightly.

The silver-gold lop-eared short hair once again grew into long shawl hair, which was tied behind the head with a hairband, and the hair was smooth and naturally spread.

Her skin color has faded away from the paleness she had had since childhood, turning into a noble milky white color, which makes her purple eyes and red lips look even brighter.

The most important thing is that the dark circles under his eyes finally disappeared.

She specially wore a white shirt, a black horse-faced skirt embroidered with dragon patterns on the lower body, and a jade belt engraved with three red dragons around her waist.

After controlling power for a long time, he has developed an upright and easy-going temperament, with a confident smile always hanging on his lips.

The king's lords and nobles who knew him well all respected the young crown prince.

"Brother, Theselion is great, right?"

The dragon man calmed the restless young dragon, and the iron can untied the chain around his waist and ran up to him with a clatter.

"Great, but you can control its emotions better next time."

Rhaegar took off the iron can's square helmet, revealing little Darren's fair face that was so hot that it turned red.

This is a dragon training method based on the ancient Targaryen system.

The driver rides his own dragon, controls the dragon's movements with chains, and uses bow and arrow shooting and spear throwing to train the dragon's ability to avoid war.

After the three-day training was completed, Gray Worm in black armor came out, and hundreds of Unsullied behind him gathered their bows and arrows and fled.

"Prince, nobles from all over the world are coming soon." Gray Worm said with a straight face.

Rhaegar helped Daeron push off the can of armor and corrected him: "It's not lord, this term is lord."

"Sir?" Gray Worm was stunned when he heard this and spoke in poor common language.

The delisted maester Tru is gone, and he hasn't mastered the Common Tongue yet.

When Daeron only had a set of silver clothes left, Rhaegar chuckled and said, "Come on, follow me to greet the adults of all Westeros."

…

Harrenhal, front portcullis.

The majestic black stone city wall is dozens of feet high. A black dragon is carved on both sides of the battlement, and ten large catapults are placed below.

The steel cast gate slowly opened, revealing the open iron-wrapped solid wood door on the inside.

"When will they arrive?" Darren was lying on the parapet, looking around with his big eyes.

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and stood on the top of the city as wide as a house, looking at the vast endless wilderness with his eyes.

Harrenhal covers an extremely large area, covering hundreds of miles in radius, including the entire Lake of God's Eye.

"Your Highness, they will be here soon. My raven saw them."

Tormund's eyes turned white and he responded calmly.

After serving as intelligence chief for several months, he changed a lot.

He changed from the coarse linen clothes of civilians and wore a set of black and white robes, with a Valyrian steel necklace with ears growing on either side of one eye hanging around his neck.

The necklace was specially made by Rhaegar to symbolize the intelligence chief like the palm of the King's Hand.

At this moment, Tormund and Gray Worm were standing on either side behind Rhaegar.

On the city wall, a thousand black-armored fearless men armed with spears and bucklers lined up in a majestic line.

Two huge three-headed red dragon flags were hung on the battlements, and knights and attendants gathered at the city gate to greet them.

Woohoo~~

An abrupt, dull horn sounded, with a high-pitched and powerful rhythm.

On the road to the west of Qianmian Island, carriages and soldiers formed a long and winding queue, rushing to Harrenhal as far as the eye could see.

Looking from a distance, several flags hanging high can be faintly seen.

Half-moon eagle, golden rose, direwolf head...

Seeing the familiar flag, Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth and said cheerfully: "Tormund, my father and the others are still on Thousand Faces Island, don't forget to inform them."

"Yes, Prince." Tormund's eyes returned to normal.

…

Just before noon, groups of knights carrying banners entered Harrenhal to protect the carriages they belonged to.

As the largest castle in the entire continent and even the world, Harrenhal covers an incredibly large area.

One mile away from Ligui Tower is the open-air horse gallery, with a spacious fence large enough to accommodate thousands of war horses.

A spacious reception area was specially set up behind the city gate.

Nobles from all over the country got off their carriages, their gorgeous clothes unable to hide their tiredness from travel.

This is why the royal family extended the mushroom collection on some remote paths to provide a shelter for the nobles traveling along the way.

As the crown prince, Rhaegar naturally couldn't escape the tasks he had to face.

"Prince, I'm glad that I can still go out without illness and participate in this martial arts tournament."

Old Tully of Riverrun had a rosy complexion and led a group of accompanying vassals to come forward to pay tribute.

Rhaegar accepted it calmly and laughed: "I think your body can last another ten years and live to the age of King Rui."

"Haha, that's best."

"..."

