Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 635

Chapter 635 Dance of the Blood Dragon "1"

“Don't worry, there is always a place for us.”

Aemon was thoughtful and bumped his thin shoulder with a smile.

Rhaena lowered her head hurriedly, hiding her emotions with her forehead.

“The Royal Council is not what I am most worried about. After all, they are controlled by the royal family.”

Rhaenyra rubbed her brows, feeling disappointed: "Belron is very brave, but his child went to the battlefield alone, and my heart felt like it was fried."

Especially, I have been having a lot of sleepless nights in the past few nights.

After falling asleep, the child's cry kept echoing in her ears, almost crushing her heart like petals.

“What are your considerations?”

White maggot Xiaomei leaned down and stared at each other with eyes.

The queen is a woman. Women are soft by nature and afraid of war.

Children are on the battlefield, and their worries are growing day by day.

Rhaenyra thought seriously and said, "I think the continent of Essos is on the right track and Rhaegar will be brought back to take charge of the overall situation."

“You can support the big picture, it just takes a little help.”

White Maggot Xiaomei frowned slightly.

"That's different." Rhaenyra murmured quietly: "I always feel that something big is going to happen, and the child's father needs to be present."

　　Can't help but close my eyes silently, soothing my frowning eyebrows.

White maggot Xiaomei looked thoughtful and said simply: "If you make a decision, I can raven a message for you."

The pair of murderous uncle and nephew were stationed on the continent of Essos, and their rebellion could not stop the anger of Dragon Kiss.

It is also a good choice to withdraw at the right time.

“Okay, you write a letter.”

Rhaenyra promised fully, took out several memorials from the drawer, and reviewed them: "Belron's fleet is cruising in the Summer Sea, and supplies must be transported from Lys and Tyrosh."

There is no person in charge in the two city-states, and the efficiency of work needs to be improved.

White Maggot Xiaomei finished writing the letter and suggested casually: "Ravens are not as fast as dragons, and no one can control order."

Rhaenyra was startled and looked back at her children.

“You cannot leave King's Landing, Lys needs someone to run it.”

Bai Maggot Xiaomei talked eloquently: "With a member of the royal family stationed here, Prince Bellon can feel at ease on the front line."

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to speak, and raised her hand to cover her red lips.

Who to send?

White Maggot Xiaomei analyzed step by step: "Prince Aegon is recovering from his injuries, Prince Aemond is missing, and all you can count on is the children you raised."

“Send me.”

Eamonn did his part, his face was surprisingly serious.

Being able to deliver messages to his father and manage the home front for his brother is a dream job.

“I can go too.”

Rhaena's voice was like a mosquito, getting lower and lower as she spoke: “The dawn is a bit small, but crossing the strait is no problem.”

White Maggot Xiaomei and Rhaenyra looked at each other, and the former said seriously: "The prince's dragon can now stand on its own."

　　Looking past Rhaena, the disappointment could not be concealed in her eyes.

Rhaenyra reached out and brushed the faces of the two children, her eyes as soft as a pool of clear water, carefully examining every hair and pore.

“Let's all go.”

Suddenly spoke, he took the two children into his arms, and kissed each of them lightly: "One will go to the other side of the strait, and the other will go to the Eagle's Nest City in the valley."

Rhaena raised her head in surprise, her cheek pressed against the soft mountain peak.

“Go to the Eagle's Nest and look for Lady Jeyne.”

Rhaenyra pressed her delicate fingers gently and warned carefully: "Let her send troops from Gulltown to reinforce the war in the Summer Sea."

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Rhaena's eyes were filled with mist, and her heart was as firm as iron.

“Alright, hurry up and get ready.”

Rhaenyra spoke softly and let go of the two children.

　　While the adopted daughter was changing into her dragon-controlling uniform, she called her second son Aemon to another room.

The king's palace.

The sky is blue and white outside, and the light in the bedroom is dim.

Rhaenyra opened the curtains, and the sunlight shone on the silver-gold hair of mother and son.

Eamonn stood at the door, waiting for his mother's instructions.

"Your dragon will be bigger and stronger, and the journey will be longer and more dangerous."

With a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, Rhaenyra rubbed the head of her second son's head just like she rubbed Rhaegar's head when she was a child, and repeatedly told her: "On your trip, go to Storm's End first to win the support of Lady Malice and find your third uncle Aemond."

“I will.”

Aemon nodded.

Rhaenyra continued: "Then, I want you to go to Qohor to find your father and persuade him to come back yourself."

As for the management of Tyrosh and Lys, it is not that important.

Aemon's thoughts turned and he understood his mother's deep meaning.

The importance of the war is about to shift, and father and uncles are the main force.

“Okay, let's stop here.”

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, turned around and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Under the gaze of her second son, she took off the clan sword True Fire from the wall.

"Mother?"

Aemon was refreshed and had a premonition of something.

"Take it." Rhaenyra handed it over with both hands, her beautiful face softened: "Take your father's sword, and you will be an adult from now on."

Big things cannot be left to children, but each of her children is a gift.

“I will not let this sword down.”

Aemon was so excited that his hand trembled when he touched the scabbard.

In a series of clan swords, each one has its own meaning.

The black fire that symbolizes royal power, the united dark sisters, the brave and fearless dragon claws...

The family sword Zhenhuo, which is only inlaid with rubies, was praised by his father as "blood and fire".

Means "the beginning of the war".

“Be kind to this sword, it saved your father from fire and water.”

Rhaenyra was filled with emotion and touched the Valyrian necklace around Snow's neck with her bare hands.

The first thing is the Balerion Dragon Head Pendant on the left, and the fingertips pause slightly.

After staggering, I touched the Vagehar dragon head pendant on the right side and silently held it tightly for a few minutes.

