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

Chapter 585 Winter is coming!

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan lay on the ground, with one wing fixed to a steel plate, swallowing the charred pterosaur corpse in big mouthfuls.

Look at how hungry he is. He must have suffered a lot along the way.

"Take good care of it and pay attention to the deterioration of the wound."

Rhaegar took off his black robe and gave careful instructions to the dragon handler.

The dragon keeper did not dare to neglect and said hurriedly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's good."

Rhaegar was relieved and said casually, "Daeron."

"Here I come." Darren climbed out of the dragon pit, untied the package in his arms and threw it out.

boom--

Rhaegar took it steadily, opened it and placed it in front of the dragon keeper, and said seriously: "Silver Wing's newly laid dragon eggs, special care."

The dragon tamer looked puzzled and opened his mouth to agree.

He waved to the rest of his companions to come forward and put the dragon egg into the incubator that had been prepared in advance.

Rhaegar just laughed it off, there was nothing to explain.

In today's world, the dragon is the family symbol of the Targaryens.

When the wild dragon Mogul from the Sea of ​​Smoke was born, he caused a huge stir.

The ownerless wild dragon "Ulagas", which can be called a living fossil, is hiding its existence as much as possible before it can resume flying freely.

"Hiss..."

Yangyan had almost finished eating. She stretched her neck and moved closer to Leijia, nudging him while calling out like a spoiled child.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then he rubbed the golden scales with his hand and apologized to his good brother Aegon in his heart.

Your dragon is no longer pure.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan's vertical pupils were clear. He licked the sharp dragon's kiss, turned around and curled up beside the long-winged dragon's corpse.

When not facing its own kind, it is always a good baby.

Rhaegar also saw this. Looking at the slender dragon tail with its pale pink wing membrane burnt, he said enviously, "Aegon is truly a fool with luck. He got a loyal, brave, and beautiful dragon."

Looking at the four generations of dragons in the family, every dragon has great talents.

Syrax and Tessarion have yet to show their prowess, but both have made contributions on the battlefield.

Gray Shadow is a wild dragon, let’s not talk about it for now.

Haiyan, who has been at war for years, and Yangyan, who has a fierce temperament, can be said to be the best companions among the four generations of dragons.

"Kagerou is so beautiful, even though she's burned now."

Darren sighed sincerely.

Tessarion has a noble temperament and outstanding appearance, but his temperament is usually too naughty.

"Well said."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the dragon's lair.

If Yangyan and Haiyan can grow up smoothly, even if they do not become adult dragons, they will be the backbone of the family in the next few decades.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan quietly opened his eyes, looked at the backs of the two brothers, and a faint cry came out of his throat.

As if saying goodbye to him.

……

Red Fort.

"Your Majesty, Prince Aegon's second wedding went on as planned, causing quite a stir among the nobles."

Leonor reported in a low voice, with a serious fat face.

"As expected, the Andals do not have the custom of marrying more than one woman."

Rhaegar walked into his magnificent Red Keep, keeping an eye on the changes in the people around him.

Not long after the wedding ended, many nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms had not yet left.

The nobles had long spoken out against the king's polygamy.

The good uncle Damon was on the other side of the narrow sea, and his desire to marry the white maggot Xiaomei also caused a storm of public opinion.

As the king's half-brother, the prince of the Stepstone Islands.

Aegon openly married two wives in succession, which was equivalent to shitting on the necks of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Your Majesty, you'd better come forward and explain yourself."

Leonor was quite troubled and patiently gave his advice.

The conflict between the Faith of the Seven Gods and the Protestant faith has already stimulated some devout aristocratic forces.

If the royal family regards multiple marriages as normal, it will be difficult for the nobles of the seven countries not to regard it as a provocation.

Rhaegar paused and said bluntly, "Lord Lionel, when will the king need to give an explanation to his vassal?"

"There must be a signal so that the nobles can feel more at ease."

Leonor said helplessly.

“They have to get used to it.”

Rhaegar shook his head and said, "Father just indulged them too much, and they developed a lot of bad habits."

After saying this, he left the anxious Leonor behind and went straight up the stairs.

"His Majesty……"

Leonor was helpless and looked very worried.

The king is good in every way except that he is young and energetic.

Relying on the fact that the Targaryen family was at the peak of its power, it had more than twenty dragons of both old and young under its command, almost suffocating the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Targaryens and dragons truly became "gods" in the eyes of the world.

"Alas, Your Majesty seems to have a tendency to suppress the nobles."

Leonor sighed deeply, feeling uneasy.

……

Rhaegar visited his father resting in the palace, took a bath and walked out of Maegor's Holdfast.

Go around the throne room and enter the godswood through the back door.

Under the weirwoods.

The ground is covered with red fallen leaves, like a soft Reese's red carpet.

Helena stood at the foot of the tree, staring at the rough, white trunk and the face howling in pain.

