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

Chapter 463: Sea King Sacrifices, Baby Dragon Hits Shell

Hearing the cry of the newborn, all the servants in the Red Castle breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what you are busy with, put your hands together and give your sincere blessings.

Princess Rainier is known as the "Light of the Kingdom" and has been loved by the people since childhood.

Rhaegar cleaned the streets of King's Landing, recruited the proletariat to reclaim wasteland, and took in orphans so that they wouldn't have to wander...

The achievements of the brother and sister were so remarkable that all the people who benefited from them praised them.

The birth of a newborn baby represents the continuation of a great bloodline and deserves the favor of both the new and old gods.

Princess bedroom, on the bed.

Rainier's face was pale, her whole body was exhausted and weak, and her eyes were confused and helpless.

She seems to be a mother.

Thinking of this, Rainier seemed to forget the pain and looked sideways for the two little bastards she had given birth to.

She had to take a closer look.

Rhaegar had told her bedtime stories before, about a bad guy who would swap the king's child for his own child for her to raise.

She didn't want to raise other people's children while her own children suffered from hunger and cold.

"Hmph~"

Rhaenyra whimpered twice and tried to look at the maids gathered around her.

"Don't be afraid, the baby is already born."

Lannar wiped the sweat from her forehead and comforted her in a gentle and careful voice.

She understands the psychology of pregnant women and knows that they will feel anxious.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand her friend's unique thinking and was always worried about whether the child would be swapped by someone else.

Click! Click!
Orville picked up the sharp scissors and cut twice, then used both hands for a while.

Rainier was so frightened that her voice was hoarse, so she pushed her friend to go check.

"Don't worry, it's necessary work."

Lanar said with a smile.

Orville cut the umbilical cords of the two newborns, tied them in knots and placed them on their bellies.

The midwife brought two basins of warm water and gently rinsed the newborn.

After washing it, he held it in his arms and examined it over and over again.

Rhaenyra was in agony, waiting to embrace her child.

I heard the midwife keep muttering:

"The arms are normal, the legs are normal..."

After a lot of trouble, less than two minutes later, he excitedly held it over to the long-awaited Rainier.

Smiling, "Praise the Virgin Mary, they are two lively children."

"grateful."

Rainier burst into laughter, and the heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground. She couldn't wait to reach out to catch it.

With a child in each hand, they make a perfect pair.

Rhaenyra smiled foolishly, first glanced at the swaddling clothes, then looked at her friend sheepishly, and said, "It's a very healthy child, right?"

"Of course!" Lannar was pleased and lifted up the silver hair on her friend's forehead.

"Let me take a good look."

Rainier couldn't stop laughing. She turned over the two swaddling clothes and saw two fair and clean little faces.

"Wow~~"

The newborn in the left hand has not opened its eyes yet. It twists and turns in its swaddling clothes, grabbing things randomly with its chubby little hands.

The newborn in the right hand was dazed, with its two short legs exposed and dangling back and forth.

“Why are they so white?”

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of surprise, and she rubbed her chin against the silver-gold hair on the heads of the two newborns.

His eyes were still invisible and his hair was silver-gold.

It's definitely her child!
The midwife was a plump lady who said delightedly, "This is also the first time I've seen babies that are so white right after they're born. They are so cute."

When a normal baby is born, his skin is wrinkled and red.

Rainiera's two children are surprisingly clean and tender.

"Boom! Boom!"

Rainier looked left and right, as if she couldn't see enough, and she kissed each of the two children's faces.

The two newborns did not cry or make a fuss. They allowed their mother to kiss them gently and snuggle in her arms to feel the warmth.

Lanar looked at him with envy and whispered, "Rhaenyra, you really gave birth to two good children."

Rhaenyra's lips curled up, she sniffed the milky scent of the newborns, and said with satisfaction, "When Rhaegar comes back and sees them, he will be so happy that he will go crazy."

"Hiss..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud dragon roar was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled "bang" sound came from the balcony, mixed with a burning smell.

"Rhaegar!?"

Rhaenyra quickly turned around, wanting to see the person she was thinking about.

