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

Chapter 637 Blood Dragon Dance "Part "

King's Landing, throne room.

"You are right, but the matter of marriage needs careful consideration."

In the dim hall, Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, bargaining with several royal ministers and bannermen.

"Your Majesty, Duke Leonor of Highgarden is young and promising, and a good match."

This is the old and frail Linman Bisbury.

Grand Maester Orville interrupted: "According to what you said, Count Leonor of Old Town is also very good."

"How can it be the same..."

In the flickering candlelight, the ministers argued with each other.

Viserys leaned against the Iron Throne, his hands resting on the armrests of the image of Wormithor, and closed his eyes drowsily.

He hasn't slept for three days.

The ministers were like chicken blood, wanting to repeat the old way of their grandfather Jaehaerys's many children marrying nobles.

But Rhaegar's children were decided by his own siblings, so how could he, as a father, interfere?

First trick the vassal's support into giving him/her the support, then pretend to be deaf and dumb to the rest.

As the night deepened, the old king fell asleep quietly.

The ministers are still arguing, and the dispute is escalating.

After all, who wouldn't want to marry a royal family member and obtain the noble bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon king?

“Huluhuhu~~”

Viserys was fast asleep, snoring softly.

until……

crackling——

There was a sudden sound of thunder outside the window, like the sound of a silver bottle breaking.

Viserys woke up suddenly, mumbling incoherently: "Water, lots of water..."

I suddenly woke up from the dream, my chest heaving violently, and my breathing became uneven.

It was a nightmare, a horrible, tormenting scene.

Viserys looked around, staring at Alec in a white robe, and asked hastily, "What time is it now?"

Alec glanced out the window, his face serious, "It's almost bat hour, and it's raining heavily in the city."

The water that Your Majesty was talking about in his sleep must be the sound of rain outside.

"Is that right?"

Viserys's face turned pale and he subconsciously tightened the things in his hands.

Stab it!

The index finger of his left hand hooked onto the fangs of the dragon's head armrest, suddenly cutting a tiny cut.

Viserys stared at the blood-oozing wound with wide eyes.

crackling——

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water vapor it stirred up covered King's Landing.

Acrylic looked out the window and silently closed the curtains: "I hope the prince is safe."

The bodyguards could not ride dragons and could only stay in King's Landing and wait.

……

The patter...

Heavy rain fell, and dark clouds rolled in with flashes of lightning.

Storm's End, front yard.

Aemon, wearing a red cloak, ran out of the castle in the heavy rain.

"Prince, please stay for one night."

Several guards followed behind, trying to retain the prince who was leaving in a bad mood.

"No! I can't serve Lady Maris."

Aemon quickened his pace, the rain wet his golden and silver hair, making his vision a little blurry.

"Hiss!"

The trickster huddled under the rain, waiting for his angry driver.

Not long after the man and the dragon arrived, heavy rain began to fall in Storm's End, which was always shrouded in dark clouds.

It's really hard to predict what's going on.

Aemon walked closer, patted the dark green scales wet by the rain with his palms, and whispered in his ear: "Follow the instructions later, you liar."

He couldn't stay in this filthy castle for a moment.

Riding a dragon in the rain is somewhat risky.

"Hiss!"

The trickster shook the dragon's head, bent over and exposed its back, signaling the rider to ride it.

It is not an ordinary dragon and can come and go freely even in the eye of a storm.

"Good job, you liar."

Aemon took one last look at the open hall of Storm's End and gagged.

Damn old woman!
A lowly copper-smelting bitch!
He was ordered to gather the fleet and support his brother in the battle on the Summer Sea.

By the way, look for your uncle One-Eye Emond.

Unexpectedly, they were talking fine at the beginning, but their expression changed immediately when their uncle was mentioned.

After he urged her several times, the other party actually put forward rude conditions.

Maris sat on the throne in the hall of Storm's End, naturally spread her legs, and said condescendingly: "Lift up your skirt and satisfy me with your mouth. The army of Stormland is at your disposal."

"Pooh!"

Yimon was indignant and kept cursing: "Damn old woman, she only cares about us brothers."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the freezing cold rain washed over my skin.

Aemon shuddered, then climbed onto the dragon's back swiftly. He said, "Let's go to Duskfall Hall on the Isle of Tarth. They won't reject a Targaryen named Aemon."

At that time, Prince Aemon, the heir of the Centenary King, was accidentally killed by a Tyrosh assassin while supporting the Earl of Naath Island in his fight against the pirates of the Three Kingdoms.

Storm's End is not far from Dusk's End, so the man and the dragon can have a place to rest.

"Hiss!"

The liar blinked his vertical pupils and flapped his wings impatiently to fly high into the sky.

As it flew, its slender dragon tail, like a scorpion's needle, hummed and swayed as it moved steadily and quickly through the rain.

……

Over Broken Ship Bay, sky above.

Rumbling--

Thunder roared, and heavy rain and strong winds covered the sky and the earth.

"Hiss!"

A dark green young dragon spread its wings and flew. Although its vertical pupils could not tell the direction, it still flew straight forward without any error.

"A-choo, A-choo~~"

Imon sneezed twice, rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and couldn't help complaining: "My brother and Maeka can get a lot of responses, but why did they almost fail here?"

