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

Chapter 469 Gray Shadow recognized the master?

"Hiss!"

Syrax neighed continuously, playfully shuttled through the towers, and finally flew out of King's Landing through the Dragon Gate.

Rhaenyra was smiling like a flower, holding the giggling little Aemon, and the whole King's Landing was filled with the happy laughter of mother and son.

"A mother who likes to ride dragons will give birth to a child who looks exactly like her."

Rhaegar felt delighted, as if he had returned to the time when he had just tamed the Glutton.

Carefree, flying on a dragon.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton circled King's Landing for the third time, chasing Syrax along the Dragon Gate.

The two giant dragons flew away one after another, leaving behind the people of Junlin with only their hot blood that had not yet cooled down.

This scene is engraved in the hearts of many people and is still remembered even twenty years later.

……

Blackwater Riverbank.

Rhaegar opened his arms and called out, "Rhaenyra, do you want to have a flying contest?"

"Wow~"

Little Bellon's face flushed red, completely exposed to the strong wind, and he groaned in resistance.

Rhaenyra rode Syrax in front and turned back to teach him a lesson: "Why don't you ask Syrax to compete with Melias in speed!"

"Hmm." Rhaegar snorted.

The Glutton's green eyes were deep, and he flapped his dragon wings to catch up with Syrax, and the strong wind he brought made the opponent almost lose his balance.

Poor Syrax didn't dare to resist and stubbornly hung on the dragon-eating creature's tail.

The Glutton grew rapidly, surpassing the oldest Vhagar in size.

Syrax was only a young female dragon, barely crossing the threshold of adulthood, less than a third the size of Glutton.

Rhaenyra snorted coldly, swung her hand and slapped little Aemon's butt, which startled the giggling baby, and a vague look of grievance appeared in her big eyes.

Rhaenyra pinched the little fellow's cheek and said unreasonably, "Although you are still young, you must understand the principle that a son must pay for his father's debts."

Little Emon pouted his lips, hot tears gathering rapidly, as if he was about to cry out loud in the next second.

Ahead, above the river bank.

Rhaegar had no idea about this and even opened the swaddling clothes of little Baelon, allowing the baby to fully enjoy the breeze caressing his face.

After blowing for a while, little Belron shook his head vigorously and buried his head in his father's arms.

He is not a stupid brother, he has plenty of strength.

"What an interesting little thing."

Rhaegar smiled heartlessly.

Targaryen is not afraid of cold, and his two children inherited his physique, so they must be in very good health.

Before they knew it, the two giant dragons were heading south along the Blackwater River.

The destination of this trip is Old Town.

The brother and sister rode their dragon along the Blackwater River for a while, then flew to the Mander River bordering the Riverland, and followed the river all the way to Highgarden.

Considering the long journey, we need to stay in Highgarden for one night and arrive at Oldtown the next day.

Rhaegar looked down and saw the Blackwater River flowing rapidly, the splashing water on the river surface sparkling in the sun.

Suddenly, a light gray dragon shadow emerged from the clouds.

"Hiss..."

A melodious roar sounded, attracting the attention of the two men and two dragons.

When Rhaegar turned around, he saw a light gray dragon flying towards him, looking like a white ghost against the backdrop of white clouds.

"Gray Shadow?"

Rhaegar looked closely and was very surprised.

This shy wild dragon had returned to Dragonstone Island since the battle to capture the Three Women's Kingdom, and had been hiding there for several months.

"Rhaegar, it's coming for you."

Rhaenyra let out a "huh" and stuffed little Aemon's mouth with her white fingers.

The little guy had tears in his eyes and was sucking his fingers for comfort.

"Then five dragons will gather in Old Town."

Rhaegar smiled.

"Hiss..."

During the conversation, a gray shadow emerged from the high clouds, and its bright vertical pupils locked onto Rega, cautiously closing the distance.

Once the dragon-eating species shows the desire to attack, it will immediately run away.

"Roar!"

The Glutton glanced at it, remembering the submissive little wild dragon, and continued to fly normally.

Gray Shadow saw this and saw the pole climbing up quickly.

