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

Chapter 516 Wandering Sea Smoke

Time flies, half a month later.

Rees, outer seas.

Surrounded by small archipelagos, tropical vegetation such as palm trees grow vigorously, and fish jump and swim in the sparkling ocean.

On the waterway, merchant ships drift back and forth like chess pieces on a blue chessboard.

"Hiss-"

A giant dragon as black as charcoal glided down, and its thick tail whipped out a strong wind, blowing the sails into bulges.

Before the sailors could shout in panic, the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun flashed by.

Look out.

Reese, who was standing at a high altitude, was getting closer and closer to the giant black dragon.

……

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the city-state with gray-white stone buildings was prosperous, with pedestrians walking in the streets and alleys.

"Stop playing around, man."

The dragon circled the sky above the city-state, causing commotion among the local residents.

Rhaegar gave the order and the dragon under him put away its playful attitude.

The Glutton slowed down and slowly flew to the tallest black stone building in the entire city-state.

A flat-topped tower that only exists in ancient Valyria and the ancient books of the Dragon King, symbolizing the sky and the dragon.

The tower covers a large area and is eight hundred feet high.

boom--

The dragon folded its wings and landed its hind legs on the flat roof, like a suitable landing pad.

Rhaegar turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, laughing: "Wait for me in the dragon's lair first, see you later."

"Roar……"

The Glutton raised its head proudly, nodded its rider with its ferocious dragon mouth, and suddenly took off into the air with a flap of its wings.

Floating and flying into a dome building.

Rhaegar stepped onto the dragonstone floor and walked into the elevator with ease.

The flat-topped tower involves blood sorcery, thanks to the design of the red monk Varys.

The tower is extremely strong and can bear the weight of a giant dragon.

……

Roofless dragon cave.

The wide ground space is comparable to an ancient palace.

A bronze gate blocks the front passage, and the empty roof borders the blue sky and white clouds.

"Hiss..."

Several baby dragons were moving around in the dragon's cave, playing with their respective owners.

Under the supervision of the dragon keeper, sisters Aemon and Bella hung out together, competing with each other for their dragons.

Liming was frail and curled up in his owner's arms, rolling around.

The Trickster and Moon Dance are far apart, like two emerald green leaves and light green leaves that may collide with each other at any time.

"Enter the dragon's lair, glutton!"

Baeron stood at the edge of a cluster of braziers and could clearly hear the dragon handlers shouting loudly.

"Father is here!"

Baelon smiled and said happily: "Meka, look at the big guy in the sky."

If you look up at the sky, you can still catch a glimpse of it.

“Sneak~~”

A faint growl was heard, full of a leisurely and lazy feeling.

Maika was crouching in the corner, with a half-asleep, silver-black baby dragon in front of him.

At a general glance, there is something strange inside the dragon's cave.

Sisters Eamon and Benilla took the best seats and played happily.

Maekar huddled alone on the edge, keeping the sleepy dragon company.

As the eldest brother, Baeron took the initiative to talk to Meka, who was somewhat isolated.

The reason is unknown, it may be that Meka is a loner or he is too young.

Hearing his brother's greeting, Maekar stopped painting with his fingers and muttered, "Baelon, you love dragons too much."

"His!"

Thrax roared his approval.

What's wrong with baby dragons? They are small and cute.

Belron was very upset and said, "Don't be ungrateful."

He speaks in a sarcastic way, like a little yin and yang expert.

Besides, what's wrong with him loving adult dragons?
When my father was a child, he was not a glutton at first sight.

Maekar tilted his head and rolled his eyes: "Are you sure your dragon eggs can't hatch?"

Belron took a step back and asked tentatively, "Brother, what do you mean?"

Could he know something?
Meka raised his eyebrows and asked his good brother: "Where is your dragon egg? Can you show it to me?"

After saying this, Belron's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in disbelief: "You, you..."

How come he knows everything?

No wonder Aemon doesn't like playing with him.

Maika forced out a wicked smile and whispered, "Tell me! Where did you put the dragon egg?"

That smug little expression seemed like he was celebrating how easily he had controlled his elder brother.

"Shhh!!"

Baelon flashed forward and covered Meka's mouth.

