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

Chapter 590: The Reappearance of the Black and Green Parties

Time flies and it is midsummer in July.

The fleet set out early in the morning, crossed the Narrow Sea and the Waters of Volantis, and finally arrived at the Sea of ​​Smoke shrouded in mist.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton let out a roar and looked around the sea of ​​smoke vigilantly, remembering his last entry clearly.

"Don't be afraid, old fellow."

Rega held a map in his hand and said solemnly, "We are not rushing in recklessly this time."

"Roar……"

The Glutton's green eyes were dim, full of hostility towards the smoke barrier in front of him.

The wild dragon's premonition told it that there was danger in the land of smoke and sea.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshuu let out a sudden sharp roar, and like a snake taking off, he plunged into the sea of ​​mist.

Damon suddenly turned around and said proudly: "Follow me!"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and patted the Glutton's broad back.

“Don’t lose points!”

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical pupils narrowed, breaking through the thick mist with a pungent smell of sulfur and rushing into it to catch up.

"Hiss!"

Iragas hung in the rear, not even thinking of following.

Below, on the sea.

The sea snake gazed solemnly at the sea of ​​smoke, opened its mouth with cracked lips and said: "Let's go!"

Wuwuwu——

The fleet echoed with the sound of horns, and the sailors sailed into the sea of ​​smoke with fearless determination.

……

Sailing for several days.

The sky was foggy, the sea was deathly quiet, and everything was calm.

call--

The Glutton narrowed his green vertical pupils as he soared in the thick mist.

"Hiss!"

Iragas neighed in panic and followed closely, afraid of getting lost.

"Slow down, old man."

Rhaegar looked around and lit a glass candle in his hand.

hum-

The candle wick lit up and illuminated the scene within a radius of several miles.

The sky and earth were surrounded by mist, and the sea was lapping peacefully against the rocks.

After confirming that there was no danger on the route, Rega took out a weathered stone plate covered with cracks, and channeled fire magic to move the pointer.

"Hiss!"

Iragas seemed frightened and subconsciously moved away from the compass.

Rhaegar glanced at it and pulled out a small, jet-black dragon scale from his bosom.

There are only two main purposes for entering the sea of ​​smoke this time.

Search for the buried Dragon's Horn.

Capture any lost blue dragonets.

Iragas is a fellow dragon, and lends a scale to provide guidance for the dragon-hunting compass.

Bringing this little guy along is also to attract the baby dragon.

hum-

The dragon-hunting compass emitted a dim light, and the stone pointer turned randomly in circles.

Rhaegar smacked his lips and carefully put away the compass.

The compass was far away from the young dragon, and its ability was limited by just one scale.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A shrill roar came from afar, and the surrounding mist surged violently.

call--

Korakhu broke through the layers of mist, revealing his snake-like body completely, and glided back from afar.

"How's it going ahead?"

Rhaegar shouted at the top of his lungs, using the skill of the binding spell.

Damon held the saddle tightly with one hand, and said sternly: "There is nothing to hinder us ahead. This is the road I have taken."

He had been to a lost continent.

According to my good nephew, it is most likely that the land of Changxia includes a major land mass of a certain fire peak.

There is definitely something to be gained from exploring that continent.

"Then let's go."

Rega replaced the glass candles to illuminate the good and bad times ahead.

Having so many means at hand is no longer comparable to the last time.

……

Rees, Parliament Hall.

stomping on...

Orderly footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Rhaenyra, wearing a black dragon-riding suit, strode towards them.

"His Majesty."

The Kingsguards Ilic and Lorent were guarding the door.

Rainier said "hmm" lightly and walked straight in through the door.

boom--

At a glance, Aemond was sitting at the head of the conference table, with his legs crossed on the table.

That attitude was extremely arrogant.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and warned, "That's not your place."

"Is this happening?"

Emond leaned lazily against the back of the chair and smiled: "It's quite comfortable."

"Aemond, stop it."

Darren stood opposite, winking at him.

When the big brother is not around, the other party starts to let himself go without considering the priorities.

"Tsk tsk, okay."

Aemond rolled his eyes, moved his legs off the table and adjusted his sitting position.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes slightly, secretly furious at this provocative behavior.

Take a deep breath and remind yourself to be patient.

"Let's talk about it."

Rhaenyra shook her head, moved a chair and sat down casually.

In the hall, besides the three siblings, only White Maggot Xiaomei and the tower steward Varys were left. Varys kept smiling and did not participate in matters outside the tower.

Rhaenyra didn't expect him to fart, and her eyes turned to the newly appointed Steward Rees.

"His Majesty."

Mesaria said with a solemn expression, as she was pregnant. "The pirates in the Stone Steps Islands are becoming more and more rampant. Fortunately, Adam has done a great job in clearing them out, and peace has now been restored."

"He's a true warrior."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly, satisfied with the fleet command left to her by the sea serpent.

Emond interrupted: "What else?"

It has been two months since Rhaegar set out, and many stories have happened on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

Messaria glanced at him and frowned, "Princess Rhaenys reports that Braavos and Pentos have reached an alliance against Qohor and have sent a fleet to be active near the Throat."

Aemond's face darkened, feeling scorned.

