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

Chapter 557 Aegon, do you want a wife?

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Several giant dragons roared towards the sky, and looked at the dragon-eating species with vigilance.

To be precise, it is a man and a dragon in front of the Great Pyramid.

"Syrax, what's wrong with you?"

Rhaenyra was sweating all over and lying on the dragon saddle, caring for her beloved dragon.

Syracuse shook his head and lay on the ground in a daze.

It didn't know either, but the sound of the horn was magical and soothed the ferocity in its bones.

"Sheep thieves, move!"

Aemond tightened his grip and shouted at the dragon.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief glanced at the bloodworm and moved reluctantly.

Korakshuu let out a sharp roar, and stared at the dragon-eating creature with his pupils erect and fierce.

"Quiet, Korakhuu."

Damon remained calm and sensed the danger from the sound of the horn.

Having failed to kill his one-eyed nephew immediately, he had lost the chance for revenge.

Keep going, your good nephew won't sit idly by.

……

"Greedy, you never learn your lesson."

Rhaegar leaned back, resting his elbows on the hard scales, and teased the dragon playfully.

"Roar……"

The glutton let out a bland roar, as if he was accusing someone.

It is a dragon-eating species. Is it wrong for it to be greedy?

"Very naughty, old fellow."

Rhaegar complained quietly and did not pursue the matter any further.

boom--

The half-man-high horn was thrown out casually, rolled in the air and fell to the ground, breaking into a pool of melon-rind-like fragments.

Under the burning of black fire, holes of various sizes were burned into the ox horn material, and the gold melted into juice.

This is the side effect of the Dragon Dance, which mortals cannot bear.

If Rhaegar was not a dragonborn, he would have been burned to death in the flames.

"Put me down."

Rhaegar patted the dragon's head and looked at the dragons below.

"Roar……"

The Glutton snorted heavily, and his body slowly crawled, with his dragon head flat on the ground.

Darren was the closest and swallowed subconsciously.

"Gulu~"

The pitch-black dragon crouched down, and at first glance it looked like a collapsing coal mountain, and would be buried in the next second.

"very scary."

Daeron blanched and rubbed Tessarion's scales.

Tessarion was even worse than his rider, the entire dragon trembled and curled up into a cobalt blue ball.

With the dual deterrent power of Dragon-Eating Species and Dragon Dance, the oppressive feeling is simply not something a sub-adult dragon can endure.

In contrast, the other adult dragons are in much better condition.

Syrax lay down obediently, allowing the rider to slide down from the dragon's back.

"Rhaegar, are you okay?!"

Rhaenyra rolled off the dragon and ran forward with the Light of the Kingdom slung around her waist.

"It was a dream."

Rhaegar smiled, slung his dragon whip, and welcomed them with open arms: "It's peaceful, but not as good as your fighting with dragons."

"Nonsense."

Rhaenyra threw herself into his arms, her eyes misty with tears: "If anything happens to you, everyone will suffer."

Still not satisfied after saying this, he clenched his fist and punched it towards his heart.

Boom!
There was a dull thud, and Rainier cried in pain.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Rhaegar was stunned when he saw this. He first held Rhaenyra's red hand, and then checked her body.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened as she lifted up his shirt.

The dragonborn form appeared, his skin was as pale as paper, and his angular muscles were particularly tempting.

"Rhaegar, you've grown."

Rhaenyra's eyes were subtle. She pinched Rhaegar's right chest, and then moved to his left chest.

The pitch-black scales are arranged to form a solid shield.

Rhaegar looked down and saw seven black dragon scales growing on his chest, protecting his heart tightly.

Rhaenyra quickly covered it with her body, glanced back, and whispered nervously, "Has your blood been purified again?"

Rhaegar's bloodline is too pure, and the evil nature of dragons is hidden in his bones.

Once the purity exceeds the upper limit, the spirit will be affected.

Rega murmured, "It seems so."

I touched my chest and found that the scales were not smooth, but rough and a little hot, like an iron shield that had been exposed to the sun in the dog days of summer.

But he did not feel out of control, his mood was stable and calm.

"Rhaegar, don't lie to me." Rhaenyra was still worried after hearing this.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Rhaegar was rarely serious and held the other's hand against his heart.

