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

"I also need to go!"

Helena's eyes shone and she raised her hands.

Aemond glanced at Aegon and said positively: "I have a dragon, take me with you."

Little Darren was no taller than a stone table, and he was eager to try it out.

Rhaegar ignored it, looked directly at his father across from him, and said, "Father, how are you?"

Most of the negotiations in Braavos will not lead to any good results. It is enough for him to take his brothers and sisters to ride the dragon for a formality, which will act as a deterrent.

Viserys frowned slightly and said calmly: "You all go, what if something happens?"

Braavos was full of assassins, and he didn't want to take any chances.

On the other side, Rhaenys looked pleased. Regardless of her husband's obstruction, she stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I am the prince of the dragon clan. I am here to accompany you in the negotiations."

Viserys hesitated and glanced at the children without speaking.

Rhaegar saw what he was thinking, held down little Darren, and asked Aegon and the other three, "Have you thought about it, are you going?"

Aegon's face fell, and he raised his head and sighed.

He didn't want to go, but apparently he didn't.

Helena patted her slightly bulging breasts and affirmed: "Menghuo will protect me!"

"I have no problem with the sheep thief." Aemond glanced at his sister and said after him.

Seeing this, Viserys swallowed back his words to stop him, stared at Daemon who was happily watching the show unhappily, and scolded him angrily: "The war is your responsibility, you go with them!"

Damon was stunned by the scolding and sneered: "Yes, Your Majesty."

…

The next day, it was bright and clear.

Rhaegar hugged Rhaenyra, who was reluctant to leave, and kissed her forehead gently to say goodbye.

"Be careful," Rhaenyra warned.

Rhaegar smiled and nodded, touched her bulging belly, turned around and walked out of the room.

Early in the morning, Helena stood guard outside the door and said with a smile: "Brother, let's set off right away."

Rhaegar chatted as he walked downstairs: "When we get to Braavos, there may be some twists and turns."

"I'm not afraid, I won't hold you back."

Helena frowned and said proudly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship. Sir Alec said that I am very talented."

"oh?"

Rega looked at it with great interest: "Where is your sword?"

Helena smiled mysteriously and said cutely: "I won't tell you, I'll hide it with me."

Rega smiled, rubbed her head, and the brother and sister walked out of the Stone Drum Tower.

"Hiss!!..."

Melias, covered in scarlet scales, stood on the long stone bridge, stretched her neck and screamed loudly.

On its dragon's back, Rhaenys, wearing red leather armor, looked down at the two juniors and raised her chin: "Children, it's time to set off!"

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

Two dragon roars came from the clouds in the sky, and the gorgeous-looking Yang Yan and the ugly sheep thief rushed out of Dragonstone Island one after another.

Rhaegar grinned, his heart extremely open.

A Targaryen is no weaker than a human being.

…

One day later, Braavos.

At the port, cargo ships poured in one after another, gathering people from all over the world.

A large luxury ship gradually sailed in, with a group of businessmen from Pentos standing on the deck.

Before entering the port, you have to pass a historic wonder.

——Titan

It is a colossal statue of stone and bronze that guards the entrance to the Great Lake to Braavos.

The merchant visited Braavos for the first time, raising his head high and looking at the towering Titan statue.

The statue's feet are on the peaks of two independent islands, forming a natural access channel to the left and right.

The giant wears a green bronze war skirt around his waist. The two empty eyes are caves with blazing bonfires burning inside.

One of his hands rested on the left ridge, his bronze fingers holding a huge rock.

The other hand reached toward the sky, grasping the hilt of a broken sword.

If you look closely, you can see that there are many arrow holes dotted on the inner thighs of the giant, and there are also murder holes under the skirt.

The statue is not only a symbol of bravery in Braavos, but also the first fortress to defend the city-state.

"Gods behold, there is such a magnificent building in the world!"

The businessman was stunned, clasped his hands and prayed that he would make a lot of money this time.

"Hiss-"

At this moment, the roar of the dragon resounded like a bell through the sky, and a huge creature swooped down, its dark and thick dragon tail sweeping over the head of the Titan.

With a muffled bang, the crested half-helmet on the giant's head was pulled off and fell into the sea like a rolling stone.

"dragon!"

The sailors on the deck exclaimed and lay down in fear, watching the dark dragon flying towards the city.

"Go...go?"

The sailor just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the dragon had left.

"Hiss..."

Another loud roar came from the sky, and a giant light blue dragon with shining scales descended from the clouds. Its well-proportioned body was matched with a pair of gorgeous wide wings, and it chased up a black dragon.

"Hiss..."

"..."

Immediately afterwards, a brown mud dragon, two scarlet dragons of different sizes, and a golden dragon shining like the sun flew across the narrow sea and headed straight for Braavos behind the Titans.

None of the dragons looked squarely at this ancient statue, flying half-circle around the Titan playfully, as if teasing a clumsy pet.

Many cargo ships gathered near Titan. Businessmen from all over the world looked up together, and an idea suddenly came to their minds.

Dragon, here we come!

…

Braavos is the most special and powerful city-state among the Free Trade City-states. It consists of a series of islands in the northwesternmost part of the Essos continent.

It is located where the Narrow Sea and the Trembling Sea meet.

After passing the Titan, an endless lagoon will appear in front of you.