What a shameless bitch. She slept with her uncle One-Eye Emond and now wants to touch him.

Simply wishful thinking.

"What do you think, you liar?" Aemon patted the dragon's back and said to himself, "Isn't it unfair?"

The trickster didn't respond, but increased his speed anxiously, glancing at an area from time to time with his vertical pupils.

"What's wrong with you, you liar?"

Aemon keenly sensed that something was wrong and turned around to search.

But human vision is only a few dozen meters, and visibility is even lower on a cloudy day.

Dark clouds were vaguely visible, and the sounds of raindrops beating and waves surging filled my ears.

"Hiss!!"

The Trickster suddenly tensed up, flapped his wings and flew low, hissing a warning.

Iemon's face changed slightly and he clenched the handles of the saddle with both hands.

There were water stains on my cheeks, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or cold sweat.

The dragon's nervousness was transmitted, causing his heart to start beating faster.

The trickster almost glided along the waves, skillfully avoiding every reef and heading in the predetermined direction.

"Faster."

Aemon squinted his eyes, and the hazy outline of Naath Island appeared in his sight.

As long as we get to Mulin Hall, everything will be safe.

crackling——

In an instant, a flash of red lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the rainy night as bright as day.

Aemon turned hastily.

"Hiss!!"

A huge light silver dragon flew through the rolling dark clouds and roared towards this side.

Regardless of the patter of rain, Imon's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Haiyan!"

The true appearance of the slightly white dragon shadow is the sea mist that has been wandering all year round.

Seeing this, Yimon breathed a sigh of relief and said with assurance: "It's okay."

Haiyan is docile in nature and will not attack.

The voice just fell.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A loud crack of thunder fell, accompanied by the roar of a mad and angry beast that echoed continuously.

"Hiss!!"

Haiyan screamed in panic, blood flowing from one of its wings, and it lowered its body and dived.

Before Aemon could react, he was dizzy from the roar.

next moment.

A craggy monster as pale as marble broke through the clouds, flapped a pair of tattered, broad fleshy wings, and quickly and fiercely caught up with the wounded dragon.

click-

The pale shadow opened its huge, smelly mouth and bit Sea Smoke's bleeding wings fiercely, crushing scales and bones with its sharp fangs.

Haiyan suddenly let out a scream, her body flying and falling, but one of her shoulder blades was bitten tightly.

The pale shadow shook its head violently back and forth, trying to tear the wings off.

"Dragon Flame!"

At the critical moment, a burst of orange-yellow dragon flame gushed out.

boom--

The dragon flame hit the dragon head of the pale shadow, and the firelight also illuminated the terrifying appearance of the pale wild dragon.

A skinny body, wings full of holes, and a ferocious mouth that is always drooling.

"Ah! What monster?"

Imon was startled; he had never seen such a strange appearance.

Uglier than a skinny, tacky sheep thief.

Even more vicious than the glutton with coal-black, pale green vertical pupils.

Full of twisted absurdity.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale wild dragon let go of Haiyan in pain, and its pair of scarlet vertical pupils stared at the young dragon not far away, and instantly it spewed out a pale dragon flame like fireworks.

"Get out of the way, you liar!"

Aemon pulled the saddle rope tight and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

The trickster was one step ahead, and his dragon tail, like a scorpion needle, swayed gently, then he leaned back to get out of the range of the pale dragon flame.

"Well done."

Yimon's hair was disheveled. He took the time to glance at Haiyan who was screaming repeatedly, and was a little undecided.

Haiyan's wings were injured, and if she were to leave it behind, she would definitely not be able to escape from the wild dragon's mouth.

But what if...

When the trickster pulled away, Aemon took a closer look at the pale wild dragon, his brows furrowed into a lump.

This wild dragon, suspected to be a dragon-eating species, is quite large, about twice as big as Haiyan.

It is about eighty meters long and is of similar size to Silver Wing and Korakshu.

The strange thing is that this wild dragon exudes an aura of decadence and death, and does not look like a giant dragon in its prime.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale wild dragon did not give the other party a chance to hesitate, and roared as it rushed towards the bold young dragon.

"Remember what I said? You're a liar."

Aemon's breath hitched, and he secretly tightened the saddle buckle one notch.

Now it is no longer a question of whether to fight or not.

But the idea is to stop the other party from killing Haiyan and see if he can escape revenge.

"Hiss!"

The trickster roared, his muscular body tensed up, and orange flames flowed out of his dragon's mouth.

Bloodlines don’t lie.

It is a dragon trained for battle and is not afraid of enemies stronger than itself.

"Good boy, follow me!"

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he pulled the saddle rope to change direction.

The trickster took immediate action, disappearing into the murky sea fog.

boom--

Pale white dragon flames descended from the sky, chasing the fleeing man and dragon.

"Be careful, you're a liar."

Aemon's heart was pounding as he climbed onto the silver saddle and looked around.

He remembered that there was a rocky cliff in Shipbreaker Bay that was only large enough for young dragons to pass through.

It is not advisable to fight with force, and running away can easily lead to disaster.

Neither King's Landing nor Dragonstone has sufficient defense force, and rashly bringing back wild dragons would result in deaths.

Then find a natural barrier and use his photographic memory and talent for deception to get rid of it.

(End of this chapter)