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

Chapter 641: The Iron Islands

Sunspear.

On a sunny afternoon, a group of dragons circled over the city-state.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton had dark green eyes and stood alone on the riverbank outside Yangji City, with a ferocious aura as if an evil god had descended.

Above its head, several giant dragons of different colors scattered.

The moss-colored old dragon, the dark green Vhagar, the light blue Dreamfire...

On the tall city walls, two young dragons held their heads high and chests puffed out, like gargoyles standing guard.

One is black and red, and the other is light gray.

When six dragons appeared together, the entire Yangji City seemed like an empty city, and the people were silent as a cicada in fear.

Not many years have passed since the Dragon's Wrath, but the last three-dragon melee is still vivid in our memory.

However, a closer look reveals.

The walls of Sunspear were streaked with arrows, and the road leading to the Greenblood River was covered in dried blood.

Green Blood River.

Rega looked around and saw that the once prosperous dock had been reduced to scorched earth, with signs of looting and smashing everywhere.

"Your Majesty, the Ironborn did not even spare the ships in the river."

Prince Quill, with a blood-stained bandage on his forehead, said angrily, "All the large ships were driven away, and all the fishing boats and the goods that could not be taken away were burned."

"Where did the Ironborn go after the raid?"

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was cold enough to make ice chips fall off.

These iron-blooded people are really stubborn and still believe that force is better than hard work.

"News from Oldtown: The Iron Islands fleet passed through the Shield Islands and has now returned to the Iron Islands."

Prince Quill responded quickly.

The continent of Sothoryos is remote, with scarce supplies, and is infested with snakes, insects, rats, ants, and poisonous miasma in the swamps, resulting in a sparse population.

Obviously not suitable for the iron race who make a living by robbery.

"The first thing King Dalton did when he returned to the Iron Islands was to gather his army and covet Lannister Harbor."

Helena, wearing a blue skirt, narrated in detail: "Duke Jason is imprisoned in Slaver's Bay, and Lannister Port is like a piece of fat meat without an owner."

"Idiot." Rhaegar cursed inwardly.

How could the Lannister family produce such a self-righteous idiot?

He put himself in danger for a few dollars, and waited foolishly for his vassal and family to rescue him.

"Father, Old Town and Seafront City can still gather a fleet."

Baerlon had dragon claws on his waist and said seriously, "We will ride the dragon and attack with the fleet to catch the Iron Race off guard."

The Velaryon fleet he led was stationed in Lys, keeping constant watch over the Summer Sea.

Dalton's Iron Islands fleet took advantage of the last defensive battle of Volantis to quietly bypass the Stepstones and attack Sunspear.

After looting a batch of supplies, he returned to the Iron Islands in broad daylight.

Now, they are even coveting the laxly guarded Lannister Port, intending to cause chaos in the rear of the kingdom.

Rhaegar patted his eldest son's head, with a hint of relief: "The plan is good, let's do it according to this."

"Father, what about the Summer Sea?"

Baeron's eyes were firm as he expressed his doubts.

The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom are becoming more and more rampant, and we have to be on guard.

"No hurry, let's take care of them one by one."

Lei Jia's eyes were dark and unclear, and he said coldly: "It's time to let them see what the Dragon King family is."

Daemon and Aemond have already set out, and Corlys and Rhaenys lead the fleet to Volantis.

When the seven kingdoms return to peace, the third daughter bastard who attempted to restore her kingdom will naturally be among the enemies.

"Your Majesty, Sunspear has suffered heavy losses."

Prince Quill took advantage of the situation and made a tentative proposal: "You also said that you would let Prince Meka contact my sister. I wonder if you want to wait until after the war?"

The first half of the sentence is not important, Dorne was poor to begin with.

The second half of the sentence is the key point.

It was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms that the King had lost a dragon rider son.

The marriage must be arranged as soon as possible.

Rhaegar glanced at him and had an idea for the Greenblood River: "The pier will be repaired with funds from the national treasury."

Prince Quill's eyes lit up.

But Rhaegar added, "The royal family will build a prince's palace on the other side of the Greenblood River in the former lemon forest to commemorate Prince Aemon, and the money will be funded by taxes collected from the docks."

"The Prince's Palace?" Prince Quill was stunned for a moment, then asked cautiously, "How long will it take to collect taxes?"

"Once the palace is built, the taxes will naturally be handed over to the Martell family."

Rega said calmly and seriously, "Before that, if you are in a hurry, you can provide some manpower to help."

The prince was completely dumbfounded and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

The prince's palace on the ruins of Storm's End has not yet been built, so how can he build a palace on the other side of the Greenblood River?
Is that a palace building?
That's monopolizing the docks and taxes, and shitting and pissing on the Martell family's heads.

Rhaegar looked as if it was a matter of course and didn't think it was excessive.

How can a family that only retains its prince title out of pity and is unable to resist the invasion of the Ironborn be qualified to manage the Territory of Dorne?

The seven countries are still too loose and the system has fundamental problems.

The prince's palace was built to supervise and manage the government of a region.

Without the Baratheon family from Storm's End, they could either reward their descendants or appoint ministers to their posts.

Dorne still has the Martell family, and the best solution is to suppress them and turn them into mascots.

The real power is given to the prince's palace to deal with at his convenience.

In particular, as long as the Prince's Palace is not completed, the tax revenue from the Green Blood River Wharf will be withheld.

Within ten years, the Martell family will be reduced to a third-rate noble family.

