Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 620

Chapter 620 Benila's Hatred

Time flies, half a month later.

Junlin, Mud Gate.

Boom—

A huge creature that was bright red and looked like a winding snake flew across the Blackwater Bay, flapping a pair of wide fleshy wings to cover the towering city gate.

The people in the city looked up and cheered and cursed with mixed reactions.

The happiest among them are the prostitutes in Flea Bottom.

　　Red Fort.

“Son, I'm back!”

Damon shouted loudly and walked quickly into the hall.

Time was short and I didn't have time to change my clothes.

Wearing black steel armor covered with scratches, he carries a scarlet cloak on his back, and holds a dragon-winged helmet under his arm.

As his lean figure stepped forward, his long silver-gold hair flowed, not concealing his stern face that had not aged at all.

"Father!"

A silver-haired boy was sitting in the hall. Hearing the sound, he got up in surprise.

Rhaenys stood aside with her arms folded and whispered: "Be careful, he won't go anywhere."

The boy bared his baby teeth and threw himself into the cold arms of the armor.

“Look what father brought you, Gaimon?”

Daemon picked up the eldest son with one hand and struggled to pull out a dragon bone dagger from his waist.

This is the booty he captured from the battlefield of Qohor, from a sacrificial temple in Norvos.

　　Not as precious as Valyrian steel, but still a well-known treasure.

"like."

Gaimon gripped the delicate dragon bone dagger tightly and shyly hugged his father's neck.

I don't dislike the strange smell of the pungent dragon smell mixed with the smell of blood.

When he saw his son after the war, Damon raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Have you done anything interesting recently? I think you seem to be very energetic."

As he spoke, he looked at his cousin Rhaenys.

Rhaenys looked indifferent and said casually: "Tesserion hatched a baby dragon named Mogul, and it is now a hot treasure."

That ferocious young dragon with earthy yellow scales and red vertical pupils, even the Huanlong people judged that it would be an aggressive beast when it grows up.

Damon smiled playfully: "My son doesn't need a baby dragon to fill the scene."

"Yes!" Gaimeng shook his head and said proudly: "I have storm clouds."

Damon's smile grew wider and he smoothed his son's messy hair.

That faint blue sub-adult dragon is a treasure that he spent all his efforts to capture from the sea of smoke.

The little guy is too young to ride on the dragon's back.

But it has truly tamed the beast and gained the recognition of being by its side at all times.

Looking at the arrogant father and son, Rhaenys said meaningfully: "Just because you don't like them doesn't mean that others won't break their heads for them."

　Daemon was startled when he heard this.

There was a knock on the hall door, causing him to look back.

Another little boy stood at the door, carrying a backpack on his shoulders, looking at him weakly.

Not long after, the dragon's lair.

“Hiss!”

Several dragons of different sizes crawled in the hall, roaring violently at each other.

“Moondancer and the Deceiver grow ferociously.”

Rhaegar stood by the campfire, looking at the two huge creatures leaning against each other.

One is darker in color with gray stripes on its surface, which looks like tree rings at first glance.

One is brightly colored, topped with a pair of sharp dragon horns, and the dragon's tail is as thin and long as a scorpion's tail.

The two sub-adult dragons are both under twenty years old, and the larger Liar is only over twenty meters tall. His strong body shows his unparalleled strength.

“The deceiver eats a lot, and he doesn't refuse cattle, sheep, or pigs.”

Aemon smiled and boasted: "Just like its driver, he is also very smart and capable."

“Really?” Rhaegar looked at his proud second son up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

This guy doesn't know who to follow, and he is born with an out-of-the-box temperament.

Different from his elder brother Belron who is calm, he prefers to do brave and adventurous things.

Rhaegar also discovered that not only did the eldest son and the second son have completely different personalities, but their appearance also gradually changed.

Berron is stronger and has bright eyes.

Aemon is lean and has short silver-gold hair that is opposite to his brother's. He looks capable and fast.

The key is the face, which has been reduced from 90% similarity to 70% similarity.

Perhaps it comes from the heart.

“Of course!”

Aemon is not afraid of the gaze and is full of confidence: "The people of Tyrosh and Lys know me. I repaired and rebuilt half of the bridges and canals in the two city-states."

He is the future Prince of Lys and the husband of Queen Tyrosh.

Perhaps his brother Belron is too busy and will appoint him as the King's Hand.

The understanding of internal affairs and people's livelihood and civil affairs is no weaker than that of the poor, homeless, and prostitutes in every slum.

My mother is not in Lys, and my great-uncle Daemon has been fighting in Qohor all year round.

Most of the management of the two city-states fell on him and Bernila.

“It's not bad, I have some ideas.”

Lega smiled and gave some praise appropriately.

He knew very well the temperament of his second son and could not stand praise.

　　“Hey, where did Bellon go?”

Aemon asked proudly.

He has to let his brother take a good look at his abilities.

“He is in the Riverlands.”

Rhaegar's eyes were deep.

I don't know if the eldest son's mission is going well?

Aemon was a little disappointed and suddenly thought: "I heard word of mouth from the merchants at the dock that Mekar rode a dragon and visited Slaver's Bay and rescued Lord Tyran, but left his brother, Duke Jason, behind."

“Who told you?” Rhaegar frowned slightly.

“Everyone knows.”

Aemon took it as a matter of course and said without hesitation: "Mekar was overestimating his own abilities, and he only saved Lord Tyran."

“What do you want to say?”