What comes into view is an orange-yellow dragon head, staring at you through the window with a pair of cute vertical pupils.

Lanar was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It seems that someone is more responsible than a dragon."

Just outside the window.

Syrax was lying on the glass window, peeked inside stealthily, with his wings raised high to block out the sunlight, his hind legs stepping on the balcony floor, his whole dragon tightly maintaining a half-hanging posture.

It looks like a yellow gecko climbing a wall.

"Hiss..."

When the vertical pupil discovered the figure of the driver, Syrax's eyes lit up and he let out an excited neigh.

It lives in the back garden of the Shenmu Forest.

Sensing the driver's emotional fluctuations when giving birth, he rushed to the rescue.

It seems that it is too late and there is no need to use it.

Rhaenyra looked at the dragon outside the window, feeling both angry and amused, "Good girl, I am a mother too, go to bed now."

Although it was not Rhaegar, the appearance of Syrax still gave her enough warmth.

As expected, he is the dragon that has been with me since childhood.

"Hiss..."

There was a clear flash of stupidity in Syrax's vertical pupils, as if he understood that the driver was laying eggs, and he flapped his wings and flew back to the back garden.

Lanar hugged her friend and whispered, "Lord Lionel has sent a letter to recall Rhaegar. You will see him soon."

"Ah."

Rhaenyra nodded and leaned into her friend's arms, closing her eyes tiredly.

……

At this time, Rhaegar was on his way back.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton flew at full speed, rushed to the Mande River in one breath, and still kept moving forward.

Rhaegar's eyes were determined as he lay on the dragon's back to reduce wind resistance.

He guessed that Rhaenyra was giving birth, so he rushed back day and night.

……

late at night.

Beyond the Narrow Sea, Braavos.

In a remote port, a small team of people carried special wooden barrels into a deep underground corridor.

The wooden barrel was pulled by a wooden cart, and the bottom was covered with a layer of soft fine sand.

If you sniff it closely, you can smell a strong, pungent odor.

It turned out to be barrels of rare wildfire.

Not long after, a carriage slowly drove over and a tall figure with silver curly hair stepped down.

As soon as the figure landed, he kept cursing: "Damn the Iron Bank management, if they don't approve enough money for me, how can I compete with the Iron Throne?"

The moonlight shines, revealing its true appearance.

The King of Braavos, Fereg, travels with a handsome swordsman who always stands by his side.

Feilege's eyes were bloodshot and he looked impatient: "Have you arranged for those fire wizards and blood witches?"

“Everyone is involved in the plan.”

The handsome swordsman lowered his voice.

"it is good!"

Fei Leige was overjoyed and had a strong emotional reaction. He said as he walked, "Success or failure depends on this one night!"

The dragon egg hatching project, which has been planned for half a year, is finally coming to a successful conclusion.

Ferrego walked into the underground palace, followed closely by the handsome swordsman.

After a long time, the gate of the underground palace was closed and locked together with the guards who were carrying the wildfire.

When hatching baby dragons, intelligence cannot be lost.

Feileg thought so and kept the matter a secret, not even telling his wife and concubines a single word.

Just like that, a long-planned sacrifice began.

Time passes bit by bit.

Outside the harbor, a carriage drove over a purple bridge.

The car was parked at one end of the bridge, far away from the port.

Suddenly, a corner of the car curtain was lifted, revealing a young and handsome face.

Purple curly hair, yellow and green pupils, and a shrewd look in his eyes.

"What on earth is this guy Fei Lei planning in secret?"

The young man with heterochromatic eyes stroked his chin and looked at the hidden gate of the underground palace from afar.

From the outside it looks like a dilapidated stone wall, and you can't find out what's inside without knowing it.

His name is Spandam, and he represents one of the many families behind the Iron Bank.

Since Fereg ran for the Sea King of Braavos, he has made very few contributions. Instead, he participated in the war and destroyed most of the Purple Sail Fleet.

The families behind the Iron Bank were dissatisfied and disgusted with this incompetent Sea King who could not bring money and trade.

"Wait and see."

Spandam leaned against the carriage, waiting for Ferrego to show his hand.