"What are you doing?"

Rhaegar approached quietly, afraid to startle someone with his loud voice.

Helena paused visibly and turned her head slightly: "The people from the North took away the supplies from the Great Wall."

"I know."

Lei Jia smiled and said, "The convoy looks like a long dragon. Lord Lin Man is so distressed that he is jumping up and down."

There's nothing we can do about it.

The funding promised to the Great Wall cannot be reduced by a single cent.

Helena lowered her eyes and said silently: "That's right, the Great Wall protects us."

As he said this, his body was shaking slightly.

Rhaegar's smile faded, and he keenly noticed this detail.

After looking her up and down carefully, I found that Helena had loose silver hair and was wearing a loose light blue velvet dress.

Without the usual elaborate attire, she looked completely lazy.

Rhaegar took her hand, gently stroked her obviously bulging belly, and asked caringly: "Did you see anything?"

He knew from childhood that Helena's predictive ability was stronger than his.

Since obtaining the "Dream Vision" and the "Dream-Eating Tapir", his sleepwalking ability has been further enhanced, giving him the ability to peek into dreams.

Even then, only certain people can be peeked at.

You can't snoop into other people's dreams at will.

“I saw winter.”

Helena's voice trembled and she suddenly closed her eyes.

"What else?" Rhaegar lightly touched his forehead. He was quite sensitive to Winter.

"besides……"

Helena opened her eyes a little, saw her brother's serious expression, and swallowed back the words calmly.

She couldn't confirm whether what she saw was true or false.

I can't tell my brother either.

"Can't you tell me?"

Rhaegar frowned slightly, guessing the seriousness of the problem.

"I'm not sure."

Helena quickly turned sideways and said nervously, "But it will be very cold in winter."

"Don't be afraid, it hasn't happened yet."

Rhaegar held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly: "Don't be scared by something that hasn't happened. Otherwise, you will be scared three times before, after, and when it happens."

The best way to overcome difficulties is always to face them.

Fear of not being able to solve the problem.

"Sorry, I'm just a little confused."

Helena snuggled in his arms, holding the corner of her brother's clothes with both hands.

Rhaegar glanced at it and saw his knuckles turn white from clenching his little hands.

It seems that the tighter you squeeze, the more secure you feel.

Rhaegar's eyes darkened, judging that the situation was indeed serious, and he said thoughtfully: "I plan to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke and retrieve the Dragon Horn in a while. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Damon also entered the sea of ​​smoke, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

If there is really trouble, he must make a decision quickly.

Helena's timid eyes lit up when she heard this, and she nodded her head repeatedly: "Where should you go to inherit the legacy of your hometown?" "The Land of Long Summer?"

Rhaegar inquired patiently.

"I don't know. I can't see clearly."

Helena spoke quickly and expressed her opinion: "A strong fire can better resist the winter."

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "I understand."

The winter Helena mentioned has not yet arrived.

He had plenty of time to prepare.

Returning to the land of long summer is the crucial first step.

Having said that, the dreamer talents of the two have already outlined the framework of a disaster.

Rhaegar's thoughts drifted away and he tightened his strong arms.

Helena said nothing, closing her eyes in deep thought.

The brother and sister snuggled up to each other, witnessed by the weirwood.

Time passes bit by bit.

Helena suddenly opened her eyes and said crisply, "Call Aemond back. He can help you."

"he?"

Rhaegar glanced sideways and said hesitantly, "I exiled him and started a career in Qohor."

To be fair, he didn't really want to contact the boy right now.

Qohor is an ancient city-state allied with Braavos and Pentos.

Aemond's attack on Qohor would greatly attract the attention of the three city-states and bring peace to both sides of the Narrow Sea.

"You don't know yet? Qohor has surrendered."

Helena blinked and whispered, "You need a qualified helper to make your life safer and smoother."

"That kid is quite capable."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, as if he heard a hint of pride in Helena's words.

It seems that Otto and the Celtigar family put a lot of effort into this.

"You smell like vinegar."

Helena tilted her little head and lay on the solid chest, looking up.

A pair of big, bright eyes sparkled with a funny look.

"That's weird."

Rhaegar smiled and said, "I am flying to Lys. You will take care of this."

Helena bit her lower lip and considered, "Okay."

Doing things for my brother is also one of my responsibilities.

……

Time flies and several days pass by quickly.

The vast forest in the east of Essos continent.

—Khohor
On the towering city walls built against the mountain, corpses with their eyes open were hung on the gallows.

The city defense was taken over by Dothraki wearing animal skins, staring at the residents below with a covetous eye.

"Woooooooo..."

"my child!"

"..."

On the spacious streets made of red and yellow bricks, rows of old, weak, women and children knelt on the ground in agony, gazing at their loved ones hanging in the wind.

The other party had clearly promised to forgive their relatives if they opened the city gates.

