Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 111 Resigns as Crown Prince

Today's meeting is a demonstration that Viserys decided upon.

 Since the Battle of the Stepstones, the royal family's prestige has gradually declined.

 At the time of the exchange of reserves, it is time for the Targaryen dragons to reappear in the sights of nobles everywhere.

Hearing the king's speech, many nobles noticed his intentions.

Some people were looking at the sky, staring at the dark dragon hovering above.

The dragon wears a leather strap around its neck, which is connected to a saddle.

Compared to the giant dragon, a small figure that is inconspicuous sits on the saddle, controlling the ferocious beast beneath him.

 “Glutton, Dragon Flame!”

Rhaegar gripped the handle tightly, glanced at the restless crowd below, and spoke High Valyrian instructions.

 “Hiss…”

Glutton sensed the emotions of the driver, and the mist-like green dragon flames sprayed out, quickly crossing half of the sky.

In the eyes of the crowd below, the dragon's flames seemed to be endless.

In an instant, the huge black dragon rushed into the overwhelming dragon flames, taking the small figure on its back with it.

 “Hiss…”

Amidst the ear-piercing neighing sound, the huge black dragon writhed in the dragon flames, like a sea monster stirring up the sea.

 What’s surprising is that the figure on the dragon’s back was unscathed.

Rhaegar was still sitting firmly on the saddle, and the dragon flames were like ordinary water mist, causing no harm at all.

The dragon-controlling uniform he was wearing was specially treated and was preserved in the dragon flames.

 Since you want to show off your authority, be thorough.

 “Land down, glutton.”

 When the dragon flames dissipated and the power of the dragon was revealed, Rhaegar spoke softly.

Gluttons know how to show their horror.

Its green vertical pupils looked down at a group of ants below, flashing humanized banter.

 Turn around the direction of your flight and dive headfirst.

This is not a little dragon like Syracuse that has just passed its infancy.

With its huge size, the strong wind it whips up is like a storm, enough to overturn a chariot.

 The people below saw the dark dragon swooping down, and their faces changed slightly.

He glanced at the king nervously.

It is no longer a matter of shame when such a huge dragon rushes down.

By the time Glutton swooped over the Red Fort, the strong wind had already blown into the back garden.

 “Hiss…”

 Suddenly, it stopped its dive and turned toward the altitude, letting out a mocking hiss.

He turned around, gradually gathered speed, and landed in the open space in the back garden.

Boom—

 Fortunately, the back garden is spacious enough to accommodate the body of a glutton.

 Smoke and dust rose from the ground again, and the Glutton landed behind the pavilion.

Its size far exceeds that of Syracuse.

Just standing on two feet, the pavilion in front of it is like the gap between a mouse and a cat, completely caught in the gap between the two feet.

The Glutton's high dragon head is almost level with the tower, scorning the crowd below who are not enough to fill their teeth.

 Its appearance is too evil and terrifying.

　　The nobles who looked directly at it were inevitably frightened and took a few steps back.

Especially when I saw the small figure on the dragon's back, a boy less than ten years old.

 It made them even more frightened.

 A child controlling such an adult dragon that destroys any town is like holding a knife to the neck and slitting the throat without knowing when.

Rhaegar, who was on the dragon's back, said nothing and looked into the distance with an expressionless expression.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton looked up to the sky and roared, green dragon flames spurting out.

  Under the influence of the dragon flames, the air seemed to be heating up.

 The coolness originally characteristic of winter disappears and turns into the heat of summer, making people sweat profusely.

 “Okay, put me down, glutton.”

Just when the nobles' hearts were in their throats, Rhaegar's childish voice sounded, calling a halt to the gluttons' demonstration.     "Hiss..."

 The glutton stopped his dragon flames, folded his wings, and lay on the ground obediently.

 It was not only the nobles who felt the heat, but also the king in the pavilion.

Viserys wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help the joy on his face, and said loudly: "Rhaegar, let the adults see your true face."

 “Okay, Father.”

Rhaegar had this in mind and stood up from the saddle with a response.

 He did not fasten a secure chain.

 The glutton is in tune with him and knows how to ensure that he does not fall off the dragon's back.

 If it were not for comfort, a saddle would not be strictly necessary.

 Under the gaze of everyone, Rhaegar did not take the position of sliding off the dragon's back.

 The strap around the glutton's neck is attached to a ladder, making it easier for him to get on and off the dragon's back.

With a thud, Rhaegar’s feet landed on the ground.

 He entered from the back of the pavilion and walked into everyone's sight.

 Wearing a slim-fitting dragon-controlling suit shaped like dragon scales, with a clean and white face, he is of ancient Valyrian descent with silver hair and purple eyes.

 It is in sharp contrast with the terrifying black dragon outside the pavilion.

Viserys took out the arm from Allison's arms, took Rhaegar's little hand, and faced the nobles with his head held high, his pride was beyond words.

He said loudly: "My lords, take a good look at your future monarch, the new crown prince of the kingdom."

 Under the fierce power of the two giant dragons, the nobles have long understood the appropriateness.

 Immediately there was thunderous applause.



 After a burst of applause and cheers, Viserys raised his hand to suppress the nobles who had different expressions.

 He patted Rhaegar on the shoulder and encouraged: "Go, Rhaegar, take Rhaenyra off the dragon's back."

Rhaegar looked back at Rhaenyra, who was still sitting in the saddle, and nodded: "Of course."

 In today's situation, Rhaenyra will not take the initiative to step off the dragon's back. She must maintain her pride.

Rhaegar walked towards Syrax step by step, looking at Rhaenyra's side face.

After landing, Rhaenyra's eyes have been on the ocean separated by a wall.

 Because the crowd below are no longer her vassals, they just want to spy on her embarrassment.

 When Rhaegar reached Sylax's neck, he calmed the restless and curious golden dragon.

 Slowly kneel down on one knee.

 He called softly: "Rhaenaela, I've come to get you."

Rhaenyra turned her head and looked down at Rhaegar, her expression indifferent.

  After a while.

Rhaenyra untied the chains around her waist, stood up from the saddle and climbed down the ladder.

 She walked up to Rhaegar and held out a hand.

Rhaegar held her hand, kissed the back of it gently, and whispered, "Thank you, sister."

 “Get up, brother.”

Rhaenyra picked up Rhaenyra with her backhand, held his hand and walked toward the pavilion.

Even though they are different in height, the siblings still keep pace and move forward together.

 After arriving at the pavilion, Rhaenyra saluted Viserys and Allison.

 Then, he passed over Leonor who was about to speak and spoke first.

She glanced around the crowd, with a smile on her face and a strong voice: "Sir, thank you for coming to today's reserve exchange meeting."

 “Right now, in front of you.”

“I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Viserys I, Princess of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne…”

“I solemnly declare that I will resign as the old heir, return it to my brother Rhaegar, and swear lifelong loyalty to support him, help him, and jointly create a new era for the Dragon Clan!”

 After saying that, Rhaenyra raised Rhaegar's little hand high with confidence on her face.

Chapter 4 today, la la la.

You help me off the dragon's back, and I push you to sit on the throne. Rhaegar will be the crown prince from now on.

 (End of this chapter)