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

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan fell to the ground, spread his wings widely, stretched his neck and roared around.

The nobles who were watching had already gathered at the entrance of the camp. They were indiscriminately intimidated by Yang Yan, and they distanced themselves in panic.

If you delay it for a while longer, it may turn into chaos.

Ignoring Boros's yelling, Rhaegar said coldly: "Aegon, watch your dragon."

The plan did not require Sunfire to demonstrate to the loyal nobles, Aegon was making his own decisions.

"Tch, Yang Yan is very honest."

Aegon was dismissive and verbally urged Yang Yan to be quiet.

Yang Yan remained unmoved, his golden body shaking back and forth, showing his majesty with the light pink wing membrane.

Royce protected the lord and mocked: "Your Highness Rhaegar, it seems that your dragon is indeed very disobedient."

Boros had a solemn face and roared repeatedly: "I must seek justice from the king!"

Lei Jia faced each other coldly, his eyes flashed with cold light.

Under the cold confrontation, the surrounding air seemed to drop to subzero.

Helena and Darren in the sky also saw something was wrong, and landed on the dragon one after another, riding on the dragon's back helplessly.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan was still making trouble, and the Dragon Kiss even overflowed with golden dragon flames, shaking his head and showing off.

Rhaegar stared closely at Boros who kept shouting, turned his back to Aegon and said coldly: "Aegon, you want me to repeat what I said a second time?"

Aegon also saw that something was not good at this time, and hurriedly pulled Yang Yan and said in a panic: "Yang Yan, calm down!"

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan seemed not to have heard anything, his vertical pupils flashed with arrogance, and he crawled towards the camp entrance on his hands and knees, raising his head and roaring angrily.

Judging from its posture, it seemed that Rhaegar, who was scolding the driver, was regarded as an enemy.

Feeling the smelly hot wind coming from behind, Lei Jia turned his head coldly and faced the unruly Yang Yan.

call--

Yang Yan licked his nose, proudly spread his wings, and shrouded Rhaegar in shadow in front of him.

It seems to have forgotten the fear of being almost eaten by a glutton.

In full view of everyone, one man and one dragon faced off.

"Aegon, tell Yang Yan to go away!" Helena exclaimed.

Aegon jumped off the saddle, grabbed Yang Yan's back scales, and said anxiously: "Yang Yan, please be honest."

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan shook his body, seeming to be annoyed with the driver who said something he didn't mean, and roared again at Rhaegar beneath him.

What's more, the dragon's head kept approaching, revealing its ferocious staggered teeth, as if it was planning to hunt.

Lei Jia's face darkened, green dragon patterns appeared in his eyes, he raised a palm and shouted: "Yang Yan, get down!!"

The words spoken were High Valyrian, but mixed with a certain special tone.

As soon as the words came out, the palm of his hand ignited with flames, condensing into a dragon-shaped crest.

In an instant, the cruelty in Yang Yan's vertical pupils faded away, and instead a touch of fear arose, and the golden body trembled.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan screamed, quickly stepped back on his hind legs, and flapped his wings in panic to take off.

It ran away without hesitation, as if it was being chased by a ferocious beast.

"No no no! Stop it!"

Aegon was not chained, and the dragon beneath him suddenly rose into the air. He was thrown off the dragon's back without a firm grip.

Fortunately, it was not high from the ground. Aegon fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to the open space for cushioning.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan could no longer care about the driver, soared at low altitude in a panic, and disappeared into the dense royal forest.

This scene fell in the eyes of the crowd and almost shocked their jaws.

What did they see?

The prince ignited a flame in his hand and drove away a dragon that was about to lose control!

"elder brother!"

Helena shouted, quickly slipped off Meng Huo's back, and ran to Rhaegar worriedly.

Daeron also climbed off the dragon's back, told Theselion to leave the camp, and followed on his short legs.

Rhaegar looked around, taking in the surprise of the onlookers, and felt calm inside.

The drinking retreat technique from the "Forbidden Spell" he just used.

It is usually used by a driver on a tamed dragon, or by a dragon hunter to drive away a young dragon.

Under normal circumstances, the prohibition spell is not so powerful that it can scare away the masterful Yang Yan.

But he and Gluttony possess the relic blessing of [Knight's Oath], and they can skillfully use Glutton's dragon power to suppress them at the life level.

His voice aroused Yang Yan's fear of gluttons, fearing that he would be preyed upon, and even the driver would run away.

Holding down the heads of Helena and Daeron who ran to him, Rhaegar looked back at the stunned Bolos.

Seeing the panic in the other person's eyes, Rega sighed softly and said calmly: "What kind of justice do you want to ask for?"

"Hiss-"

At this moment, the glutton fell from the sky, and its huge dark body shrouded the sky over the camp.

But it didn't land, it just glanced at Boros manically, then turned and chased deep into the royal forest.

Bolos was stunned, staring blankly at the glutton's retreating back, stumbling nervously: "No, that's not the case."

He realized it completely.

The so-called royal forest hunting was really held to punish him.

Rega pursed his lips and smiled: "Very good, I will receive you to visit my father."

It's enough to show off one's power, but enough is enough.

Rhaegar took the hands of Helena and Daeron and led the two Kingsguard back the way they came.

Along the way, the nobles gathered on both sides of the camp had glaring eyes, wishing they could see a hole in Rega's face.

There is fanaticism, fear, awe in these eyes...

Various.

Generally speaking, fear is greater than fanaticism, and awe is greater than fear. On the contrary, there is more worship of the strong.

"Prince Rhaegar!..."

"Young Dragon King!..."

