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

Chapter 196 The Newborn Dragon

evening.

The Glutton circled around and around Dragonstone.

 Riding on the back of the dragon, Rhaegar looked down and found several warships anchored on the coastline of Dragonstone Island.

 “The royal fleet formed by Rhaenyra?”

He hasn’t been to Dragonstone for a long time, and he vaguely remembers Rhaenyra mentioning forming a small fleet.

 “Glutton, land!”

Without thinking much, Rhaegar gave the order.

 Dragonstone Island is located in the throat, and the annual tax collected from passing ships is a huge fortune.

 What's more, there is a town on the island with a large population and considerable tax revenue.

Jon reached out to stop him and advised: "The princess has not allowed you to enter yet, please wait a moment."

As soon as he landed, the black stone gate opened and dozens of guards filed out.

Glutton slowly descended and landed in front of the entrance to Dragonstone Island.

Rhaegar suddenly understood and stopped asking.

 “Wow, Governor of the Navy, what a great name.”

Rhaegar pretended to be exaggerated and said dissatisfied: "When will I need to report my visit to Dragonstone?"

Sitting on the saddle, Rhaegar looked down and asked.

Rhaegar climbed down the ladder and was about to enter the black stone gate.

 “Are you Baratheon?”

“I see, is Rhaenyra still on the island?”

“Jon Baratheon, the Baratheon family from Dragonstone.”

Rhaegar looked Rhaenyra in the eyes and brushed her hand away.

Rhaenyra waved him off, came to Rhaegar, and apologized: "He is my newly appointed naval governor, and his personality is relatively rigid."

　　Followed by a group of guards, Rhaenyra hurried over.

“The princess is still on the island, and I have sent someone to inform her.”

 She had walked out of the castle after hearing the neighing of the glutton.

Rhaegar glanced at him and saw the crest of the crowned stag on his breastplate.

 The leader is a man with black hair and a cold face.

“If anyone in King’s Landing dares to do this to you, I will feed him to the dragon!”

Rhaenyra was very apologetic and placed her small hand on the hand holding the hilt of his sword.

 Jon saluted respectfully.

Jon said.

 “Jon, shut up!”

The dragon's claws were sharp and almost stained with blood.

He pointed at his cheek and said with a smile: "See clearly who I am. I entered Dragonstone Island. Do I need to report it?"

 “Wait, Prince.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Rhaenyra's scolding came.

For example, the Arryn family in Seagull Town and the Royce family in the Gates of the Moon are common ways for large families to spread their branches.

Jon turned his head and looked at the winding stairs behind the black stone gate.

Jon said with a straight face, "Anyone who wants to enter Dragonstone must obtain the princess's approval."

 “Don’t be angry, he doesn’t understand anything.”

Hand is touching the hilt of the sword, ready to chop off his head at any moment.

 Large families have many branch families.

Rhaegar was stunned, his eyes confused.

Jon noticed Rhaegar's movements and took a deep breath: "Prince, anyone wants to..."

 “No need, I’ll go directly to her.”

Rhaenyra can use this money to build a royal fleet, and the safety of King's Landing will be much higher.

"Princess!"

As soon as I walked through the long stone steps, I saw the tense posture between the two sides.

Hearing this, Lei Jia suppressed his smile and said displeasedly: "I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again!"

Jon knelt down on one knee and said with a strong voice, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Renee Lanono was speechless and waved everyone away.

After a while, she suggested: "A new baby dragon has hatched in Longshan. Do you want to go and see it?"

 “Let’s go, we have to rush to Chaotou Island later.”

Rhaegar said helplessly.

 “Okay, the baby dragon is in the castle, it’s very beautiful.”

Rhaenyra smiled and pulled him inside.

 …

 Inside the castle, hall.

Three dragon eggs of different colors are placed in containers and placed on the table.

“Look, these are eggs laid by Syrax. I am choosing for Lannar’s children.” Rhaenyra’s eyes sparkled as she stroked the three dragon eggs one by one.

 “Any two are good.”

Rhaegar answered perfunctorily, his eyes focused on the little guy in his hand.

 A young dragon about the size of a house cat.

Rhaegar held the little guy in his hands and looked at it carefully.

Jin Cancan's vertical pupils, bright silver scales, slender figure, no corner crown.

 “Hiss…”

The baby dragon stretched its neck and neighed, flapped its wings, and scurried around in his arms.

Look at this appearance, he is really not afraid of life at all.

Rhaenyra noticed his expression and smiled: "Do you like this young dragon?"

 “Of course, every young dragon is a Targaryen treasure.”

Rhaegar said: "Looking at the color of its scales, it should look similar to Meraxes when it grows up."

 “When it gets bigger, you take it back to the dragon’s lair.”

Rhaenyra reached out and wanted to tap the baby dragon's head, but was frightened away by the baby dragon's hissing.

 “Be careful, the little guy has a bad temper.” Rhaegar said nervously.

Rhaenyra pouted and said depressedly: "Give it a name?"

Rhaegar nodded and thought seriously.

 It is well known that he is not good at naming names.

 The name Gluttonous was also a title given by the inhabitants of Dragonstone.

Seeing that he was still silent, Rhaenyra suggested, "How about calling it Meraxes?"

 Targaryens like to name dragons after the names of gods in the mystery religion of the old Valyrian period.

 Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar…

 This is true for both Colaxio and Syracuse.

 “I don’t like repeating other people’s names.”

Rhaegar refused decisively and said thoughtfully: "The color of its scales is bright silver, so it will be like a blizzard."

A huge bright silver dragon, as if accompanied by wind and snow.

 “Blizzard…such an ordinary name.”

Rhaenyra was speechless.

 “Okay, let’s take a look at your dragon egg.”

Holding the baby dragon Blizzard in his arms, Rhaegar looked at the three dragon eggs.

 From left to right, they are green, bronze, red with black markings.

 “I plan to give these two away.”

Rhaenyra pointed to the green and red-black dragon eggs.

Rhaegar asked curiously: "Have you chosen yet?"

"Yes."

Rhaenyra took out the bronze dragon eggs individually and said gently: "They are the children of Syracuse. I want to keep one I like and put it in my child's cradle."

Rhaegar was slightly startled and looked at Rhaenyra's profile.

 At this moment, she exuded a strong maternal radiance.

 “A good choice, I believe it can hatch a new Bronze Fury.”

Rega smiled and placed the young dragon Blizzard on the bronze dragon egg.

 Bronze is not green.

Instead, it prefers gold.

Wormithor is known as the Wrath of Bronze, and its scales initially appear pale gold.

After years of precipitation, Wormisor's scales turned dark gold, making him a mighty and domineering dark gold dragon.

 After selecting the dragon eggs, the Dragon Hunter takes away the young dragon Blizzard and the reserved bronze dragon eggs.

It was getting late, and the siblings walked out of the castle and planned to go to Chaotou Island.

At dusk, there are clouds and mist floating in the sky, which look like maple leaves against the setting sun.

Walking on the long stone steps, the sea breeze blows on your face, and the moist air is mixed with a fishy and salty smell.

 “Hiss…”

 A high-pitched neighing sound came from above the head, and a dragon shadow flashed away in the clouds and mist.

Rhaegar raised his head and happened to see this scene.

Looking at the clouds, there is no dragon shadow appearing.

Rhaegar continued walking up the stairs without paying much attention.

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 A strong wind blew from behind, causing Rhaegar's hair to flutter.

  Turning around, a light gray dragon stood behind him, spreading its wings and looking at him.

 “Gray shadow!?”

 (End of this chapter)