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

The beautiful woman looked calmly and looked at Rhaenyra's reflection in the mirror.

Rhaenyra nodded in surprise: "Go ahead."

"Yes, princess." Sara responded softly, took out a black robe from the drawer and walked out of the room.

Rhaegar passed by him and turned his head and warned: "Pay attention to Boros's movements."

"no problem."

Sara put on her black robe and disappeared deep into the corridor.

There were only two siblings left in the room, and Rhaenyra wondered: "What happened?"

"A dream and a prophecy."

Rega's eyes flickered and he closed the door.

Rhaenyra tilted her head, combing her long, smooth hair, and asked doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with Bolos?"

She couldn't help but doubt it.

There are quite a few capable people under Rhaegar's command, and most of them are assigned to various important places.

There are only two female subordinates who are trustworthy.

One is Sara, who was born as a faceless man, and the other is Seltija's illegitimate daughter Baolan.

With their female identities, Rhaegar sent the two to Rhaenyra and Jeyne respectively to keep them safe.

This is why Sara asked Rhaenyra about her intentions before acting.

Serve one person with undivided attention.

Rhaegar slowly walked behind Rhaenyra, picked up the comb on the dressing table, and gently combed her silver-gold hair.

Staring at the person in the mirror, his impetuous mind gradually calmed down, and he sighed softly: "Maybe."

His prophetic dream preceded Helena's prophecy.

The two are superimposed, and it is impossible to say that the predicted thing has happened.

…

Two days later, Dragonstone Island.

boom--

The closed black stone door slowly opened, revealing the long steps of the majestic stone bridge.

More than a hundred well-equipped guards strode out to welcome the king and his family.

Swish…

The steps were steady and powerful, and the guards were divided into two sides, standing with their heads held high.

Viserys' face turned pale, he had no energy to worry about trivial matters, and his throat rolled as he swallowed saliva.

His seasickness returned, but fortunately it had little effect.

Allison held her husband's hand and held her youngest son Darren in the other, and said softly: "Let's go first and take a rest."

"Okay, everyone is tired."

Viserys forced a smile and joined his wife on the long steps of the stone bridge.

Behind the two of them, Prime Minister Leonor, Otto, and Grand Scholar Melos followed unhurriedly.

They are different from the other two imperial ministers, and their responsibilities are more urgent.

The Prime Minister assists in government affairs, Otto looks after the four storms accompanying him, and the Grand Bachelor provides assistance with knowledge and wisdom.

Viserys became seasick and vomited, thanks to the Grand Maester who fed him some relief medicine.

After the ministers, three adult male heirs, Rhaegar, Daemon, and Aegon, led the team.

Rhaenyra held a pair of twin adopted daughters, and behind them hung Helena, Aemond, and the chattering Four Storms.

Daemon was invited to the island by his brother Viserys to witness his nephew's dragon training process.

Lanner was pregnant and had difficulty moving. She got off the boat when passing Chaotou Island.

The long steps of the stone bridge are stuck between the black stone gate and the castle. The road is long and winding.

After walking for a while, Viserys panted slightly and a line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Glancing at Leonor and Otto, who had normal expressions on their faces, they felt a looming desire to win.

"Ahem..."

Viserys coughed twice and took the initiative to open the topic: "For Aemond to tame the dragon this time, which dragon do you think this boy can tame?"

Leonor hesitated for a moment and said sternly: "Training a dragon is very dangerous. It is enough for the prince to ensure that he will not be harmed."

"Don't be so serious, just talk about that one dragon."

Viserys waved his hand and smiled: "Dragon is a Targaryen asset. I have never heard of a Targaryen being injured due to dragon training."

Otto frowned, vaguely aware of the deeper meaning.

Archmaester Melos raised his brows, folded his hands in his sleeves, and said calmly: "In my memory, Prince Rhaegar tried to tame the Dream Fire when he was young, causing extensive burns on his back."

He was the one who treated the wound, and I will remember this for a lifetime.

Rhaegar was lagging far behind, keenly hearing someone saying bad things about him, and his eyes widened unwillingly.

"Shameful." Rhaenyra hid her mouth and snickered.

Rhaegar: ...

So big and speechless.

Helena raised her head and looked at her brother curiously, but she didn't expect that the other man had been burned by Dream Fire.

His head was spinning, as if he was recalling memories from when he was two years old.

Her brother was injured and lying on the bed. She often went to his room to play and nursed his wounds.

Turning her bright eyes, Helena glanced at her sister Rhaenyra, staring blankly.

She remembered clearly that it was Rhaenyra who found her later, and she was not allowed to play in her brother's room anymore, and she also hid her favorite dragon-shaped doll.

"Selfish!" Helena muttered, full of resentment.

Rhaenyra happened to hear it and asked strangely: "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Helena shuddered, her little head shaking rapidly.

She was afraid to death of this sister who had not wanted to see her since she was a child.

I heard that if my mother hadn't married my father, I wouldn't have called him aunt.

Back to business.

Viserys had a black line on his face and sighed: "Rhaegar is an example. At that time, Dreamfire was abused by the Dragon Cave Maester. He later failed to tame the wild dragon Glutton."

