Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 498

Chapter 498 Hatchlings and Young Dragons

At this time, a wheel palace drove out of Silk Street and climbed up the high **** of Rhaenys Hills.

Dragon Cave, the main entrance.

“Eamonn, get out of the car quickly.”

The Wheel Palace stopped in the square, Bellon opened the door and jumped out, rushing out like a cannonball

“Prince, you...”

Stephen's brows knitted into a knot, and his already mature face became increasingly bitter.

“Sir, see you later.”

Eamonn jumped out of the wheel palace, his short legs flying very fast.

Stephen deliberately stopped him, stretched out his hand in the air and froze, and said melancholy: "Okay, see you later."

The two little princes are too lively.

Obviously Brother Ilic said that children are easy to take care of.

Your Majesty has been very well-behaved since he was a child.

The two little brothers walked one behind the other, like two little meat mounds, getting into the dragon's lair.

After many years, Dragon Cave has changed drastically.

The bronze gate is open all year round, the circular shed roof is removed, and it is transformed into an open-air building with Colosseum dimensions.

The purpose of the improvement is to allow the dragon to fly freely.

Without the obstruction of the roof, the dragon can fly out of the dragon's lair at will.

Leave no worries about someone breaking into the dragon's lair and blocking the dragon's exit.

At this moment, there is plenty of light in the dragon's cave, and the black stone floor shines like obsidian.

Berron raised his head and exclaimed, looking at the spider web intertwined with iron ropes on the roof of the open-air shed.

Iron chain bridge, a measure used to restrain the dragon.

Prevent the giant dragon from flying out of the dragon's lair and causing losses to the people of King's Landing.

Unnecessary, they will be laid on the roof of the shed to replace the original stone cover.

“Hiss…”

A sharp neighing sound came from above, mixed with the emotion of surprise.

Berron turned his head slightly, and a green baby dragon appeared in his sight.

“Hiss…”

The young dragon is stepping on the iron cable bridge, flapping its bright red wings, just like a butterfly caught in a net.

Aemon ran over and cheered: "Liar, come here quickly."

“Hiss…”

The young dragon did not hesitate at all, and fell down the hundreds of meters of iron cable, like a falling green meteor.

Berron watched from the sidelines, always feeling that the baby dragon's movements were dangerous. It closed its wings together as if it was about to commit suicide.

There was a burst of dust, and the young dragon fell to the floor with a thud, its slender tail twitching.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Berron covered his head and walked away without looking.

A mentally retarded dragon with no heart.

Father said that he probably held it in the eggshell for too long and his brain was not working properly.

Eamonn was very happy. He ignored the choking dust and picked up the baby dragon's neck, rubbing his face against the dragon's head intimately: "Liar, did you miss me?"

“Gah!”

The young green dragon, called the Liar, pretended to be dead with its tongue hanging out, and climbed up from the ground.

Eemon smiled and climbed onto the dragon's back: "Bad guy, take me flying around."

“Ga?”

The deceiver shook his head repeatedly and crawled slowly while holding the driver, but refused to fly.

Aemon was angry and slapped the young dragon on the back.

One person and one dragon are of the same age, with no more than one day difference in birth time, and both are under 6 years old.

The deceiver spirit has always lived in the dragon's lair, where he can eat and sleep, and grows rapidly.

The size is comparable to that of a fine war horse, and it is no problem to fly with a child on its back.

Both the boy and the young dragon were not efficient lamps, so they started to toss each other.

Berron looked at it and shook his head, doubting his brother's IQ for a while.

　　An old dragon dragon man came with the dragon guard, his face full of vicissitudes of life: "Prince, what can I do for you?"

Berron had a serious face and communicated in High Valyrian: "My mother gave birth, and I chose a dragon egg for my brother."

Spell clearly and speak fluently.

The old man nodded secretly and walked toward the greenhouse with a bamboo pole: "Follow me."

"Hard."

Berron held his little hands behind his back, like a little adult.