"Woo~~"

Meka fell on his butt, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Seeing his master being murdered, Thrax became spirited and looked at Baeron with great vigor.

"Quiet, Slax!"

Baelon glared at him and blurted out the technique of the binding spell.

"Gah?"

Slax was stunned by what he said. He looked around in a daze and slowly lay back in his original position.

Baerlon snorted, grabbed Meka's ear with his backhand, and whispered, "Brother, you should understand my difficulties."

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing that Thrax had given up on the rescue, Meka's eyes widened and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Be honest." Bellon let go of his hand and said bluntly, "Don't ask, don't mention it."

Meka was aggrieved and muttered, "I mean, if there is no dragon egg, there is no dragon egg. There is a big silver wing in Longshan."

It was so scary.

Baelon used the binding spell better than him and took advantage of his youth.

"It better be this way."

Baeron crossed his arms across his chest, showing his elder brother's defensiveness: "The dragon egg is not lost, you will be a little mute in the future."

Are you kidding? If he doesn't have the skills, how can he be qualified to be the boss?

That bastard Eamon was the first one to rebel against him.

His father gave him special treatment!

Meka had obviously never suffered such an injustice. He grabbed Slax's tail and moved away angrily.

When passing by the sisters Aemon and Benilla, they aroused the vigilance of Trickster and Moon Dancer.

They roared at the man and the dragon with a common hatred.

"His!"

Thrax instantly became furious, his jagged dragon mouth opened, and he roared fiercely and fiercely.

The Trickster and Yuewu suddenly became quiet, and used their wings to support the ground, nervously trying to distance themselves from each other.

In terms of size alone, the two baby dragons are only half the size of Thrax.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

"Hmph!" Meka turned his head and continued to pull the dragon's tail to change position.

Slax restrained his ferocity and cooperated obediently with his young master.

From a distance, Baeron watched this scene with a flash of envy in his eyes. His peers all had dragons, but he was the only one left.

Although, he longed for a real dragon more.

"Berlon, what are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a familiar and gentle voice sounded from behind.

Belron turned around suddenly and shouted in surprise: "Father!"

Rhaegar opened his arms, a small smile on his face.

It seems to be saying, do you miss your father?

"Dad, I miss you so much!"

Baeron smiled widely and threw himself into the arms of his young father.

After being separated for more than half a month, he had been drifting on the sea by boat.

It was not until yesterday evening that we entered the port of Liss.

There is no way. King's Landing is too far away from Lys, and it takes a lot of time to cross the Narrow Sea.

Except for their mother Syrax, the other dragons, including their brothers and sisters, could not fly for a long time.

Rhaegar picked up his older son with his backhand, put his forehead against his, and asked softly, "Want a dragon?"

Once inside the dragon's lair, one sees Belron standing alone, watching his two brothers interact with the dragon.

As a father, he has to express his gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Belron's eyes evaded and hesitantly said, "I haven't chosen the right dragon yet."

"Oh! Is that so?"

Rhaegar looked surprised, trying to guess what his eldest son was thinking.

At this moment, several other children came running over.

Rhaegar put Baelon down, greeted everyone one by one, and his eyes fell on Maekar who had an expectant look in his eyes.

The little guy has a chubby face and sticks out his butt like a pug wanting praise from his owner.

Rhaegar felt it was interesting and wanted to tease his youngest son: "Mekar, I heard that you tamed a dragon?"

"Yes, it's Slax."

Meika was excited and asked, "Did your mother tell you that?"

As she spoke, she looked up at her father, her big watery eyes filled with starlight.

"Rhaenyra wrote me this."

Rhaegar bent down and grabbed his youngest son's face, pretending to be intimidated. "But she also told me to beat you up."

"Ah?" Meka was startled when he heard that, and pointed at himself: "Beat me?"

Didn’t his mother already know the news? She even praised him for his promising future.

"Yes, it's you."

Rhaegar had a stern face and was about to stretch out his black hand while speaking.

"No!" Meka threw a tantrum and ran away.

"Hehe, shame on you."

Aemon grinned and cheered on the side.

Rhaegar looked at his second son and said stiffly, "You want to be beaten too?"

