Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 561

Chapter 561 Lanner is pregnant!

Late at night.

There was silence in the hills of Rhaenys, and the faint cry of the nightingale could be heard.

"Hiss...ga..."

A huge dragon with a scarlet body and a body as long as a snake rushed out of the dragon's lair and dived into the dark clouds over Blackwater Bay.

In an instant, the roar of dragons came from the dragon cave.

The Red Fort, a certain balcony.

Viserys was wearing pajamas, leaning on the fence and looking at the night sky.

Seeing the flash of scarlet dragon shadow, tears filled his eyes.

boom-

Smashing his fist on the fence, Viserys said bitterly: "Daemon, why can't you stop even for half a minute."

Slaver's Bay, Meereen.

The two sides were in different locations, and the sun had just set.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar sounded, and a brown mud-colored dragon flew out from behind the Great Pyramid.

In the city, slaves took off their shackles and joined in the repair process.

Seeing the ugly mud dragon flying high into the sky, he instinctively ran away in fear.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was so proud that he chewed half of the sheep, and the blood spilled into the air.

"Speed up, sheep thief!"

Aemond had a dark face and raised his sword to chop at the shackles on his wrists.

There was a jingling sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Who can believe that a prince like him was imprisoned for half a month?

If the guard hadn't been lax, he would still be spinning around on the bed.

The sheep thief glanced sideways at the driver and flew west happily.

Although the driver is locked up, he is doing well.

There is a special supply of sheep every day, which is much better than sleeping in the open air.

Bang!

Aemond cut off the shackles, looked at the direction, and said angrily: "Fly east, let's go to Mount Our Lady!"

The west is the territory of the eldest brother Rhaegar.

If you want to go, go to the east, find the Dothraki cavalry, and claim a territory for yourself.

"Hiss~"

The sheep thief lost interest and turned around to fly towards the Dothraki Grass Sea.

Not long after flying out, Aemon's one eye flashed and he changed his mind: "Fly west, to the disputed land!"

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief was full of disgust and reluctantly turned around again.

Aemond took out a map from his pocket and searched for the locations of the nine free trade city-states, stopping at the mountain and forest city-state marked by green trees.

"Qohor was also the territory of ancient Valyria."

Aemond's one eye was dim and uncertain, and he murmured: "I need a reliable army, and the Dothraki cavalry alone is not enough."

I couldn't help but think of my mistress Celine Celtija.

As far as he knew, his fiancée Cassandra was killed.

Thinking with your toes, it must have been Damon.

Aemond was angry at first, then calm.

If he dies just right, he won't have to keep the engagement.

Squeaky...

Emond clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "Wait, no one can underestimate me."

He must conquer a city-state of his own.

If Damon can do it, so can he.

Meereen, the ruined area.

Gray Worm drove a group of sheep. Hearing the sound, he looked at the sky and muttered: "As expected, they left."

Before leaving, His Majesty warned that there was no need to keep strict supervision.

For this reason, people feed the sheep thieves every day to ensure that they are well fed.

"Hiss~"

The sheep ran into the ruins, and soon there was a faint roar of a dragon.

Yang Yan was lying on the ground, with scars on his chest and abdomen, his dragon head hanging down as he gnawed on the sheep.

The injury was indeed serious, and he couldn't even eat meat without breathing fire first.

Gray Worm stayed far away and ordered his subordinates: "Send more patrols. There is only one dragon left in the city."

Sheep thieves are not imprisoned and are kept free in Meereen as a deterrent.

Now that the main deterrent is gone, the defensive strength must be improved.

In particular, there was a seriously injured dragon lying in the ruins, its resistance to resistance was weaker than ever.

Time passes slowly...

King's Landing, Dragon Gate.

The road to the Kingdom Road is flat, with occasional muddy potholes and a loud rattling sound from the wheels.

"Drive~~"

A group of Valley Knights opened the way and escorted a convoy forward.

When the team entered the city, the people saw the half-moon eagle banner carried by the Valley Knights.

The people whispered, and the king held a celebration ceremony.

Slaver's Bay was breached, and the hypocritical slave owners repented and surrendered.

When the king returned from victory, he not only celebrated the victory in the war, but also held a wedding for his brothers who were injured in the war.

The people were all happy and excited about this.

Whenever the royal family flourished, the common people in the city could share in the food.

Red Fort.

Director's Hall.

Rhaegar sat at his desk, engrossed in dealing with government affairs.

A war lasted for two or three months, and the pile of memorials was as high as a story.

"Half-Moon Eagle."

Helena lay on the window, staring at the gate of the Red Castle, and whispered: "Jenny is here."

Rhaegar:…

Swish...swish...

The quill was waved, and only the sound of writing responded.

"Shall I go to the reception?"