I don't know who started it, but the nobles cheered with all their strength, and the applause resounded throughout the camp, and the titles and prefixes they had received were revealed one by one.

Rhaegar's expression did not change, and he glanced at both sides of the camp calmly, accepting the cheers of the nobles calmly.

These people are his subjects.

When passing by the clearing, Aegon was being helped up by Aemond, grinning and wailing.

The voice was full of energy, and at first glance it seemed like nothing was wrong.

He glanced at it and ignored it.

…

It was past noon.

Bolos changed out of his dirty clothes stained with mud and water, and led the family into the main tent fearfully.

As soon as he entered the door, five figures kneeling on the ground came into view.

As soon as Boros opened his eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

These five people were all men dressed as nobles, and he recognized them all.

It was the lords of several families who refused to provide materials and applied for remuneration from the treasury in advance.

Boros tremblingly crossed the five people and glanced back and forth inside the tent.

Viserys sat at the head of the throne, accompanied by several of his ministers.

Apart from that, only Rhaenys, Daemon and a few of the king's heirs remained.

The idlers and others have been invited out.

"Your Majesty, Baratheon sends his regards."

Boros bowed his head and saluted, no longer as arrogant as when he came.

Viserys glanced at him and ignored him.

He moved his hips and his eyes fell on the four girls behind Boros.

The four girls are quite different in age. The two eldest are about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the two younger ones are only four or five years old.

"Aegon, come out."

Viserys looked bad and called out to Aegon, who was in the corner with his head downcast.

Then he looked at the four girls from the Baratheon family and showed a kind smile: "I have something to discuss with your father. You go out with my children first."

Turning his face again, Viserys waved his hand in disgust: "Aegon, take some younger brothers and sisters and go out."

He heard what just happened.

It's really embarrassing that you can't even control your own dragon.

"Yes, father."

Aegon agreed and walked out of the tent with his head lowered.

Having lost so much face, Yang Yan didn’t know where he had flown.

He really wanted to find a brothel to vent his anger.

The four Baratheon girls followed Aegon with their heads lowered at the signal of their mother Elena.

They were deeply frightened by the dragons when they entered the camp.

Seeing the gentle Lady Elena, Viserys paused and said, "Lady Elena, you can go down too."

The word "we" is used, so Elena is not the only one who left.

Except for the royal minister, Rhaenys, and Daemon, all the family members accompanied him.

Rhaenyra touched Rhaegar's hand, her clear eyes seemed to speak.

Rhaegar understood the meaning, glanced vaguely at the ministers, nodded to his father, and followed Rhaenyra out.

He had done enough today.

Just leave the matter of beating Boros to your father.

Rhaegar stepped out, and Viserys then threw a stack of paper, hit Boros on the head hard, and scolded: "Look at these vassals of yours, the fiefdom has not caused disaster at all, but they refuse to provide building materials!"

In a month, more or less the real situation of several noble territories was collected.

From a distance, one could hear Boros's panicked explanation.

Soon, five bloody heads were hung on pillars in the camp for public display.

The execution was carried out by Bolos himself in public.

Blood splattered all over his head and face, staining his luxurious clothes again.

…

the other side.

Allison and other women entertained Mrs. Elena and took her to the women's party tent.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked side by side, attracting hot looks from many noble ladies and ladies.

Halfway through, Rhaenyra pouted and refused to take him with her.

Afraid of being noticed by those hungry ladies.

Rhaegar did everything he could, and he just didn't want to be among women with pungent perfumes.

He turned around and walked toward the bachelor's camp surrounding the main tent.

Not a few steps away, Rhaegar arrived at the door of the camp.

Through the blocked door curtain, Rhaegar could still clearly hear someone talking inside.

Opening the curtain and walking in, a gray-robed bachelor with dark skin and short haircut appeared.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Seeing Rhaegar enter, the gray-robed maester was flattered and put down the herbs in hand to salute.

"Get up, Orvel." Rhaegar waved.

Ovel wiped the medicine foam on his hands and said respectfully: "Yes, Prince."

Rega glanced at the table in front of him, which contained various herbs and equipment, and asked casually: "Are you wary of herbalism and medicine?"

If he remembered correctly, Orville was the assistant of Grand Maester Melos and had been involved in the treatment of his father.

Orville didn't know why, so he answered carefully: "I have obtained bachelor's links in both directions."

"How does it compare to the Grand Maester?" Rhaegar said seemingly casually.

Ovel was stunned for a moment, with a tangled expression on his face, and hesitantly said: "It should be... almost the same."

In fact, he wanted to say that he had knowledge and experience that was not inferior to that of a bachelor, but he did not want to give the prince the impression of being arrogant.

Rega's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was not difficult to hear the humility and unwillingness in the other party's words.

Putting down the door curtain, he walked to the desk and picked up a charming white flower.

The finished flower is mashed and solidified into a milky white bean.

Rhaegar recognized it: "Poppy?"

"Yes."

Orville nodded, blinked his eyes, and added: "The king often feels pain in the middle of the night and will drink a sip of poppy milk to relieve the pain."

Rega's face darkened upon hearing this.

He really didn't know that his father had a habit of being obsessed with poppy milk.

Poppy milk has a sedative and analgesic effect, but it is easily addictive and can paralyze nerves and muscles.

Recalling the scene when Archmaester Melos applied medicine to his father, Rhaegar's eyes flashed with danger.

Even after so many years of treatment, my father's injuries have not improved.

It stands to reason that even if it is not completely healed, it should be possible to alleviate the injury and control the erosion of the wound.

Rhaegar stared at Orvel and said gloomily: "Is the medicine of the Grand Master useful?"