The calm and orderly heartbeat proved that he was not lying.

Silently, bring up the Explorer panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+62%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream Eater (purple)

Blood Sorcery: Binding Spell (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Pure Water...

Comment: "Ancient bloodline, good at making up for deficiencies."

Lei Jia paid attention to the blood column, and the purity of his bloodline was improved again.

Purified from 61% to 62%, the “+” before the number still exists.

"The Dragon Dance has greatly stimulated the bloodline."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and his gratitude to Daenerys grew even stronger.

The other party must have foreseen something, which is why he tried his best to urge him to listen to the Dragon Dance.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"of course."

Seeing Rhaegar's confident expression, Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Daemon and Aemond, how are you going to deal with this?"

The uncle and nephew fought among themselves and behaved extremely badly.

She failed to mediate and began to take sides.

She would beat whoever had the upper hand, trying to prevent the dragon from making a desperate struggle.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Rhaegar knew how to control his sister's heart. He put his arm around her delicate waist and gave her a warm hug.

I don't know why.

Perhaps the Dragon Dance is a piece of music that soothes the dragon, or perhaps it is the spiritual power gained after a dream.

Lei Jia put aside his chaotic thoughts and his heart was as calm as a clear spring.

He was not at all disturbed by the anger towards the fake dragon and the family infighting.

Rainier listened to the voice, felt the pressure on her chest, and leaned against the embrace unnaturally.

The feeling of being manipulated is both annoying and fascinating.

……

"Uncle, you started this, right?"

Rhaegar looked calm as he looked directly at Daemon as he got off the dragon's back.

Damon placed his hands on his abdomen and said regretfully, "Yes, I wasn't decisive enough."

If that ugly mud dragon didn't run around, he and Korak would have a 70% chance of success.

"Just admit it."

Rhaegar nodded, turned to look at the indignant Aemond, and said coldly: "You should be east of Essos, not leading the Dothraki cavalry to invade Meereen."

The culprit of this turmoil was basically determined to be Aemond. If he had not led the Dothraki cavalry to attack the city, the war would not have escalated and led to the three dragons fighting.

At most, the slave owners would rebel, which the Unsullied could easily suppress.

Aemond listened to the accusation and retorted, "I was trying to help you, but Daemon attacked me!"

"Oh?" Daemon glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Do you want to see the city wall that was burned down by your dragon? I was just attacking the invaders."

"Damon, do you think you can suppress me just because you are my elder?"

Aemond's voice was grim, and his one eye flashed coldly.

"Yes."

Damon smiled, tilted his head and stared at his one-eyed nephew, and said deliberately: "So, what do you want to do?"

Swish!
Aemond was furious and drew the sword from his waist.

Once the Scarlet Maker was unsheathed, the blood-red blood groove burst into a sharp edge, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in the air.

boom--

"You can't even hold a sword, you idiot."

Damon showed a look of triumph and suddenly kicked the opponent's wrist, sending the Scarlet Maker flying into the air.

"No!" Imond was shocked. He didn't expect the other party to play against the norm.

This scene happened suddenly, and Rhaenyra and Daeron were also stunned.

"Oh, two idiots."

Rhaegar sighed and said disdainfully, "Let's all get some sleep."

"Cuckoo."

A dream-eating toad popped out of his forehead, a pair of dead fish eyes flashing.

Rhaegar placed his palm under his lips and exhaled gently.

call--

The invisible gas formed a vortex, and there seemed to be gray sand mixed in it, floating into the nostrils of the uncle and nephew.

Damon and Imond only felt a buzzing in their heads, and their bodies fell straight back.

Pfft!Pfft!
There were two dull thuds, and the back of his head hit the ground precisely.

"magic!!"

Darren exclaimed.

"Hmm." Rhaegar smiled and ordered, "Take Aemond away. I'll teach you a few moves when I have time."

"yes, Sir!"

Daeron was full of energy and carried Aemond's heavy body away.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was confused and looked around at the people present, wanting to rescue the driver.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton saw its intention, opened its bloody mouth and growled.

The sheep thief suddenly became obedient and shrank back dejectedly.

