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

At night, the stars shine brightly.

In the Stone Drum Tower, a pair of figures slowly lingered on the couch.

After a long time, the fighting ceased and the candles were lit.

Rhaegar wore a silk nightgown and walked to the outdoor balcony to enjoy the breeze.

It was so hot that it felt like the blood was boiling.

As far as the eye can see, looking towards the beach in the distance, there is a cluster of weak firelight.

"Gone." Rhaegar breathed slightly and muttered to himself.

The red witch participated in the ceremony during the day and sailed back to Volantis overnight.

The other party's mind is cunning, but fortunately it's somewhat useful.

A month ago, after he and Rhaenyra returned to Dragonstone, a fire broke out at Harrenhal.

There were more than a dozen barrels of wildfire stored in the cellar of the church, which exploded when accidentally triggered.

The two monks, together with Milov, the second son of the Tully family, were killed in the wildfire.

The corners of Rega's mouth curled up slightly, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the coolness of the night breeze.

The only pity is that Mond Hightower often comes into contact with Otto and Aegon, and it is difficult to find time to be alone.

Otherwise, he might have bad accidents.

"Rhaega, I'm so thirsty~"

A soft and hoarse voice came, and a warm embrace hugged his waist from behind.

Rega turned around, smiled and hugged the soft and delicate body, lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Rhaenyra's eyes were blurry, and she pressed gently against his chest, her breath accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Her body was covered with a light nightgown, and her bare feet were stepping on the expensive red carpet produced in Reese.

After snuggling for a while, Rhaegar broke away from his arms and went to the table to pour a glass of warm water.

Today's ceremony is a gentle and slow twist of joy, and we can't be greedy for too much.

Rhaenyra rubbed her flushed cheeks, raised her head to accept the water from the person in front of her, pursed her red lips around the cup, and swallowed seductively.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

Rhaegar looked at her fondly and gently wiped her lower lip, the cut was slightly red and swollen.

After breaking the window paper, the two people have a legal relationship.

One day he sits on the Iron Throne, and Rhaenyra will be his queen.

…

Stone Drum Tower, lobby.

The feast was held, and the celebrations continued with singing and dancing.

Viserys smiled widely as he accepted the toasts from each of his vassals.

He has not been so happy for many years.

With a pair of children who have grown up, he can live up to the expectations of his late wife Emma.

His only disappointment was that the banquet was not grand enough.

It should be set up in the Hall of the Hundred Furnaces at Harrenhal, for all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to attend, and to provide food for three days to the poor who don't have enough to eat.

But now is not bad, a traditional ceremony following the ancient Valyrian ancestral system was witnessed by thousands of nobles and lords.

It is enough to be written into the history of the mainland together with the Shenyan Lake Martial Arts Tournament.

"Brother, congratulations."

Damon brought his wife Lanner and came to congratulate him with a toast.

Viserys grinned: "In the blink of an eye, the children have grown up, and you and I are no longer young."

"Haha, I can do it six times a night, it's not as exaggerated as you said."

Damon put his arm around Lanner's waist and said cynical words in a magnetic voice.

Or it may be a matter of mentality. Time has indeed left few traces on his handsome face, and he still looks carefree.

Viserys glanced sideways at him and snorted disdainfully.

He would never forget how Daemon deceived his daughter and assassinated his son.

If he hadn't remembered his old brotherhood, he would have banished Daemon from Westeros.

The two brothers sat together, drank wine together, and talked about memories of their youth.

Viserys chuckled: "I still remember your first wedding. You refused to enter the bridal chamber, so I got you drunk and carried you in."

"I was so drunk that the bronze woman stripped me naked and left me at the door, blowing the cold wind all night."

Damon's tone was light, and he was still worried about his deceased wife, Lady Leia.

"..."

Chatting late into the night, the brothers were silent for a while, watching the dancing crowd in the hall.

After a while, Damon suddenly said: "Brother, my bloodline is spreading and I need a territory to support it."

Viserys stared blankly at his brother's face.

Apart from peeking at the Iron Throne and coveting Rhaenyra, this was the first time Daemon seriously asked his brother for something.

After a daze, Viserys rubbed his face and said seriously: "I will seal the outlet of the Blackwater River to you, and the royal family will fund the construction of a castle for you. All the specifications will be in accordance with your requirements."

The words were sincere, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, just waiting for someone to request.

Damon took a sip of wine and raised the corners of his tight mouth slightly.

Viserys beat him hard on the shoulder and recommended: "The outlet of the Blackwater River can be used for navigation and trade. You and your descendants will not worry about money."

There are many territories in Westeros suitable for enfeoffment, but there are few fertile lands and access to the sea.

The Blackwater River is adjacent to King's Landing City and flows into the Blackwater Bay. It is an uncultivated treasure land.

The only younger brother spoke to him, and he was willing to grant him a title and establish a family.

With a sad look on her face, Lanner took her husband's big hand and stared at it.

Damon glanced at her, held her hand with his backhand, and looked up at his brother.

Viserys looked pleased, expecting his brother to agree.

"Brother, Blackwater Bay should be left to your descendants."

Daemon refused bluntly and said solemnly: "I am interested in the land beyond the narrow sea, which is suitable for the survival of the second line of Targaryen, rather than crowded in the stinking ditch like King's Landing fighting for power."

He thought very clearly that his brother's bloodline would remain in Westeros to inherit the Iron Throne.

