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

Chapter 635 Blood Dragon Dance "I"

"Don't worry, there will always be a place for us to be useful."

Aemon was thoughtful and bumped into the thin shoulder with a smile.

Rhaena lowered her head hastily, hiding her emotions with her forehead.

"The Imperial Council is not what I am most worried about. After all, they are controlled by the royal family."

Rhaenyra rubbed her brows and said with a sense of loss: "Baeron is very brave, but I feel so upset that he is going to the battlefield alone."

In particular, I have been having sleepless nights in recent days.

After falling asleep, the child's crying kept echoing in her ears, almost crushing her heart like petals.

"So what are you considering?"

Xiaomei leaned over and stared at him.

The queen is a woman, and women are soft by nature and afraid of war.

With children on the battlefield, the worry grows day by day.

Rhaenyra thought seriously and said, "I think that if Essos is on the right track, we can bring Rhaegar back to take charge of the situation."

“You can support the bigger picture with just a little help.”

White Maggot Xiaomei frowned slightly.

"That's different." Rhaenyra murmured quietly, "I always feel that something big is going to happen, and the child's father must be present."

I couldn't help but close my eyes silently and relax my frowning brows.

Bai Gu Xiaomei looked thoughtful and said simply, "If you make a decision, I can send a raven to deliver the message for you."

The uncle and nephew of the God of Death were stationed on the continent of Essos, but the rebellion could not stop the wrath of Dragon Kiss.

It is also a good choice to withdraw at the right time.

"Okay, you write the letter."

Rhaenyra agreed wholeheartedly, took out several memorials from the drawer, and reviewed them: "Baelon's fleet is cruising in the Summer Sea, and all supplies must be transported from Lys and Tyrosh."

The two city-states have no leader and their efficiency needs to be improved.

Xiaomei, the white maggot, picked up her pen and finished writing the letter, and casually suggested: "Ravens are not as fast as dragons, and no one can control the order."

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her two children.

"You can't leave King's Landing. Lys needs someone to manage it."

White Maggot Xiaomei said eloquently: "With the arrival of a member of the royal family, Prince Belron can rest assured on the front line."

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to speak, then raised her hand to her rosy lips.

Who to send?
White Maggot Xiaomei analyzed step by step: "Prince Aegon is recovering from his injuries, Prince Aemond is missing, and the only one you can count on is the child you raised."

"Send me."

Aemon took the lead, his face surprisingly serious.

Being able to deliver messages to my father and manage the rear for my brother was exactly the task I had always dreamed of.

"I can go too."

Rhaena's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and it got lower and lower as she spoke: "The dawn is a little early, but it should be no problem to cross the strait."

White Maggot Xiaomei and Rhaenyra looked at each other, and the former said seriously, "The prince's dragon is now able to stand on its own."

He passed by Rhaena, unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

Renila extended her hand and brushed across the faces of the two children. Her eyes were as gentle as a pool of clear water, carefully examining every hair and pore.

"Let's all go."

He suddenly spoke, pulled the two children into his arms, and kissed each of them gently: "One will go to the other side of the Gorge, and the other will go to the Eagle's Nest in the Valley."

Rhaena looked up in surprise and pressed her cheek against the soft peak.

"Go to the Eyrie and look for Lady Jenny."

Rhaenyra pressed gently with her delicate fingers, and carefully instructed: "Tell her to send troops from Seagull Town to reinforce the war in Summer Sea."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

There was a mist in Rhaena's eyes, and her heart was as firm as iron.

"Okay, get ready quickly."

Rhaenyra's voice was gentle, and she released the two children.

While his adopted daughter was changing into her dragon riding suit, he called his second son Aemon to another room.

The king's palace.

It was bright day outside, but the light in the bedroom was dim.

Rhaenyra opened the curtains, and the sun shone on the silver-gold hair of mother and child.

Aemon stood at the door, waiting for his mother's instructions.

"Your dragon will be bigger and stronger, and the same journey will be longer and more dangerous."

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with nostalgia. She rubbed her second son's head like she had rubbed Rhaegar's head when he was a child, and repeatedly advised him: "You should go to Storm's End first, seek the support of Lady Maris, and look for your third uncle Aemond."

"I will."

Aemon nodded.

Rhaenyra continued, "Then I want you to go to Qohor to find your father and persuade him to return home in person."

As for the management of Tyrosh and Lys, it is not so important.

Aemon's thoughts turned, and he understood his mother's meaning.

The importance of the war is about to shift, and my father and uncles will become the main forces.

"Okay, let's stop here."

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and under the gaze of her second son, she took down the clan sword True Fire from the wall.

"Mother?"

Aemon perked up, having a premonition of something.

"Take it." Rhaenyra handed it over with both hands, her beautiful face softened. "Take your father's sword, and you will be an adult from now on."

Big things cannot be entrusted to children, but each of her children has the potential to be a dragon and a phoenix.

"I will not let this sword down."

Aemon was so excited that his hands trembled as he touched the scabbard.

In a series of clan swords, each one has its own meaning.

The black fire symbolizing royal power, the united dark sisters, the brave and fearless dragon claws...

The clan sword Zhenhuo, which is only inlaid with rubies, is praised by his father as "blood and fire".

It means "the beginning of the war".

"Take good care of this sword. It saved your father from danger."

Rhaenyra was filled with emotion, and her bare hands touched the Valyrian necklace around her snow-white neck.

First, he touched the dragon head pendant of Balerion on the left, and his fingertips paused slightly.

After dodging, he touched the Vhagar dragon head pendant on the right and silently clenched it.

