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

Chapter 541: The Evil Wizard of Slaver's Bay
same night.

Roofless dragon cave.

Rhaenyra sat down by the fire, watching the children playing and laughing.

After watching for a while, I felt tired.

He gently rubbed his brows, secretly worrying about Lannar's condition.

To be fair, she hopes her friend has made a break.

Damon was not a man she could trust, and she knew that when she almost fell into misfortune as a teenager.

Lannar deserves a happy ending.

Even if she were to marry Rhaegar, she might not object.

It's a thousand times better than that bitch Jenny.

"Roar……"

From the dragon pit behind, a low dragon roar could be heard faintly.

Rhaenyra listened and knew it was the growl of the Glutton.

Rehgar was in the dragon pit. The brother and sister came together.

My younger brother has to make too many difficult decisions and needs to digest them all by himself.

As a sister, just accompany me silently.

……

In the main hall.

Several children of Belron were having fun, and several baby dragons were joining in.

Only Meka stayed in the corner, brushing the scales of Thrax with a small brush.

Thrax protested vehemently, his tail slapping the floor.

"Look at my dragon, his name is Vermax."

Lyanna had her hands on her hips, a proud bronze baby dragon perched on her proud little head.

"Hiss~~"

Womax screamed softly and tried to spread out a pair of blood-red spider-web-like dragon wings.

Judging from the appearance alone, he is seductively handsome.

"Humph, a little dragon cub, what's so great about that?"

Aemon snorted coldly and pushed Lyanna away, pushing his half-sister away.

"You hurt me."

Lyanna was pushed and staggered, but it was thanks to Baelon that she got a hand on him.

"Hiss~~"

Womax was very angry and roared at Aemon to protect his master.

"Hiss!"

The trickster jumped out from the side, letting out a hot and fishy roar.

Womacks immediately became obedient and shrank back onto his little master's head.

Lyanna stamped her feet in anger and said unconvincedly: "You are bullying me!"

He pushed her for no apparent reason. What a bad guy.

Yimeng crossed his arms and said proudly, "Tsk, little girl."

"Hiss!"

The swindler is becoming even more arrogant, his tail is almost up to the sky.

"you you……"

Lyanna's eyes widened and she was so angry that she couldn't speak clearly.

Sisters Benilla and Rhaena stood aside.

Renia wanted to help her little sister, but was stopped by Benilla and shook her head secretly.

They have no right to interfere in other people's family affairs.

"Bad guy!"

Lyanna yelled and cried aggrievedly: "Wuwuwu..."

Tears were falling, and he looked so pitiful and cute.

"You just know how to cry. What a shame." Imon pouted.

"Aemon, is that enough?"

Baerlon couldn't bear it any longer.

Yimon was unconvinced: "I was wrong?"

"You want to be beaten!"

Baeron didn't like to talk nonsense, so he rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward.

Aemon quickly took a step back and shrank his neck in fear.

My brother’s fist hurts.

"No beating, no honesty."

Baelon rolled his eyes, helped Lyanna, who had cried until she sat down, and said softly, "Don't cry, brother will teach him a lesson."

"do not want!"

Lyanna's eyes were filled with tears. She pulled away Baelon's hand and said in protest: "Don't touch me. You are all bad."

The little girl was crying as she spoke, and her nose turned red.

Baerlon withdrew his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment.

It’s no wonder that my little sister refused, since he and Eamon have the same face.

Most of the time, Lyanna couldn't tell the difference.

Now that he was provoked to tears, Baeron was also implicated.

The commotion here quickly attracted the adults' attention.

Rhaenyra suddenly looked up and saw several children surrounding Lyanna who was crying loudly.

The little girl cried very hard.

I could vaguely see the little tongue trembling in the throat.

"Seven Hells!"

Rainier slapped her forehead and went to separate the two with a headache.

When there are many children, there will inevitably be noise.

In the past, Maeka was the more withdrawn one and often went against Aemon.

With Lyanna's arrival, there was a crazy girl who was fearless.

"Berlon, tell me what's going on?"

