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

Chapter 609 Blue Dragon and Red Dragon

sunset.

The tides were rising and falling at the seaside, and water birds were snatching up fish and landing on the rocks to peck at them.

Huh-huh-huh-huh...

Damon said nothing and walked aimlessly step by step.

He didn't know why either.

Just walking like that, as if chasing someone.

puff-

Suddenly his feet slipped, and he staggered and fell to the ground, with his palms stuck in the soft gravel.

Damon was in a trance. He untied the Dark Sister from around his waist and tried to stand up.

Helplessly, I took just two steps and my legs became weak and powerless.

"Hoo~!"

Damon sat down on a reef, holding his sword with both hands, and silently leaning his head on the dragon-wing-shaped hilt.

With his forehead pressed against the cold Dark Sister, a sense of sober pain surged into his heart.

I opened my mouth subconsciously, but couldn't make a sound as if I was mute.

His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained silent.

All I know is that my knuckles turned white as I clenched the hilt of the sword, and I closed my eyes and waited for the crystal light that could not be concealed to dry.

"Gugu~~"

The water birds are full and happy, jumping around and chirping.

Until the sun sets halfway, the beach divides the sea and sky into one color.

Damon was in the shadow, wearing a wet black uniform.

The water birds chirped, flew into the red glow of the sunset clouds, and spread their wings and flew back to their nests.

Wow...

After an unknown amount of time, waves began to wash over the beach.

"Damon!"

The sea snake looked anxious. It jumped off a small boat and climbed onto the beach, not caring about the rising and falling waves.

Damon slowly raised his head and looked at the dusty sea snake.

"Why are you here alone?"

The sea serpent trudged over and roared, "Didn't Lannar give birth?"

"gave birth."

Damon's voice cracked and he lowered his head again.

"What do you mean?"

The sea snake's heart seemed to skip a beat, and it felt ominous.

Damon said nothing and shook his head sadly.

Seeing this, the sea snake staggered back two steps, and its solemn expression changed drastically.

Smart minds realized that things were heading for the worst.

"how so……"

The sea serpent muttered.

When he lowered his head again and saw Damon who looked like he had lost his soul, his anger rose uncontrollably.

boom--

He grabbed the man's collar and lifted him up with his strong body.

The sea snake glared at me and shouted, "What the hell is going on? Lannar just wrote to me yesterday to tell me to return to Chaotou Island."

As he roared, his tiger eyes turned red: "Speak! My daughter just said she wanted to go home yesterday!"

The deafening shouting and violent shaking barely brought the other person back to his senses.

Damon was silent for a long time, then smiled sadly: "She is back, and brought your grandson with her."

boom--

"You damn bastard!"

The sea snake punched it and threw it into the cold sea water, returning to the castle without stopping.

"Cough cough..."

Damon collapsed helplessly and choked on a large mouthful of water.

Glancing into the distance with the corner of his cracked eye, he could vaguely see a bear-like figure changing from striding to running.

All kinds of curses can still be heard without reservation.

It was like pouring out all the bad words I could ever say in my life.

……

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The cold night wind can't wash away the sadness on the beach.

boom--

A ball of orange dragon flame mixed with billowing black smoke burned, turning into a giant bonfire that illuminated the night sky.

Damon's eyes were hazy as he stood in the distance and witnessed the old dragon spewing dragon flames.

"His-"

Vhagar lay on the ground, his huge body like a high wall, protecting his master on his final journey.

Damon stretched out a hand, and the sea breeze passed around his fingertips.

Suddenly, I felt a movement in my arms, pulling back my drifting thoughts.

A swaddled baby is curled up in the crook of an arm, revealing a smacking baby face.

The baby was adorable, with skin as white as a peeled egg and sparse silver stubble.

He didn't look like a premature baby at all, instead he had a pair of wide lilac eyes.

Damon was lost in thought and put his fingers into the baby's pink little mouth.

"Bah, bah, bah~~"

The baby accepted everything that came his way, looked at his father with his big eyes, and sucked on his salty fingertips.

"Lanar is gone."

Rhaenyra came over at some point and said coldly, "You have to fulfill your responsibilities as a father."

Damon glanced at him and said nothing.