"Adapt to local conditions and set up puppets to appease local nobles."

Rhaegar cursed secretly.

Imon's accident made him think through a lot of things.

Appeasement cannot manage the stubborn nobles of their caste; force and strategy are the sharp weapons.

Martell commands the Dornish, and the Iron Throne controls Martell.

Dorne has good internal governance, and nothing that happens can be blamed on the Iron Throne.

The agreed policy remains the same, and princely palaces can be established in Stormlands, the West, and even the North.

It depends on whether these places obey the king's orders and whether they can withstand the burning of the giant dragon.

Prince Quill was quick-witted and saw that something was wrong. Helena said softly, "Coleanne can go to King's Landing as Princess Visenya's companion. The royal family will take good care of her."

"Female companion?" Prince Quayle hesitated.

Helena continued, "The war will last a long time. Living in the Red Keep for a long time will also allow you to see the scenery of the Seven Kingdoms."

He is both a proton and a candidate for marriage.

Sure enough, Prince Quill closed his mouth and thought about the pros and cons of two things.

Rhaegar saw it all, but didn't care.

He never considered marrying a foreign race, and his idea became more determined after what happened to Aemon.

The Targaryens are outsiders after all, and there is no reliable noble bloodline in Westeros.

Daemon left behind a bloodline, and Aegon also left behind a bloodline.

When Emond, Daeron and the next generation have grown up and have branches, the family will be able to absorb them.

……

Three days later.

Old Wyke, Iron Islands.

woo-

The solemn horn sounded, echoing over the Naga Hills.

Dalton, holding a horn, stood on the ancient platform wrapped in Naga ribs and summoned the captains and sailors under his command.

Hundreds of ships came from all around the Iron Islands, some large and some small, like a fishing net.

More than three thousand ironborn gathered, armed with swords and wearing salted leather armor.

Everyone looked sad and exuded great resentment.

Their homes were burned down, and the old and young in their families, as well as their wives and concubines, were buried in the flames.

When the men returned home, all they saw was scorched earth and debris.

"Ironborn, who brought you together?"

Dalton stood at the highest point, looking down and shouting.

This group of grief-stricken iron race looked up at King Dalton, who led them to plunder everywhere.

"It's me! Dalton Greyjoy!"

Dalton was furious and gave an impassioned speech: "Someone burned down our house and killed the women in the house. What should we do?!"

"..."

quiet!
The ironborn gritted their teeth, the joy of plundering being dissipated by the damage.

"Who burned the house? Who killed our woman?"

Dalton drew out his sword and shouted, "The dead never die!"

The sword is silver-white all over, dotted with black spots like stars, and rippling with slight ripples.

The scabbard is bat-shaped and the tip of the sword is sharp and slender.

Anyone who knows what's good will see that this is a priceless Valyrian steel sword.

The ironborn watched King Dalton shout, their eyes fixed on the bloodied blade of the longsword Nightfall.

The cruelty of robbing the weak surged into his heart, and the thought of revenge overwhelmed his fear of the strong.

"The dead never die!"

If there is one, there will be two. The iron race, who was blinded by revenge, had red eyes and responded at the top of his lungs.

"You poor bastards, follow me to plunder Lannister Harbor and use your iron money to earn more houses and women!"

Dalton had a ferocious look on his face and rushed down the platform holding "Nightfall".

Thump thump thump…

The iron races jumped into the sea one after another like dumplings, climbed onto their ships and raised the sails.

On the vast ocean, a fleet of thousands of ships is advancing mightily.

The leading three-masted sailing ship flew a golden sea monster flag and set up a high-profile scorpion crossbow.

Someone started it, but the ironborn began to sing songs about looting.

They have already regarded Lannisterport as their own, ready for a bloody massacre.

"Haha, the wind direction is just right today!"

Dalton stood on the observation pole, his eyes full of excitement about money and killing.

Build a large ship in the Lizard Islands and recruit enough sailors.

Before looting Sunspear, they first plundered the allies of the Three Kingdoms of Women on the Isle of Tears and stole a Valyrian steel sword.

This is the style of the iron race. There is no iron money in the world that cannot be robbed.

Suddenly, the wind direction changed drastically.

"Hiss-"

A giant dragon as black as coal broke through the clouds, its wings that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the sea, and its ferocious dragon head stared at the fleet.

Dalton's face changed, and he immediately shouted: "Dragon! Prepare the scorpion crossbow!"

"Roar——"

The next moment, a second moss-colored behemoth appeared, opening its huge mouth to accumulate flames.

When the ironborn saw the dragon, their singing stopped abruptly and their faces turned purple.

woo-

The Glutton dived down from the sky, and its rider holding a huge horn appeared on its broad back.

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, and he played the "Blood Dance" which had not been used for many years.

The stirring sound of the horn echoed endlessly, the ancient magic awakened the ferocity in the blood, and even the thin white clouds were shaken.

"His-"

The huge Vhagar roared, flapped his dragon wings full of holes and streaked across the sky like a meteor.

"Hiss!..."

Dreamfire, Iragas, Grayshadow...

Several giant dragons followed the two giant dragons, one black and one green, and launched a charge with the force of a prairie fire.

"no no!"

Dalton was so stunned that he even forgot to command the scorpion crossbow.

All the dragons came out in droves, and even the Battle of the Stone Steps Islands had never been treated like this before.

woo-

When Rhaegar finished his song, he raised the dragon horn that the two of them held together with one hand and said calmly, "Dragon Flame!"

(End of this chapter)