His bloodline migrated beyond the Narrow Sea to regain an old piece of ancient Valyria and prevent the two bloodlines from fighting each other.

In the vernacular of Pentos, eggs cannot be put in one basket.

boom--

Viserys's face turned gloomy for a moment, he slammed down the wine cup, suppressing his anger and said: "Damon, why can't you let me worry less and don't always disappoint me!"

He is the king and peace is the priority.

He was already tolerant of his free-spirited brother, but the other party was greedy and tested his bottom line.

Daemon's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Volantis will take the lead in starting the war, and the Sea Serpent and I will participate in it and occupy a city-state in a reasonable and reasonable manner."

"If you say this, I can execute you for treason!"

Viserys gritted his teeth in hatred.

As he spoke, he looked for the sea snake Corliss in the crowd, showing a look of vigilance.

Once upon a time, the Velaryon family was a major problem on his mind, causing him no peace for a day.

United Daemon occupies a free trade city...

Haha~~

I am afraid that the Velaryon family also had the idea of ​​​​cutting off territory and making the king, and planned to push the Driftwood Throne to the same status as the Iron Throne.

"His Majesty……"

Lanner opened her mouth, trying to restore the family's image.

"Hiss-"

In vain, an angry dragon roar resounded through the night sky, and the Stone Drum Tower rumbled under the strong wind, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

…

The top floor of Shigu Tower.

Rhaegar stood on the edge of the balcony with his hands on the fence.

Rhaenyra clung to him, clinging to him as if she couldn't get enough.

boom--

In the night, a dark dragon shadow flashed past, and violent green dragon flames swept half of the sky.

"Hiss..."

In an instant, a sharp roar suddenly appeared, and another dragon shadow emerged from the firelight.

Long Ying couldn't see clearly his appearance, but his size was vaguely visible.

Rhaegar's eyes widened for a moment, and he turned around and hugged Rhaenyra, retreating and looking at the night sky.

God is good.

Tonight the moon is bright and bright, dotted with stars.

Through the moonlight and starlight, some characteristics of the dragon shadow can be vaguely seen.

This dragon has a well-proportioned body, with silver-black scales all over its body, gray wing membranes like haze, and its head is particularly huge.

"Rhaega, what's going on?"

Rhaenyra curled up in his arms, bewildered with questions.

Rega looked solemnly and said, "It's the wild dragon here."

The unique silver-black scales make him instantly recognizable as the wild dragon seen in the sea of ​​smoke.

This wild dragon really followed the traces of the fleet and the glutton and found Dragonstone.

A thought in his heart urged the glutton to hunt with all his might.

The wild dragon has already begun to run away. If he rides on the dragon's back, he will definitely never be able to catch up.

The glutton is alone, but he can let go.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared repeatedly, flapped its dark wings and flew through the clouds, chasing the fleeing wild dragon.

The wild dragon is extremely fast, disappearing into the thin clouds and mist, and flying hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

While you were chasing me, the two dragons rushed out of Dragonstone Island and soared towards the throat.

"Hiss..."

The last time Rhaegar looked at it, the wild dragon suddenly twisted its huge dragon head and sprayed out a smoke-like gray dragon flame at high speed.

The dragon flames were as fast as falling stars.

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious color, his huge body flipped nimbly, and the jet-black wing film on one side flapped the dragon flames.

boom--

The gray dragon flames were immediately dispersed, turning into little sparks and scattering. Once contaminated with gravel and sea water, the tarsal bones would burn like maggots.

It lasted for a while and then gradually extinguished.

In the blink of an eye, the two dragons disappeared into the night one after the other.

Rhaegar was startled and exclaimed: "This is the dragon species of ancient Valyria!"

The texture of the wild dragon's dragon flame is very similar to that of the glutton's green dragon flame.

The appearance characteristics are also different from the dragons in the family. The dragon's head is particularly large, and its fangs are thick and fierce.

It has a unique flavor of Colakho's slender body.

…

Throat, sharp angle.

The wild dragon fled wildly, its vertical pupils like black gems flashed with anxiety, and it plunged under the clouds and swooped down to the sea.

"Hiss-"

A dragon's roar as dull as a bell came from behind, and the behemoth, which was more than twice the size, pursued hard.

The glutton swooped down, slicing through the waves with ease, its vertical green eyes fixed on its prey.

The desire to hunt filled his mind, and the blood all over his body was as hot as lava.

The ferocious dragon's kiss opened, strands of green dragon flames overflowed, and pools of dragon saliva hung from its fangs.

The opportunity to openly hunt a dragon, the glutton who has been coveting blood for a long time will never allow it to fail.

"Hiss..."

The rotten smell of cannibalism entered the nostrils, and the wild dragon screamed sharply, turned its wings around the dragon's body, and sprayed out a mouthful of gray dragon flames.

boom--

The green dragon flame spurted out like a pour, swallowing up the gray dragon flame and exploding into a green smoke cloud in the night sky.

The glutton plunged headlong into the dragon flames, his dark scales glowing with a strange black light, and his green vertical pupils revealed a touch of bloodthirsty madness.

"Hiss-"

The ferocious dragon head kept approaching, the dark dragon as huge as a mountain came forward, and the abyss opened its mouth to bite the prey suddenly.

"Hiss!!..."

A ball of hot dragon blood bloomed, the wail of the wild dragon resounded throughout the land, and its figure was shrouded by the terrifying beast.