Rhaenyra had a stern face, looking intimidating without even getting angry.

Baeron's face froze and he glared at Aemon who had caused the trouble.

Every time there is a conflict between his brothers and sisters, he is the first to suffer.

Who says he is the boss?

"Mother, don't blame Lyanna."

Baelon ignored Aemon's pleading look and told him everything his good brother had done.

"Brother!" Aemon wailed.

"Shut up!"

Rhaenyra's face darkened. She bent down and picked up Lyanna, who had stopped crying. She said angrily, "It's you every time. Do you feel proud of bullying girls?"

"Woo~~"

Lyanna's eyes turned smart and she cried in Rhaenyra's soft arms.

The tears started to fall and soon wet the collar of my clothes.

"No, you!"

Aemon was stunned and pointed at Lyanna speechlessly.

Snapped--

Rhaenyra slapped his hand away and said coldly: "Who allowed you to point at my sister?"

"Woooooo~~"

Seeing this, Lyanna howled even harder.

The little head tilts back and forth like a tumbler.

Snapped--

Rhaenyra slapped her on the butt with her backhand, treating her equally: "Tears are not weapons, hold them back."

"Woo~"

Lyanna's body was shaken by the beating, and her crying stopped abruptly.

Rhaenyra glanced at him and directed her conflict at her second son again: "Whoever caused the trouble must take responsibility and apologize to your sister!"

Lyanna shrank her head, her eyes timid.

I can’t believe that my father’s first wife is quite fair.

Ok……

It seems like I should call her aunt.

Lyanna became more and more confused, and raised her hands to hold her head.

My scalp is itchy, as if it's going to grow a brain.

Yimeng said with a sad face, "I'm sorry."

Bang—Rhaenyra lifted her skirt and kicked her second son on the butt with her small sneakers, scolding him, "Apologize!"

"Woo~~"

Yimeng wanted to cry but had no tears. He shouted, "Anna, I'm sorry!"

Rhaenyra stared at the confused Lyanna and said in a slow voice, "What about you?"

"I'm sorry?" Lyanna asked confusedly.

"wrong."

Rainier was very tired and sighed: "You have the right to decide whether to forgive him or not."

"Can I not forgive you?"

The little girl holds a grudge.

"Okay." Rhaenyra put the puppy skin plaster back on the ground and said calmly, "You can choose to fight him, or wait for revenge later."

Yimon's eyes lit up and he rolled up his sleeves silently.

Seeing the driver being scolded, the liar straightened up at this moment, and his dragon mouth opened into an arc.

Lyanna was not stupid. After comparing her height with Aemon and her body shape with Vermax, she turned around and hugged Rhaenyra's thighs.

Aggrieved: "Fighting is wrong. I will take revenge on him later."

"You decide."

Rhaenyra sighed, grabbed Baelon's ears, and repeatedly reminded him: "Watch out for your brothers and sisters, and don't cause me any trouble."

"Yes, yes." Baelon grinned and stared at Aemon with a fierce look.

"Humph."

Rhaenyra snorted softly, shook her head and returned to her original position.

Lyanna still wanted to curry favor with someone, but was dragged away by Benilla and Rhaena.

It's all over.

Meka in the corner took a look and continued to scrub Thrax's scales.

……

Rhaenyra held her head high and her chest puffed out, like a female general returning victoriously.

clap clap clap...

Rega leaned against the edge of the dragon pit and praised with a smile: "What a good way to control your subordinates. You have made these little kids behave themselves."

"Of course, someone couldn't escape being spanked when he was a child."

Rhaenyra raised her head with a wicked smile and slapped the air provocatively.

Rega was confused.

When I was a child, I was often exploited by "Sister Ai".

But Rainier is indeed very resourceful.

After the brother and sister had a heart-to-heart talk, they became much more open-minded.

Be impartial to the children and give them enough care.

This maternal glory is intoxicating.

Bringing back past memories, Rhaegar's eyes fell on Rhaenyra's red lips, staring at her in a trance.

Rhaenyra tilted her head, her braided silver hair falling across her chest.