The former was intended for her eldest son, and she liked the meaning of the latter very much.

Finally, Rhaenyra bit her teeth and took off the Meraxes dragon head pendant in the middle.

Under Aemon's surprised eyes, he found a chain and put it around the neck of his second son who was about to leave.

"Keep this space pendant as a reward for the mission."

Rainier was not stingy at all and wanted to arm her second son to the teeth.

Everything she has in the future will be left to her children, and now it is just an advance payment.

"This is a gift from your father." Imon touched the exquisite dragon head pendant, which still retained the warmth of his mother's body.

"It's yours now."

Rhaenyra held up her second son's face and kissed his left cheek, which looked like Rhaegar. She pursed her lips and said, "Go, and remember to feed your dragon."

Yimon was dizzy and walked out of the bedroom holding the real fire.

quite a while.

The king is in the sky.

"Hiss!!"

"Hiss..."

Two young dragons, one green and one light pink, flew out of the dragon cave and flapped their wings in opposite directions.

boom--

The green dragon was strong and swooped down from the high clouds. Its slender tail, like a scorpion needle, cut through the waves of the Blackwater Bay.

The sun gradually sets and a quiet atmosphere envelops the surrounding area.

Red Fort, open-air corridor.

Rhaenyra held the railing with both hands and watched the two dragons disappear in the distance.

The knuckles were clenched tightly and turned white, and the palms were covered with sweat.

All of them indicate that the heart is not at peace.

……

Kohor.

A dancing light green dragon soars in the sky, and its butterfly-like gray and white stripes blend perfectly into the dense forest.

"Come on, Moondancer."

Bernila pulled the saddle rope tight, urging the young dragon to fly.

"Hiss!"

Yuewu sang softly and rushed down from the sky, flying towards the huge city built on the mountain.

The wings fanned out a strong wind, rolling up the fallen leaves and entwining them.

The speed is very fast and the movements are as light as a swallow.

Before the sun set, the man and the dragon landed safely.

Benilla bit off her leather glove and strode towards the temple hall.

The rebellion in the Golden Wilderness has been basically quelled, and the only ones left are some insignificant small fry.

The king and cousin suddenly recalled him and he hurried back overnight.

"Dairen isn't back?"

Walking into the hall, Rega was busy placing flags everywhere on the sand table.

"He's still cleaning up the ends."

Benilla glanced at the sand table, which showed the towns and markets occupied by her family on the continent of Essos.

Suddenly, he held his head high with pride.

Compared to Darren rebuilding the villagers' homes and deploying war elephants to dig canals...

She prefers aggression and possession, and the glory of old Valyria.

"It seems like you guys get along well."

Rhaegar was in a very good mood. He pulled out a flag and stuck it on the territory of Pentos, muttering quietly: "The roads in the disputed lands are impassable, and they are not as developed as the Valyrian roads in Pentos."

Benila saw this and asked, "Do you want a thoroughfare that leads in all directions?"

She can go to war, preferably commanding an army.

"Of course." Rhaegar did not hide it and smiled immediately: "But not now."

Benilla was puzzled.

"Come and see."

Rhaegar waved his hand, his finger placed on the Summer Sea at the edge of the sand table, and said with a headache: "My eldest son is here, defeating the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom."

Good boy, you have some military acumen.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Benilla probed cautiously.

Compared to their difficult father, the sisters respected their always smiling cousin more from the bottom of their hearts.

A smile is not a sign of cowardice, and a cold face is not a weapon.

The former is heartwarming, while the latter is heartbreaking.

“It’s good, but not all good.”

Rhaegar taught him step by step, compared the Strait of the Sea with the Summer Sea, and warned him: "The kingdom needs more land to occupy. The continent of Sothoryos is too desolate."

According to his expectation, after suppressing the rebellion, he should summon his eldest son and second son to rush to the continent of Essos to cultivate the fertile land of the Golden Fields.

This kid, Baeron, did not play by the rules and rushed to the Basilisk Islands to start a war.

The war that had just died down reignited, only it shifted to the Summer Sea.

Benilla was very smart and asked bluntly: "Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

Rhaegar smiled slightly and said appreciatively, "Two things. Go to the Eyrie in the Vale and ask Jeyne to send troops from Gulltown to defend against the Bravs and Pentos."

"The second thing is to pull Aemon out of the gentle nest of King's Landing and place him behind the command of Tyrosh and Lys."

Benilla listened carefully and asked again, "Should I stay?"

She had her share of Tyrosh, and being with her fiancé was better than continuing to patrol the Forest of Qohor.

"what ever."

Rhaegar didn't care and thought, "But be careful on the road. I always have a bad feeling."

The bearded monk of Norvos, the nightmare of Dagger Lake...

Neither is a good sign.

"I understand." Without even taking a breath, Benila said happily, "I will definitely complete the task."

After saying that, he slung his backpack over his shoulders and strode out the door.

Rhaegar watched silently, hoping that this deployment was perfect enough.

……

The Forest of Qohor.

"Hiss!!"

The young dragon soared into the sky, and its light green scales blended into the forest and disappeared into the boundless wilderness.

"The first stop is Eagle's Nest."

Benila took out a piece of white paper and wrote down the route, then put it back into her backpack with satisfaction.

She is a cautious person and is afraid of missing any details.

After finishing the work, he dragged Aemon to his side.

Let’s see what else Damon has to say.

"Hiss!"

Yuewu seemed happy for the driver as he neighed and sped up, blowing away the fallen leaves around him.

(End of this chapter)