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

Chapter 622: Dragons on Dragonstone

After packing his clothes, he asked the dragon keeper to comfort Syrax who had just laid eggs.

"Let's go too."

Rhaegar took Rhaenyra's hand and was in a very good mood.

The family added two baby dragons and several dragon eggs.

It just so happened that the family was growing large and they were worried that there wouldn't be enough for future generations.

Indeed, you can always trust the goddess of harvest—Syrax.

"Your Majesty, someone is here to see you."

Ilic guarded the entrance to the dragon's lair and reported immediately.

"Who?" Rhaegar asked curiously.

Ilic's face was solemn, and he turned sideways: "It's better for you to see it in person."

Rhaegar was confused and turned to look down the stairs.

A carriage with flags of "Leaping Trout" and "Crows Surrounding the Weirwood", and two short boys.

"Your Majesty, Lord Benjico Blackwood of Raventree sends you his sincere greetings."

The black-haired boy stepped forward cautiously, his voice trembling with trepidation.

The other red-haired man, who was a little older, bowed deeply. "Oscar Tully of Riverrun. May the glory of the old and new gods cover you, Your Majesty."

The two boys were exhausted and didn't bring any servants or knights with them.

At first glance, it looks so miserable, and it makes people feel sad.

However, Rhaegar heard the key point and looked at the black-haired boy in surprise: "You said you are the Earl of Raventree City?"

As we all know, the Earl of Raventree is Samwell Blackwood.

"My father is dead."

Benjiko's eyes were silent, and then he straightened his chest: "He was trying to protect the crown prince, and his throat was cut by the iron group in the chaos."

Rhaegar's face froze, and he would rather have heard it wrong.

Then, the two boys narrated what had happened one by one.

Baelon was traveling in the riverlands with Prime Minister Lyonel, the Duke of Riverrun, and the Earl of Raventree, when they were attacked by an unknown force in the middle of the night.

There were no fewer than 500 of them, including Ironborn, Riverland natives, and mercenaries...

The newly appointed Duke of Riverrun, Elmon Tully, was hit by a stray arrow and died on the spot.

Samwell Blackwood, Lord of Raventree, died heroically while covering the retreat of the "boys".

"And, Sir Harwin Strong."

Benjiko lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake: "Lord Harwin led the charge, but fell under the swords of the mercenaries."

He was a brave man, but it was a pity that he had never been on the battlefield.

He led his troops into a reckless charge and lost his life in one round.

"He is the commander of the capital garrison."

Leiga was so shocked that he had no time to react.

"Your Majesty, there is also this."

Benji Ko nudged his companion.

Oscar said nothing, took out a box from the cloth bag between his legs and handed it to the captain of the Kingsguard.

"Your Majesty." Eric opened the box and handed it to the king.

Rhaegar looked closely and saw that it was a blood-stained pendant of the King's Hand.

Suddenly, the pupils shrank suddenly.

"Your Majesty, Lord Leonor is still alive."

Oscar spoke quickly, crying as he spoke: "The Prime Minister was captured, and the Ironborn cut off one of his hands in order to force him to tell us our whereabouts."

"Why didn't Leonor come back to see me?"

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether he should be happy.

"Lord Leonor has asked us to resign from the position of Prime Minister."

Oscar sobbed and sympathized, "My Lord also said that a king without a hand cannot assist Your Majesty. You cannot be called a king without a hand."

"Seven Hells!"

Rhaegar closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists behind his back.

It was expected that strengthening centralization and suppressing the aristocracy would lead to resistance, but it was unexpected that the first round of offensive would be so swift.

"Haha, are you trying to intimidate me?"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed with concern: "Where is Baelon? How is he?"

Having sacrificed so many capable officials and generals, we cannot afford to lose all our capital.

"The prince is good. He led us to quell the rebellion and integrated the Riverlands with the help of my father's funeral."

Oscar wiped away the tears from his eyes and quickly told the truth.

"Riverrun was inherited by your brother Kermit Tully?"

Rhaegar thought for a moment and remembered that the old apprentice was called "reckless" and "wild" great-grandson.

Neither the son nor the grandson are promising, but the two great-grandsons are quite good.

It’s true that bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots.

Oscar nodded in agreement, which was the only good thing.

Rhaegar was not interested in the details and asked again: "Where is Baelon? Why doesn't he come to see me?"

Don't let the chaotic battle wear out your courage and make you hide away alone.

"The prince is not with me. He has returned to Dragonstone."

Benji Ko answered first, taking a short breath, "He is the prince of Dragonstone, and he will inherit the throne to lead us in revenge."

Oscar immediately responded, "There are dragons on Dragonstone. The prince went out to sea at Raven's Rest three days ago."

A damned attack that killed their fathers.

The crown prince vowed to bring them justice on a dragon.

Hearing this, Rega remained silent, feeling slightly comforted in his heart.

There are some gains after all, right?
Seeing that the king stopped talking, Elijah pulled the two boys over and motioned for them to go to the hotel to rest first.

A major incident occurred in Hejian, the crown prince was nearly killed, and even the prime minister had one hand cut off.

Someone is going to be in trouble.

The two boys walked down the stairs, looking back every few steps.