"It's not abuse. Menghuo has a bad temper. Bachelor Bath is doing it for the safety of the dragon people."

Melos drooped his eyelids and spoke lightly in defense.

Viserys's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Is it important?"

That bullshit bachelor's selfishness caused his eldest son to be injured, and he will remember it forever.

Melos suddenly realized that he had touched the king's reverse scale, lowered his head and said nothing.

After a few short chats, the three imperial ministers more or less figured out that the king had other intentions.

Leonor rolled his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty, which dragon do you think is best to tame?"

This was the main point of the question, and Viserys immediately became interested: "Of course it's Vermithor. It's the dragon of grandfather Jaehaerys. It's the largest and most violent adult dragon on Dragonstone."

"Wormisor has the title of Bronze Fury, and his character has always been terrifying. I'm afraid he is not suitable for Prince Aemond." Leonor cooperated with his words.

Viserys was simple-minded and thought seriously for a while: "Vormisor is indeed dangerous. Silverwing would be a good choice. It is the dragon of grandmother Alexa, and it is the most docile dragon."

Another thing I didn't mention is that Silverwing and Vermithor are close in age, and among the Masterless dragons, they are second only to their mate Vermithor in size.

Speaking of which, not to mention the Lord Chancellor, even Allison could see Viserys' love for dragons.

Otto and his daughter looked at each other and asked casually: "Dragonstone Island also has a brown dragon called the Sheepstealer. I heard that its size is not inferior to that of the Blood Worm Coraxio and the Red Queen Melias."

There was a flash of hesitation in Viserys's eyes, and he shook his head: "The sheep thief is similar in age to the two red dragons. The wild dragon is larger than the two red dragons at the same time, but its appearance is too ugly."

The Sheepstealer's scales are described as an ugly brown mud color, and its wings are also brown.

It is a recognized ugly creature.

Despite Viserys' usual appearance of not caring about dragons, he secretly learned about all the dragons owned by his family.

Truly a treasure trove of everything.

Leonor's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Otto remained quiet, watching the king talk about the dragon with great joy.

When the topic of interest was brought up, Viserys became more energetic as he talked, and his originally pale face returned to rosy.

After a moment, Leonor, whose eyelids were twitching, could no longer hold it in and said bravely: "Your Majesty, do you remember? Our trip is for Prince Aemond to train his dragon."

"Forehead……"

Viserys paused for a moment and looked at the Prime Minister in astonishment.

Leonor took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Training dragons is a matter for young people. I believe Prince Aemond can get what he wants."

He heard the longing for the dragon in the king's words.

To be fair, he naturally hopes that the monarch he loyal to is strong and a brave dragon controller.

But everything cannot be done temporarily.

From an objective perspective, it is a very risky thing for a king of a country to tame a dragon.

Taking a step back, the king once tamed a dragon, the black god Balerion.

but! Who knows if a dragon rider whose dragon dies can tame a dragon again?

If one move goes wrong, the king may die in the dragon's belly.

As Hand of the King, Leonor could not ignore the risks in this regard and had to speak out to dissuade him.

Viserys was speechless, looking at Leonor awkwardly, and glanced at Alto and Melos from the corner of his eye.

All three of them lowered their heads and remained silent.

Apparently, they heard the intention in their own words and opposed it together in this way.

After being stunned for a moment, Viserys came back to his senses and smiled again, a bit flattering: "Actually, a lot of things come from trying, right?"

"..."

Leonor pursed his lips and couldn't bear to look at the king's pleading eyes.

After receiving no response for a long time, Viserys felt as if a big stone was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

"What..."

Suddenly, a burst of bleating sheep suddenly sounded, and occasionally there was a shepherd's shout.

"Viserys, are you okay?" Allison shook her husband's arm with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Viserys didn't want his wife to see his vulnerable side, so he took out his limp arm and looked distractedly at the direction of the sheep's braying.

The long stone bridge is built on a steep mountain. When you look up, you can see the thin clouds and dense shrubs on the mountain.

They were halfway through the journey and were on a low-lying section of the mountain.

Viserys rested his hands on the parapet of the long steps of the stone bridge and looked down to see a flat slope with rich pasture below.

A shepherd whose face could not be seen clearly waved his short whip and drove dozens of goats up the slope to nibble on the crisp grass leaves.

Clouds, long bridges, wilderness, shepherds...

Several factors create a beautiful picture.

A picturesque scene unfolded in front of him, Viserys smiled, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.

The people's lives under his rule were good, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, the clouds and mist above stirred, and a sharp dragon roar resounded through the long stone bridge.

Viserys looked up in surprise and saw a blur of brown flashing past his eyes.

"What!!..."

The next moment, the goats screamed one after another, as if they were in despair before being skinned and slaughtered.

"No! My sheep!"

Viserys quickly lowered his head, just in time to see the shepherd paralyzed on the ground, crying miserably.

"Hiss..."

Looking slightly sideways, a brown mud dragon fell to the ground, and stepped on the two twitching goat carcasses with its skinny claws.

The weird dragon head with sunken eye sockets was raised high, the dragon's kiss with intertwined fangs opened, and it swallowed a lively goat.