Helena turned around, tilted her head and asked. Malice from Storm's End and Margaery from House Tyrell arrived in King's Landing one after another, and Rhaenyra came to entertain them.

Jenny's words…

"No, Rhaenyra is not that petty."

Rega finally spoke and reminded helplessly: "Be careful, the floor is very cold."

"Oh well."

Helena pursed her lips, got up from the ground and patted her skirt.

It was midsummer and the weather was humid and hot.

The climate in Lys is even hotter, so he sneaks back to King's Landing on Dreamfire.

Rega glanced at her, his eyes rolling on the swollen belly, and said, "How is your appetite lately? Are there any discomforts?"

Helena touched her belly and tried to remember: "Fortunately, I just kept dreaming at night."

Four months into pregnancy, the fetus has entered a stable period.

"That's good. Father is looking forward to this child."

Rhaegar smiled warmly and thought: "I brought Allison back from Harrenhal."

Helena's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand touching her belly clenched into a fist.

"Don't worry, her main responsibility is to take care of her father."

Rhaegar chuckled and said, "Aegon's wedding is coming soon, and he cannot live without his mother."

This was also Aegon's private request.

Helena nodded her head vigorously, and suddenly remembered something: "Damon is gone, what will happen to Aemond?"

"As far as you can go."

Rhaegar shook his head and sighed: "Two idiots full of resentment."

It's better to let it out than to hold it in your hands.

Once the Dragon's Horn is obtained, the Dragon Controller can also manage it.

Helena's eyes were wandering, she lowered her head inexplicably, and murmured to herself: "The red dragon and the blue dragon..."

Across the Narrow Sea, Lys.

Corakxiu glided at a low altitude, and the dragon tail with wing membranes cut through the sea surface.

Damon's hair was messy and his eyes were depressed.

"Hurry up, Colacho!"

The order was given in a voice filled with the tiredness of drunkenness.

"Hiss...ga..."

Corakxiu neighed sharply and sped up to fly into the city-state.

Roofless Dragon Cave.

Plop—

Daemon jumped off the dragon's back and almost fell to the ground.

"careful."

From the dark corner, Mesalia came out.

Damon glanced at him and saw him stepping forward to help him, so he waved his hand: "You don't need to worry about it, I'm not that fragile yet."

Mesalia rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "Then why are you coming back?"

"Wander around as you like."

Damon turned his head away, not wanting to admit the fact that he was expelled.

"The war is won, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Mesalia didn't want to talk nonsense and stated her request straightforwardly.

Her belly was growing and she needed a place.

Damon looked up and down. His lower abdomen covered by the white skirt was bulging, and he said perfunctorily: "I will do it."

He did not choose to stay in King's Landing and be a prince of the capital.

But he didn't know where to go.

Tyrosh?

An empty palace, hostile to the people he rules.

Suddenly, he discovered that his wife and the white maggots were both in Reese.

"Forget it, it seems you are not meeting me."

Mesalia was extremely disappointed, turned her back and said, "Go and see your first wife, she needs you more than I do."

And she also needs to think of a way out for herself.

"What's the meaning?"

Damon didn't know why.

Messalia didn't answer and returned to the tower with distrust.

"Haha." Damon laughed dumbly.

He stared at the entrance of the dragon's lair for a long time, and finally climbed back onto Corakxiu's dragon's back.

"Let's go, Colacho!"

Damon was depressed and wanted to be alone.

"Hiss...ga..."

Corakxiu will not refuse the driver, and his body takes off straight.

Not long after, it disappeared over Rees.

However, as soon as Damon stepped forward, a beautiful figure walked out from the depths of the dragon's cave.

"Roar—"

Vhagar slowly climbed out of the dragon pit, his vertical eyes were cold and ruthless, and his whole body exuded the aura of killing.

"Quiet, Vhagar."

Lanner's eyes were complicated as she looked at the fleeting scarlet dragon shadow.

She heard many things.

I was ready to comfort my husband, but unexpectedly, he was accustomed to taking responsibility for himself as always.

"Daemon."

Lanner murmured and touched her belly with her bare hands.

Under the blue skirt, her belly is slightly bulging.

"Roar—"

Vhagar's aura was overwhelming. He lowered his head and looked down at the driver, his vertical pupils showing a touch of concern.

"I'm fine."

Lannar couldn't hide her depression, and stretched out her hand to rub Vhagar's dragon wings.

Vhagar blinked his eyelids and chose to lower his head and crawl.

Lanner looked at her own dragon, emotions surging in her eyes.

Vhagar is too old.

The jaw is slack and droopy, the bronze skin folds.

"Only you are always with me."

Lanner murmured softly, pressing her forehead against the rough scales.

Vhagar shook his head slightly, as if giving a silent response.

(End of chapter)

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