He knew that the other party was blaming him for not fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband.

Rhaenys looked straight ahead, watching the orange dragon flame fade from strong to weak, leaving only one reminder:
"It's windy at night, don't let the children catch a cold."

Then, turn around and return to the castle.

Damon was still standing there. If it weren't for the wet touch of his fingertips, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.

rustling...

I heard footsteps behind me, but the person didn't speak.

Daemon didn't look back, thinking that Rhaenys was going to take the child away.

"Father."

Benilla suddenly spoke, standing behind the tall figure.

Damon turned around and asked in surprise: "Benilla, why are you here?"

At this time, the girls should be put to sleep by their grandmother.

Benilla refused to answer, her eyes fixed.

Damon was exhausted physically and mentally, and sighed softly: "Let's go back."

Benilla remained silent, her eyes fixed on her father's face.

It was only at this point that Damon realized something was wrong.

"I dislike him!"

Then Benilla suddenly spoke, pointing at the swaddling clothes in the other's arms.

Damon was stunned when he heard this, and said in disbelief: "What?"

Benila said indifferently: "You! And the boy in your arms, you killed your mother."

That's what she was thinking.

Their loving mother died for the boy their father had always dreamed of.

Benila's eyes were red, and she was holding back tears: "Now that you have got what you wanted, I believe you must be satisfied."

After that, he left without looking back.

Damon was struck by lightning, as if a heavy hammer hit his chest.

However, the daughter was running farther and farther away from my sight, and her direction was not Climax City.

"Where are you going!"

Damon was worried, but his pride held him back.

Without a response, Benilla completely disappeared into the night.

It seemed to be a response, and it was right in front of him: "None of your business!"

"His-"

The old dragon howled towards the sky, emitting one mournful and mournful cry after another.

Damon stood there in a daze, the night wind blowing his hair up, covering half of his face.

boom--

A gust of wind blew past and almost knocked the person over.

Damon staggered a few steps and hugged the swaddling clothes tightly in his arms.

"Ho ho..."

A familiar figure came from behind, breathing heavily.

Damon froze and opened his eyes wide in shock.

"I am sorry to hear that." Viserys stiffened his neck and gasped. "My brother, are you all right?"

Damon opened his mouth slightly, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"Woooo ...

The baby in the cradle twisted and turned, accusing in his tender little voice.

Daemon ignored it completely, first looking at Vhagar who was lying on the ground wailing, and then seeing the bronze behemoth landing on the seashore.

"Roar..."

Womisol's pupils were stern as he stared at the old dragon with vigilance, with fire accumulating deep in his throat.

But the old dragon ignored him and kept wailing.

If it were usual, the old dragon, who would not tolerate provocation, would have roared and bared his sharp fangs.

Viserys looked back at Wormithor and said as he walked away, "Dragons have their own tempers. It has been a long time since it flew."

Thanks to the special herbs retrieved by the eldest son, his body and mind were slowly recovering.

After receiving a message from his youngest son Darren, he realized that an irreversible tragedy had occurred in the family.

And a tragedy similar to that which happened to him fell on his younger brother Damon.

Damon's pupils trembled slightly, and he took one step forward holding the swaddling clothes.

One second, two seconds...

The two brothers walked towards each other, and their figures gradually overlapped in the firelight.

"Brother~~"

Damon was shaking like a sieve and crashed into his brother's arms.

Viserys held on with his not-so-strong body, and hugged his fragile brother with his backhand.

The two brothers hugged each other, just like they were in childhood.

Damon buried his face deep in his eyes, his voice trembling and suppressed: "She is gone, just like your Emma."

"I know, I know everything."

Viserys sighed deeply and said, as if to comfort a child, "This too shall pass."

Damon began to breathe heavily, his body almost couldn't stand, and a hoarse growl came out of his throat.

"The gods are always so cruel, but at least they leave us hope."

Viserys hugged his brother tightly, allowing his chest to be soaked by the subtle water stains.

like he said.

Time will wash away the sorrow, leaving the living to reminisce over and over again.

For the children left by his deceased wife, at least he regained hope.

……

a few days later.

Reese, the tower.

"what!!"

From a certain room, a woman's shrill scream was heard.

