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

Chapter 620: Bernila's Hatred
Time flies, half a month later.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

boom--

A huge scarlet creature shaped like a giant winding snake flew over Blackwater Bay, flapping its broad fleshy wings to cover the towering city gate.

The people in the city looked up and gave mixed cheers and curses.

The happiest people among them were the prostitutes in Flea Bottom.

……

Red Fort.

"Son, I'm back!"

Damon shouted, walking quickly into the hall.

Time was running out and I didn't have time to change my clothes.

He was wearing a scratched black steel armor, a scarlet cape on his back, and a dragon-wing helmet tucked under his armpit.

As the lean figure walked, his long silver-gold hair fluttered, not hiding his stern face that had not yet aged.

"Father!!"

A silver-haired boy was sitting in the hall and stood up in surprise when he heard the sound.

Rhaenys stood aside with her arms folded across her chest, whispering, "Be careful, he's not going anywhere."

The boy bared his milk teeth and threw himself into the cold embrace of the armor.

"See what father brought you, Gaimon?"

Damon picked up his eldest son with one hand and pulled out a dragon bone dagger from his waist with great effort.

This was the spoils he had captured on the battlefield of Qohor, from a Norvos sacrificial temple.

Although not as precious as Valyrian steel, it is still a rare treasure.

"like."

Gaimon held the delicate dragon bone dagger tightly and hugged his father's neck shyly.

He didn't mind the strange smell of dragon stench and blood at all.

Seeing his son after the battle, Damon's lips curled up slightly, "Is there anything interesting recently? I see that you seem to be in high spirits."

As he spoke, he looked at his cousin Rhaenys.

Rhaenys said calmly, "Tesserien hatched a baby dragon named Mogul, and it is now a hot treasure."

Even the dragon keepers believed that the ferocious young dragon with khaki scales and scarlet vertical pupils would become a ferocious and aggressive beast when it grew up.

Damon smiled playfully: "My son doesn't need a baby dragon to fill the scene."

"Yes!" Gaimon shook his head and said proudly, "I have Baoyun."

Damon smiled even more and smoothed down his son's messy hair.

That dark blue sub-adult dragon was a treasure that he had painstakingly captured from the sea of ​​smoke.

The little guy is too young to ride on the dragon's back.

But he has truly tamed the beast and gained the recognition of being with him all the time.

Looking at the arrogant father and son, Rhaenys said meaningfully: "Just because you look down on them doesn't mean others won't fight for them."

Damon was startled when he heard this.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the hall door, causing him to look back.

Another little boy was standing at the door, carrying a backpack on his shoulders, looking at him weakly.

……

Soon, the dragon's lair.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Several dragons of varying sizes crawled in the hall, roaring angrily at each other.

"Moon Dancer and Trickster are growing fiercely."

Rhaegar stood by the campfire, looking at the two huge beasts cuddling together.

A dark-colored fish with gray stripes on its body, which at first glance look like tree rings.

One is brightly colored, with a pair of sharp horns on top, and a tail that is as thin and long as a scorpion's tail.

The two sub-adult dragons were both under twenty years old. The larger one was only a little over twenty meters tall, and its sturdy body highlighted its unrivaled strength.

"The liar eats a lot, and will eat anything, including cattle, sheep, and pigs."

Imon smiled and boasted: "Just like its driver, it is very smart and capable."

"Really?" Rhaegar looked at his proud second son from head to toe with a strange look in his eyes.

I don't know who this kid takes after, but he has a naturally lively personality.

Unlike his calm brother, Baeron, he prefers to do brave and adventurous things.

Rhaegar also discovered that not only did the eldest son and the second son have very different personalities, but the twins' appearances were also gradually changing.

Baelon was stronger, his eyes sparkled.

Eamon is lean and has short silver-gold hair, which is the opposite of his brother's. He looks capable and swift.

The key is the face, which has been reduced from 90% similarity to 70% similarity.

Maybe appearance reflects the heart.

"Of course!"

Aemon was not afraid of the gazes, and was full of confidence: "The people of Tyrosh and Lys know me. Half of the bridges and canals in the two city-states were repaired and rebuilt by me."

He is the future Prince of Lys and consort to the Queen of Tyrosh.

Perhaps his brother Baeron is too busy and will appoint him as the Hand of the King.

Their understanding of domestic affairs and people's livelihood is no less than that of the poor people, homeless people and prostitutes in the slums.

My mother was away in Lys, and my great-uncle Daemon was often at war in Qohor.

Most of the management of the two city-states fell on him and Benilla.

"It's OK. I have some skills."

Lei Jia smiled and gave some appropriate praise.

He knew his second son's temperament too well and knew he couldn't stand praise.

"Hey, where's Belron?"

Aemon asked proudly.

He had to show his brother what he could do.

"He's in the Riverlands."

Rhaegar's eyes were deep.

I don't know whether the eldest son's mission will go smoothly?
Aemon was a little disappointed, and suddenly thought: "I heard from the merchants at the dock that Maekar rode a dragon to visit Slaver's Bay, rescued Lord Tyran, but abandoned his brother, Duke Jason."

"Who told you that?" Rhaegar frowned slightly.

"everybody knows."

Aemon said as a matter of course, "Maekar was overestimating his own abilities, and he only saved Lord Taelan."

"What do you want to say?"