An old man and a young man went to the tunnel of the greenhouse, and the dragon guards spread around to look after them.

As he was walking, Belron suddenly turned his head and his eyes fell on a dark dragon pit.

The dragon pit is narrow and long, and the backlight is extremely dim.

Berron tilted his head and stared at the invisible dragon pit with curious eyes.

Russling, rustling…

There was a slight flash of light, accompanied by a subtle noise.

Berron became energetic and stared with all his concentration.

Suddenly, the light expanded.

In the darkness, a blurry outline quietly emerged, and a pair of intense amber vertical pupils opened wide.

The iron chain shook with a faint clatter, and a dragon-shaped black shadow suddenly jumped out.

“Hiss!”

The roar was ferocious and violent, and due to the limited length of the chain, he was unable to break out of the dragon pit. He only spat out a puff of black smoke and dragon flames toward the outside world.

"Wow!"

Berron's eyes widened, startled by the sudden cry.

“Stay back and be quiet!”

The old man with a gloomy face stood in front of the little prince, beating the ground with his bamboo stick and yelling at the dragon pit.

The chains made a crisp sound, and the dragon's shadow disappeared into the crypt.

Upon seeing this, the old dragon man breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to remind: "Don't approach the dragon pit without permission."

Berron hesitated slightly: "It doesn't seem to have any malicious intent."

Though not sure.

“Follow the rules.”

The old dragon man was very serious and said in a deep voice: "I will ask your majesty for instructions to choose a young dragon for you to tame."

Berlon scratched his head.

The old man turned around and continued walking, saying slowly: "Just like your brother."

　Red Castle, princess's bedroom.

The cry of a newborn is very loud and exciting.

In the corridor, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren smiled in unison.

While Lei Jia was running around in a hurry, a thin maid pushed open the door.

“How is it?” Rega couldn't restrain his excitement and asked immediately.

The maid's forehead was covered with sweat and she said, "The princess wants to see you."

"That's what I thought."

Rhaegar smiled as he entered.

The maids are cleaning up the scene and restoring peace to the past.

The sense of urgency disappeared immediately. Rhaegar opened the bead curtain and found the mother and daughter resting on the midwifery chair.

"You came."

Rhaenyra's face was pale and weak, and she smiled when she saw him.

Rhaegar smiled back, walked to the chair and squatted down with confidence.

He reached out and twirled Rhaenyra's hair, which was wet with sweat and clinging to the side of her face, and whispered softly, "Are you okay?"

“Fortunately, everything went well.”

Rhaenyra smiled sincerely, handed over the swaddle she was holding tightly in her arms, and said with a little pride, "Look, it's a girl."

Rhaegar took a closer look, and a fair face came into view.

But his attention was not on the baby.

The palm of her hand touched Rhaenyra's lower abdomen. The thin nightgown was already wet with sweat, and there was a feeling of heat all over her body.

“What a beautiful girl, a noble little princess.”

Rhaegar praised Rhaegar sincerely, gently took Rhaenyra in his arms, and held the mother and daughter in his arms lovingly.

Rhaenyra's eyes were charming, and An Ran rested her face on his shoulder: “Don't worry, I'm willing to do it, and I'm happy with it.”

Rhaegar lowered his head, not bothering with the smooth forehead dripping with sweat, closed his eyes and kissed her softly.

Rhaenyra's eyelashes trembled. The pain of childbirth was worth it for this moment.

Then, he immediately counterattacked and pecked the corner of the opponent's lips.

Rega was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Give the baby a name?"

“Of course.” Rhaenyra raised her chin.

“Then I have to think of a good name.”

Rhaegar took over the naming rights domineeringly, pretending to be thoughtful, and from time to time he lifted the swaddling clothes to observe the baby's facial features.

Almost half a ring.

Rhaenyra's expression began to look unnatural, and she was a little worried about her daughter's name.

Rhaegar pretended to be mysterious and said firmly: "Visenya, the greatest female warrior of the family."

“Okay!” Rhaenyra agreed.

