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

Chapter 639: Burning Wind's Rest Castle

A day and night passed.

King's Landing.

"Hiss-"

In the early morning, a huge monster as black as coal flew over Blackwater Bay and across the sky above the kingdom's capital.

Wherever the pitch-black wings passed, the smell of ash spread unbridled.

It seemed as if it was about to bring down destruction at any moment, or as if it was suppressing endless anger.

Red Fort.

The attendants were in a hurry and the guards were silent.

stomping on...

A sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and every step felt like stepping on an iron plate.

The commander of the King's Guard, Ilic, was standing guard at the door of the King's bedroom. When he saw the person coming, he said in panic, "Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty!……"

The scholars, princes and ministers who were surrounding the door all bowed their heads and saluted in a reserved manner.

creak-

Rhaegar looked gloomy and pushed open the closed door.

"Father~~"

The two boys stood inside the door and spoke with tears in their eyes and choked.

It was Baeron and Meka who rushed back after hearing the news.

Rhaegar had seen Baelon's face, which was very similar to his own. He couldn't help but think of Aemon, who looked 70% similar to him. His Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Get out."

There are more than two half-grown children in the bedroom, and you don’t need two children to discuss important matters.

"Father, Grandfather is sick."

Maika glanced towards the bedroom quietly and spoke quietly.

"Yeah." Rhaegar nodded slightly and waved his hand.

The two children looked at each other, opened the door and went out.

Rhaegar drew aside the beaded curtains of his bedroom, and a host of familiar faces came into view.

The father lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by Renis, Corliss, and Helena...

"Rega..."

Viserys turned pale. Looking at his eldest son's frosty face, he felt guilty and couldn't help crying.

The tragedy happened because he failed to take good care of his grandson.

Rhaegar had a complicated look in his eyes, as he didn't see Rhaenyra in the crowd.

"His Majesty."

Grand Secretary Orwell walked by and whispered, "The old king is overly worried. Please control your emotions."

Rhaegar moved his lips and closed his eyes, signaling him to leave.

He is very tired.

He was so exhausted from the inside out that he didn't even bother to say a word.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for the tragedy at Shipwreck Cove."

Corliss stepped forward hesitantly and said solemnly: "Valaryon is ready to respond to your call at any time."

After saying that, he patted the king on the shoulder and walked away with heavy steps.

He also watched the child grow up and named him after his father-in-law.

If the tragedy had not happened, he would have been his granddaughter-in-law in the future.

Rhaegar didn't even open his eyes, silence was his only response.

Rhaenys arrived with her husband and embraced her nephew with open arms, sighing, "The gods are always cruel, taking important people away from us."

Rhaegar opened his eyes silently, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

After the Uncrowned Queen, who felt the same way, walked out the door, Helena, with a complicated expression, stepped forward silently.

Helena hung her head, a trace of helplessness remaining on her pretty face.

Who could have thought that an accident would happen to a child just performing a simple task.

"Where have you been, Rhaenyra?"

Rhaegar brushed his hand across the other's silver hair and asked in a hoarse voice.

He is not the only saddest person.

"exist……"

Helena raised her head and looked toward the coast outside the window with her purple eyes.

……

Stormlands, coast.

A group of fishermen gathered on the beach, shouting and pulling the fishing nets.

"It's Long Yi!"

“Really wings…”

The fishermen were talking to each other, their faces showing fear.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a low dragon roar resounded through the sky, and a giant topaz-colored dragon swooped down from the sky.

Boom——

Syrax landed on the ground with a bang, his feet raised up a blanket of sand, and his flapping dragon wings stirred up a strong wind.

The fishermen were terrified and fled in a panic, shouting "dragon".

A streak of silver hair climbed up from the dragon's back and slid down one of the dragon's wings nimbly.

He staggered over to the newly salvaged fishing net.

The fine net was wet, with a dark green dragon wing trapped inside, and the flesh and blood at the wound had turned white.

puff-

He knelt on the ground, tore open the fishing net with his calloused hands, and took out a red cloak.

It was Aemon's cloak, hooked on the short fingers of the dragon's forelimbs.

"Hiss!!"

Syracuse prostrated himself on the ground, letting out a long, melodious howl, but it was unable to conceal the extreme sorrow of the driver.

boom--

Pairs of dark wings covered the sky, and strong winds overturned the fishing boats anchored on the shore.

"Woo..."

Rhaenyra's eyes were red and swollen. She turned around and saw the tall figure coming towards her. She sobbed incoherently: "The cloak, his..."

After searching for her child for several days and nights, she was so overwhelmed with worry that she almost became speechless.

"I know, I know."

Rhaegar took one step at a time, wanting only to hold the other in his arms.

"Aemon~"

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with tears, and she held up her cloak and shook her head.

Her child, her firstborn.

Rhaenyra couldn't accept it. She looked at the red cloak soaked in sea water and hugged it tightly in her arms.

In order to find a familiar atmosphere.

"Don't be sad, they all have to pay the price."

Rhaegar's eyes were red, and he held Rhaenyra tightly in his arms.

Only after feeling the warm body did my cold hands and feet regain consciousness.

In his rigid brain, images other than fire and death appeared.

Rhaenyra sobbed softly, buried her head in his strong arms, and bit her lip: "My child is gone!"

"I know."

Rhaegar rested his chin on the snow-white neck that was streaked with tears, and gave strength to the one in his arms with a sonorous voice: "That is my child too."

After saying this, he slightly tilted his head and gazed at the towering castle standing in the distance on the coast.

……

into the night.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, not a single star could be seen. Storm's End, Great Hall.

"Your Majesty, it's a pity about that accident. I believe the fishermen have salvaged something."