Rhaegar was not idle. He kicked the sleeping Daemon and sighed, "When he wakes up, let him go back to King's Landing. We'll see how he can face his father."

They had attacked him before, and now they were attacking Aemond.

He was in no mood to judge his uncle, so he let his father handle it.

Rhaenyra hesitated to speak, but ultimately made no rebuttal.

Dimon has become much more kind in recent years.

He had shown the utmost respect to her and Rhaegar.

Just as Aemond hired someone to kill the White Worm, Rhaegar protected his brothers.

Daemon and Aemond were fighting each other, and Rhaegar was reluctant to favor either side.

It would be better to leave the decision to my father who is far away in King's Landing.

"His Majesty."

A sea serpent came from a distance, guarded by a team of Unsullied on both sides.

Rhaegar glanced over and asked, "What's going on?"

He was thinking about things, about Old Valyria.

Reading Diana Fitznick's dream memory, it is confirmed that there is a dragon horn in the land of long summer.

The dragon horn of the dream has the power to calm the dragons of the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

The internal strife within the family originated from the courage that the dragon gave to the Targaryens to fight.

If he obtains a dragon horn, he won't have to worry about his family members' dragons rebelling.

The sea snake was sweating profusely, and gritted his teeth and said: "The rebellion has been initially suppressed, the great master and the slave soldiers have been arrested, and the Dothraki cavalry have also left the city."

An army of five thousand Unsullied is enough to sweep across Slaver's Bay.

There are only two or three thousand people in Meereen, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Rhaegar nodded when he heard this, and suddenly remembered: "How is Aegon?"

"Prince Aegon..."

The sea snake was speechless for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "You should see it for yourself."

Rhaegar's expression changed slightly, and he turned around and rode on the Glutton.

……

In the ruins, the broken golden dragon was seriously injured and wailing weakly.

"Kagerou, my Kagerou..."

Aegon couldn't stop crying and lay on the charred dragon horn and called out.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Yang Yan's pupils were dilated, his body was in so much pain that he dared not move, and he barely lifted the tip of his tail.

The tail originally had a light pink dorsal fin, but now it is burned completely bare.

pat!

The dragon's tail slapped the ground and slid gently to the rider's feet.

Aegon took a closer look and felt grief rising from his heart: "Yangyan!"

Both the man and the dragon were seriously injured and hugged each other for warmth.

This was the scene Rhaegar saw when he arrived.

"Don't cry, it won't die."

Rhaegar helped Aegon up and sighed, "I have a way to heal Yangyan's wounds."

"Really?"

Aegon's tears were streaming down his face and blood was seeping from his bandaged abdomen.

"I don't lie."

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and summoned Ouroboros to treat him carefully.

Dragons are top magical creatures.

As long as you don’t die on the spot, even the most serious injuries can be healed.

At worst, he rode the Glutton to Sothoryos to hunt some pterosaurs.

With good meat, injuries can heal very quickly.

Upon hearing this, Aegon's tense spirit relaxed and he couldn't help feeling dizzy.

I've been through a lot this day.

Entering the city, being attacked, chaos, Yang Yan being injured...

This caused great trauma to his fragile heart, which only wanted to give up.

"Go to sleep and have a good rest."

Rhaegar sighed softly and held Aegon in his arms, resting his head on his chest.

What can I do as a brother?

Aegon sobbed and murmured in a daze: "Mommy~"

Rhaegar: ...

His face turned black and his heart was filled with complicated feelings.

Allison is really not a good mother. Her children all lack love.

Of all the children, it was Aegon, the most bad-tempered one, who had the deepest feelings for her and he often went to Harrenhal to visit her.

Although we always quarrel and part ways unhappily.

"Aegon is old enough to marry."

Rhaegar remained silent, thinking about today's thrilling events.

What if the assassin's dagger did not stab the abdomen, but pierced the heart or slit the throat.

He was about to lose a younger brother, and the family bloodline would be cut off.

Thinking of this, Rega's mind flashed through the image of Diana Fitznick's obedient appearance.

Bang!

Rhaegar knew what was going on. He slapped Aegon on the back of his head. Looking at Aegon's dazed eyes, he lowered his head and asked, "Aegon, do you want an extra wife?"

(End of this chapter)