Hundreds of densely packed islands divide the river bend into many narrow channels, and many stone arch bridges spanning the river channels connect the entire city together.

There are no trees in the city-state, and there are stone buildings and granite statues everywhere.

Gray stone houses are densely packed on both sides of the street. The houses are so dense that they are almost close to each other, highlighting the crowded population.

To the south of the largest port, there is a special group of high tower buildings.

There is the administrative area where the Sea King of Braavos lives - the Sea King's Palace.

"Hiss-"

With a deafening roar, the glutton descended slowly, his body as black as coal blocking the sun, and landed next to the fountain pool in front of the hall.

boom--

With a slight flap of his wings, a strong wind arose from the ground, blowing all the guards who came after hearing the sound to the ground.

Soon, the other dragons arrived one after another and landed one by one around the towering hall.

boom--

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, straightened his robes with a calm expression, and stared at the team of guards in front who were afraid to approach.

Rhaenys, Daemon and others gathered around him, waiting to greet the visitor with the same look.

…

Neptune Hall, dome conference room.

The Sea King of Braavos went out in person to greet a group of Targaryen members and went straight to the point.

Facing this man's greetings, Rhaegar remained silent and took his three younger brothers and sisters to observe the interior of the building.

It is built entirely of white stone, with various nautical and storm patterns carved inside. The floor is covered with Reese red carpet, and the walls are hung with oil paintings and collections.

The monotonous matching is full of historical vicissitudes, and the luxury reveals a literary atmosphere.

"Friends Targaryen, please come inside."

The Sea King of Braavos brought people to the conference room.

Rhaegar took a moment to glance at him.

A typical descendant of Valyria, with platinum wavy hair, blue pupils, and fair and rosy skin.

His face was neither young nor handsome; he was an older man in his late forties.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a thick beard on his chin, and a loud voice.

The first time I met, I introduced my name, Ferrego Antarian.

Entering the conference room, there were already people waiting for a long time.

There is an oval long slate table, carved with shells and smiling faces, with seven or eight people sitting on both sides.

Ferege was full of joy and introduced: "These are the princes and princesses of the Targaryen family..."

The people sitting at the table were representatives from Pentos, Qohor and the Three Women's Kingdom.

They arrived early, and the other three Free Trade Cities did not participate in the negotiations.

Simple greetings and taking a seat.

Ferrege sat on the side facing the door, flanked by a lean swordsman who said nothing from beginning to end.

Rhaegar glanced over and walked to the seat opposite him, at the far end of the room.

The seats on both sides of the long table were disrupted, and Rhaenys and others could only sit apart.

Seeing everyone taking their seats, Ferrego coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Everyone, we are gathered here just to resolve the conflict between the Iron Throne and the Kingdom of the Third Daughter."

Dong Dong...

Rhaegar leaned on the chair, touched the table with his fingers, and said calmly: "Put aside the hatred between Targaryen and the Three Women Kingdom for now. I am here to ask for my family's dragon!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a dark fat man sitting next to him on his left.

Kuidou Atta, one of the governors of Myr, is also the general representative of the Three Women Kingdom this time.

Under such a cold gaze, Kui Dou's already dark face deepened. He glanced sideways at the representatives of Lys and Telos, and said in a low voice: "Prince Rhaegar, what we are discussing is war, not the ownerless dragon."

"What is war? What is a masterless dragon?"

Rhaegar looked calm and said righteously: "Mogul is the Targaryen dragon. The Lysians captured it maliciously. I can only choose war as a shame!"

The name of the wild dragon in the smoke sea - Mogul.

Among the many gods of ancient Valyria, he symbolizes the god of disaster and nature.

Never mind where Morgul came from, Rhaegar gave it a name, it was the Targaryen dragon!

Kuidou was stunned by the question, his fat face squeezed together, complaining about the difficulty of the matter.

Lys captured a wild dragon that Targaryen had never seen, but the three kingdoms actually had their own thoughts.

But Governor Rees gave a huge favor.

Summon all the dignitaries of the Three Women Kingdom to encourage the taming of this wild dragon.

Since ancient times, only the Dragon King family has been able to control dragons, and now only the Targaryen family remains.

Finally, there was a wild dragon in front of us, and the entire Three Women Kingdom was excited about it, and they would try it even at the risk of war with Targaryen.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and everyone present felt the pressure.

Damon glanced at the important ministers of Pentos beside him, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, his eyes becoming increasingly dangerous.

Aegon, Helena, and Aemond sat at attention, always waiting for their eldest brother's orders.

At this time, Ferrego coughed slightly to ease the atmosphere: "Prince Rhaegar, this negotiation is for peace, and I hope you will value peace."

Rhaenys was immediately displeased and said coldly: "Sea King, my cousin sent us here to negotiate because he liked the city-state of Braavos. This does not mean that you can confuse the public and secretly suppress the Targaryen surname. "

At this point, negotiations are meaningless.

The Sea King of Braavos is just a despicable politician who talks about peace and mud.

Brother Fei Lei's face froze and he was speechless.

The pressure in the conference room is a little more intense, and the warm sunshine hits the body, giving people a chill like falling into an ice cellar.

Rega looked at the fair young man sitting next to Helena with deep eyes, and said in a cold voice: "People of Lys, hand over Mogul, otherwise only blood and fire will be waiting for you!"