Soon, it flew to the glutton and followed with the smell of ash that made the dragon's gallbladder shiver.

At first glance, it looks like a piece of gray paper stuck on a blackboard.

Rhaegar adjusted the swaddling clothes on his chest and tried to communicate with Gray Shadow: "Good man, are you from Harrenhal?"

Ever since the establishment of the Dragon's Nest in Shenyan Lake, Gray Shadow has become a frequent visitor.

"Hiss..."

Unexpectedly, Gray Shadow had no interest in communicating at all. He neighed at him and looked at the swaddling clothes on his chest with his pair of vertical pupils.

To be more precise, it was the little Bellon in the cradle.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then lifted the cover of the swaddling clothes to reveal little Baelon with a runny nose.

The wind is too strong and it’s a bit unbearable.

Little Bellon sucked his thumb, his fair face calm as he stared at the light gray dragon.

The whole body is covered with light gray scales, and the dorsal scales and wing membranes emit a faint halo in the sun, allowing it to be better hidden in the clouds.

The dragon head is not ferocious, but rather handsome, with a pair of pale dragon horns on top of its head, matched with a neat and dense horn crown.

The most distinctive feature is a pair of amber vertical pupils, which sparkle with curiosity, exploration and shyness.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow stared at the swaddled human baby with vertical pupils, sniffed it hard like a drug addict, and let out an excited neigh.

Rhaegar looked puzzled.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow turned around and flew away, rushing to the side of Syrax.

Syrax had a bad temper and felt provoked, so he opened his dragon mouth and was about to attack.

"Be quiet, Syrax."

At the critical moment, Rainier spoke out to stop it.

She also wanted to see what this obedient wild dragon was going to do.

"Hiss..."

Not being expelled, the gray shadow flapped its wings happily and circled around Syrax.

The two dragons were born in similar years and are of similar size.

Syrax's growth rate is not slow, and his pair of dragon wings are thick and big, giving people a very stupid feeling.

The gray shadow has a well-proportioned body and a relatively thin body, and the light gray dragon wings are enough to cover the entire dragon body. This structure is conducive to maintaining balance and changing the flight trajectory at will.

When fighting in the air, the speed is faster and the actions are more agile.

Rhaenyra noticed Gray Shadow's desire to explore, and exposed little Aemon in her arms so that the other party could have a good look.

The gray shadow's pupils flickered as he stared at the second baby and kept sniffing its scent.

After sniffing for a while, he showed a puzzled look in a humane way.

Unlike the last human cub, this one had the scent of other dragons.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow stopped pestering and pushed away the annoyed Syrax, then flew back behind the Glutton.

That human cub smells delicious too!
Rhaegar looked at the uncharacteristically enthusiastic Gray Shadow, his eyes changing from confusion to astonishment, and finally to deep questioning.

Is it possible that this cowardly dragon has taken a fancy to my son?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Rhaegar untied the swaddling clothes and handed it to the gray shadow for a closer observation.

Little Belron: "Slurp~"

The little nose twitched and half of the snot flowed out.

Gray Shadow didn't miss the chance, he caught the little guy and sniffed him wildly, like a pervert among dragons.

It has been very busy during this period.

On Dragonstone, he exchanged experiences with the abandoned green female dragon, and then was chased away by the grumpy dragon who came back to find a mate.

Then, he began a life of homelessness.

A few days ago, I was wandering around Seagull Town and came across a newly hatched black dragon.

The young dragon looked ferocious and roared at it.

Gray Shadow couldn't stand this grievance, and got angry, then left Seagull Town in disgrace.

It remembered that there was a dragon's nest outside the black castle, so it stayed there for two days.

Today I was catching fish in the Blackwater River. I smelled the scent of a dragon-eating species from a distance away, so I hurried over to join in the fun.

Just then, he smelled a sweet scent and started sniffing around the two human cubs.

"Coward, this is not good."

Rhaegar had a blank expression on his face, completely seeing through Gray Shadow's little plan.

I really like my precious son.

Without waiting for the gray shadow to react.

Rhaegar withdrew a swaddling cloth, tied it tightly, and turned around to block his sight.