Rhaegar turned his head, stared at his second son, and said with full force: "You mean, that idiot Jason is more important than Tyran? Or is it that your half-brother deliberately broke into Slaver's Bay in order for the teacher to inherit the Western Territory? "To be honest, he really wanted to pry Jason's brain open to see if it was full of shit.

How dare you go to Slaver's Bay to claim territorial rights and tease your master in front of him?

But he is even more angry now because the second son made a small complaint whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Aemon was frightened and quickly explained: "I mean that it is dangerous for Mekar to rescue Lord Tyran by himself, and we should think about it in the long term."

“That's the best!”

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp and he emphasized again: “Remember my words, it's best to do so.”

“Yes, father.” Aemon lowered his head, not daring to object.

Seeing this, Rhaegar added another sentence: "You are brothers who share the same spirit. You will both prosper and suffer."

“When your brother is in trouble, you should take the initiative to help him instead of ridiculing or talking about him behind his back.”

“I understand.” Aemon quickly buried his head on the ground.

Rhaegar had no intention of lecturing his son, and waved his hand: "Go and play, don't leave your fiancée alone."

At this time, on the other side of the dragon's lair.

An khaki baby dragon crawled on the ground, tearing apart a roasted goat with its fangs and claws.

“Do you want this dragon, Inar?”

Benila is tall and stands beside her, slapping her half-brother on the head.

She is already 15 years old and is a truly beautiful girl.

ˆDark-skinned and delicate, with short silver-gold lop-eared hair and ambitious purple eyes.

Twin sister Renya stood beside her, looking like an underdeveloped little girl.

Rhaena also looked at her half-brother and said softly: "Mogul is a great young dragon and will grow very fast."

The words had a certain meaning, and his eyes fell on the corner of the dragon's lair with complicated eyes.

“Hiss!”

A pale pink sub-adult dragon, flapping its wings like a butterfly.

Ling Ming is not that big, and can barely cross the ten-meter threshold, reaching the stage where it can carry people.

Rhynia does not expect her dragon to make any achievements in warfare, but at least it can satisfy the occasional interest in controlling dragons.

Inar was carrying a basket and said doubtfully: "I have dragon eggs."

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoes and bumped the basket on his back.

“Dragon eggs are difficult to hatch.”

Another little guy came over, followed by a faint blue sub-adult dragon.

“Gaimon?”

Benila glanced back and spoke lightly.

Gaimeng's face became more delicate, and he raised his little face: “Father is back and gave me a gift.”

As he spoke, he pulled out the dragon bone dagger from his waist and waited for the compliments from his sisters.

"oh."

Benila responded perfunctorily, and led Inar to the other side: "I will take you to see the Moon Dance. Maybe Aemon will have gifts for you and Rhaena."

Walking very fast, as if avoiding flies.

Rhaena was in a dilemma, touched Gaimon's head, and followed her sister's footsteps.

Gaimon froze on the spot, the hand holding the dragon bone dagger slowly lowered.

This scene all fell in the eyes of Damon behind the bronze door.

Damen narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a calm voice: "She is still resentful."

Benila's personality is more like him, a brave, fearless, and competitive tomboy.

Lannaer died in childbirth, which she regarded as her father's "masterpiece".

Brother Gaimon is an accomplice.

“She doesn't actually hate Gaimon, she just doesn't want to face it.”

Rhaenyra explained.

Visenya stood at the edge of the skirt, holding her younger brother Egg between her hands.

Damon took a deep breath and pretended not to care: "Let her go, she already got what she wanted."

The inheritance of Tyrosh is still Baenila's.

Even though he had his eldest son Gaemon, and his second son Aenar who bore the Targaryen surname.

The former was raised by his cousin Rhaenys, and also had a young dragon named Stormcloud by his side, so he naturally didn't have to worry about the future.

The latter's mother, Mesalia, is still alive and is cared for by a pair of half-sisters.

As long as the children are in different rooms, it doesn't matter.

Rhaenyra nodded, knowing her adopted daughter's character well.

A good girl who disdained intrigues, but unfortunately she was born into the wrong daughter.

The care for the half-brother is just to ridicule Damon.

“You gave birth to a bunch of good kids.”

Damon changed the topic, his eyes fell on Visenya, and suggested: "You only have one daughter, why not find a partner for her who has been with her since she was a child?"

“Gaimon?”

Rhaenyra was stunned. She didn't expect to say this suddenly.

Damon nodded: "Yes, he is the last color left in the world by Lanner."

“I will seriously consider it.”

Rhaenyra did not agree and said, "Mekar cares about her sister very much. We should wait until the children are older to talk about this kind of thing."

“Meka!?”

Visenya raised her head when she heard the sound, still squeezing her brother Egg's face with her hands.

Ego is like a rag doll, with a line of drool dripping from the corner of his deformed mouth.

“You heard wrong.”

Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, snatched away the ravaged young son, and said helplessly: "Go and see Mogul, you might like it."

A newly hatched baby dragon is of undoubted value.

While her peers are not tamed, Wulong's daughter has a good chance.

“That ugly dragon?”

Visenya gave up the large toy and turned to look at the baby sheep-eating dragon with khaki scales.

Like a desert lizard with wings, but its scales and horns are very sharp, scratching the dragon stone floor.

“I'm going!”

Visenya slapped her chest and rushed towards him excitedly.

Ugly, a bit ugly, but at first glance, it looks very ferocious, like the evil dragon that stole the princess in the picture book story.

She likes this rustic ugly dragon.

(End of this chapter)

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