Look at that bird's eagerness to try, both eyes are shining.

Rega smiled.

Rhaenyra, after her initial joy, also saw Rhaegar's deliberate teasing, and said angrily: "I have always wanted a girl in my dreams, and you don't know what name you think of."

Speaking, he turned around and took back the swaddle, pretending to be sulking.

Rhaegar coaxed him from left to right, stroking the baby's soft face.

Took a moment to take a look.

Silver-gold hair roots, eyes not yet opened.

As expected, the younger daughter's appearance will definitely be inherited from Rhaenyra's when she grows up. She will be a Targaryen beauty with long silver-gold hair and purple eyes.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, interrupting the intimacy of the family of three.

“Father, we are back.”

Eamonn took the lead and rushed in excitedly.

“Hush! Don't disturb mother and brother's rest.”

Berlon had a dangerous look in his eyes and held a furnace-like incubation vessel in his hand.

Following them were Viserys in a wheelchair and Mekar, who was as small as transparent.

Viserys raised his forehead helplessly: "I really can't stop these little guys."

　　“It's okay.” Reggapi said with a smile: “It's all just something that needs to be sorted out.”

Aemon shrank his neck, feeling that his father was targeting him.

Berron was more steady. He walked aside and opened the container, revealing a steaming green dragon egg. He was full of expectations: "We personally selected the dragon egg for our brother."

"oh?"

Although Rhaenyra was helpless, she did not refuse the kindness of her two sons. She sat up and looked around.

Seeing a familiar dragon egg, he praised: "Very good, that will be the best dragon egg."

Berron said seriously: "I spent a long time choosing this one. My brother will definitely like it."

"Well…"

Rhaenyra raised her slender eyebrows, trying to clear up the misunderstanding about her eldest son.

Suddenly, Meka, who had been wandering in a fugue, said calmly: "It's my sister, not my brother."

"younger sister?"

Berron was startled and looked at the swaddled baby.

Eamonn was even more exaggerated. His face that looked like his brother fell down and he said, "She's actually a sister!?"

They thought it would be a younger brother.

Especially Aemon, as a senior brother, specifically wanted a new brother.

Well, Meka doesn't count.

At this time, Mekar's eyes widened, staring at Aemon unblinkingly, and repeated: “It's my sister.”

A shiver ran down Aemon's spine when he was stared at, and he said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, it's my sister."

Meka was then satisfied and lay back on the chair again, wanting to see what her sister looked like.

The little guy is young but has great ideas.

Rhaegar looked sideways at his younger son.

The boy got a basket from somewhere and carried it on his back. He put the dark red dragon eggs inside and covered it with a blanket he got from his grandfather.

After all the little ones had seen the newly born Visenya, Rhaegar began to yell at them: "Look, everyone, get out."

“We haven't seen enough.”

Aemon reluctantly shook his little buttocks.

boom-

Lega kicked them up, picked up one of them and threw it out with one hand, and said without any pretense: "Get out of here. If the three counts don't disappear, all of them will report to Grand Scholar Mukun."

As soon as these words came out, even the silent Meka got up and ran out with the basket on his back.

When passing by my grandfather, I didn't forget to put the blanket back on my grandfather's legs.

Viserys's tired body began to feel sleepy, so he carried the swaddling clothes to his eldest son and said, "I am tired too, so I will take care of them."

“Father, I didn't say anything about you.”

Rhaegar was helpless.

“Stay and take care of Rhaenyra.”

Viserys was very sleepy and was exhausted from the labor of his daughter.

Rhaegar stopped pressing and ordered Ilic to send his father back to his room.

After abdicating the throne, his father moved to Harrenhal, a place with a pleasant climate, and only returned to King's Landing occasionally.

That's good, the underground lava on Qianmian Island is increasing day by day, and the hot springs have a nourishing effect.

boom-

The door closed and Rhaegar turned around.

Rhaenyra held the baby in her arms, humming a song softly, and looked sideways at him.

The two siblings looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)

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