"Gah?"

The gray shadow tilted his head, and doubt flashed in his copper-bell-sized pupils.

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back and urged, "Greedy, hurry up."

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared irritably, instantly shook off the sticky gray shadow, and jumped across the Blackwater River into the Mande River Basin.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow became anxious and chased after it, neighing.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to it and even covered little Baelon's ears.

He admitted that he was prejudiced against cowards.

Gray Shadow is very smart. Born as a wild dragon, he knows many survival skills and has an extremely gentle temperament.

But! His temperament is too gentle, which leads to his unique personality of being timid and shy.

In his mind, there is another choice for the eldest son, Long.

The dragon eggs in the cradle have the highest hatching priority, and the companion dragon is always the dragon whose personality best matches the dragon rider.

Growing up together from childhood can better cultivate the bond between humans and dragons.

The second choice is Blizzard and Thrax raised in the dragon cave.

Blizzard's dragon egg is suspected to be produced from Meraxes. It is a golden-eyed silver dragon of noble bloodline, and it has shown terrifying fighting talent when it was sub-adult.

Needless to say, Thrax inherited the characteristics of Mogul's Smoke Sea Dragon, so there is no need to worry about his combat effectiveness.

Moreover, both were sub-adult or young dragons, suitable for the young Targaryen to tame.

Secondly, Rega prefers Wormithor, Silver Wing and Sea Smoke.

If young Baelon fails to hatch dragon eggs and has no interest in taming dragonlets, he can follow the life trajectory of most Targaryens and wait until he is a teenager to tame an ownerless dragon.

My father's health is getting weaker and weaker, and I'm afraid he won't live to be a centenarian.

Baelon the Younger imitated Maegor I and most likely inherited Vermithor, who had lost his rider, after his grandfather's death.

That was an adult dragon, second only to the Glutton and Vhagar.

To a certain extent, Womisol has the advantage of age and will inevitably play longer than Vaghar.

As the eldest son, little Baelon tamed Vermithor, whose fighting power was second only to the Glutton, and easily suppressed his other brothers and sisters.

Silver Wing is also good, with a size comparable to Dreamfire, and is about to enter the adult dragon sequence.

In terms of combat capability and deterrence, it is not inferior to the third generation dragons such as Korakshu.

Sea Smoke and Gray Shadow are alternatives.

Sea Smoke has a higher priority than Gray Shadow.

As a dragon of the younger generation, Haiyan has participated in many wars. He is neither violent nor docile in temperament, making him very suitable for novices to control.

Gray shadow...

Temperament is a difficult problem and is not suitable for head-on combat.

Unless little Baelon helps Gray Shadow overcome his defects when he grows up, Gray Shadow, as the only wild dragon born, will be able to burst out with considerable combat power.

At least not inferior to the same generation of dragons such as Yangyan and Haiyan.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow screamed sharply, but couldn't catch up with the glutton who was speeding up, so he stayed beside Syrax and refused to leave.

Rhaenyra couldn't stop laughing. She had never seen Rhaegar and the Glutton being chased in such a miserable state.

"Hiss..."

Gray Shadow was very clever and recognized that Rhaenyra was the mother of the human cubs. He moved around like a spoiled child, trying his best to show off his well-proportioned body.

Rhaenyra wanted to look at it, but the distance was too far. She said with a smile: "Go back first, and wait until my child grows up a little bit."

The words were spoken in High Valyrian combined with a binding spell, and were clearly transmitted to Gray Shadow's mind.

Gray Shadow was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand what he meant, and stopped pestering the hot-tempered Syrax.

After flying in the air for a while, it dived into the clouds in a daze.

"Hiss..."

As it left, it let out a sad cry as if it was being rejected.

The second time!

The last time was when Rhaegar rode on a dragon-eating species. At that time he was also a human cub.

Rhaenyra didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted little Aemon's soft butt and muttered, "Your brother is more popular than you."

"Wow wow wow..."

His butt was attacked again, and little Emon's mouth pouted and he burst into tears at the top of his lungs.

(End of this chapter)