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

Chapter 543: Rainier: Apply to go to war!

The dragon cubs swarmed over, their eyes shining.

Rhaegar rubbed his eldest son's head and said helplessly: "I will only take Maekar with me this time. You will stay in Lys."

Volantis is not yet safe enough for all the dragon cubs to go out in full force.

"Can't I do it either?"

Belron was greatly disappointed, but still tried to fight for it: "I can take care of my brother."

Meka lay in his father's arms, his big eyes sparkling.

Rhaegar shook his head and refused, "Not yet. Maekar is just going for a stroll."

Belron's face fell, and he said dejectedly: "Because I don't have a dragon?"

He pointed at Slax who was yawning in the corner, his eyes full of stubbornness.

Several of the brothers and sisters had dragons, and they took a boat to the road to Rees and flew with their mother.

His father must have disliked the fact that he didn't have a dragon and didn't want to take him out with him.

Rhaegar didn't expect his eldest son to have such a radical idea. He squatted down and said hesitantly, "Baeron, do you want a dragon?"

The best way to solve a problem is to break the deadlock.

Give the eldest son a one-stop service and the problem will be solved.

Baelon turned his head and whispered, "If I have disappointed you, perhaps you should choose a suitable dragon as soon as possible."

"No! You are so young, how could you disappoint others?"

Rhaegar lifted his eldest son's chin and taught him carefully: "It is not accurate to say that dragons are our tools. We must be respectful."

Baeron was silent.

He still wanted a dragon, to go out with his father like Maekar did.

To the battlefields, to the newly conquered lands.

Maika tilted her head to look at her brother, resting her chin on her hands.

The other dragon cubs all looked disappointed, their eyes all on Baerlon.

Even the heir to the Iron Throne was rejected, let alone them.

Rhaegar held Maekar in one hand and his silent eldest son in the other, and their foreheads touched. "Think about it carefully. If you want a dragon, as a father, I will do my best to satisfy you."

He did have a preference for Maekar, but he never held back on Baelon.

The eldest son is the heir and should always have a position that dominates other children.

"Take good care of your brothers and sisters, and don't let your imagination run wild."

Rhaegar gently massaged his eldest son's shoulders, then stood up and walked away.

"Hiss~~"

Slax followed the little master and left the venue together.

Baeron lowered his head and looked at his father's back.

"Brother, don't be unhappy."

Lyanna came forward, handed over the small Womackus, and coaxed, "I'll lend you Little Sunny."

Belron glanced at it and rubbed his sister's hairy head: "No need, Anna."

It was a little baby dragon, and he was the one who gave away the dragon egg.

Speaking of which, the hatching of dragon eggs is really unreasonable.

It didn't hatch in his hands for six years, but when it was handed over to his sister, a baby dragon hatched.

"Get out of the way, little girl."

Aemon pushed Anna aside, put his arm around his eldest brother's shoulders, and said righteously, "Let's go! I'll take you back to Dragonstone, and we'll go find Silver Wing together."

If we were to say who knows the eldest brother's heart best, it would definitely be him.

Belron glanced at him again and pulled his hand away in disgust: "Forget it, you'll piss your pants."

"You guys play first, I'm going to go out for a walk."

Belron didn't want to hear the consolation and walked out of the dragon's lair silently.

Comfort is what the weak need.

His father said that he was born strong.

And to be strong, one needs an adult dragon with overwhelming advantages.

……

"Hiss..."

"Be quiet, Syrax."

When Reja returned to the Dragon Cave Hall, he was immediately attracted by the golden beast.

Syrax lay on the floor, shaking his head playfully.

Rhaenyra put on the long-lost black dragon riding suit and stood beside it, rubbing the dragon's jaw.

Rhaegar was surprised and asked, "Rhaenyra, are you going out on patrol?"

"No!" Rhaenyra smiled back and declared, "Where you go, I will go."

"But I must return to Volantis. Lys cannot be left unguarded."

Rhaegar had a bad feeling.

Rhaenyra stepped forward and took Maekar from her arms, saying frankly, "I don't want to stay behind. Lanaar will protect Lys for me."

Laena left the battlefield, Helena stayed at home to recuperate, and Aemond was exiled.

The war lacks capable dragon riders, and she can take over.

Rhaegar said bluntly: "The battlefield is dangerous."

"You are in danger, how is that any different from me being in danger?"

Rhaenyra's purple eyes sparkled. She took Rhaegar's hand and placed it on her heart, pleading, "I am your sister. Let me be Visenya for once."

Fighting alongside my brother has been my long-cherished wish since the Second Battle of the Stone Steps Islands.

Unfortunately, I have been pregnant and giving birth repeatedly for many years.

Just as her mother said, the delivery bed became her battlefield.

Today, the battle concerning the family's honor and disgrace has started again.

She didn't want to back down and hoped to do her part.

Rhaegar turned his head, still unable to avoid Rhaenyra's burning gaze, and warned: "When we arrive on the battlefield, you and Syrax must obey orders."

Faced with Rhaenyra's request, he would not reject it as he had rejected Baelon.

Rhaenyra has the ability to ride a dragon into battle.

Hiding her and burying her abilities will only destroy her.

boo~
Rhaenyra was overjoyed. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the side of his face, saying with certainty, "Don't worry, I will never fall behind."

"Better so."

Rhaegar wiped his wet saliva and pressed down the corners of his mouth: "Let's go!"

……

Over Reese.

"Hiss-"

"..."

The pitch-black dragon wings that covered the sky cast an inky shadow, and its roar like thunder resounded throughout the city.

