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

Chapter 569: Viserys: You will inherit my dragon!
"Don't be afraid, Anna."

Rega had a complicated expression and roughly guessed what had happened.

The young dragon became agitated and mad, and accidentally injured a brother and sister who came to see the dragon.

"Jenny, is this how you take care of my child?"

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of doubt and anger at her eldest son's accident.

"No, it was an accident."

Jenny was helpless and defended herself, "Danni almost got into trouble too."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and motioned for the other person to look outside.

"Hiss!"

Blizzard raised its head and neighed, carrying its driver slowly into the dragon's lair.

Daenerys' eyes were hazy, her face was unnaturally flushed, and she was in a state of drunken confusion.

"Blizzard, slow down."

The little girl's eyes were dazed and she only felt the scene in front of her eyes shaking, and her thin body swayed back and forth with it.

Blizzard glanced with his golden vertical pupils and lowered his back as much as possible to prevent the rider from falling.

When seeing this scene, it is difficult to notice the small movements of the man and the dragon.

Jeyne was eager to prove it, so she pointed at Blizzard and said, "Dany was carried on the back of this dragon, and she almost died just now."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Rhaenyra sneered, pulled her eldest son's burned arm, squinted at the docile Blizzard, and questioned, "My son was burned after touching a dragon, but your daughter got a dragon."

"Mother……"

Belron's face froze and he wanted to explain.

"shut up!"

Rhaenyra scolded loudly, angrily, "You have always been the most cautious child. This is the first time you have been hurt by a dragon."

The dragon is like the most dazzling rose in a garden, its charming appearance conceals endless dangers.

Everyone who has come into contact with a dragon will be left with scars to varying degrees.

Not to mention that Rhaegar and Aemond tamed wild dragons and were injured by the dragons' resistance.

Just like the dragon keepers who guard the giant dragon, each of them has scars left by the dragon.

Therefore, every dragon keeper must have a dragon crystal dagger.

If you encounter dragon flame, this will help you quickly understand the pain.

With murderous eyes, Rhaenyra carefully examined her eldest son's body.

My hair is slightly burnt, my back is red and hot, my knees are bruised and scratched...

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, glared at the innocent-looking Jenny, and said through gritted teeth, "How are you going to explain?"

She couldn't believe that Baeron would be attacked by a dragon.

The eldest son has been very popular with the dragon since he was born.

No dragon had ever tried to harm him.

Faced with the questioning, Jenny also became angry and said coldly: "Anna angered the black dragon. Belron protected his sister. This is all I know."

What the other party meant was simply that he suspected that she intended to hurt Bellon.

It's ridiculous and incomprehensible.

"Gray Shadow has a good relationship with Iragas, and has been in contact with Belron longer than any other dragon keeper!"

Renira raised her voice and approached menacingly.

"Mother."

Baerlon panicked and hurried to stop him.

"Rhaenyra, I said I didn't!"

Jenny's face was as cold as ice, and she argued unwillingly.

The two women moved closer and closer, with only a 6-year-old child between them.

The elderly dragon keepers were stunned and retreated in fear.

Fortunately, the dragon's lair is a royal place and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Jenny came alone, without bringing along her female companions such as Jen Sifu and Bao Lan.

Not to mention Rhaenyra, who hurried to the dragon's lair and only asked a Kingsguard to drive.

Inside the Dragon Cave Hall, the empty environment was unusually lively.

On one side, Menghuo roared softly, relying on his huge body to suppress the two restless dragons.

At the bronze gate, blizzard was crawling slowly, and the little girl on the dragon's back was drowsy.

In the center of the dragon stone floor.

Both Rainier and Jeyne were so angry that they almost lost their minds and crashed into each other.

"stop!"

Rhaegar watched coldly and stopped the fight that was about to break out in time.

What a joke.

A trivial misunderstanding could actually cause a fire in the harem.

"Rhaegar, look at Baelon!"

Rhaenyra turned her head suddenly, pointed at the little girl in the other's arms, and said without interruption: "I have taken care of Anna for so long, and the children are all safe and sound. Jenny only took care of Baerlon for one day."

If Jenny had cared, how could Belron be injured?

"This is a misunderstanding!"

Jenny's eyes widened, knowing full well that the other party was prejudiced.

"Shut up, now!"

Rhaegar had a splitting headache and quickly walked between the two men to prevent the conflict from getting further out of control.

The two angry women were forced to separate and stared at each other coldly.

"Don't argue first, tell the truth about everything."

Rhaegar frowned and pulled out Baelon who was caught in the middle.

Baeron's eyes were red and he was panicking about the situation.

"Don't be afraid, my child."

Rhaegar comforted them softly and sighed softly: "They are all prejudiced. You tell me what happened."

A woman who protects her cub has no rationality at all.

Not as trustworthy and reliable as a child.

"Father, that's not the case."

Baerlon raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in fear: "Iragas lost control. I spoke the dragon language, but did not accept its kindness."

"Iragas showed you favors?"

Rhaegar glanced at the struggling black dragon and said in surprise: "That's why it attacked you."

When a young dragon accepts the command of the Dragon King's bloodline, it means acknowledging the establishment of a relationship.

Baeron rejected Iragas, which led to the backlash.

"Yes." Baeron looked around, then lowered his head and shed tears: "I wanted to protect Anna, so I spoke the dragon language subconsciously."

Upon hearing this, both Rainiera and Jenny were stunned.

No one expected that the main reason for the dragon's attack was revenge. Especially Rhaenyra, who looked at her eldest son with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

"no!"

Suddenly, Anna, who was lying in Rhaegar's arms, poked her head out and explained with tears in her eyes: "It was because I wanted to ride on the dragon's back that the dragon got angry."

