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

Chapter 510: A Valyrian Steel Weapon
Red Fort, Holy Temple.

The dim, enclosed space and the candlelight create a feminine atmosphere.

A small figure sat at the edge of the altar surrounded by white tallow candles.

In front of him was the hideous skull of the Black Death - Balerion.

"Prince, if you don't go back to bed, you'll be lazy tomorrow morning."

Sir Stephen stood aside and patiently persuaded.

"Shh~"

Meika's face was twisted into a ball and his brows were furrowed.

Stephen had no choice but to nod in understanding.

There is no way, since I have been assigned to the little prince, I have to follow the little guy's wishes.

"Thank you."

Maika thanked him softly, her big watery eyes full of sincerity.

Without waiting for Stephen to say anything, the little guy tiptoed up to the altar.

There were densely packed tallow candles around the altar, and more than half of them were burning brightly at this moment.

Maika looked calm as he stepped over the candlelight with ease.

Soon, they reached the jaw of Balerion's skull.

Meka looked up at the sky, his little face full of confusion, and stretched out his hands to touch the giant dragon skull which was still warm.

His dragon egg was lost.

Lost in a deep sense can never be recovered.

"Father said that Balerion would protect us."

Maekar gazed upon Balerion's skull and clasped his hands together in prayer: "Balerion, you helped my grandfather and my father. Please help me tonight."

A huge dragon skull and a petite silver-haired boy.

Under the dim candlelight, Stephen remained silent, looking at the little fellow who was not even as thick as a dragon's tooth.

Meka knelt on his knees, his body huddled in a small ball, like a devout believer in God.

"Bye, Balerion."

After a while, Meka took a deep breath, stood up and said goodbye.

He turned around and saw Steve staring at him in a daze. He tilted his head and said, "Sir, help me."

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the altar and opened his arms.

Steve suddenly came back to his senses. Just now he thought it was His Majesty as a child, so he hurried forward and said, "Your Highness, are you going back to rest?"

Maekar was carried to the ground obediently, pursing his lower lip: "No, Balerion told me."

"Told, what?"

Stephen was confused.

Maekar looked up, eyes wide. "Belerion told me that this night is not a good night for much sleep."

He stepped out of the church, holding onto the door frame with one hand.

The little guy's expression was vague, just like a little charlatan muttering: "It told me that the dragon can be tamed soon!"

……

Braavos.

"Hiss-"

"..."

Three giant dragons rose into the sky, flew over the city engulfed in flames, and headed towards the Narrow Sea.

When passing by a small floating island connected by a bridge, a gray building below is particularly eye-catching.

Rhaegar seemed to sense it. He looked down with the help of the bright moonlight and whispered softly, "The House of Black and White."

The Faceless Men's headquarters.

The most feared building in all of Braavos.

Pat your hands lightly and give instructions.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton swooped down and plunged into the floating island area, circling around the Black and White Courtyard with its flanks.

Rhaegar said nothing and just looked at the gray building with its door closed.

Just now, he had a cordial and friendly conversation with Aquaman Spandam.

In the name of the Iron Throne, another 500,000 gold dragons were loaned, with a maximum repayment period of 60 years.

And the two parties signed a treaty.

The Iron Throne declared war and Braavos was not allowed to intervene in any form, otherwise the debtor would have the right to erase the debt.

An alternative approach to prevent Braavos from taking the lead in attacking the Iron Throne.

Yes, just an idea.

The three dragons were powerful enough to burn to death everyone in the Sea King's Palace.

However, the group behind the Iron Bank is still alive.

They have a lot of money, enough to buy off mercenaries all over the world.

The money is scattered across the world, hidden in secret vaults, and even the burning of Braavos could not find it all.

Rhaegar gave Braavos a small warning and showed force at the right time.

Braavos must either swallow its anger or rush into battle.

It turns out.

Businessmen are all a group of rats who seek profit and avoid harm.

The Iron Throne's loan was successful, and 500,000 gold dragons were delivered to the Mill Bank three days later.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared, and dragon flames sprayed on the river channel outside the gray building, carrying the rider back into the sky.

Rega regained his composure and said calmly, "Let's go, buddy."

In the negotiations with Aquaman, he made very practical demands.

From tonight on, any harm to his children.

Including but not limited to; assassination, illness, falling off a horse...

If anything happened to any of his children, he would immediately ride his dragon to Braavos and burn down the Sea King's Palace first.

It's very unreasonable and even very blunt.

After all, the centenarian king had thirteen children in his lifetime, most of whom died in infancy and accidents.

However, Rhaegar didn't care.

Senella Targaryen once said that the climate of Westeros was too cold and did not welcome the hot-tempered Targaryens.

He sat on that iron chair and was going to tell the world.

Targaryen is the Dragon King, and wherever a true dragon goes, it will bring blood and fire.

Rhaegar's subordinates include Shiryu, the water dancer, and Sara, who was born into the Faceless Men.

It is clear that the threat posed by the "Faceless Man" is real.

Hiring a Faceless Man to assassinate someone would be enough to drain the Iron Throne's revenue for a year.

Value represents ability.

He didn't dare to bet that someone would hire the Faceless Man to assassinate him, especially someone close to him.

Even he himself was not 100% safe.

A cup of poison that would penetrate the intestines would also allow him to see Balerion.

In order to avoid accidents, it is better to do things thoroughly first.

Mutual checks and balances are the long-term solution. This House of Black and White should just wander peacefully in Braavos.

It is not welcome in Westeros.

……

The night grows darker.

Three dragons flew out of Braavos and landed in a remote village.

"quack……"

A pitch-black raven flew over and landed on a crooked tree far away from the dragon.

