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

The green dragon flames swept across the battlefield, drawing scorching ravines and igniting green sparks.

In Harrenhal, the green wildfire burned endlessly and was raging.

For a moment, the dragon flames outside the city echoed with the wildfire inside the city.

It was like falling into a purgatory of green flames.

The difference is that while wildfires are still alive, dragon flames are endless.

The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious look, and he would never show mercy to the little bugs escaping below.

Rhaegar held the sword in one hand and looked at the noisy Harrenhal.

I thought to myself: "It's actually a wildfire!"

Thanks to the crammed education he received at an early age, he was tortured by the maesters of the city.

Know clearly what wildfire is and what kind of power it has.

It is a rare alchemical product said to contain a hint of magic.

Given the horrific destructive power of wildfires.

As well as being extremely unstable and dangerous, research and development has long been banned by the school city in Old Town.

Watching the wildfires of Harrenhal.

Even from a great distance, you can still feel the high temperature and pungent smell.

"After today, Harrenhal is afraid that there will be a lot of construction work."

Rhaegar withdrew his gaze and sighed for Lord Leonor in his heart.

Wildfires can burn on wood, stone, and steel, and cannot be extinguished by pouring water.

After the Conqueror's War, Harrenhal was already devastated and extensively destroyed.

After this wildfire passes, the facilities built by the Strong family over decades may not be preserved.

It will cost a lot to repair.

…

Inside the Burning King Tower.

Soon after Yali Hewen left, the temperature in the lord's bedroom became higher and higher.

Glover lay beside the window, anxiously looking at the chaos below.

He cursed in his heart: "A bunch of useless descendants, yet they still don't lead the army to rescue him."

After that night's attack on the camp, he escaped into Harrenhal under the protection of his guards.

House Bracken besieged Harrenhal and instigated a mob to attack the city.

The Blackwoods were more sensible and did not participate in the night raids and sieges.

But it's even more hateful.

Lord Blackwood garrisoned outside Riverrun, blocking the way for the Tully army to support Harrenhal.

Sitting back and watching the evil deeds of the Bracken family, hoping to make a profit.

There were two thousand men left at Riverrun.

Together with the summoned vassals, an army of five thousand people can probably be formed.

As long as one of his two incompetent sons stood up and raised his voice, he could drive back the Blackwood family's army.

In a few days and nights, they could come to rescue their old father who was trapped in the city.

Of course, if they have the ability and courage.

Nor will he be an ineffective son.

boom--

He punched the wall hard, Glover was extremely worried.

"Ahem..."

A coughing sound brought him out of his panic.

Glover perked up and looked back at the solid wood bed.

On the bed.

Leonor's chest was heaving violently, his eyes were wide open, and he was holding his neck and coughing.

"Lord Leonor!"

Glover was so excited that he quickly turned him sideways and patted his back to calm him down.

Leonor's face turned red from holding it back, and he finally spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and took a deep breath.

"What time is it now?"

Leonor gasped for breath and asked with blank eyes.

He vaguely remembered that the camp was attacked and he fell off his horse.

Then he returned to Harrenhal and was treated by the maester.

He was in a coma for several days, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

Glover looked sad and said, "We are trapped, and the Bracken family doesn't want to let us go."

"Has the kingdom's support arrived?"

Leonor cleared his thoughts and immediately thought of reinforcements from King's Landing.

With Viserys's character, no matter how weak he was, he would not tolerate open rebellion by his vassals.

"support……"

Glover looked bitter and didn't know what to say.

The raven was sent out.

However, the kingdom has been at war in recent times, and the riverlands, valleys, and kings have mobilized as many troops as they can muster.

If you want to summon a large army to quell the rebellion at short notice, it cannot be done in just a few days.

Looking at his expression, Leonor understood something in his heart, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

He also felt hot.

"Hiss-"

The loud roar of the dragon resounded across the northern shore of God's Eye Lake and spread throughout Harrenhal.

Leonor's eyes lit up when he heard the sound, and his voice was rough: "It's the cry of a dragon."

The Targaryen rule of Westeros has never relied on the army.

Rather, they are giant dragons that dominate the sky.

"Help me up, there's a fire inside the castle, I have to organize help."

Leonor held the bed with his left hand and struggled to get up.

Glover reached out to help him, but did not refuse his request.

The dragon is coming.

The big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

…

The time came to noon.

"Hiss..."

The gluttons circled Harrenhal, leaving scorched earth in their wake.

Harrenhal's front gate.

There were piles of charred corpses, occasionally mixed with the howls of the undead.

Rhaegar stood on the battlement, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and covering his eyes with his hair.

After a ruthless bombardment of dragon flames, the rebel army collapsed and fled in panic.

Hundreds of House Bracken's soldiers died.

More than a thousand people were killed or injured by the rioters, and the rest fled in confusion.

There are too many people for the glutton to slaughter them all.

Rhaegar was more focused on the safety of Harrenhal than on slaughtering a shabby mob.

"Prince, the wildfire is still going out, we have to move out of the city."

Harwin ran up the battlements in disgrace, his face so gloomy that it could drip.

