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

Chapter 619: Blue Queen's Cub

His teacher is useless!

"No, it's a friendly way to keep you here."

Tailan smiled awkwardly and made up a lame excuse.

"Hmm~"

Maika hummed and glanced sideways at the silver-haired girl in the distance.

A Valyrian, Queen of Meereen and ruler of Slaver's Bay?
It turns out that there is something wrong with the teacher's teaching. The impoverished Valyrians can again and again establish themselves and claim to be kings.

"What is your name, my dear prince?"

Elena took a step forward and looked at the little boy riding the dragon with burning eyes.

A child of seven or eight years old.

She had shoulder-length platinum hair that looked transparent in the sunlight, gloomy eyes that were blue to purple, and a fair and cute face.

Meka first glanced at the nearby slave soldiers and said calmly: "Before asking others, you should introduce yourself first."

As he spoke, he quietly waved to Tailan.

"Oh." Tailan nodded rapidly and climbed up the rope ladder using both his hands and feet.

Elena didn't stop him when she saw him. After she said her name, she asked, "Little brother of Targaryen, can you speak now?"

The only boy who can control a dragon is Targaryen in the far western continent.

There were also close contacts between the two families.

"Maekar Targaryen."

Maekar held his head high and said in all seriousness, "Third son of King Rhaegar I Targaryen, trainee prince of Volantis."

"Prince?"

Elena was confused.

"Yes." Meka nodded: "Your slave ship has affected my city-state."

Among all the brothers and sisters, the eldest brother Baelon was the crown prince and was made Prince of Dragonstone.

Only he, far away in Volantis, held the title of prince.

Although he has to use the prefix of "internship", he can officially succeed to the throne when he reaches adulthood.

Upon hearing this, Elena's eyes shone brighter, and she continued to approach: "I have hosted your teacher, would you please do me the honor of joining us for the banquet?"

A healthy boy with the blood of the Dragon King, and a majestic and domineering sub-adult dragon.

It's as attractive as a drug.

"No!" Meka refused directly, frowning and saying, "My mother told me to stay away from bad women."

When he is a fool like the teacher?

The woman looked at him with eyes that made her want to dig out a piece of her flesh, and if she wasn't careful, her innocence would be damaged.

"You can stay. I guarantee with my life and family honor that I will never have the slightest ill will towards you."

Elena raised her hand and swore.

"Save it."

Maekar pulled at the saddle rope and warned, "I will not listen to any of your tricks, just like your fake surname."

Dai Anliga is a long-standing bloodline of the Dragon King, which was destroyed in the doomsday catastrophe.

"I sincerely hope you can stay as a guest!"

Elena rolled her eyes and added, "I admire your father very much. You can also invite him to Meereen."

Hearing about his father, Meika's face darkened slightly: "You don't want him to come."

"Perhaps I could go to King's Landing to meet him?"

Elena was full of aura and said frankly, "My family and yours have similar blood. We are both dragon kings of ancient Valyria."

She has no dragons and no family.

My great-grandmother died on the way and was never able to get out of the smoke that troubled her throughout her life.

But she owns Slave Bay and has joined forces with the good and wise lords of the other two cities, so she has the ability to deal with war.

The Targaryen king should not be so petty as to destroy a female dragon king who poses no competitive threat but possesses considerable strength.

A new alliance between the two sides is the best option for the descendants of Old Valyria.

Meika's face wrinkled into a bun, and hesitantly said: "You still don't give up."

Is she relying on him and has to ask his father to propose to her?
But no matter whether the other party's bloodline is real or not, he doesn't like older girls.

This is one of the few differences between him and his father.

"You can understand it that way, but I'm not that cheap."

Elena puffed out her humble chest, proudly saying, "I want to see your father. He owes me a sheep."

pat!

Meika took out a handful of golden dragons and threw them out, saying bluntly, "He doesn't owe anyone anything, you old woman."

After saying that, he tapped the silver-gray scales, signaling the dragon to take off.

"Hiss!"

Thrax raised his head and roared, spreading his broad wings magnificently, and with a push of his hind legs he soared into the air.

With Tailan's panicked screams, the giant beast leaped over the smoke-filled Meereen.

Faintly, the city was echoing with the roars of dragons.

……

Across the strait.

Chaotou Island, Hull Town.

The sea snake walked alone along the dock, its tiger eyes scanning the working shipwrights and sailors.

stab, stab...

A figure with short silver hair sat cross-legged, sharpening the blade of an axe with a whetstone.

"Adam." The sea snake walked closer and called out to the handsome young man dressed as a shipwright.

Adam raised his head and looked at the sea snake in surprise: "Sir, why are you here?"

"Go around, the kingdom needs our ship."

The sea snake said naturally, "Your brother Alyn joined my fleet. He is more suitable to be a sailor than you."

Adam's eyes were dim, and he forced a smile: "He is a hard-working and good guy, much better than my brother who has to overcome seasickness every time he goes out to sea."

As he spoke, he continued to sharpen the axe blade, chopping wood from time to time to test whether it was sharp enough.

Four years ago, he led his army back to Roar, disobeying the orders of Aemond One-Eye.

Afterwards, Collis had a private conversation with him and revoked all his positions and sailor qualifications.

His status plummeted and he went back to his old job as a boat builder.

The sea snake noticed his desolation and turned away without saying a word.

Adam bit his lower lip and looked at the other person's back stubbornly.

"correct."

The sea snake suddenly turned around and thought: "There will be wars in the kingdom again. If you do a good job at the shipyard, you will never be in trouble for being a hero."

Then, without caring whether the other party understood or not, he turned around and left.

Adam stood there in a daze, completely confused.

