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

Chapter 440 Conquering Wangzhong City

Rhaegar took off his black robe and laid it on the stone bench, as casually as if he were in the godswood in the Red Keep.

He looked at Morse, and Morse was looking at him.

Rhaegar looked calm, raised his eyes and looked him up and down, and asked, "Lord Morse, you are indifferent to guests. Is this the Manwoody family's way of entertaining guests?"

Morse's expression was stiff, and he was already cursing in his heart.

Bullshit indifference.

My children are all in your hands, and there’s a giant dragon watching us.

If I hadn’t missed breakfast this morning, I would have almost shit myself.

Wow…

A group of soldiers hurried over and surrounded the garden with bows and crossbows.

A quick glance showed about fifty people.

Morse regained some confidence and shouted, "What on earth are you going to do? Dornishmen never threaten children!"

The soldiers looked tense and loaded their crossbows with arrows.

"Roar……"

Without waiting for the next move, a rough growl echoed.

The glutton stretched out his neck, and moved his dragon head near the willow tree, scanning them one by one with his green eyes coldly.

A group of little bugs, vulnerable.

Morse was looked at and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Greedy, you're scaring them."

Rhaegar glanced back, pretending to teach a lesson.

The Glutton snorted hard, and its dragon tail swept across the large flower bed, with petals falling and fluttering all over the sky.

Rhaegar smiled, put the little girl down from his lap, and said, "Little Lysa, go play over there."

Lisa stood on the ground, staring blankly at the rain of flowers in the sky, unable to lift her short legs.

Morse's heart rose to his throat as he watched this scene.

Rhaegar spread his hands and said helplessly: "First of all, I was knighted this year, and I will not easily harm the old or the young."

"Secondly, I come here in peace. You should be polite to a Targaryen."

As he said this, he patted Lisa's little butt and urged her to go find her parents.

"Father……"

Lysa's voice was sweet. She looked at her father for a while, then stared at the candy in Rhaegar's hand reluctantly.

That was for my brother, but he didn't want it.

Morse pursed his lips and wanted to call his daughter back, but was afraid that she would go back on her word.

He glanced at his son standing under the willow trees and his expression became even uglier.

Let people catch them all in one fell swoop.

Rhaegar said calmly: "Surrender. For the sake of your children, do not resist fearlessly."

"Don't even think about it!" Morse was furious when he heard that. He pointed at the other person's nose and scolded: "You think you are Visenya, but I am not a weak valley bitch!"

During the Conqueror's War, Queen Visenya arrived at the Eyrie on Vhagar and single-handedly won the allegiance of the entire Vale.

Everyone knows his outstanding achievements.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, looked directly into the other's guilty eyes, and said seriously: "The Vale is my foreign home. Your words are very vulgar. I am afraid I will lose control and kill you."

"..."

Morse immediately turned off the engine, and a last bit of stubbornness made him open his eyes and stare back.

"Alas, they all say I come here for peace."

Rhaegar shook his head, took off the True Fire from his waist to show his sincerity, and pressed the sword onto his black robe.

The black robe symbolizes war, and he wears it whenever there is a war.

Taking off the black robe and taking off the sword is enough to express the sincerity.

As he moved, the whole audience watched closely.

Dicken took a deep breath and lowered his eyes to stare at the real fire.

He was only a few steps away from the stone bench and could grab the sword with a quick move.

Rhaegar didn't even look at him, his every move exuding full confidence.

Morse's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you are the reincarnation of the Conqueror and possessed by Visenya, King's Tomb City will never surrender!"

"Don't be so arbitrary. What room do you have to resist?"

Rhaegar reached out and rubbed Lysa's little head, saying, "Martel can't take care of himself, and King's Barrow is just a discarded pawn. Why bother with the name of the Manwoody family?"

His voice was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

It's not that he can't control the dragon and burn down Wangzhong City.

It was just a temporary plan that I thought of, conquering the Manwoody family is more valuable than destroying it.

Morse didn't answer, but gave a calm look.

Then, a loud shout came: "Lesha, come back to your father!"

next moment.

Dicken, who had been silent all this time, suddenly jumped up and grabbed the real fire on the stone bench like a hungry tiger.

Kaka!

The soldiers raised their bows and crossbows and aimed them at the silver-haired boy standing under the willow trees.

Rhaegar's eyes were calm, not shaken by the outside world at all.

He didn't care even if Dicken took away the sword's true fire.

Lisa was stunned by the shouting and stood there blankly, not knowing where to look.

Rhaegar turned her shoulders to face Morse and whispered, "Go find your father, confused little one."

Lysa was at a loss and moved forward slowly.

Swah——

Dicken drew out the True Fire, the pitch-black sword glowed with star-like light, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at its original owner.

Rhaegar smiled faintly, looked at Manwoody and his son, and said calmly: "There are some things, but not much."

"Roar……"

The Glutton roared, pressed his lower jaw against the willow tree crown, and dark green dragon flame accumulated in his mouth.

Behind the thick willows, a dragon's body as big as a mountain of coal was crawling, with its back rising high, and its shadow covering half of the castle.

At this time, Rhaegar slowly stood up and the smile disappeared from his face.

He didn't take action immediately, but watched Lisa clumsily walk halfway.