Sand is the only thing that weakens wildfires.

The soldiers tried their best to barely prevent the fire from spreading.

The fire in the godswood was difficult to extinguish.

The godswood usually refers to a small forest within the castle walls throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

For those who inherit the traditions of their ancestors and believe in the old gods, it is a place of prayer and worship.

There will be a weirwood in the forest that has been planted for generations.

Plant other trees and flowers around it.

Harrenhal has twenty acres of sacred wood.

In addition to a weirwood tree with a terrifying human face, there are also a large number of pine trees and sentinel trees.

Wildfire plunged into the godswood and quickly spread throughout the forest, threatening the five towers.

Hearing this, Rhaegar nodded and asked, "How is Lord Leonor? I heard he was injured."

Leonor Strong is a dedicated Hand of the King.

Rhaegar had respect for him.

A flash of joy flashed in Harwin's eyes, and he sighed: "My father has just woken up, and I ordered him and Duke Glover to be sent out of the city."

"That's good." Rega was relieved.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, two tit-for-tat dragon roars rang out and reached the sky above Harrenhal.

Rhaegar and Harwin raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

On the blue sky.

A giant dragon with a well-proportioned body and light blue scales stirred up the clouds and flew across the vast Divine Eye Lake.

at the same time.

A slightly smaller dragon with golden scales glided at low altitude and gradually rose into the sky close to the lake.

On the backs of the two dragons sat two Targaryen women, one large and one small.

Rhaegar had excellent eyesight and saw the faces on the backs of the two dragons clearly, and said in surprise: "Rhaenyra, Helena?"

The light blue dragon is Dreamfire, and the golden dragon is Syrax.

at this time.

Menghuo relied on her size advantage to fly across the God's Eye Lake faster, flapping her wings and arriving at Harrenhal.

"elder brother!"

Helena wore a bun and a plain white skirt, shouting crisply.

The little girl sat on Menghuo's newly installed saddle and danced with joy.

"Helena, why are you here?"

Rhaegar held onto the raised parapet and looked at his sister above.

"Hiss..."

Syrax flew after him, his wings flapping in the strong wind, and his feet stamped on the city wall.

The dragon's body shook. Rhaenyra on the saddle clenched the handle and said calmly: "She insists on following. She can run faster than me."

She planned to come to Rhaegar alone.

I ran into Helena chatting with Menghuo in the Dragon's Lair, and got entangled with her.

I heard whether to go to Harrenhal or to find Rhaegar.

Helena's eyes sparkled, and she flew out of King's Landing privately on Dreamfire.

Conversation room.

Menghuo neighed and landed on the city wall, lowering its neck for the driver to step down.

Helena untied the chain around her waist and slid down Meng Huo's smooth back without climbing up or down the ladder.

"Brother, why didn't you call me when you came to Harrenhal?"

Helena ran very fast with her short legs and plunged into Rhaegar's arms.

"Princess."

Harwin whispered a greeting.

"Yeah, Jazz."

Helena nodded her head and looked at Rhaegar with watery eyes.

Rega helplessly held up his forehead and said angrily: "I'm here to suppress the rebellion, can't I see the tragic situation below?"

Helena didn't pay attention at all, her big eyes showed confusion.

She flew here on a dream fire.

She went wherever the dream fire flew, not paying attention to anything else.

"Rhaegar, how is Harrenhal?"

Rhaenyra climbed off the dragon's back, frowning and looking at the godswood, where the fire was still burning.

Just look at the color of the flame.

I thought it was the dragon flames spewed out by the glutton.

Rhaegar rubbed Helena's head and sighed: "Forget it, the Bracken family found wildfire somewhere and almost lost the city gate."

The Strong family suffered too serious losses this time.

Rhaenyra looked around. There was scorched earth everywhere outside the city, looking like a human tragedy.

"I should come with you."

Rhaenyra whispered.

"If you had come earlier, the three dragons would probably burn most of the rebellion to death."

Rega smiled and reminded: "Go and see Lord Leonor first. We will spend the night outside the city tonight."

"good."

Rhaenyra and Helena responded simultaneously.

…

At night.

The north shore of Divine Eye Lake.

A large camp was set up, and bonfires lit up the night sky.

Soldiers patrolled the castle and camp, and servants were forced out, sorting through the salvaged supplies.

The largest one must be inside the camp.

Leonor was lying on a simple wooden bed with new bandages on his body.

Rhaegar, his three siblings, Harwin, and Glover sat around the table.

"Prince, thank you for arriving in time, otherwise it would be over."

Glover held a glass of red wine and toasted in an airy manner.

Rhaegar knocked on the table in response and said, "Sir, the raven that sent the message to your family has been flying for a few days. It's time for news."

Although I don't expect the two incompetent Tullys in Riverrun, I can at least give some news.

We cannot remain indifferent to the fact that our old father is trapped.

Glover's expression froze and he waved his hand unhappily.

The two extremely stupid sons probably wished he would die early and take control of Riverrun.

Leonor spoke at the right time and said weakly: "Prince, if you escape from the Stepstone Islands, the Riverlands can launch a counterattack."