Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 637

Chapter 637 Dance of the Blood Dragon "Three"

King's Landing, Throne Hall.

"You are right, but the marriage needs to be carefully considered."

In the dim hall, Viserys was sitting on the Iron Throne, bargaining with several royal ministers and vassals.

“Your Majesty, Duke Leonor of Highgarden is young, promising and a good match.”

This is the old and frail Linman Bisbury.

Grand Maester Orville interrupted: "According to what you said, Count Leonor of Old Town is also very good."

“How can it be the same...”

By the flickering candlelight, the ministers argued with each other.

Viserys leaned on the Iron Throne, resting his palms on the armrests of the figure of Vormisor, and closed his eyes sleepily.

He has not slept for three days in a row.

The ministers were like chickens and wanted to repeat the old way of marrying many of their grandfather Jaehaerys' children to nobles.

But Rhaegar's children were left to the two of them to decide, so how could he, as a father, interfere.

First deceive the support of the vassals, and the rest will pretend to be deaf and dumb.

As the night progressed, the old king fell asleep quietly.

The ministers are still quarreling, and it is likely to become more and more intense.

After all, who wouldn't want to marry a royal member into their family and obtain the noble bloodline of the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria?

“Hululu~~”

Viserys was sleeping soundly, snoring lightly.

until…

Crackling—

There was a sudden thunder outside the window, like the sound of a silver bottle bursting.

Viserys woke up suddenly and muttered in confusion: "Water, a lot of water..."

I suddenly woke up from my dream, my chest was rising and falling violently, and my breathing was no longer even.

It is a nightmare, a horrific scene of torture.

Viserys looked left and right, stared at Alec in white robes, and asked hastily: "What time is it now?"

Alec glanced out the window with a serious expression: "It's almost bat time, and it's raining heavily in the city."

The water that Your Majesty was talking about in his dream must be the sound of rain outside.

"is that so?"

Viserys' face turned pale and he subconsciously held the things in his hands tightly.

Stab it!

The index finger of his left hand was clasped on the fangs of the dragon's head armrest, and he suddenly made a small cut.

Viserys stared at the blood-stained wound with wide eyes.

Crackling—

The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the water vapor aroused has enveloped King's Landing.

Yacry looked out the window and closed the curtain silently: "I hope the prince is safe and sound."

The personal Iron Guard cannot ride the dragon, so they can only stay in King's Landing and wait.

The patter of rain…

Heavy rain fell, and the billowing dark clouds flashed with lightning.

Storm's End Castle, vestibule.

Aemon, wearing a red cloak, ran out of the castle in the heavy rain.

“Prince, please stay one night.”

Several guards followed, trying to retain the prince who broke up unhappily.

“No! I can't serve Mrs. Malice.”

Aemon's pace quickened, and the rain wet his golden and silver lop-eared hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

“Hiss!”

The liar huddles under the rain, waiting for the indignant driver.

Not long after one person and one dragon arrived, heavy rain began to fall in Storm's End Castle, which was always shrouded in clouds.

The world is really unpredictable.

Aemon walked closer, patted the rain-wet dark green scales with his palms, and warned in his ears: "Follow the instructions later, you are a liar."

He couldn't stay in this dirty castle for a moment.

Hunting a dragon on a rainy day is somewhat risky.

“Hiss!”

The deceiver shook the dragon's head, obediently leaned over and exposed its back, signaling the driver to ride.

It is not an ordinary dragon, it can still come and go with ease even in the eye of the storm.

“Well done, what a liar.”

Aemon took one last look at the open hall of Storm's End and gave a sickening gasp.

Damn old woman!

The filthy copper-smelting bitch!

He was ordered to gather a fleet to support his brother in his battle on the Summer Sea.

By the way, I am looking for my uncle Aemond the One-Eyed.

Unexpectedly, the conversation was going well at the beginning, but when I mentioned my uncle, his expression immediately changed.

After his repeated urging, the other party actually made rude conditions.

Malice sat on the throne in the hall of Storm's End, spread her legs naturally, and said condescendingly: "Lift up your skirt, use your mouth to satisfy me, and the army of the Stormlands will be at your disposal."

“Bah!”

Aemon was indignant and cursed: "Damn old woman, she will never miss us brothers."

The heavy rain is getting heavier, and the cold and biting rain washes away the skin.

Aemon shuddered and quickly climbed onto the dragon's back. He was already prepared and said: "Let's go to the Hall of Evening on Tarth Island. They will not refuse a Targaryen named Aemon."

At that time, Prince Aemon, the heir to King Renrui, was accidentally killed by Tyrosh's assassin in order to support the Earl of Nass Island against the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.

Storm's End is not far from Dusk's Court, where one person and one dragon can have a resting place.

“Hiss!”

The liar blinked his vertical pupils and eagerly fluttered his wings into the sky.

While flying, the dragon's tail, as long and slender as a scorpion's needle, buzzed and swayed, moving steadily and quickly through the rain.

Broken Ship Bay, above.

Rumble —

Rolling thunder crackled, sweeping heavy rain and violent winds covering the sky and the earth.

“Hiss!”

A dark green young giant dragon spread its wings and soared. Although its vertical pupils could not tell the direction, it still flew forward in a straight line.

“A sneeze, a sneeze~~”

Aemon sneezed hard twice, rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and couldn't help complaining: "Brother and Maekar can respond to everything at once, how come they almost stumble when they come to me."