Among the three sons, this boy was beaten the most.

Eamon: ...

No, turn around and retreat.

Benilla and Renia bowed and tactfully left.

Soon, only Rhaegar and Baelon were left.

Rhaegar continued the previous topic and suggested, "If you want to tame a dragon, I can take you with me when I visit Storm's End later."

Belron frowned and thought: "Haiyan?"

"That's it." Rhaegar admired his eldest son's intelligence and pointed out his advantages: "Sea Smoke is great. You can surpass your peers when you ride him."

After Lannino was murdered, Haiyan became possessed and wandered around the Sea of ​​Dorne all year round.

A giant dragon in the wild is always a worry.

Besides, Haiyan is indeed a good choice.

As the dragon with the most battlefield experience among the four generations of dragons, its actual combat power even exceeds that of Syrax and Yangyan.

He is proud and brave, and more importantly, loyal enough.

In addition, the appearance of Haiyan is also remarkable.

Soon after hatching, the fishermen who spotted it called it "the smoke of the sea," fascinating yet dangerous.

The potential is very high!
Upon hearing this, Belron lowered his head silently: "Father, can I consider it again?"

Rhaegar did not force him, but looked at him differently and asked curiously, "Do you really want an adult dragon?"

If this really happens, there will only be one ownerless silver wing left in the family.

Baeron continued to lower his head and mutter in silence.

Rhaegar was startled and began to stare at his eldest son.

Is this kid going to target Wormisol or the Glutton?
Although my father is weak, he is not destined to die young.

It's not Womisool, it's only...

Rhaegar's eyes flashed with amusement.

He still remembered that when his second son Aemon saw the Glutton for the first time when he was three years old, he excitedly said that he wanted this dragon.

Rhaenyra taught her son that a dragon would stay with its master for life unless one of them died.

Aemon used his clever brain to ask Rhaegar directly: "Father, when will you die so that I can inherit your dragon?"

That night, the entire Red Fort was filled with the cries of the filial son.

If his grandfather Viserys hadn't been unable to bear it, Baelon would have almost become an only child.

Rhaegar thought for a moment, then said, "Well, since you want a grown dragon, you'll need a lot of patience."

Baerlon looked up in surprise, not expecting his father to have no objection.

Rhaegar's eyes were gentle as he taught carefully: "Remember, you are my eldest son, the future heir to the Iron Throne, not the cruel Maegor."

Maegor I was a proud and arrogant king.

He disdained the dragon eggs and baby dragons on Dragonstone, and was criticized by his sister-in-law and princes and ministers.

After Aegon the Conqueror died, his years of suppressed pride were revealed.

In one fell swoop, he tamed the most powerful dragon in the world, the Black Death - Balerion.

It sounds inspiring, but in reality, years of endurance have consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Once he usurped the throne, he did many things that angered God and the people.

He didn't want his eldest son to follow Maegor's example and wait for him or his father Viserys for more than ten years to inherit the dragon of their ancestors.

Rhaegar was afraid that he would lose control and slap him to death.

Belron was obviously not stupid, he scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "I won't, father."

He does not reject Silver Wing and Sea Smoke.

But there was a feeling in his mind that made him always want to wait.

"I'm glad you understand." Rhaegar rubbed his head and said, "I'm leaving to see your mother."

Baeron nodded in agreement and stayed where he was, watching his father walk out of the dragon's lair.

After a long time, the figure disappeared completely.

Baerlon bit his lower lip, as if hesitating about something.

He looked around at Aemon and Maeka who were playing.

Using the excuse of going to the bathroom, Baeron avoided the sight of the dragon guards and sneaked into a giant dragon pit.

It was pitch dark at the bottom of the pit, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

“Lul…Lul…”

Baeron groped his way forward along the wall and vaguely heard a dull groan coming from deep in the dragon pit.

Gradually, the outline of a huge dragon head came into view.

Vhagar's pupils were tightly closed, and his sagging chin was resting on the rough ground, like an old man sleeping soundly on his couch.

When he saw this ancient giant, Bellon's breathing quickened and blood rushed to his forehead.

Three seconds later.

Baeron turned around quickly and ran away.

This is the dragon in his mind!
(End of this chapter)