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

Chapter 584 Regaining the Dark Sisters
Volantis.

New Governor's Residence, back garden.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A huge scarlet dragon crawled on the ground, stretched its neck and let out a warning roar.

"Hiss!"

Another scarlet dragon circled in the sky, shuttling through the thin clouds, its vertical pupils staring at him without moving.

……

In the attic, the servants stood nervously.

Damon's face was dark as he wolfed down the food on the table, ignoring the looks from others.

The attendants watched the prince with their eyes and noses, and dared not provoke the ranger prince who was displeased with them.

For a moment, an suffocating high pressure filled the building.

creak-

The door suddenly opened, and Rhaenys, wearing a beige shirt, walked in and asked in surprise, "Cousin, is your dragon injured?"

Damon paused chewing, swallowed the food residue with force, and said with difficulty: "There is a riot in Slaver Bay. I'm here to stay for two days."

"I know."

Rhaenys folded her arms across her chest and said as she walked, "The Unsullied army is moving down the Skadden River and is almost around the Sea of ​​Smoke."

The great lords and the good lords were killed, the false Dragon King was dealt with, and even the slave population in the city-state was relocated in large numbers.

The marrow of Slave Bay has been almost drained out and it has lost its strategic significance.

Whether there is violence or not, it will not have any impact.

The key point is that the 5,000 Unsullied army retreated safely, and the choice made in the crisis moment was just right.

Hearing the word "sea of ​​smoke", Damon seemed to think of something bad and took a big gulp of his drink.

"what is going on?"

Rhaenys's eyes flashed, and she asked tentatively: "The bloodworm's injuries are very strange. Did you encounter something?"

As a member of the older generation who had experienced the heyday of the Centenarian King, she had clearly seen similar wounds.

My nephew Rhaegar is determined to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke, so we must do a good job of intelligence management.

If there is great danger, do not enter rashly.

Damon sighed deeply, leaned back irritably, and said in a deep voice: "You may not believe it, but I didn't even see what that damn thing was."

Appearing suddenly and attacking without warning.

If the bloodworm hadn't been so agile, it might have been cut in half.

Rhaenys's expression changed slightly, and she said solemnly: "Tell me about your experience of entering the Sea of ​​Smoke, no matter how big or small."

Damon glanced at her, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and reluctantly began to tell the story.

The general experience can be described as bizarre.

As soon as the two large ships entered the sea of ​​smoke, they were overturned by the sudden waves.

A large ship ran aground and sank in the Boiling Waters not long after it sailed.

Half of the people on the boat were attacked by stone people when they passed through a piece of land and turned into dead and living dead.

Finally, Damon led six intact large ships to find a complete continent.

Where there are volcanoes, smog and reefs.

But Damon could see clearly that a few miles into the continent was a fertile grassland without any smoke.

"The Land of Long Summer?"

Rhaenys narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling doubtful.

As a descendant of old Valyria, he has a natural yearning for the land of long summer.

Know a lot about this.

"I saw a snowy mountain towering into the sky."

Damon's eyes were filled with reminiscence, and his face unconsciously relaxed a little. He then laughed at himself and said, "Who knows where exactly it is?"

Before he could set foot on that continent, he was swept away by a strange storm and encountered an underwater volcanic eruption.

The surging magma gushed out and sprinkled down, and the dark volcanic ash seemed to bury the sky and the earth.

The fleet was unable to escape and was completely destroyed under the volcanic ash.

Korakshu flew out of the volcanic eruption area and landed on a fragmented island to rest.

It was also there that he was attacked by an unknown creature with tentacles and almost died on the spot.

Rhaenys listened intently, secretly frightened, and asked, "Is it a fire dragon worm?"

The Black Death, Balerion's third rider, Aerea Targaryen, died from the parasitism of the fire dragon worm.

The man and the dragon must have encountered an attack from a fire dragon worm.

"No!"

Damon denied it straightforwardly, saying, "Dragon maggots are natural enemies of dragons and can even spit out fire, but they will never cause that kind of injury."

"you sure?"

Rhaenys was skeptical.

Damon's eyes were deep, and he said calmly: "There is a living dragon maggot on that island."

"The maester of the Citadel is over-exaggerating. He is a worm that breathes fire."

Not to mention an adult dragon at the top of the food chain, even an ordinary person with a sword can hurt it.

Rhaenys was stunned for a moment, and sighed sincerely: "You should be thankful that you were not entangled by that thing and burned your blood and fire."

The tragic plight of Aria was recorded in history books in a tearful and bloody manner.

boom--

Damon stood up suddenly and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your hospitality, I will leave now."

"Where are you going?"

Rhaenys frowned and tilted her head: "Didn't you say you wanted to stay here for two days?"

She still had a lot to say to Damon.

Lannar has lost a lot of weight these days, and as her husband, Damon cannot shirk his responsibility.

Daemon turned his head to avoid his gaze and said nonchalantly, "Let's go back to Tyrosh, my own territory."

