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

It was getting late, and two dragons flew from the Isle of Thousand Faces into Harrenhal under the moonlight.

The gates of Harrenhal were wide open, and carriages carrying goods and boxes were pulled into the castle one after another.

Rhaegar glanced down and saw a long queue of vehicles pulling out, each vehicle fully loaded.

The glutton landed, and Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and caught the exhausted Rhaenyra.

Helping him back to the Burning King's Tower, Rhaegar asked strangely: "Old Tully gave so many gifts?"

He understood Old Tully's character and was somewhat stingy.

You shouldn't give up so many possessions.

"Humph, of course old Tully is not so generous."

Rhaenyra snorted coldly and said with a hint of jealousy: "It's a gift from your Highgarden rose. It's a hundred cars worth."

"Margaery? Why are you sending so many things so neatly?" Rhaegar automatically filtered out the harsh words and frowned slightly.

He had no plans to go to Highgarden now, let alone have any thoughts of having a romantic affair.

The other party has sent so much money, it will be very hot to receive it.

Rhaenyra lay on Rhaegar's shoulder glumly, muttering: "Why else? I'm just greedy for your body."

How many years.

There are countless noble ladies who covet Rhaegar's body, and she has long been indifferent to them.

"Forget it, don't forget to give gifts in return, so as not to say we are stingy."

Rhaegar shook his head and carried Rhaenyra, who was sore all over her body, into the tower.

…

Time flies, half a month later.

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

"Blizzard, how about you let me touch you?"

"Blizzard, try this, it's better than mutton..."

"..."

In the spacious Dragon Cave Hall, the boy's voice echoed over and over again.

Emond, who was in green clothes and had silver hair, forced out a flattering smile and stared nervously at a few meters in front of him.

"Hiss..."

A young dragon with bright silver scales was prostrate on the ground. Its golden vertical pupils stared indifferently at the boy who kept talking nonsense. The small claws of its wings and forelimbs touched the stone floor.

After three years of growth, Blizzard has reached the size of a horse.

It is a newborn baby dragon that has been kept in the dragon's lair.

As Aemond is the only Targaryen without a dragon, Blizzard naturally becomes his target.

Often come into contact with this young dragon with bright silver scales.

"Blizzard, I'll drive a goat to you."

Seeing that Blizzard ignored him, Aemond encouraged himself and ordered the Dragon Guard to bring a goat.

"What..."

The goat twisted its plump buttocks and had a hemp rope tied around its neck.

Emond took the hemp rope, drove the goat towards Blizzard, and said tentatively: "Blizzard, dragon flame!"

He spoke High Valyrian, trying to get Blizzard to do his bidding.

"Hiss..."

Blizzard remained indifferent and crawled toward the crypt, coldly pointing his tail at each person and the sheep.

People choose dragons, and dragons choose people.

Obviously, Imond is not a master recognized by Blizzard.

"Blizzard, Dragon Flame!!"

After several failed attempts, Aemond held his breath and shouted regardless.

Aegon, Helena, and Daeron all have their own dragons.

He was not taken seriously to begin with, but recently his father and mother looked at him with growing disappointment.

Aemond's proud heart could not bear this deviation.

Blizzard was still lying on the floor, swinging the dragon's tail in front of him, resting it under his slender neck, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

"Blizzard, get up! Follow my orders!"

Aemond was so anxious that he pushed the goat closer to the young dragon, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten.

Finally, his yelling angered the beleaguered young dragon.

"Hiss!!"

Blizzard opened his cold vertical pupils, quickly turned his body around, opened his dragon's kiss and spat out a mouthful of silver-gray surging dragon flames.

"No no no!"

Aemond was shocked, and his survival instinct made him turn around and fall to the ground.

Zila...

The goat facing the dragon flames was quickly roasted and turned into a pitch-black carcass.

Aemond huddled on the ground, avoiding the frontal impact of the dragon flames, but his green cloak was ignited by the splashing sparks.

"Ah! It's so hot! It's so hot!"

The dragon flames stopped, and Aemond jumped up, unbuttoning his cloak as he ran.

"Prince, let me help you."

The dragon guard on the side was almost frightened and rushed forward to help.

Blizzard has a withdrawn personality and is usually relatively gentle, but he didn't expect to spray dragon flames when he said it.

After a flurry of pursuit, Aemond tore off the burning cloak, threw it under his feet, and stomped on it violently.

"Go and send Blizzard back to the Dragon Pit. It's no longer suitable to be tamed."

The old dragon man took the opportunity to speak and reminded the young dragon man to take Blizzard away.

Dragons are proud creatures. If they don't recognize a person, they don't recognize them.

When it sprays dragon flames at someone, it proves that it is almost impossible to tame it.

Aemond was still getting angry with his cloak, stamping on it and cursing: "Damn it, damn it..."

He just wants to tame a dragon like his other brothers and sisters, why is it so difficult!

"Damn it, I'm going to make it!"

The cloak was trampled to pieces, and Aemond was panting, with indescribable embarrassment in his eyes.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a dragon roar as muffled as a bell resounded through King's Landing, heading towards the dragon's lair.