Maris, wearing a black dress, walked down from the throne with a nervous look on her face.

Tick~
A drop of water dripped through the gap in the door, which seemed to be the trace of the heavy rain a few days ago.

"His Majesty……"

Maris' voice was mournful and her eyes were as red and swollen as two walnuts.

No one answered in the empty hall.

Rhaegar stood alone in the hall, quietly observing the ancient castle that had been built over the years.

Look east and west.

Not a word was said, not a single unnecessary expression was shown.

He looked at it again and again, as if he wanted to engrave this ancient hall in his mind.

Maris didn't understand why, but she was really scared.

After mustering up his courage for a long time, he opened his mouth and was about to speak: "Your Majesty, I really..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a hand waved out to interrupt.

Maris immediately shut up and looked at him pleadingly.

"Ma'am." Rhaegar's eyes were calm as he asked calmly, "Is this the castle where my son was driven away?"

"no no!"

Maris was horrified and danced with fear at the king's first sentence.

She didn't drive the child away; the child wanted to leave on his own accord.

It was definitely not her, and she was definitely not driven away.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to him and continued, "My son is gone, and my family is no longer together."

"Your Majesty, it really wasn't me."

Maris fell to her knees with a thud, tears streaming down her eyes.

"that's not important."

Rhaegar glanced at him and said softly, "I hope your family can be reunited."

Immediately, regardless of Maris's attempts to keep him, he walked out of the castle gate.

crackling——

As soon as I went out, a bolt of lightning struck the night sky.

Rhaegar raised his head and saw dark clouds gradually rolling in, as if a heavy rain was pouring down.

Several guards stood on either side, their legs trembling as they lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar, as loud as thunder, suddenly appeared, like a drum hammer that shattered the dark clouds.

The guards turned their heads quietly.

Outside the tall city walls, a coal-black behemoth stood majestically, its thick neck covering the highest spire of the castle.

At this moment, his pair of eerie green vertical pupils were wide open, emitting an aura of brutality that was difficult to conceal.

This all-consuming hostility is affected by the driver's emotional ups and downs.

Not long after.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back, riding the dark dragon into the sky and into the thick dark clouds with lightning and thunder.

……

The beach during the day is cold and lonely at night.

The patter...

The rain fell with a crackling sound, stirring the golden sand into mud.

A giant black dragon stood on the shore, its ferocious head looking towards Storm's End, its sharp fangs rubbing against each other.

Rhaegar stood before the dragon, his purple eyes fixed on the green torches that lit up the night sky.

In the rainy night, there was a roar of something huge collapsing, mixed with faint wails of despair.

boom--

A gust of wind swept in from behind, and the stench of dragon and sheep wafted into my nose.

“Hiss!”

The sheep thief landed on the ground, and the shriveled dragon head looked even uglier after being soaked in the rain.

"elder brother."

Aemond turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, running quickly to the beach, looking out at Storm's End which was burned to the ground.

The green flame is like a tarsal body, and it will burn until the last moment if it sticks to stone or steel.

The heavy rain that stirred up the mist became the tragic soundtrack of the green flames.

"You came."

Rhaegar tilted his head slightly, not feeling surprised.

"You burned Storm's End!?"

Aemond's one eye opened wide, and he felt a chill all over his body.

That is the Baratheon family's castle, and Maris, Elena, and Flores are all in it.

"I thought you were afraid to show up."

Lei Jia looked him up and down and sneered, "Everyone who has anything to do with my son's death will have to pay the corresponding price."

If that stupid woman hadn't driven Aemon out of Storm's End, nothing would have happened next.

What's the point of keeping a duke family with such a long-term marriage?

Emond's pupils shrank, and he said with difficulty: "This has nothing to do with me. I didn't know my nephew passed by here."

That was the child he had watched grow up, and he always followed him around with admiring eyes.

Even when he wanted to support his sister's child, he never thought of hurting anyone.

"I know."

Rhaegar said this for the third time today, his attitude was cold: "Otherwise you have no right to see me."

Aemond secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards his brother tentatively.

The woman threatened me to marry her, and the quarrel occurred because I didn't agree.

He stayed in Stonehelm that night, and if he hadn't left...

boom--

Rhaegar grabbed the other's long silver hair and bumped his forehead against his. His face suddenly darkened. "Where were you that night? You know my son was looking for you everywhere."

"Brother, we should think more about how to take revenge."

Aemond stiffened his neck, his one eye flickering with regret.

"The war isn't over yet!"

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to him and suppressed his anger, saying, "My son looked for you before he was killed, but you treated him the way he did. You failed me and my son."

If Aemond hadn't been causing trouble at Storm's End, there would be no need for a child to travel in the rain.

"I will be the vanguard and avenge my nephew."

Aemond almost shouted, "Storm's End must burn. The Iron Islands and the Basilisk Islands must burn."

"Remember what you said."

Rhaegar released his grip on the hair and said contemptuously, "Go to where you belong."

Aemond took a few steps back in embarrassment and walked towards the sheep thief huddled in the rain with a sullen face.

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief raised up the shriveled dragon head and rushed high into the sky carrying the returning driver.

On a rainy night, only one man and one dragon were left alone again.

Rhaegar said nothing and took out the dragon's horn, which was as black as night.

Among the many dragon-shaped runes on the surface of the horn, one of the green dragon patterns gradually faded.

"Aemon, is he still alive?"

As a father, Rhaegar felt inexplicably palpitating.

If you want to see someone alive, you want to see their corpse if they die.

Once the Storm Land is incorporated into the royal territory, more people will be sent to search for it.

(End of this chapter)