Shameless stinky woman, she slept with her uncle Aemond the One-Eyed and wanted to get involved with him.

It's simply wishful thinking.

"What do you think, you liar." Aemon slapped the dragon on the back and said to himself: "Isn't it unfair?"

The liar did not respond. He increased his speed slightly anxiously and glanced at an area with his vertical pupils from time to time.

“What's wrong with you, you liar?”

Eamon keenly sensed something was wrong and turned around to search.

The pleasant field of vision is only a few dozen meters, and visibility is even lower on cloudy days.

The billowing dark clouds are vaguely visible, and the pounding rain and surging waves fill our ears.

“Hiss!”

The Liar suddenly tensed up, flapped its wings and flew low, letting out a warning roar.

Aemon's expression changed slightly, and he clenched the saddle handle with both hands.

His cheeks were covered with water stains, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or cold sweat.

The dragon's nervousness was transmitted, and his heart began to beat faster.

The liar almost glided along the waves, avoiding every rock and heading in the predetermined direction.

“Faster.”

Aemon squinted his eyes, and the hazy outline of Nass Island appeared in his vision.

As long as you get to Dulin Hall, everything will be safe.

Crackling—

In an instant, a bolt of red lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the rainy night as bright as day.

Aemon turned around hastily.

“Hiss!”

A giant light silver dragon passed through the billowing dark clouds and roared towards this side.

Ignoring the beating of the rain, Eamonn widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Sea Smoke!"

Seeing clearly the true appearance of the white dragon shadow, it is the smoke on the sea that wanders around all year round.

Seeing this, Aemon breathed a sigh of relief and said assuredly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Haiyan has a docile temperament and will not take the initiative to attack.

The words just fell.

A thunder crackled down, accompanied by the roar of the mad beast that echoed endlessly.

“Hiss!”

Haiyan screamed in panic, blood flowed from one wing, and he lowered his body and dived.

Before Aemon could react, he was stunned by the roar.

The next moment.

A jagged monster with a body as pale as marble broke through the clouds, flapped a pair of tattered and wide fleshy wings, and quickly and fiercely caught up with the wounded dragon.

The pale shadow opened a smelly huge mouth, biting Haiyan's bleeding wings fiercely, and its sharp fangs crushed the scales and bones.

Hai Yan suddenly let out a scream, his body flying and falling, but one shoulder blade was bitten tightly.

The pale shadow shook its head violently back and forth, trying to tear off the wings.

“Dragon Flame!”

At the critical moment, an orange dragon flame spurted out.

Boom—

The dragon flames hit the head of the pale shadow, and with the help of the firelight, the terrifying appearance of the pale wild dragon was also illuminated.

The skinny body, the wings covered with holes, and the ferocious mouth that is always drooling.

“Ah! What monster?”

Aemon was startled. He had never seen such a strange appearance.

　　He is uglier than a skinny, numb sheep thief.

More sinister than a glutton with black as carbon and pale green vertical pupils.

Full of twisted absurdity.

The pale wild dragon let go of the sea smoke after suffering pain. A pair of scarlet vertical pupils stared at the young dragon not far away, and in an instant it spit out a mouthful of pale dragon flames like fireworks.

“Get out of the way, you liar!”

Eamon tightened the saddle rope and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

The deceiver was one step ahead, the dragon's tail like a scorpion's needle swayed slightly, and he leaned back to get out of the range of the pale dragon flames.

“Well done.”

Eamon's hair was messy. He took a moment to catch a glimpse of the sea smoke that was screaming in surprise, and he was a little undecided.

Hai Yan's wings were injured, and if he dropped it, he would definitely not be able to escape the wild dragon's mouth.

　　But if…

When the liar pulled away, Aemon looked at the pale wild dragon carefully, his brows forming a knot.

This wild dragon, which is suspected to be a dragon-eating species, is quite large. Compared with Haiyan, it is about twice as big.

Almost over eighty meters, about the same size as Silver Wing and Corak Xiu.

The strange thing is that this wild dragon exudes a decadent and dead air, unlike a dragon in its prime.

The pale wild dragon would not give anyone a chance to hesitate, roaring and charging towards the bold young dragon first.

“Remember what I said? You're a liar.”

Aemon breathed heavily and secretly tightened the saddle buckle.

At the moment it is no longer a question of whether to fight or not.

It's about preventing the other party from killing Hai Yan and whether he can escape revenge.

“Hiss!”

The deceiver neighed, his muscular body tensed up, and orange flames overflowed from the dragon's kiss.

Bloodline breeds don't lie.

It is a dragon trained for fighting and is not afraid of enemies stronger than itself.

“Good boy, follow me!”

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he pulled the saddle rope to change direction.

The liar took action immediately, and his figure got into the chaotic sea fog.

Boom—

Pale-white dragon flames fell from the sky, chasing the fleeing man and dragon.

“Be careful, you're a liar.”

Aemon, with his heart pounding rapidly, climbed on the silver saddle and looked around.

He remembered that there was a rocky cliff in Shipbreaker Bay that could only accommodate a young dragon to pass through.

It is not advisable to fight against the enemy, and running away will easily lead to disaster.

Both King's Landing and Dragonstone do not have enough defensive strength. Luring wild dragons back rashly will kill people.

Then find a natural hazard and get rid of it with his photographic memory and talent for deception.

(End of this chapter)

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