As he spoke, his little body trembled and he apologized in a crying voice.

Seeing this, Jenny took out a handkerchief to wipe the little girl's tears, and tore off a corner of her skirt to bandage Bellon's arm.

This time it was the two women's turn to remain silent.

Both children were at fault for pushing the accident to the brink of collapse.

Rhaegar shook his head secretly and slowed down his voice: "Listen carefully, this was just an accident."

"I always knew."

Jenny spoke in a calm tone as she bandaged the wound gently.

"Hi!~"

When the silk touched the wound, Belron gasped in pain and tears came out.

Rhaenyra took a look, turned her head away reluctantly, and gritted her teeth: "It's your own fault!"

He insisted on being a hero, but in the end he made himself look like a bear.

dong dong!

The misunderstanding was resolved and the atmosphere became strangely depressing.

Viserys came over with great effort, accompanied by the sound of his cane tapping the ground.

"Father." Seeing this, Rhaegar stepped forward to support him.

"No, I can still leave."

Viserys's face was gloomy. He pushed his eldest son away with his crutch and swept his cloudy old eyes over the three women present.

Rhaenyra and Helena are his eldest and second daughters, and Jenny is the niece of his late wife Emma.

Helena was the most innocent. She stood alone on the edge, watching Menghuo pick up the two dragons.

Viserys glanced past the usually quiet second daughter.

When Rhaenyra and Jeyne met the old king's gaze, their hearts trembled and they quietly distanced themselves from him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Viserys suddenly coughed violently, and grasped his eldest son's arm with his dry hands. His face was solemn: "Rhaegar, I have heard a lot. As a father and successor, I want to tell you that it is not easy to run a family."

"I understand." Rhaegar forced a smile.

"No, you're not qualified."

Viserys shook his head back and forth, called Ser Elric who was accompanying him, and warned him: "You must know that family represents many factors, which cannot be solved by wisdom and bravery."

Erik strode forward, holding the unconscious Daenerys in his arms.

"Dani?"

Rega was stunned for a moment, and when he looked again, Blizzard was already crawling at the door.

Viserys brushed aside his granddaughter's silver hair and touched her hot cheek with his fingers. "My poor little granddaughter, a valiant dragon rider, forgotten by her parents."

Speaking of which, this is not the first time the grandfather and grandson have met.

After Daenerys was born, at the end of the farce of the wedding, Viserys rode to the Eyrie on Vermithor.

After that incident, his physical condition deteriorated day by day, and he rarely rode a dragon for many years.

"Father, I'm sorry."

Rhaegar held Anna in one hand and took Dany with the other.

"There's nothing to apologize for."

Viserys was very open-minded, and a smile broke out on his pale face. "Both girls are good girls. Bring them to talk to their grandfather often."

Jenny's eyes flickered slightly when she heard this.

Does the old king mean to protect his two daughters?
Rhaenyra clenched her fists secretly, feeling a sour feeling in her heart.

Viserys was keenly aware of his eldest daughter's little thoughts, and he took her clenched hand and wrapped it tightly with his two big hands.

Rhaenyra looked back in surprise.

"Rhaegar did nothing wrong."

Viserys' eyes were gentle, all fatherly, and he reminded him, "Baelon is a good boy. This marriage will surely strengthen the family."

Feeling aggrieved, Rhaenyra pulled at her hand but failed to break free, and pouted: "Maybe."

Without Jenny, those two children would not exist.

She has backed down step by step.

"My daughter, you have been wronged. I have always known that."

Viserys looked up at her and said sincerely, "But you are my sister. It is necessary to be patient occasionally."

"Father~~"

Rhaenyra's heart trembled, and she couldn't help shedding tears.

After all these years, only her father remembered her efforts.

"Okay."

Viserys smiled, and all his words came together into one warning.

Rhaegar watched silently as his father resolved conflicts for him one by one.

In the early days of my father's reign, our family was weak, but we managed to survive by relying on some means.

On the contrary, it is myself who is now in a family with many members and the shadow of internal strife is beginning to emerge.

Viserys patted his eldest son's shoulder, then pulled the distraught Baelon over and said kindly, "You gave up the young dragon. Can you tell grandfather why?"

Baeron raised his head and glanced at his father.

Rhaegar nodded, signaling him to speak freely.

Belron sniffed and said guiltily: "Iragas is good, but I want a dragon."

"Oh?" Viserys thought.

Baeron pointed at the light blue Dreamfire and said frankly, "I want this kind of dragon. I have a feeling that I need a dragon."

Hearing the word "premonition", Viserys's face darkened slightly, and he said seriously: "There are very few dragons in the family, and most of them have owners."

"I know."

Baeron lowered his head in disappointment.

All giant dragons have owners, and he doesn't like ownerless dragons.

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then said to Rhaegar seriously, "Take Baelon to see Silverwing. He is also a great dragon."

Although it is not as big as an adult dragon, its age and physique are enough to suppress the three generations of dragons in the family.

"I will," Rhaegar promised.

Upon hearing this, Belron lost interest.

Silverwing is only slightly bigger than the Sheep Thief, not to mention the Glutton and Vhagar, and is far inferior to Dreamfyre.

"Are you not pleased?"

Viserys noticed the little fellow's expression, and an idea suddenly occurred to him. He smiled and said, "If you still don't have a dragon when you grow up, perhaps it means that you have another destiny."

"What do you mean?" Belron didn't understand.

Viserys shook his head and laughed, stroked his head gently, and promised: "When I die, if you still haven't found the dragon you want, my dragon will be yours to inherit."

(End of this chapter)