The dragon guards acted quickly and quickly opened the dragon cave door.

call--

A giant dragon as black as coal fell from the sky, its sharp feet suddenly landed on the ground, and scorching sparks burst out.

Aemond quickly turned his head and stared at the behemoth with panic in his eyes.

Immediately, the panic faded away and turned into deep envy.

"Roar……"

The giant black dragon roared low, bent its towering back, folded its wings and touched the ground, and crawled into the dragon's lair.

In his ferocious green vertical pupils, the look of disgust was palpable.

Its size is too large, and a closed building like the Dragon's Den is not suitable for activities.

The dragon's nest on Qianmian Island is very good. Not only does it have a cave to stay in, but there are also crypts extending in all directions under the island. The environment is no worse than that on Dragonstone Island.

Face to face with the black dragon, Aemond ran away quickly.

That's the glutton who burned down the Three Women's Kingdom. He can't be offended.

Aemond ran to the side of the dragon's lair and hid beside the dragon guard, looking at the silver-haired figure on the dragon's back.

His eyes sparkled, he put his hands to his mouth and shouted: "Brother!"

Rhaegar was so condescending that he had already discovered this kid.

After the glutton climbed to the edge of the dragon's lair and lay down, he slid off the dragon's back and walked towards his stupid brother.

Emond also rushed to greet him with a bright smile: "Brother, why are you back suddenly?"

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

Rhaegar teased, took off his cloak and threw it to the other party.

Emond obediently took the cloak and hugged it, followed his footsteps, and quickly explained: "No, I miss you very much."

"Haha, I think you miss dragons."

Rhaegar keenly noticed the burned and trampled cloak, and guessed that this boy had failed to train the dragon.

"Hey, I can't hide anything from you."

Aemond scratched his head in embarrassment and pleaded with his eyes: "Brother, Blizzard doesn't like me, can you take me to Dragonstone Island for a walk?"

This was his little calculation.

There are three ownerless dragons on Dragonstone, one of which is as powerful as the Glutton and Vhagar's Bronze Fury, Vormithor.

Compared to Blizzard, a young dragon that could not be ridden, Aemond wanted a true giant dragon.

This slaps everyone in the face and proves his ability.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said calmly: "It's okay to take you to Dragonstone Island in time, but there's no guarantee that you can successfully train the dragon."

Because of how to train the dragon, Aemond was often ridiculed by Aegon and received many looks.

The three dragons on Dragonstone are all adult dragons, and their taming probability is lower than that of young dragons.

"It doesn't matter, I won't give up as long as I have the chance." Emond said excitedly.

He is 10 years old and can see many things clearly.

Although Aegon was the brother of the same mother, he took him to a brothel for enlightenment.

But the other party is so unreliable that you can't count on him at all.

If you want to hold your thigh, you have to find your eldest brother Rhaegar.

…

Red Fort, banquet hall.

Viserys was collecting the wine needed for the dinner, and commanding the servants to decorate with a smile on his face.

Tread...

There was a rapid stamping sound of high heels, with a menacing attitude.

Viserys' smile froze as the voice reached his ears.

Turning around, he saw Allison striding down the stairs in a green skirt, her curly hair trembling slightly with her steps.

It could be seen from her gloomy face that she was in a very bad mood.

"Allison, you should stay with Aegon." Viserys took the initiative.

Allison's eyes were full of sadness and anger, and he said excitedly: "You are the one who should accompany Aegon, and you are his father."

Viserys held his forehead: "Aegon is a man, not as fragile as you think."

"What do you mean not so vulnerable!?"

Allison screamed angrily, looking like he was dancing, and said angrily: "It's all the fault of your good brother. He attacked Rhaegar before, and now he injured Aegon. You just indulge him like this?"

At this time, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked into the hall hand in hand, followed by a string of little tails.

Helena, Eamond, Darren.

Aegon didn't come, but I heard he was beaten and was lying in bed recovering from his injuries.

Viserys glanced at the children who arrived, and helplessly comforted his wife: "Daemon has changed. He is the governor of the Narrow Sea and is responsible for the Stepstone Islands."

"His responsibility is to hurt Aegon and his brother's child!!" Allison insisted on arguing for an explanation.

A few days ago, Aegon was sent back to King's Landing by ship.

When he returned to the Red Keep, his nose and face were bruised and he had various bruises on his body.

After asking the accompanying guards, I found out that he was beaten by his good uncle Damon on Bloodstone Island.

The reason is that Daemon mobilized the garrison on Bloodstone Island to attack the harassing pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.

Aegon delayed the attack, causing the pirates to flee.

In a rage, Daemon beat Aegon severely in front of everyone and hung him up in public.

Allison's bottom line is a few kids.

Dimon's move is simply teasing Allison's fragile nerves.

Thinking of Aegon's physical and mental humiliation, Allison couldn't help himself and must make Damon pay the price.

Viserys sighed helplessly, having a splitting headache.

Daemon sent him a letter explaining that what Aegon had done in the past year was indeed contrary to the original intention of protecting the Stepstone Islands.

In his mind, he had reconciled with his brother.

Aegon made a mistake, and as his uncle, Damon taught him a lesson, so there was nothing wrong with him.