Maids came in and out one after another, carrying basins of water and towels.

Rhaenyra stood guard at the door, pacing back and forth, waiting.

The house produces white maggots.

She was pregnant two months earlier than Lannar, which was enough time.

"Ah! Push harder!..."

I couldn't see the situation clearly through the gauze curtain, and I could only hear Xiaomei, the white maggot, screaming at the top of her lungs.

People of humble origins often possess far greater ruthlessness than ordinary people.

Xiaomei, the white maggot, cooperated very well and gave birth in the bathtub using the method her former prostitute friend had taught her.

"Why so slow?"

Rainier was so anxious that she was sweating and pacing around outside the door.

In the past, others had been waiting for her outside the door, but this time it was her turn to wait outside.

Only then did I realize that I am not popular with anyone.

"Wow wow~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, a baby's cry suddenly sounded.

Rhaenyra paused and said happily, "It's born."

After all, he is the descendant of Uncle Daemon, and perhaps he will be incorporated into the Targaryen family tree.

Bai Zhuo Xiaomei is her confidant, and having one more child means more confidence.

Tread...  

Just as I was about to lift the gauze curtain and enter, I heard hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Sir Lorent of the Kingsguard came hurriedly, holding an opened letter in his hand: "Your Majesty, a letter from Tidehead Island!"

Rainier did not dare to delay and quickly took the letter to check it.

The current situation of Chaotou Island was written in black and white.

Rainier's joy faded and her face turned pale in an instant.

Every line of black boy seemed to be written in the blood of a friend.

"Lanael!"

The letter fell to the ground, and Rhaenyra's legs went limp and she fell backwards.

"His Majesty!"

Sir Lorent hurried to support Rhaenyra's body as she fell back.

Rhaenyra's eyes were blank, but she could no longer stand up.

……

same moment.

Valley, Eagle's Nest.

Rhaegar, dressed in a loose robe, stood at the tower window, looking out.

The riot in Qohor was resolved, and he and his eldest son sent a message to the valley.

creak-

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Jenny's face was heavy, with a piece of letter paper in her hand.

Rhaegar took the letter with a surprised look and read it.

……

Behind the Bloody Gate, the narrow path leading to the Eagle's Nest.

"Hiss!"

A young dragon with a silver body flew by and rushed into the misty giant's spear.

"prince!"

"Your Highness Belron..."

Dozens of valley nobles cheered and beat their chests wildly.

A carriage climbed up the cliff and stopped in front of the path to the narrow sea.

The car door opened, and Bellon, with short silver hair, stepped on a stool and got out of the car.

"Come."

Baelon turned around and reached out to help the two sisters Dany and Anna down.

"Brother, look."

Anna jumped up and down, pointing her white finger at the valley nobles who lined the avenue to welcome her.

"Hush, calm down."

Bellon advised softly, tapping Anna's forehead.

Then, he took a deep breath and walked towards the overly enthusiastic nobles with his two younger sisters.

This was discussed with my father.

He took his two sisters back to the valley to win over the nobles of the valley.

"Oh ho ho, long live the prince!"

The nobles of the valley showed extraordinary joy when faced with a crown prince who looked exactly like the king when he was a child.

Some people knew about the other relationship between the three siblings and shouted excitedly: "Long live! Conqueror III!"

Bell's face fell and he quickened his pace as if he was running away, dragging his two sisters along.

The Conqueror was known to everyone in his lifetime.

The second was Rhaegar, who replicated the Conqueror's achievements and marriage.

Of course, there is more of a joking element in it.

"Hiss..."

A light grey dragon shadow flew over the brother and sister’s heads, and its huge body stirred up the thick clouds.

A girl with a crooked nose ran out from the back of the team, holding a bamboo stick and chasing after him: "Stop, you coward."

The appearance of a man and a dragon instantly frightened all the nobles into silence.

It was just a moment.

……

The Eyrie.

Rhaegar was stunned and looked at the letter in disbelief.

"Everything is unpredictable."

Jenny sighed and leaned gently against her husband.

Such a heroic female dragon died on the delivery bed.

Rhaegar's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in an unspeakable way: "I saved her once."

(End of this chapter)