But as soon as the brutal Dothraki cavalry entered the city gate, they launched a bloody and ruthless massacre.

Any man who resisted or even showed the emotion of resistance was killed indiscriminately.

……

Dongcheng District, people worship in a temple with their heads covered.

Statues symbolizing the black goat faith were burned and collapsed, and hundreds of priests with their heads covered and tied up were forced to kneel in the ruins to accept punishment.

Behind them was a majestic temple built entirely of wooden wedges.

"Squeak..."

A skinny monkey swung down from the tree canopy and flew far away without noticing.

Aemond sat in front of the temple, his eyes caught the monkey's eyes, and he stroked his chin: "What an ugly thing. Helena should like it."

Under the sunlight, the monkey's silver hair reflected light, and its fist-sized purple eyes were lively and smart.

A species of small lemurs native to Qohor known as "Little Valyrians".

"Prince, we should kill them all."

"No, religion is the cultural heritage of a nation. Killing them all will be opposed by all civilians."

"Who cares about those untouchables? We have a dragon!"

Bartimos confronted Otto and spoke out about the execution of the veiled priest, which frequently attracted the frightened glances of the saints and female slaves wrapped in gauze skirts around him.

Otto frowned and warned again: "Religion must not be compromised. What we want is a free trade city-state that we can rule."

"Lord Haital, you have been carrying fertilizer in the countryside for six years. Has your courage been buried in manure?"

Bartimos mocked mercilessly, then looked at Aemond who was in a trance and asked in surprise: "Prince, are you listening?"

Upon hearing this, Emond recalled his wandering thoughts and directly responded: "Have you finished farting?"

"Prince, you..."

Bartimos was stunned by the scolding and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"That's enough. I don't want to hear your noise anymore."

Ignoring the other's disgusting old face, Emond stood up and walked out: "Listen to my grandfather, you stinky crab."

"prince!"

Bartimos refused to give up and wanted to catch up.

The two Dothraki looked gloomy and blocked their way with their scimitars crossed.

Otto straightened his messy collar and said proudly, "Lord Bartimos, obey the prince's orders."

"Humph!"

Bartimos snorted, waved his sleeves and left.

……

Kohor, back hill.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief lay crouching on the ground, with a large piece of scorched earth in front of him, covered with charred limbs and broken bones.

There are many similar scorched earth areas nearby.

In addition to the charred skeletons of goats, there were also a few melted and deformed black spiked helmets.

"Baa baa~~"

A goat screamed in pain as half of its body was bitten off.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief showed no mercy. He spewed out dragon flames and burned the sheep into charcoal, then he took out the shriveled dragon head and swallowed it into his stomach.

As I was eating, a figure came into my sight.

Aemond's face was grim, and he planned to patrol with his dragon as usual.

As soon as he climbed up the hillside, the one-eyed man suddenly became as gloomy as water.

A man stood next to the ugly mud dragon.

"Who are you!?"

Aemond's face was frosty as he slowly drew out the scarlet blade from his waist.

Looking down from above, the mud dragon has a skinny body, with its wings folded like a pair of devil's hands.

A slender figure wearing a colorful gauze skirt and with silver hair draped over her shoulders stood beside her.

The figure walked barefoot on the grass, and turned slowly when she heard the sound, revealing the fair face of a girl.

When Imond saw this, his vigilance dropped sharply, and he sheathed his sword with a swipe.

"You're in trouble."

The silver-haired girl suddenly spoke, her voice clear and ethereal.

Aemond's single eye shone coldly, his face gloomy: "You are the one in trouble."

After saying that, he strode towards the hillside, approaching with great momentum.

The silver-haired girl was indifferent and said calmly: "Someone will send you a message, and we will fight against the darkness and winter together."

"What did you say?"

Emond's face became more and more terrifying as he took each step.

"Dark and winter, like the last days of old Valyria."

The silver-haired girl tilted her head and said calmly, "As a descendant of ancient Valyria, you should understand the Doomsday Catastrophe."

Aemond paused and asked cautiously, "You are well versed in the history of Old Valyria?"

A woman with silver hair and blue eyes, most likely a descendant of Valyria.

Kokhor's Valyrian descendants were not common.

"To be honest, I know very little."

The silver-haired girl looked normal and continued, "My ancestors once recruited soldiers in Qohor, and all they left behind were stories passed down by word of mouth, except for a big-bellied prostitute."

"Are you of Dragon King bloodline?"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Aemond recalled the dragon king who had appeared in Qohor.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared harshly, responding to the driver's intentions, fire accumulating deep in his throat.

The strong wind with the smell of sheep blew in my face, and the girl's silver hair scratched her face.

Facing the vicious man and dragon, he took out a stack of wooden tablets from his collar and pretended to be calm: "I can predict the good and bad luck of this trip for you."

(End of this chapter)