While the monarch and his ministers were exchanging pleasantries, the knights of the valley strode forward carrying the flag of the half-moon eagle.

Rhaegar turned his head slightly and saw at first sight the tall figure surrounded by a group of knights.

"Rhaegar, prince."

Jenny's eyes were smiling, and her gentle voice revealed a joy of reunion.

As if to see her lover again, she dressed up carefully.

Her long chestnut hair hangs down on her shoulders, she wears a light yellow dress to outline her graceful figure, and she has a delicate face with light makeup.

"Jenny."

Lei Jia's face lit up, he restrained his inappropriate emotions, nodded and said, "It's been a hard journey."

"Fortunately, it's a pity that Mr. Yobert can't come."

Jenny pursed her lips lightly, her brown eyes unable to leave Rhaegar for a moment.

The last time the two met was at the Eagle's Nest City at the beginning of the year.

Rhaegar had been busy with government affairs for half a year and could not leave to go to the valley.

"Lord Jobert's health is deteriorating."

Zhan Sifu looked up from the side, her light red curly hair and blue dress were very eye-catching.

Rhaegar turned his head and saw James Sifu, Bao Lan, and vassals Gerald Royce and Joffrey Grafson behind Jenny...

Many of them were young and middle-aged women, and everyone naturally gathered around Jenny.

Most of them are widows who lost their husbands and sons in the Black Wedding, and they inherited the title and territory under Jenny's operation.

Through the Maris Nunnery in Seagull Town, a valley female regime was formed semi-publicly to suppress the traditional male regime.

Rhaegar met the inner council of the valley once, and these women were very fierce.

"Welcome to Harrenhal, I have warm soup for you."

Rhaegar greeted them politely and did not look down on them because they were women.

At this time, a group of knights in silver armor carrying golden rose flags came forward, full of majesty.

In terms of the sophistication of their armor and weapons, they are the most outstanding among all the noble knights.

The knights walked out in two rows and gradually separated to both sides, revealing a graceful green figure.

It was a beautiful girl who was as proud as a rose.

A light green silk waist dress highlighted her well-proportioned and tall body curves. Soft brown shoulders were draped over her smooth shoulders. Her skin was as white and tender as milk, and her facial features were delicate and charming, perfectly interpreting her exquisite beauty.

The only daughter of the Duke of Highgarden, Margaery Tyrell.

With a smile on her face, Margaery walked up to Rhaegar generously and said in a soft voice: "Highgarden sends you my sincere greetings, Prince Rhaegar."

As he said that, he turned to look at Jenny, his beautiful eyes showed excitement, and said happily: "Mrs. Jenny, I have wanted to visit you for a long time, and I am finally lucky enough to meet you."

Looking at that posture, she just needed to take Jenny's hand and give her a warm hug.

Jenny's eyes were gentle and she whispered softly: "Nice to meet you too, Miss Margery."

But as soon as they started talking, Jenny pulled away and stood next to Rhaegar.

The male heir to Highgarden died unexpectedly, and Tyrell Sr. lost his only remaining son.

Margaery was showing kindness to her at this time, and Janey didn't want to get into trouble across the border.

Rhaegar understood the complex thoughts between the two women at a glance, and interrupted with a smile: "Please come in quickly, the attendants have prepared a sumptuous banquet."

"Oh, great, thank you for your generosity." Margery smiled playfully and raised her feet.

"Hiss!!"

"Hiss..."

At this moment, a rough and thick dragon roar resounded through the sky, attracting the attention of all the nobles.

A huge bronze dragon dispersed the thin white clouds, its huge body flew from the direction of God's Eye Lake, and a dark shadow enveloped the towering walls of Harrenhal.

Following closely behind was a light blue giant dragon, carrying a girl with silver-blonde slightly curly hair, swooping towards the city wall, and then rushed into the castle in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss-"

At the same time, a muffled dragon roar sounded from the gravel garden, carrying a strong sense of dominance and reaching everyone's ears.

Meng Huo's bad temper swept through a gust of wind, causing everyone's skirts to fly around.

"oops."

Margaery slipped and fell into Rhaegar's arms.

"Careful, Miss Margery."

Rhaegar's tone was calm, and he supported Jenny into his arms with his backhand, taking a step back consciously.

A female dragon and a female eagle were enough for him, and the bright roses would surely prick his hands.

Soon, more and more knights and carriages entered the city gate.

Jason Lannister in gorgeous clothes, Mond Hightower with his family...

Under the banner of the direwolf's head, there is a middle-aged black-haired leader riding a dark horse.

Next to him, followed a handsome young man with black hair, black eyes and resolute eyes.