After a while, Benjiko mustered up his courage and said, "Your Majesty, the prince would like to ask you not to rashly start a war for him. He will personally return the favor with blood and fire."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then gave up the idea of ​​killing a chicken to scare the monkeys in the Latte Islands.

He lowered his head and smiled happily: "Okay, I'll wait."

If this can arouse the eldest son's spirit of self-improvement, the loss of Hejian will not be worth mentioning.

Soon, the boys left.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked hand in hand, and looked at each other with tacit understanding. Rhaenyra's eyes were full of pain, and she couldn't imagine what kind of hardships her eldest son had gone through.

"Don't worry, everything is going in the right direction."

Rhaegar stroked his fair face and said thoughtfully, "Sending the two young dragons to Dragonstone may help."

"Yeah." Rainier leaned silently.

……

noon.

Blackwater Bay, on the calm sea.

A magnificent fleet sailed into the Roaring Road, with a total of more than a dozen large ships running parallel, approaching King's Landing with great force.

"Hiss!!"

A giant silver-gray dragon cut through the waves and soared into the sky with its misty wings flapping.

The convening of the Dragon Clan Conference will call back the bloodlines outside.

"Uuuuuu——"

A royal ship flying a flag with three red dragons came towards them and slipped through the gaps between the huge fleets.

Below decks, a bonfire lit the cabin.

"Hiss~~"

"..."

Two newly hatched dragons were locked in a cage. They banged against the iron bars ferociously, their pupils wide open and emitting sparks.

The bonfire flickered slightly, and the crashing noises grew louder.

A young dragon with blue-gray scales all over its body, scarlet wing membranes and dorsal fin, and a mouth full of sharp dragon teeth.

The other one was black and purple, with purple stripes all over the black scales, and a pair of sharp pale dragon horns growing on both foreheads.

……

Outside, the majestic fleet passed by completely.

An inconspicuous three-masted sailing ship was hanging tightly at the rear of the fleet.

The decks were filled with slave soldiers, with the emblem of Slave Bay branded on their faces.

The sails are very dazzling, revealing their entire appearance as they flutter in the wind.

It turned out to be two giant green dragons entwined with each other, forming a special totem of two dragons standing side by side.

A silver-haired figure covered with a silk scarf stood at the bow, staring at the royal ship passing by.

Her white and tender ears moved slightly, as if she was listening to a voice that was enchanting.

Squinting his eyes in happiness.

……

On the other side, Dragonstone.

A sailboat flying the flag of Crow's Roost docked, and a group of people disembarked and landed on the island.

"This is Dragonstone?"

A tall, black-haired woman with a bow and arrow on her back looked around and murmured with emotion.

"This is my territory, you don't have to be so reserved."

Belron was wearing a black robe and walked forward on his own.

Compared to a month ago, the ten-year-old boy has grown a lot, both in his eyes and temperament.

The most obvious thing is the one-finger-long horizontal scar left on the left cheek.

It breaks the original childishness of the fair face and adds a bit of decisiveness and perseverance.

The dark-haired woman glanced at him and followed the prince silently.

Her name is Alysanne Blackwood, the sister of the former Earl of Raventree and the aunt of the current Earl of Benjico.

During the Battle of Nobleheart, she shot and killed several ironborn who had killed her brother Samwell.

Because of her long, thick, black curly hair, she was awarded the title of "Black Ali".

She is not pretty, her skin is neither white nor delicate, and her horse face and high cheekbones make her look mean.

But he happened to be an excellent archer and became the crown prince's bodyguard.

"Let's go, Ali."

Belron was silent, and every step he took on the beach was very strong.

……

Under the guidance of the Dragon Guards, the group bypassed the Stone Drum Tower and headed straight for the majestic and rocky Dragon Mountain.

Longshan, at the foot of the mountain.

The old dragon keeper looked miserable and asked again and again, "Prince, do you really want to live here forever?"

"Yes."

Baerlon said firmly, looking up at a smoking cave: "It doesn't matter if it's not here. I will keep waiting."

The old dragon keeper hunched over and patiently advised: "Vhagar is old and ugly. The young prince should choose a suitable dragon."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not an easy grandmother to persuade."

Baeron shook his head, his eyes proud: "I want it, this founding dragon that once fought alongside the Conqueror."

Helplessly, the old dragon tamer retreated in disappointment.

After ordering the dragon guards to patrol everywhere, Belron took out his dragon claws and cut down tree trunks to build a cabin.

"These should be handed over to the servants."

Hei Yali put down her bow and arrow and took the initiative to help pick up firewood.

"If I'm going to live here, I have to be self-sufficient."

Baeron swung his sword in a standard posture and turned back to remind: "Pick up your bow and arrow, we are not safe."

"Is there anyone who dares to attack the crown prince on Dragonstone?"

Hei Yali put one hand on her waist, as if she had heard a joke.

"You'll understand."

Baeron shook his head, showing no intention of explaining.

For several years, he did not dare to set foot on Dragonstone without his parents and siblings.

For no other reason.

There was a vengeful villain who had been plotting attacks on him all over the island.

At this moment, on the top of Longshan Mountain.

“Hiss~!”

A young dragon with black scales and scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes lay on the rocks on the top of the mountain, staring at the silver-haired boy's every move.

It's full of malice and you can feel it from quite a distance.

(End of this chapter)