"Shipyard?" His grandfather was an old shipbuilder, his mother was the captain of a sailing ship, and he himself inherited the shipyard.

There are many similar wealthy families on Chaotou Island, who make their livings from the sea and their cooking skills.

Adam was confused for a moment, and suddenly remembered the sail drawing that he couldn't understand at all.

It seems that it was given to the wizards of Asia to study and become an absolute secret.

……

Late evening, Climax City.

A giant dragon, as black as coal, lay in the castle's courtyard, devouring the goats fed by the guards.

"News came from Qohor that Daemon and Aemond burned Lorath and forced the Quad Cities Alliance to retreat."

"Lorath is just a poor city-state."

"Norvos is equally barren, but it can influence the outcome of a war."

Xiaomei, the white maggot, had a slender figure and stood in front of the window, describing everything one by one.

Rhaegar sat on the driftwood throne in the Nine-Walled Hall, rubbing his brows with a headache.

Only when you become a king do you realize how difficult it is to be above everyone else.

Qohor is at war, the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom are making a comeback, and a new ruler has appeared out of nowhere in Slaver's Bay...

No wonder successive kings did not think about expanding the territory, and the most highly regarded centenarian king only managed to consolidate and strengthen his rule.

As the dynasty expanded its territory, it was surrounded by enemies.

"Ha~~"

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "The Freehold Empire has a thousand dragons and rules the Valyrian Peninsula and the eastern continent of Essos."

"Would it be too much of an appetite if I swallowed both sides of the Strait of Mir in one go?"

To be honest, after seeing how difficult the Four Cities Alliance formed between Bravs and Pentos was, he had already thought about conquering the two city-states.

If two of the nine free trade cities were eliminated, only Norvos and Loras would be left, which were both weak in power and politics.

One is not an ice-free port, and the other does not even have a port.

When they are together, they are like a piece of hard bone; when they are apart, they are like two pieces of rotten stones.

The pressure you face will be reduced a lot.

"Your Majesty, I advise you not to do this."

Xiaomei, the white maggot, leaned against the window sill and analyzed rationally: "All the major banks in the world owe money to the Iron Bank. We can't be the enemy of the whole world."

To put it more bluntly.

Looking across the entire continent of Westeros, more than half of the noble families have borrowed money from the Iron Bank or even owe it money.

When the king leads his army to war, the lords will not only not put in any effort, but will also trip him up from behind.

This is the inevitability of politics, to complicate and confuse things.

The Free Fortress Empire once intended to attack Bluffs, but because of the Iron Bank and the courage of the then-Sea King, it gave up the plan and chose to conclude an alliance with it.

After all, Bluffs has a special geographical location.

There is no cultivated soil, and the islands and fog form a natural barrier.

The effect of taking it down is not significant and is not proportional to the cost paid.

Rhaegar smacked his lips and his headache grew worse the more he talked.

Including the Iron Islands and the Basilisk Islands, both have extremely harsh geographical conditions and are not worth attacking.

But the people on those islands are all capable of causing trouble.

“But there is good news.”

White Maggot Xiaomei smiled and said, "Damon and Aemond have returned to the court, and Lord Tyran has also returned safely from Slaver's Bay."

These are news from half a month ago.

The king hurried back from Dorne to dispatch his fleet to prepare for an attack on Slaver's Bay.

Fortunately, there were no signs of war.

As they chatted, Rhaenys held a boy with short silver-gold hair in her arms, her face full of joy: "Rhaegar, come with me to the dragon's lair."

"What's the matter, aunt?"

Rhaegar stood up puzzled.

……

The former site of Gaochao City, a temporary dragon's lair.

"Hiss!"

A twenty-meter-long dark blue dragon roared and flapped its pair of silver-white dragon wings.

"Quiet, Stormy Cloud."

Two elderly dragon handlers shouted loudly and beat the dragon with bamboo sticks to drive it back.

Boom——

As the former retreated into the corner, a gigantic dragon covered in cobalt blue scales, with claws, jaws, and belly the color of copper foil, crawled out, its majestic figure as tall as a hill.

"Tesserion."

Daeron and Rhaena stood hand in hand before the graceful dragon.

"Roar..."

Teselion is over thirty meters long, yet she has the dignity of a little princess.

A female dragon tamer walked out from the darkness, holding a thin chain in her hand.

A dark yellow dragon claw was tied to a chain, swinging around with a rattling sound.

"Hiss~~"

A young dragon with ochre-colored scales all over its body and fine horns on its forehead flapped its wings and its scarlet vertical pupils swirled around.

The female dragon keeper spoke in a low voice, soothing the restless young dragon, and walked towards Daeron who had been waiting for a long time: "Prince, this is the first offspring of your dragon."

"I never thought that Tesserion could hatch a baby dragon so quickly."

Daeron was overjoyed and reached out to try and take the baby dragon.

Dragons have no gender distinction, and the one that lays eggs is usually considered a female dragon.

Soon after Tesserion came of age, he laid a clutch of five eggs, and for the first time ever, only one of them hatched.

"Hiss~~"

The ochre-colored young dragon let out a sharp roar and spit out a breath of yellow flame towards the big hand that was approaching.

Darren was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.

Renia's beautiful eyes widened as she held a little boy with silver hair and purple eyes in her hand and encouraged him, "Inar, look how ferocious this young dragon is. Do you like it?"

The little boy was very small, probably only three or four years old.

Upon closer inspection, his features are 70% similar to Damon's, with a hint of immature banditry hidden beneath his timid expression.

“It’s kind of ugly.”

Inar's skin was as pale as his mother's, and there was a serious look in his purple eyes.

On his back was an exquisite basket.

It contains a blood-red dragon egg with spiral patterns.

(End of this chapter)