The Glutton took the lead as a dragon and plunged into the clouds.

"Follow him, Syrax!"

Accompanied by the clear dragon training language, a giant topaz-colored dragon took off into the air, roaring with joy.

After the two dragons.

A young dragon with silver-gray scales and mist-colored wing membranes flew out slowly and followed at a leisurely pace.

In a loft in a flat-topped tower, Lannar was wearing a light nightgown that generously exposed her shoulders and legs, standing in front of the French window and looking into the distance.

A little boy could be vaguely seen tied to the back of the silver-gray dragon.

Lanar saw this and was speechless: "How can you be a parent like this?"

Tie it directly to the dragon's back. It's a pity they thought of this.

Are there really so many children, born just to play?

Gulu gulu~~
A gurgling sound was heard and Lannar covered her stomach in surprise.

"Hungry again."

Lannar shook her head, the straps slipped off her smooth shoulders, and turned to look for food.

As she moved with lotus steps, her round waist swayed, and a hint of white was revealed through her collar.

With the nourishment of love, her already plump figure has become more mature and charming.

……

Same floor attic.

Messalia was leaning against the windowsill, holding a curly-haired puppy in her arms.

"Woo~~"

The puppy was washed clean and white, and it stuck out its tongue.

Mesaria looked on quietly, with confusion hidden in her eyes.

"Damon, you always give difficult questions."

Messaria's eyes were deep as she stroked the puppy's head.

If that man had been as docile and loyal as a puppy, she wouldn't be in her current situation.

He left without saying a word.

Leave her in Rees with an order.

It was as if she was a piece of toilet paper, only becoming important when needed.

……

Midsummer has arrived.

In Slave Bay, fleets flying colorful flags blocked the estuary and cut off maritime communications with the outside world.

On the banks of the Worm River, a huge city built of red bricks stands.

—Astapor

Under the scorching sun, the slave city-state seemed to be in some kind of predicament.

On the majestic city walls, several wise lords looked anxious and whipped slaves to vent their anger from time to time.

Crack!

"Damn it, what did Meereen and New Ghis say!?"

A bald wise leader swung his whip and roared in anger.

The whipped slave knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "The sea area of ​​New Ghis has been blocked, and the messenger from Meereen sent a wooden box."

New Ghis, located at the mouth of Slaver's Bay, is an island city-state that was also built on the ashes of the ancient Ghis Empire.

After the fleet from Westeros attacked, it immediately raised a neutral flag.

"Asshole, you don't care about our lives!"

The bald wise master was furious, and he whipped the slave in the face with a whip, saying, "If you don't support me, wait for the slaves in the city to open the city and surrender."

"no no!"

The slaves were beaten to pieces, and they waved their hands in fear: "We rely on our wise master to survive, and we dare not betray him."

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

The bald wise master's mood improved and he let the slave who delivered the message go.

Turning around, he saw the other wise lords milling around, each of them in a daze.

A young wise lord knelt on the ground, touching the burnt-black parapet with his hands, and murmured absentmindedly: "Dragon, what a beautiful golden dragon."

The Iron Throne's fleet is stationed at the Worm River to cut off Astapor's external control.

For several days, a golden dragon was sent to burn the city-state.

After several rounds of intimidation, people in the city were already in panic.

The bald wise master ignored them and opened the wooden box sent by the messenger.

Suddenly, a stiff shout was heard.

"Dragon! Get out of the way!"

"..."

The bald wise leader was horrified and before he could react, he was knocked down by a black-armored soldier.

"Hiss!"

A gorgeous golden dragon broke through the clouds, and dragon flames as bright as the sun's surface surged towards it.

"Dragon Flame, add more fire!"

Aegon was dressed in black battle armor and spoke commands in High Valyrian mixed with the Common Speech.

Rumbling--

Yang Yan's pupils were erected with excitement as he glided from one end of the city wall to the other, burning with dragon flames.

"Hiss!"

A flaming star rose into the sky with its head raised, its pale pink wings as gorgeous as a rainbow.

Thousands of Unsullied were guarding the city walls, but a few didn't have time to dodge and were killed by the dragon's flames.

"Go, let's go!"

The bald wise lord with smoky makeup climbed down the city wall in a panic under the protection of the Unsullied.

The Unsullied are well-trained and will not back down in the face of a dragon.

Under the leadership of the commander with three helmet spikes, they controlled the scorpion crossbows to launch a counterattack.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan spewed out several puffs of dragon flame and escaped before the scorpion crossbow was fired.

Aegon's face flushed, and he cheered: "Well done, today's mission is accomplished."

……

The man and the dragon left in style, leaving the wise lord of Astapor alone with his heart beating faster.

Watching the golden dragon fly away, the Unsullied breathed a sigh of relief and carried away the charred corpse of their companion as usual.

Under the city wall, two Unsullied were flanking the bald wise master on the left and right.

The bald sage's thighs trembled, his face pale: "No, we can't go on like this."

The enemy blocked the river bank and sent dragons to attack every day.

They became an isolated city, and the thousands of Unsullied troops were powerless.

As he was speaking, several Unsullied walked down the city wall with heavy expressions.

One of the Unsullied was carrying a burnt, smelly corpse covered in luxurious ornaments.

"This, this is..."

The bald wise master opened his eyes wide and trembled so hard that he couldn't speak.

……

the other side,
After the daily attack, Aegon returned to his base excitedly.

He jumped off the dragon's back and looked around for someone.

The camp was in chaos, and finally the military scholar was called in.

He bit the tip of the pen and scribbled out a few ugly lines that looked like chicken scratching.

(End of this chapter)