Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 639

Chapter 639 Burning Storm's End

A day and night passed.

The King's Landing.

Early in the morning, a behemoth as black as carbon flew over Blackwater Bay and straddled the sky above the capital of the kingdom.

Wherever the dark wings passed, the aura of ashes spread unbridled.

It seems that destruction is about to come at any time, and it seems to be suppressing endless anger.

　　Red Fort.

The attendants were in a hurry and the guards were as silent as cicadas.

Tap tap tap…

There was a burst of footsteps from far to near, each step was like stepping on an iron plate.

The Commander of the Kingsguard, Ilic, was guarding the door of the king's palace. When he saw the visitor, he panicked and said, "Your Majesty!"

“Your Majesty!…”

The bachelors, princes, and ministers who gathered around the door lowered their heads and saluted in a reserved manner.

Rhaegar opened the closed door with a low expression.

“Father~~”

Two boys stood inside the door, choking with tears in their eyes as they spoke.

　　It was Bellon and Mekar who rushed back after hearing the news.

Rhaegar saw that Baelon's face looked like his own, and he couldn't help but think of Aemon, who looked very similar. His Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Get out."

There are more than two and a half-year-old children in the palace, and two children are not needed to discuss important matters.

“Father, my grandfather is sick.”

Meka glanced at the bedroom quietly and spoke in a low voice.

“Yes.” Rhaegar nodded slightly and waved his hand.

The two children looked at each other, opened the door and went out.

Rhaegar opened the beaded curtain in the bedroom, and familiar faces came into view.

Father lying on the hospital bed, Rhaenys, Corlys, Helena surrounding the bed...

Viserys' face was pale. He felt guilty when he saw the eldest son with a frosty face, and couldn't help crying.

He failed to take good care of his grandson, which is why the tragedy happened.

Rhaegar's eyes were complicated, and Rhaenyra was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

“Your Majesty.”

Grand Bachelor Orwell walked sideways and whispered: "The old king is too worried, please control your emotions."

Rhaegar's lips moved and he closed his eyes to signal him to leave.

He is very tired.

The exhaustion from the inside out made him too lazy to say a word.

“Your Majesty, I'm sorry for the tragedy at Shipwreck Cove.”

Colliss stepped forward hesitantly and said solemnly: "Velaryon will respond to your call at any time."

After saying that, he patted the king on the shoulder and walked away with heavy steps.

The child also grew up under his watch and was named after his father-in-law.

If the tragedy had not happened, he would have been his grandson-in-law in the future.

Rhaegar didn't even open his eyes, silence was the only response.

Rhaenys hugged her nephew with open arms as her husband arrived, and said with emotion: "Gods are always cruel, taking important people away from us."

Lega opened his eyes silently, a gloom flashing under his eyes.

When the uncrowned queen, who felt the same way, walked out of the door, Helena, who had a complicated face, silently stepped forward.

Helena drooped her head, her beautiful face remaining at a loss.

Who would have thought that an accident would happen to a child just performing a simple task?

“Rhaenaela, where have you been?”

Rega brushed the other person's silver hair with his palm and asked in a hoarse voice.

He is not the only one who is the saddest person.

"exist…"

Helena raised her head and looked at the coast outside the window with her purple eyes.

Stormy land, coast.

A group of fishermen gathered on the beach, shouting and pulling the fishing nets.

“It's dragon wings!”

“What a wing…”

The fishermen spoke to each other with expressions of panic.

“Hiss!”

Suddenly, a low dragon roar resounded through the sky, and a giant yellow jade dragon swooped down from the sky.

　　Boom—

Syrax landed with a crash, his feet raised up the overwhelming gravel, and the flapping dragon wings stirred up the strong wind.

The fishermen were frightened, shouting "dragon" and fled in panic.

A streak of silver hair climbed up from the dragon's back and slid down one side of the dragon's wings.

Staggering with steps, he ran to the newly salvaged fishing net.

The fine mesh bag was wet, a dark green dragon wing was bound in it, and the flesh and blood at the wound was soaked and turned white.

Kneeled down on the ground, his hands calloused with blood pulled open the fishing net and took out a red cloak.

That was Aemon's cloak, hooked on the short finger of Dragonwing's forelimb.

“Hiss!”

Syrax was prostrate on the ground, stretching its arms and roaring melodiously, unable to conceal the extreme sadness of its driver.

Boom—

Pitch black wings enveloped the sky, and strong winds overturned fishing boats moored on the shore.

“Woo…”

Rhaenyra's eyes were red and swollen. She turned around and saw the tall figure walking towards her. She sobbed vaguely: "The cloak, his..."

She searched for her child for several days and nights, and she was so worried that she was almost speechless.

“I know, I know.”

Rhaegar took one step at a time, just wanting to hold the other person in his arms.

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with tears, and she kept shaking her head while holding up her cloak.

Her child, her first-born child.

Rhaenyra couldn't accept it. She looked at the red cloak soaked in sea water and hugged her tightly.

Look for a hint of familiarity.

“Don't be sad, they all have to pay the price.”

Rhaegar's eyes were red, and he held Rhaenyra tightly in his arms.

Feeling the warm body, the cold hands and feet just regained consciousness.

The stiff brain appears with images other than fire and death.

Rhaenyra sobbed slightly, buried her head in her solid arms, and bit her lip: "My child is gone!"

"I know."

Rhaegar rested his chin on the snow-covered neck that had shed tears, and gave strength to the person in his arms with a sonorous and powerful voice: "That is my child too."

After saying this, he turned his head slightly and stared at the towering castle standing in the distance on the coast.

At night.

Dark clouds cover the night sky, and there is no starlight. Storm's End, Great Hall.