Rhaegar recognized the appearance of the raven, the little pet that Helena had raised in the Myr Palace.

Among the three city-states, Myr is directly under the jurisdiction of the king.

Shiryu withdrew from Volantis and remained in Myr as the chief swordsman.

Also serves as Chief of Intelligence.

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, and the raven flew over on its own, allowing it to take down the letter box.

Break open the letter tube, take out the letter and read it carefully.

Just two sentences;
[Madam Messaria is pregnant, and Prince Damon privately holds a celebration banquet in a brothel]

[Volantis assembles a fleet and attempts to block ships from the Disputed Lands to the Summer Sea]

Compared to the letter that Rainier received, this letter contained more information and was more detailed.

After reading the letter, Rhaegar looked up at the sky with his eyes closed.

puff!
Flames flickered at the fingertips, burning the small piece of letter paper.

Helena and Aemond climbed down from the dragon's back.

The former had an innocent look on his face as he hugged the slender Chang Xia.

The latter strode forward, his one eye gleaming with brilliance, and asked, "Any new intelligence?"

Rhaegar raised his lips and sighed, "There are fools who don't know how to live or die, and are ready to sacrifice themselves to help me accomplish my great cause."

Damon's plan to marry multiple times was all planned by his father.

Expose the alliance between the good uncle and the sea snake.

Secondly, the Tigers of Volantis were not content with taking only a portion of Lys's port taxes, and repeatedly provoked trouble.

It's wonderful that the two things collided together.

Lead Velaryon's fleet to crush the ambitious Volantis.

By the way, enter the sea of ​​smoke and find the wandering wild baby dragon.

In addition, with the war, troops had to be sent from all parts of the country to provide support, and the valley was naturally indispensable.

All the opposition factions in the valley were evacuated and sent to the battlefield.

He watched the quarrel between Damon and Lannar grow bigger, and intensified the conflict behind the scenes, endorsing his good uncle's marriage to the white maggot Xiaomei.

If raised properly, it would not only solve the eldest daughter's inheritance problem, but also remove the last bit of dignity of the good uncle and Valerian.

It can be said that it accomplishes multiple things with one stone!
Of course, the incident requires a heroic sacrifice to stir up the now stagnant water.

Volantis was the victim who was powerful enough, but not enough.

Rhaegar let out a long breath and glanced at Aemond who was looking expectant. "Return to Storm's End and discuss marriage with Cassandra."

Emond's face changed slightly, and he was not very willing.

Rhaegar knew his brother very well, so he grinned and said, "Then, mobilize the troops in the Stormlands and wait for my order."

Hearing this, Emond's expression instantly improved, and he said confidently: "Okay, wait for my news."

War, what a great word.

As the second son, only victory in war can bring him glory.

The family will be proud of him.

Rhaegar threw away the burning paper and called to the silent Helena: "Come with me, we will go to Myr and prepare to accept the loan from Braavos."

By the way, contact Eagle's Nest City.

White maggot Xiaomei, what a good chess piece.

It's like a maggot, disgusting everyone.

Helena nodded silently, stood on tiptoe to touch Aemond's head, and then climbed onto the dragon's back.

Soon, the brother and sister rode the dragon away.

Emond remained alone there, his one eye flickering dimly as he recalled the touch of his sister.

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief lay prone on the ground, and the dragon's tail poked the driver.

Emond waved his hand and said calmly: "Stop making trouble, we still have business to attend to."

The sheep thief shook his head in disdain, snorted hard, and ignored the driver who was becoming more and more scheming.

Aemond hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick up the only remaining piece of paper.

The paper scraps were the size of a fingernail, with burnt and blackened edges, and a few tiny handwritings could be vaguely seen.

"White maggots, celebrate."

Aemond frowned, analyzing the meaning of these two words.

Combined with what he saw and heard on Chaotou Island, Uncle Wang Damon’s events over the years.

It is not difficult to guess that Bai Gu is pregnant and there will be a stir within the royal family.

His eldest brother Rhaegar is his role model, wise, brave and fearless.

Unfortunately, he is essentially a henpecked idiot.

With Rainiera keeping a lid on him for so many years, a lot of conflicts must have accumulated over time.

In his opinion, it is not a bad thing for a man to marry multiple wives, let alone a king of a country.

If possible, he would also like to marry more and find a lover that suits his heart.

In his opinion, Rhaena was a very jealous woman for harming Lady Jeyne of the Eyrie.

This is one of the important reasons why he is hostile to Rainier.

Brother Rhaegar should not have any stain.

Emond threw away the confetti and smiled happily: "It's time for my sister to get married. Uncle Wang should do his part."

After saying that, he rode on the sheep thief's back.

As the increasingly large mud dragon spread its wings, he suddenly recalled the confrontation between the three siblings and the Sea King of Braavos.

The eldest brother Rhaegar held the True Fire, and Helena drew out the Long Summer.

Two Valyrian steel swords. What a grand display.

Aemond shook his head and murmured, "Where should I find a Valyrian steel weapon?"

He touched the one-eyed dagger at his waist.

It was given to me by my eldest brother, but it is not suitable for frontal battlefield.

The family has many Valyrian steel weapons.

The black fire in my father's hand, the light of the kingdom worn by Rhaenyra, the dark sisters of my aunt Rhaenys...

Oh, and my brother also has two Valyrian steel weapons.

A seldom-used spear called "Morning Light" and a lost sword called Dragon Claw.

As he was thinking, Aemond's eyes lit up. "Valerian once had a scimitar, Seafoam. As a fellow Valyrian, Celtigar seems to have one too."

Thoughts arise and grow uncontrollably.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief soared into the sky, his brown wings covering the bright moon, and then he disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)