The former is intended to be left to the eldest son, and the latter has a connotation that she likes very much.

Finally, Rhaenyra nibbled the shell teeth and took off the Meraxes dragon head pendant in the middle.

In Aemon's surprised eyes, he found a chain link and put it on, and put it around the neck of his second son who was about to leave.

“Put this space pendant away as a reward for the mission.”

Rhaenyra was not stingy at all, and she wanted to arm her second son to the teeth.

Everything she has will be left to her children in the future, but now it is just an advance.

"This is what my father gave you." Aemon touched the exquisite dragon head pendant, which still retained the warmth of his mother's body.

“It's yours now.”

Rhaenyra held up her second son's face, kissed the left cheek that looked like Rhaegar's, and pursed her lips: "Go, remember to feed your dragon."

Aemon walked out of the palace, dazed, holding a real fire.

Half a sound.

The king is in the sky.

“Hiss!”

“Hiss…”

Two young giant dragons, one green and one light pink, flew out of the dragon's lair and soared in opposite directions.

Boom—

The giant green dragon has a strong body, swooping down from the high clouds, and its slender dragon tail like a scorpion's needle cuts through the waves of Blackwater Bay.

The sun gradually sets, and a quiet atmosphere reigns.

Red Fort, open-air corridor.

Rhaenyra held onto the railing with both hands and watched quietly as the two dragons disappeared into the distance.

The white knuckles secretly clenched and the sweat on the palms.

They all indicate that the heart is not peaceful.

Cohol.

A dancing light green dragon soars in the sky, its butterfly-like gray and white stripes perfectly blending into the dense forest.

“Hurry up, Moon Dancer.”

Benila tightened the saddle rope, urging the young dragon to fly.

“Hiss!”

Yue Wu sang softly and rushed down into the sky, flying to the great city-state of Nuo, which was built on the mountain.

The wings fanned out strong winds, picking up the fallen leaves and surrounding them.

The speed is very fast, and the movements are as light as a swallow.

Before the sun goes down, one person and one dragon landed smoothly.

Benila bit off her leather gloves and strode towards the temple hall, raising her legs.

The rebellion in the Golden Fields has been basically put down, and the rest are just some unattractive trash fish.

The king and cousin suddenly recalled him and hurried back all night.

“Dylan hasn't come back?”

Walking into the main hall, Lei Jia was busy placing flags everywhere on the sand table.

“He's still sorting things out.”

Benila glanced at the sand table, which was filled with towns and markets occupied by her family on the continent of Essos.

Suddenly, he held his head high and proudly held his chest high.

Compared with Dairen rebuilding the homes of the villagers and deploying war elephants to cultivate canals...

She prefers to invade and possess, and to promote the glory of Old Valyria.

“It seems you are getting along well.”

Rhaegar was in a very good mood. He pulled out a flag and planted it on the territory of Pentos. He whispered: "The roads in the disputed land are impassable, and the Valyrian road in Pentos is not as developed."

Benila saw it and asked, "Do you want a road that extends in all directions?"

She can go to war, preferably commanding an army.

"Of course." Rhaegar smiled without covering up: "But not now."

Benila was puzzled.

“Come and see.”

Rhaegar waved and placed his finger on the Summer Sea at the edge of the sand table. He couldn't help but have a headache and said: "My eldest son is here and defeated the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom."

A good boy with a bit of military acumen.

“Isn't this a good thing?”

Benilla tried cautiously.

Compared with their father who is difficult to get along with, the sisters respect their cousin who is always smiling more from the bottom of their hearts.

A smile is not a coward, and a cold face is not a weapon.

The former warms the heart, while the latter hurts the heart.

“A good thing, but not entirely a good thing.”

Rhaegar taught step by step, compared the Strait Sea with the Summer Sea, and warned: "The kingdom needs more occupyable land. The continent of Sothoryos is too barren."

According to his expectation, after the rebellion was put down, the eldest son and the second son should be gathered to rush to the continent of Essos to cultivate the fertile land of the golden wilderness.

Berron, this kid, did not follow common sense and rushed towards the Basilisk Islands to start a battle.

The war that had just subsided was rekindled, but it was transferred to the Summer Sea.

Benila was very smart and asked bluntly: "Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

Rhaegar smiled slightly and said with appreciation: "Two things, go to the Eagle's Nest City in the Valley and ask Jenny to send troops from Seagull Town to defend Bluffs and Pentos."

"The second thing is to drag Aemon out of his cozy nest in King's Landing and place him behind Tyrosh and Lys."

Benila listened carefully and asked again: "Should I stay?"

Tyrosh had her share, and it was better to be with her fiancé than to continue patrolling the Qohor Forest.

"what ever."

Rhaegar didn't care and thought: "But be careful on the road. I always have a bad feeling."

The Bearded Monk of Norvos, the Nightmare at Dagger Lake…

Neither is a good sign.

"Understood." Benila said happily without even taking a breath, "I will definitely complete the task."

After saying that, he picked up his backpack and strode out.

Rhaegar watched silently, hoping in his heart that this arrangement was perfect enough.

Cohor Forest.

“Hiss!”

The young dragon soared into the sky, its light green scales blending into the forest, disappearing into the boundless wilderness.

“The first stop, let's go to the Eagle's Nest City.”

Benila took out a piece of white paper and wrote down the route, then put it back in her backpack with satisfaction.

She is a cautious person, afraid of leaving out any details.

After finishing the work, drag Eamonn to your side.

Let's see what else Dimon has to say.

“Hiss!”

Yuewu also seemed to be happy with the control, neighing and speeding up, blowing away the fallen leaves surrounding it.

(End of this chapter)

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