Then, a whistle was blown.

It's sizzling!

The ruby ​​at the end of the True Fire Sword hilt glowed red, and the scorching flame spread from the hilt all the way to the tip of the sword.

"what!!"

Dicken screamed, his palm was almost burned through, and the real fire fell to the ground with a clang.

Rega reached for his waist with his right hand, and a black light flashed, and it was thrown in front of Morse as fast as lightning.

Crack!

The pitch-black dragon-taming whip wrapped around Morse's neck, tightening continuously and suddenly pulling back.

Morse was like a big fish that had taken the hook and was pulled back by the fisherman at the speed of light.

"Come!"

Rhaegar called out, lifting his right foot.

Morse fell in front of him, just right under his feet.

"stop!"

"Let go of the lord!"

Dicken was horrified, and the soldiers cried out in surprise.

"Hiss-"

A ferocious look flashed in the Glutton's green eyes, and he spewed out a mouthful of dragon flame, engulfing all the soldiers in the garden.

The wailing sounded and then stopped abruptly.

Then, a loud cry broke out.

"Wow wow wow..."

Three-year-old Lisa was so scared that she started crying and ran back with her short legs.

Rhaegar stepped on Morse, tightened his dragon whip, and said regretfully: "Look at what you have done."

He clearly took off his black robe and had no intention of killing anyone.

Morse was extremely terrified, but he still insisted: "I can't surrender, don't waste your energy!"

At this moment, he finally understood why the valley surrendered to Visenya.

A giant dragon flies into your back garden, and the dragon's owner is holding your child.

You try to resist, but the dragon burns all the soldiers with its flames.

The most outrageous thing is that he couldn't defeat the dragon's master.

Caught like pigs.

Rhaegar grinned.

He released the shrinking dragon whip and hung it around his waist again.

Ignoring Dicken's angry and hateful look, he picked up the real fire on the ground.

At last.

With one hand he held up his black robe, with the other he held up the crying Lisa, and looking down at Morse, he said:

"No one can help you. Think about your two children. They still have a bright future."

He is giving the other party a chance to choose.

Black robe or daughter?

Mors got up in a panic and said tremblingly, "What do you want to do? I am a noble from Dorne and have my own lord. I cannot be loyal to the Iron Throne."

"What kind of feudal lord is Ke'olun? He is just using the war to consume the strength of you nobles."

Rhaegar spoke out, offering an olive branch: "If you serve the Iron Throne, I will make you a marquis and expand the territory of House Manwoody."

He raised his hand and pinched the tip of Lysa's nose, then smiled and said, "Fight for the Iron Throne. Your son can be my squire, and your daughter can be sent to Dragonstone as the Targaryen princess's companion."

Quite generous terms.

Morse was stunned for a moment, puzzled and asked: "Are you sure? On what basis?"

He doesn't believe that good things can fall from the sky.

If the Dornishmen submit to the Iron Throne, their backbone will be broken and they will be ostracized by their arch-enemies such as the River Reach, making them unpopular both internally and externally.

Rhaegar said frankly: "My child is about to be born, and it may be a daughter."

Half truth and half falsehood are better than sincerity.

Hearing this, Morse looked at his two children, glanced at the terrifying black dragon, and his heart sank.

There is no energy left to resist.

Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Will you keep your oath?"

"of course."

"I will not bow down to the Iron Throne, but I will bow down to you."

"why?"

Rhaegar frowned.

Morse said: "When I see you, I seem to see the conqueror of a hundred years ago, calm and composed, decisive and tolerant. I just want to offer my loyalty to you."

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed.

In other words, he probably doesn't trust the Iron Throne and joins his army to obey his orders but not his instructions.

Rega smiled and said, "Take the oath."

He is the future king, and the Manwoodies are still subjects of the Iron Throne.

All of Dorne will bow down at his feet.

puff-

Morse knelt on one knee, lowered the proud head of the Manwoody family, and said solemnly: "I swear to the new and old gods to be loyal to Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, respect him, love him, and complete the mission he entrusted to me at all costs!"

The oath was sacred and unchangeable, Morse said it in one breath.

Rhaegar looked calm, grasped the hilt of the Truefire Sword, turned the scabbard toward Dickon, and said, "Hold it, this sword."

Dickon lowered his head, ignored his burned hands, and obediently grasped the scabbard.

Swah——

The true fire is unsheathed, and a cold light appears.

Rhaegar held Lysa in one hand and placed his sword on Mors' shoulder with the other. He said calmly: "I swear by the old and new gods to accept your loyalty. You will be the cool breeze of summer and the oar of the voyage."

"You will uphold honor and not be tainted by corruption."

"You will always have a place by my hearth, today and forever."

After saying that, the pitch-black sword touched Morse's shoulders one after another.

With a snap, the sword returned to the scabbard.

Morse took a deep breath, accepted the fact that he had pledged allegiance to a Targaryen, and with a hint of excitement in his fear, he stood up and saluted: "My prince, King's Grave will fight for you, please give the order."

Rhaegar glanced back and said sternly, "Open the city gates. King's Tomb City will serve as a transit station for the army."

Morse gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Prince!"

He walked straight out and ordered the soldiers to open the gate of this dangerous city.

Under the cliff.

The River Bend coalition forces had been waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)