Qohor was under his rule, and Braavos and Pentos acted under the banner of driving him away, simply not taking people seriously.

Rhaenyra seized the opportunity and sneered, "Your recklessness and impulsiveness have given the enemy an excuse to retaliate."

Braavos and Pentos are sworn enemies, but both face the same potential threat.

That's the Targaryens.

If the two city-states really wanted to help the people of Qohor regain their city-state, they would not have mobilized their fleets to linger in the upper half of the Narrow Sea, but instead recruited mercenaries to counterattack the city-state.

When the fleet tested the defenses of the Throat, they learned that Rhaegar, Daemon, and the Sea Serpents had gone to the Sea of ​​Smokies, believing that this was the most empty time for the Iron Throne.

He wants to take the opportunity to take revenge and suppress the rule of the Iron Throne.

Aemond was very sensitive to ridicule. He said coldly: "Vultures are vultures. They only lust after flesh and blood."

The implication was that even without his capture of Qohor, revenge would have come as expected.

Rhaenyra snorted coldly, not bothering to argue.

Darren looked around and tried to be a peacemaker: "The fleet is testing the throat's defenses, they won't attack, right?"

"They dare!"

Aemond drew out his one-eyed dagger and stabbed it into the table with a clang.

Mesaria treated him coldly and analyzed rationally: "My suggestion is that it is best to transfer the fleet led by Adam back to Chaotou Island to stop the enemy at the door."

The royal fleet only has one royal fleet on Dragonstone.

Don't go out easily.

The Stepstones include city-states directly under the crown, such as Myr and Lys. A few years is simply not enough to train a powerful fleet.

Faced with the elite fleets of Braavos and Pentos, the only option was to recall the fleet of House Velaryon.

Rhaenyra agreed in her heart and told the tower steward, "Send a message to Adam later."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Varys put his hands in his pockets, very obedient.

Mesaria coughed lightly and reminded, "Adam has made great contributions in clearing out the pirates. In order to show the queen's wisdom, perhaps he should be knighted."

After a moment's thought, Rhaenyra agreed: "Allowed."

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass.

The sea serpent sent Adam to her with the intention of accumulating military merit.

"Damn it, when will this boring parliament end!"

Emond had seen enough of the reward-based drama and was gradually losing his patience.

"If you find it boring, you can leave first."

Rainier looked unhappy and no longer tolerated the other party's rudeness.

Aemond sneered: "Are you ordering me?"

boom--

Rhaenyra slammed the table and pointed at her nose, angrily saying: "I am the queen, the queen of Lys, you are now on my territory."

"queen?"

Aemond smiled playfully, approached across the conference table, and said sarcastically: "Rhaegar doesn't even bother to touch you."

These words really hit the nail on the head.

Rainier's face suddenly changed, and she wished she could skin it and eat it.

Subconsciously, his hands rested on his waist: "King of the Kingdom".

Aemond's eyes were sharp as he also touched the black hilt of the sword, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

The two men moved closer and closer, looking like they were going to fight on the spot.

Darren saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly pulled Emond away and tried to smooth things over: "Madam Xiaomei, if you have anything else to say, please say it quickly."

If you don’t say it now, you’ll die and never have the chance to say it.

My eldest brother has only been gone for less than two months, so we shouldn't kill each other.

"Humph!"

Imond snorted coldly, shook his shoulders and broke free, returning to his original seat.
Rhaenyra stared coldly, and cold sweat broke out on the palm of her hand holding the hilt of the sword.

"We need a dragon!"

Messaria interrupted, speaking rapidly, "Princess Rhaenys cannot patrol the Throat and watch over the upper half of the Narrow Sea alone. She will need the help of a dragon rider."

"Who's going?"

Aemond took off his sword and threw it on the table, without any intention of moving.

According to Rega's arrangement.

His charge was to oversee Dorne and the Stepstones, covering the lower half of the Narrow Sea and Volantis.

There are too many redundant tasks to do.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, knowing that she was the only adult dragonborn in the family who could be dispatched.

But if we leave Rees, we don't know what kind of trouble Aemond will cause.

"I'll go!"

At the critical moment, Darren stepped forward.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled, and said worriedly, "Your dragon is still young."

"fine."

Daeron scratched his head and smiled, saying meekly, "Tessarion is very smart and can still handle simple patrol tasks."

Patrolling the Throat and the upper half of the Narrow Sea was more reassuring than staying in Lys and watching the fight.

Imond's temperament suddenly changed and he acted arrogantly.

It is a good choice not to get involved.

Rhaenyra thought carefully, and considering that Tessarion was almost reaching adulthood, she agreed, "You can go, but you must ensure that you do not actively start a war, and that your own safety is your first priority."

"I promise."

Darren nodded vigorously and straightened his not-so-strong chest.

"Be careful when you encounter an enemy, don't panic."

Aemond played with the one-eyed dagger and gave some appropriate advice.

Darren accepted it humbly and strode out the door.

Messalia and Varys looked at each other and followed him away silently.

Inside the parliament hall with a wide view.

Aemond sat upright, his one eye full of provocation.

Rhaenyra stared intently and stepped out of the door step by step.

(End of this chapter)