The exploration of the Sea of ​​Smoke failed and Slave Bay was lost.

He always has a place to stand.

"Are you sure?"

Rhaenys's brows twisted into a knot, and she said in a deep voice: "Damon, you are habitually escaping again."

Damon was stunned when he heard this and stopped walking.

Rhaenys took a deep breath and said bluntly: "Viserys is weak in character. You always think you are better than him and the best son of brave Baelon." "I want to tell you, never!"

Stunned!

Daemon's eyes were gloomy, and he drew his sword and put it against Rhaenys' throat: "You think I dare not kill you?"

These words that pierce through one's inner thoughts were enough to irritate him.

"Haha, if you have the guts, just do it."

Rhaenys looked as if she had seen a great joke, and continued without fear: "Viserys is the king. He faces hundreds of problems every day."

"Although his solution was not satisfactory, the kingdom prospered under his rule."

"He has a weak side, but when faced with adversity, he always maintains the bottom line that a dragon should have."

"I don't need you to judge what my brother is like."

Damon pushed the blade forward, his face growing colder.

He didn't want outsiders to compare him with his brother.

Whether good or bad.

Rhaenys did not retreat a single step. She raised her head high, ignoring the blood flowing from the pierced neck. "And you, my cousin."

"You are a poor creature, and you will never be able to bear the burden on your shoulders."

"You're talking nonsense!" Damon looked at him coldly, thinking that the other party was talking nonsense.

However, the two parties were clearly standing on a parallel line, but Rhaenys was looking down at him from a high position.

In Damon's angry eyes.

Rhaenys smiled and said calmly: "Tell me something you have done that is a great responsibility, right now!"

The "one-day crown prince" was uttered when his sister-in-law died in childbirth and his nephew was imprisoned.

Or he reconciled with Viserys and secretly seduced his niece into falling.

Or maybe, the assassination of the nephew who ruined the good deeds, the Tyrosh Campaign that caused his wife's difficult childbirth, the third nephew who was waiting for an opportunity to take revenge...

One thing after another, there is no honor at all.

Not even one person took responsibility and made amends for the mistakes they made.

Rhaenys looked down at him pitifully and shook her head gently: "Damon, I regret marrying my daughter to you. You did not protect her well."

"You are only relying on Viserys's charity and forgiveness."

"Without your brother's protection, there is no place for you in the family."

Every word is heart-wrenching and every sentence is murderous.

It seemed as if the sarcasm had been planned specifically to irritate him.

But it can also accurately hit the soft spot.

Damon's breathing became heavier, and the ugliness deep inside him was revealed, as if he was nakedly exposed to the sun.

"what!!"

He let out an unwilling roar and chopped with his sword with all his might.

……

Outside the door, at the corner of the corridor.

"Prince, the old princess has something to take care of, and you haven't finished your homework yet."

Tailan was embarrassed and tried to persuade him earnestly.

"I can write it later."

Maika was holding a dragon doll, his face calm, "I want to see my great uncle, his dragon is injured."

Hearing this, Tailan's face suddenly turned bitter, and he said helplessly: "Damon is not a good-tempered person, especially towards your father's bloodline."

A dissolute prince who travels between light and darkness, acting in a high-profile and flamboyant manner, always full of danger.

Who can guarantee that such a person will not do something out of line?

"No, Master Tailan."

Meka raised her chubby face and strode towards the closed door.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the door, accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade falling to the ground.

"Hurry!" Meka widened his eyes and ran very fast with his short legs.

"Seven gods bless you!"

Tailan moved faster, leaping over the little prince and kicking the door open.

"what happened!?"

The door slammed shut and Tailan looked around nervously.

Meka came swiftly, crouched behind the minister's legs and peeked into the hall.

At this moment.

There was a deep crack on the sandalwood dining table, with half of the sword stuck in the gap. The rest of the sword and the hilt fell to the ground and spun around.

Damon looked dejected and slumped in his chair.

He lowered his proud head and fell into deep self-reflection.

It is undeniable that his brother defends him at every turn.

As sons of the brave Baeron, the bond between the brothers is stronger than gold.

But, this is not what he wants.

Damon covered his face with his hands in pain. The pride in his bones and the desire buried deep in his heart tortured him terribly.

"Damon, stand up."

With a determined look in her eyes, Rhaenys kicked the broken sword away and reached out to untie the sword at her waist.

"What else can you say?"

Damon's voice was hoarse and his eyes were numb.

"You still have a chance."

Rhaenys held her sword in both hands and said solemnly, "Return to your brother, wife, and king. Go back with honor."

Damon was slightly startled, his eyes fixed on the familiar sword.

"The bloodline of the brave Baeron should not be broken, nor should it leave a stain in the history books."

Rhaenys concealed the reluctance in her eyes and said in a strong and generous voice: "Don't defile this sword given to you by the Centenary King!"

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze and one could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Damon's emotions were complicated, his vision was blurred by a layer of mist, and his lips moved slightly:

"Dark Sisters!"

(End of this chapter)