Rhaegar's eyes moved downward, and there was a faint scent of milk emanating from under his tear-soaked collar.

His mind is indeed so broad that it cannot be measured with one hand.

"Sister~"

Rhaegar's voice was soft and coquettish.

"uh-huh."

Rainier pursed her lips and chuckled, and the atmosphere became subtle for a moment.

"I'm a little hungry."

Rhaegar was an honest child, he walked up to him and picked him up by the waist.

"You are so grown up, yet you are fighting with your daughter for food."

“Visenya has a wet nurse.”

"..."

Rhaenyra looked up, feeling indescribably proud.

As long as she is alive, her position will be irreplaceable.

Rhaegar would never escape her grasp.

Unbeknownst to the children, the two adults had already slipped out of the dragon's lair.

……

Time flies and the summer is getting hotter.

Meereen,

The Great Pyramid.

"Damn it, can you move faster!"

"Hurry up and send a message to Qohor to build another hundred scorpion crossbows and send them over."

"..."

The hall was in a mess, with the benefactors arguing with each other.

Bang bang bang!
A man held a scepter and knocked on the floor, attracting everyone's attention.

"Balmos, what do you want?"

One of the young benefactors questioned.

In the center of the hall, a thin, middle-aged man with gray hair stood upright.

Black curly hair, brown skin, typical Gujjaris.

Balmos was wearing gorgeous clothes, and he stabbed the golden scepter carved with a harpy on it, and said majestically: "The Dragon King of the Iron Throne is about to arrive, and our current preparations are far from enough."

"What else can you do?"

"The craftsmen of Qohor worked overnight to produce only 400 scorpion crossbows."

"Yunkai and Astapor have been placed under full martial law, and the sea area has been completely blocked."

More than a dozen philanthropists gathered together and gave their speeches.

At this time, the importance of the system becomes apparent.

Meereen is a slave society, governed by the big and small benevolent lords in the city-state.

When encountering major problems, cohesion is tested.

Balmos had the most slaves under his command and was very prestigious. He said, "Braavos and Pentos refused to send troops to support us. We must find other foreign aid."

"Qarth?"

"It's definitely not possible with Qohor. Their Unsullied were bought from Astapor."

"..."

The benevolent masters were discussing this.

"Everyone, it's the Dothraki cavalry!"

Balmos pounded on the floor and said solemnly, "I have contacted the largest Dothraki nomadic tribe on the Great Grass Sea. They have the best archers, and they are even more powerful when they use the scorpion crossbow."

It’s not that dragons haven’t been shot in Targaryen history.

With the combined wealth of Slaver's Bay and the bravery of the Dothraki, it is not impossible to fight against the House of Dragon.

A thousand years ago, the ancient Ghis Empire relied on its land forces to fight against the Free Fortress Empire for decades.

"Dothraki, can you trust me?"

"Letting the Dothraki into the city is like inviting a wolf into the house."

"I think so. The Dothraki only care about money."

Most of the benefactors agreed, but a small number were skeptical.

After all, the Dothraki are notorious for their brutality and uncivilized nature.

On the other hand, they are certainly trustworthy.

If you pay, you will get the job done.

The final vote was unanimous in favor of bribing the Dothraki to join the war.

……

At noon, the flames were blazing high.

Balmos was alone, walking quietly through the corridor.

As you pass by a luxurious room, you can clearly hear the intense breathing of men and women having sex.

It's not difficult to guess from the voices that there is a man and several women.

"Haha, Bastard Dragon King?"

A smile appeared on Balmos's stiff face: "Whether it's a real dragon or a hybrid dragon, a dragon that can be used is a good one."

Soon, we reached our destination.

Salsa…

In a loft with a wide view, a black-robed figure with a red mask shook an hourglass.

The hourglass is reset, and the sand flows steadily.

A copper basin filled with scarlet embers was placed on the shelf, emitting choking gray smoke and sparks.

Balmos stood at the door, staring at the copper basin with greedy eyes.

Buried under the charcoal fire, three dragon eggs with petrified skins gathered together.

(End of this chapter)