Rhaegar turned his head, stared at his second son, and said with great momentum: "Do you mean that idiot Jason is more important than Taelan? Or did your half-brother deliberately keep an idiot who broke into the Slave Bay in the tiger's mouth so that your teacher could inherit the West?" To be honest, he really wanted to pry open Jason's brain to see if it was full of shit.

How dare you come to Slave Bay to claim territorial rights and tease the master in person?

But now he was even more angry because of his second son's little complaints, intentional or unintentional.

Aemon was frightened and quickly explained: "I mean it's dangerous for Maekar to rescue Lord Tyran alone. We should take a long-term view."

"It better be so!"

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, and he emphasized again: "Remember my words, it's better to do so."

"Yes, father." Aemon lowered his head, not daring to object.

Seeing this, Rhaegar added: "You are brothers of the same blood. You will prosper together and suffer together."

“When your brother is in trouble, you should help him instead of laughing at him or talking about him behind his back.”

"I understand." Aemon almost buried his head in the ground.

Rhaegar had no intention of lecturing his son and waved his hand: "Go and have fun. Don't leave your fiancée alone."

At this time, on the other side of the dragon's lair.

"Hiss~~"

A khaki-colored young dragon was crawling on the ground, tearing a roasted goat with its fangs and claws.

"Do you want this dragon, Einar?"

Benilla was tall and stood nearby, patting her half-brother on the head.

She is already 15 years old and is a truly beautiful girl.

She has a delicate dark skin, short silver-gold hair that falls to her ears, and ambitious purple eyes.

Her twin sister, Rhaena, stood beside her, making her look like an underdeveloped little girl.

Rhaena also looked at her half-brother and whispered, "Morghur is a wonderful young dragon. He will grow up very quickly."

These words had a hint of meaning, and his gaze fell on the corner of the dragon's lair with complicated feelings.

"Hiss!"

A pale pink sub-adult dragon flapped its wings like a butterfly.

Dawn is not very big in size, just over the ten-meter threshold, and has reached the stage where it can carry people.

Renia did not expect his dragon to achieve anything in war, but at least it could satisfy his occasional interest in dragon riding.

Inar, carrying a basket on his back, asked in confusion, "I have dragon eggs."

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and shook the backpack.

"Dragon eggs are difficult to hatch."

Another little guy came over, followed by a dark blue sub-adult dragon.

"Gaimon?"

Benilla glanced back and spoke in a calm tone.

Gaimon's face became more delicate, and he raised his little face: "Father came back and gave me a gift."

As he spoke, he drew the dragon bone dagger from his waist and waited for his sisters' praise.

"Oh."

Bella responded perfunctorily, leading Enar to the other side. "I'll take you to see Moon Dance. Perhaps Aemon has some gifts for you and Rhaena."

He walked very quickly, as if avoiding a fly.

Rhaena was torn, so she patted Gaimon's head and followed her sister's steps.

Gaimon stood there in a daze, his hand holding the dragon bone dagger slowly falling.

This whole scene was seen by Damon behind the bronze gate.

Damon narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "She still holds a grudge."

Benilla's personality is more like his, a brave, fearless, and competitive tomboy.

Lannar died in childbirth, which she considered her father's "masterpiece".

His younger brother Gaimon was an accomplice.

"She doesn't actually hate Gaimon, she just doesn't want to face it."

Rhaenyra explained.

Visenya stood at the edge of her skirt, holding her brother Egg in her arms.

Damon took a deep breath and pretended not to care: "Let her be, she has already got what she wanted."

The inheritance of Tyrosh still belongs to Benilla.

Even though he had his eldest son Gaimon and his second son Aenaar, who was named Targaryen.

The former is raised by her cousin Rhaenys and has a young dragon, Baoyun, by her side, so she naturally doesn't have to worry about the future.

The latter's mother, Mesalia, is still alive, and she also has a pair of half-sisters to take care of her.

It doesn't matter as long as the kids don't fight each other.

Rhaenyra nodded, knowing her adopted daughter's character well.

A good girl who disdains conspiracies and intrigues, but unfortunately she was born in the wrong body.

The care for his half-brother was just to mock Damon.

"You gave birth to a bunch of wonderful children."

Daemon changed the subject, his eyes fell on Visenya, and suggested: "You only have one daughter, why not find a companion for her who has been with her since childhood?"

"Gaimon?"

Rainier looked surprised, she didn't expect that he would suddenly say this.

Damon nodded: "Yes, he is the last color of Lannar left in the world."

"I will seriously consider it."

Rhaenyra refused and said, "Maekar cares about his sister very much. We should wait until the children are older before discussing this matter."

"Meka!?"

Visenya raised her head when she heard the voice, still squeezing her brother Ego's face hard with her hands.

Ego was like a rag doll, with saliva flowing from the corners of his deformed mouth.

"You heard wrong."

Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, snatched the ravaged young son, and said helplessly: "Go and see Mogul, you might like it."

The value of a newly hatched dragon is unquestionable.

Since her peers have not yet been tamed, the dragonless daughter has a good chance.

"That ugly dragon?"

Visenya gave up letting the large toy do whatever it wanted and turned to look at the sheep-eating dragonet with khaki scales.

It looked like a winged desert lizard, but its scales and horns were very sharp, leaving scratches on the dragon stone floor.

"I'm going!"

Visenya patted his chest and rushed over excitedly.

It is a little ugly, but it looks very ferocious at first glance, like the evil dragon that kidnapped the princess in the picture book.

She likes this ugly and rustic dragon.

(End of this chapter)