Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 19 Prince Ranger—Daemon

 “Let’s wait and see.”

Xiliu folded his hands indifferently.

　　It turns out that a superb swordsman’s vision is vicious enough.

Within five minutes, Shillong's swing of the sword was greatly reduced and the pointless pursuit stopped.

 The Dornish youth grinned, knowing that the time to fight back had come.

The style of play was the same as in the previous battle with Bart, changing positions around Shillong and stabbing the spear at a distance.

Silon raised his sword to defend, but there were always times when the enemy was dense and sparse.

The Dornish youth made an insidious feint to seduce Shillong to attack.

At the moment when he was about to succeed, the young man from Dorne made a backhand move with a golden rooster and three nods, blinding one of Silon's eyes.

 “Ah! I give up and stop the duel!”

Knowing that the situation was over, Shillong endured the severe pain and yelled "stop" in humiliation, losing his determination to continue fighting with his opponent.

Bart’s mistakes were too terrible, and he didn’t want to follow them.

As Shillon surrendered, the Dornish youth became even more arrogant, showing off their taunts crazily and not taking the other knights seriously.

 He came here just to slap these noble gentlemen in the face.

 As for the consequences?

 Haha, since he dares to come, he will naturally have something to rely on.

On the high platform, Viserys stared horribly at the Dornish young man beating his chest with both hands, his knuckles holding the armrests of the chair turning white.

 “Damn the Dornish, go find a mighty knight and kill him!”

 He gave orders to Leonor.

 “No problem, Your Majesty.”

Leonor did not dare to say anything and went backstage to look for a knight who could defeat the Dornish people.

There are many contestants signing up for the tourney, and the Dornish people will not be proud for long.

 …

In the corner, Rhaegar turned around with an ugly expression, not wanting to see the monkey-like yelling and acting wild in the audience.

"Don't be angry. That Dornish boy is very skilled and smart. Most people can't fight him."

Xiliu talked eloquently.

"I know that there are so many warriors in the kingdom that the guy below will be defeated sooner or later."

Rhaegar spoke firmly.

 “Yes, every powerful warrior has his own unique fighting style.”

Xiliu's voice changed: "If I were to face that Dornish boy, the best way would be to show weakness to the enemy, use a weakness to allow the opponent to attack first, and seize the opportunity to defend and counterattack."

Rhaegar looked at him with a strange expression: "What, you want to play?"

“A wandering swordsman will not draw his sword easily unless he finds a reasonable reason to draw it.”

Hiriu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Rhaegar meaningfully.

 “What do you want, to apply for a job as a dance teacher in the Red Fort?”

Rhaegar was not surprised that the other party showed his fox tail.

Xiliu knelt down on one knee and said sincerely: "If the prince is willing, Xiliu can stay in the Red Castle as a dance teacher."

"Why?"

 “There’s no reason, I just thought I’d do it.”

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and said: "This reason is not good. I don't dare to leave a dangerous person in my home."

Hearing this, Shiliu pondered for a moment and replied: "You are the eldest son of King Viserys I and the legal heir to the Iron Throne. Your identity and potential are worthy of my allegiance."

“This is a good reason, but it still lacks sincerity.”

Rhaegar still distrusted him and warned: "One more thing, the heir to the Iron Throne is my sister. I have no intention of competing with her for that position. No one should try to sow discord between our siblings."

 After saying that, Rhaegar turned and walked away without even looking at Shiliu.

This man appeared too suddenly, and he deliberately approached him from the beginning.

　　Showing extraordinary skills in grabbing pastries, and precise vision in the duel.

 Everything is highlighting the value to him.

 It's a pity that he exposed his purpose too early.

 Do you really think Rhaegar is a child who doesn’t understand anything?



 “Low-end means, sinister intentions, if I see Shiliu again in the future, I will be taken directly into the dungeon.”

As he walked towards Rhaenyra's position, Rhaegar complained angrily to Ilic.

 “Yes, Prince.”

Elic nodded in agreement, with a slightly hesitant look on his face. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Rhaegar asked curiously: "What's the matter, sir?"

"As the prince said, Shiliu's methods are too crude and do not match the wisdom of a superb swordsman."

　　Ilik raised doubts.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed: "A good swordsman is not necessarily a good bachelor."

Having said that, he still paid a little attention.

Ever since the news of his recovery spread out, the situation in King's Landing has changed.

　　From urging the princess Rhaenyra to marry.

 When it comes to discussing the fact that Rhaegar was favored by the white deer that symbolizes royal power, he has the talent of a king.

I believe that it won’t be too long before some ministers lose their composure and suggest that the king revoke Rhaenyra’s qualification as heir and instead appoint his eldest son Rhaegar.

 Learn from Ilic the reason why Viserys banned Rhaegar for half a year.

I just don’t want Rhaegar to receive too much criticism, which will affect his ambition and be tempted by unscrupulous people.

Rhaegar had no objection to this and accepted his father's kindness.

 Maybe it’s because you are too young.

Rhaegar didn't care much about the qualifications of the heir to the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra has been the heir for several years, why should he step in and steal something he doesn't value.

 “Hiss…ga…”

 Suddenly, a strange roar came from a distance.

Rhaegar raised his head and his expression changed instantly.

 I saw a huge scarlet figure appearing in the sky, approaching from far to near over the competition field.

 Sharp horns, a slender neck like a snake, broad and powerful red wings...

 “That’s a dragon!”

Rhaegar subconsciously exhaled, looking up at the flying dragon intently.

 The arrival of the dragon attracted more than just Rhaegar to discover.

 The audience was swept away by the powerful wind whipped up by the dragon's wings. Their hair was blown wildly and they couldn't open their eyes.

　　Many ladies’ skirts were accidentally blown up, which was a feast for the eyes of the gentlemen next to them.

 The scene immediately took a turn for the worse, and the crowd screamed and shouted, trying to escape from the shadow of the dragon.

 “Quiet, this is the dragon of House Targaryen, the king is with you, don’t panic, don’t run around!”

At this moment, a thick and powerful shout sounded, suppressing the panic in everyone's hearts.

That was a strong old man with white beard and white hair.

Captain of the Kingsguard—Harold Westerling.

Beside him is the king sitting firmly on the high platform.

At this time, Viserys looked as usual, looking at the dragon calmly, showing off the temperament of a king.

 The moment they saw the king, everyone seemed to take a piece of reassurance, and the noisy scene eased a lot.

 The brief panic passed, and sanity gradually returned.

 Many people saw the appearance of the giant dragon clearly and exclaimed.

 “This dragon is Coraxio, Prince Daemon’s dragon!”

“Yes, it’s Corakxiu. I have fought alongside Prince Daemon, and I will never admit my mistake.”

“Look, there’s someone on the dragon’s back, it’s Prince Daemon…”

Colakxiu roared excitedly when his name was called, and red dragon flames mixed with thick black smoke were sprayed out from the dragon's snout.

 With countless people watching, Korakxiu circled the arena three times.

 It wasn’t until the figure on the dragon’s back gave the order that the giant dragon slowly landed on the duel field.

As soon as Korakxiu landed on the ground, he looked greedily at the arrogant Dornish youth, stretched out his snake-like neck, and sprayed hot water from his nostrils.

 “Honored…honored…Prince Daemon…”

Facing a giant dragon that chooses people to devour, the young Dornish man was almost frightened out of his wits.

He kept shivering and retreated, and in a panic, he saluted and said hello to the people on the dragon's back.

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NOTE: Damon’s appearance must be more up-to-date, and the knight errant prince cannot be left out in the cold.

 (End of this chapter)