“Your Majesty, I'm really sorry for that accident. I believe the fishermen have already caught something.”

Malice was wearing a black dress and walked down from the throne nervously.

Tick tick~

A drop of water dripped down the crack of the door, which seemed to be the trace of the heavy rain a few days ago.

“Your Majesty…”

Malice's voice was plaintive, and her eyes were as red and swollen as two walnuts.

In the empty hall, no one answered.

Rhaegar stood alone in the hall, quietly observing the ancient castle that had accumulated over time.

Look east and west.

Don't say a word, don't show a superfluous expression.

He looked at it over and over again, as if he wanted to imprint this ancient hall in his mind.

Malice didn't know why, but she was really frightened.

Gathering up the courage for a long time, he opened his mouth to speak: "Your Majesty, I really..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a hand waved out to interrupt him.

Malice immediately shut up and stared with pleading eyes.

"Madam." Rhaegar asked calmly with calm eyes, "Is this the castle where my son was driven away?"

“No no!”

Malice was so frightened that she danced in fright at the king's first sentence.

　That child was not driven away by her, she wanted to leave by herself.

It was definitely not her, and she was definitely not driven away.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and continued: "My son is gone, my family is no longer reunited."

“Your Majesty, it's really not me.”

Malice fell to her knees with a thud, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes.

“That's not important.”

Rhaegar glanced sideways and said softly: "I hope your family can be reunited."

Immediately, regardless of Malice's efforts to stay, she walked out of the castle gate.

Crackling—

As soon as I went out, a bolt of lightning struck in the night sky.

Rhaegar raised his head, and the dark clouds gradually rolled in, as if there was a heavy rain pouring down.

Several guards stood on the left and right, their heads trembling and pretending to be dead.

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The roar of the dragon, as loud as thunder, suddenly appeared, like a heavy hammer that shattered the dark clouds.

The guards quietly turned their heads.

Outside the tall city wall, a huge thing as black as carbon stood tall, with a thick neck covering the highest spire of the castle.

At this time, a pair of gloomy green vertical pupils were widened, emitting an unconcealable aura of violence.

This rage that burns everything is affected by the ups and downs of the driver's emotions.

Not long.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back, rode the black dragon into the sky, and dived into the thick dark clouds of lightning and thunder.

The beach during the day, cold and lonely at night.

The patter of rain…

The raindrops fell, turning the golden gravel into mud.

The huge black dragon stood on the shore, its ferocious dragon head looked in the direction of Storm's End, its sharp fangs rubbing against each other.

Rhaegar stood in front of the dragon, his purple eyes fixed on the green torch that lit up the night sky.

In the rainy night, there was the roar of the collapse of a giant thing, vaguely mixed with the wailing of despair.

Boom—

There was a gust of wind blowing behind me, and the smell of sheep and dragon smelled into my nostrils.

“Hiss!”

The sheep thief landed on the ground, and the withered dragon head became even more ugly after being exposed to the rain.

"elder brother."

Aemond turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, running quickly to the beach while looking at Storm's End, which was buried in the sea of fire.

The green flame is like a tarsal body, sticking to stone and steel and burning until the last moment.

The heavy rain, which stirred up water mist, became the tragic soundtrack of the green flames.

“You're here.”

Rhaegar tilted his head slightly, not surprised.

“You burned Storm's End!?”

Aemond opened his eyes wide and felt cold all over his body.

That is the castle of the Baratheon family, and Maris, Elena, and Floris are all there.

“I thought you didn't dare to show up.”

Rhaegar looked up and down and sneered: "Everyone involved in my son's death must pay a corresponding price."

Had that stupid woman not driven Aemon out of Storm's End, there would have been no subsequent encounters.

What's the use of keeping such a ducal family that has been married for a long time?

Aemond's pupils narrowed and he said sternly: "This has nothing to do with me. I don't know that my nephew passes here."

That was also the child he grew up watching, always following behind with admiring eyes.

Even if he wanted to support his sister's child, he never thought of hurting anyone.

"I know."

Rhaegar said this for the third time today, with a cold attitude: "Otherwise you are not qualified to see me."

Aemond secretly breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively walked towards his brother.

The woman threatened him to marry her, and there would be a quarrel only if he didn't agree.

He stayed at Stonehelm that night. If he hadn't left...

　　Bang—

Rhaegar grabbed the other person's long silver hair and bumped his forehead against his forehead. His face suddenly became gloomy: "Where were you that night? You know I'm looking for you everywhere."

“Brother, we should consider how to take revenge.”

Aemond frowned, his one eye flashing with regret.

“The war is not over yet!”

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and suppressed his anger and said: "My son came to you before he was killed, but how did you treat him? You failed me and my son."

If Aemond hadn't stirred up trouble at Storm's End, why would a child have gone out in the rain?

“I will be the vanguard to avenge my nephew.”

Aemond almost shouted: "Storm's End will burn, and the Iron Islands and the Basilisk Islands will burn even more."

“Remember what you said.”

Rhaegar loosened his grip on his hair and said scornfully: "Go to where you belong."

Aemond took a few embarrassed steps back and walked towards the sheep thief huddled in the rain with a cold face.

“Hiss?”

The sheep thief raised his withered dragon head and rushed into the sky carrying the returning driver.

It was a rainy night, and once again only one person and one dragon were left alone.

Rhaegar remained silent and took out the dragon's horn, which was as dark as night.

Among the many dragon-shaped runes on the surface of the horn, one of the green dragon patterns gradually faded.

“Aemon, are you still alive?”

As a father, Rhaegar felt inexplicably heart palpitated.

You want to see people alive and you want to see their corpses when they die.

When the Storm Land is included in the royal territory, more people will be sent to search for it.

(End of this chapter)

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