At midnight, everything is silent.

Braavos fell into darkness, with only a few areas lit up, dividing the nightlife of the rich and the common people.

As peaceful as usual.

boom! !

Suddenly, an accident happened and the explosion was heard over a radius of dozens of miles.

The gate of the underground palace and the dilapidated walls trembled, and cracks appeared in the granite material.

next moment.

boom--

The two walls flew back with a loud bang, and a huge and raging green wildfire burst out, rushing straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

boom! boom! boom!
The explosions didn't stop there, the entire port was shaking and the ground was collapsing.

Spandam was drowsy while waiting in the carriage and was suddenly awakened by the explosion.

"What happened..."

As soon as I lifted the car curtain and looked out, a hot torrent of foul-smelling air hit me in the face.

Boom!

The horses screamed with exhaustion, and the heat wave overturned the carriage and horses together, almost falling off the bridge.

Spandam felt a flash before his eyes, his face became hot, and he immediately lost consciousness.

boom--

The underground palace collapsed completely, wildfires continued to break out, and the explosion destroyed everything.

In the dark night of Braavos, a particularly bright green bonfire was lit.

Burn, devour.

……

The next day, it was bright and clear.

The fire engulfed everything and the port was in ruins.

Looking around, all I saw were broken bodies, tattered and charred corpses.

The entire population of Braavos stayed up all night, all huddled in their homes, fearing that it was the rumored attack by Deathwing.

Deep in the underground palace.

In other words, in a pile of ruins covered with rubble.

A pitch-black dragon skeleton was crawling in the dust. Even though it was missing a skull, its overall length was still not to be underestimated.

Near the skeleton, charred corpses were lying all over the place.

These are the talented people invited by Frego to hatch dragon eggs.

Frego misunderstood the alchemist's words and adopted the strategy of using wildfire to heat and hatch dragon eggs.

Obviously, it failed.

And he sacrificed his own life.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard.

Beneath the skeleton, three oval dragon eggs were buried in the ashes.

As if being pulled, the three pitch-black dragon eggs, whose original color could not be seen, began to shake gradually, and their shells began to crack one after another.

Click!

A dragon egg in the middle broke, revealing a small black dragon head.

The dragon's head was the size of a fist, with a charred eggshell on top, looking around.

Click! Click!
There were two more cracking sounds, and two dragon eggs on the left and right cracked open, and two small creatures the size of house cats crawled out.

A bird with red scales all over its body and slightly grayish wing membranes, trying to spread its wings.

A head covered in blue scales with deep stripes, and the dorsal scales and wing membranes are light red.

"Hiss..."

A faint hissing sound came from the black dragonfly stuck in the eggshell.

The black dragon cub was the first to hiss, opened its dragon mouth and bit the eggshell, revealing its entire body.

The whole body is covered with black scales, the dorsal scales and wing membranes are red, the dragon head has small horns, and the amber vertical pupils are lively and smart.

"Oh oh oh~~"

A vigorous rooster crowed and the morning sun gradually rose.

"Hiss!"

The black dragon seemed frightened and flapped its wings hurriedly, trying to get out of the narrow and cramped ruins.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

Two young dragons, one red and one blue, followed suit and flew out, hissing.

The baby dragon had just hatched, and even flying was difficult for it, let alone breathing dragon flames.

However, the three young dragons flew up shakily and actually managed to maintain their balance.

"Hiss!"

The black dragonfly instinctively felt repelled by the ruins where it was born. It sniffed around and chose to fly in the direction of the sea.

The other two young dragons hesitated for a moment, hissed at each other in dissatisfaction, and each chose a direction to fly.

If anyone were here, they would have noticed the direction chosen by the three young dragons.

The red young dragon is unruly by nature. It chooses the east where the sun rises and flies along an uninhabited ditch.

The blue dragon was timid by nature. He took a fancy to a piece of farmland, entered it and flew towards the south.

The black young dragon simply resisted the island beneath it and hated the crowing of the big rooster, so it chose to flee in the direction opposite to the sun.

On the other side of the narrow sea is Westeros, known as the Western Continent.

(End of this chapter)