Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Valyrian Steel Sword—Dragon Claw

 The giant dragon flew past, followed by thousands of soldiers with various equipment.

On the dragon's back, there is a young man with silver-blond hair and high spirits, with a long sword on his waist and a spear on his back.

Rhaegar watched from afar.

 The boy's face was blurry and vaguely familiar.

 A giant dragon and an army of thousands of soldiers passed by the lake and stopped on the north bank of the lake.

 “Hiss…”

At this moment, another dragon roar as loud as thunder came from the distance, echoing across the sky and the earth.

A strong wind swept by, and a pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and sun flew across the sky, shrouding the entire lake in shadow.

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with confusion as he saw a huge black dragon hovering in the sky.

This dragon is covered in jet-black scales, with ferocious horns and crowns, its back scales and wing membranes are scarlet, and its terrifying vertical pupils are cold and ruthless, like a **** of death coming from the abyss.

 Subconsciously, a name came to Rhaegar's mind.

　　Black Death—Balerion.

“Uncle, you are usurping power and seizing the throne, so let's arrest you without mercy!”

The silver dragon was far away from Balerion. The boy on the dragon's back shouted loudly and drew his sword.

Rhaegar heard this and looked at Balerion's dragon back

Sitted on a saddle made of black iron was a tall and powerful middle-aged man with short silver-blond hair.

 Immediately, Rega's mind became clear and he blurted out:

 “This is the battle under the God's Eye Lake!”

Rhaegar thought of the brief history of House Targaryen.

 The cruel King Maegor I killed his nephew, Aegon Targaryen, by parricide in God's Eye Hubei.

 “Nephew, the throne is mine, you are in doom today!”

Just after he had calmed down his thoughts, the middle-aged man on the dragon's back burst out laughing, his voice rich and powerful.

 “Hiss…”

The next second, Balerion flapped his wings and lunged at the silver dragon with a roar.

 Balerion was the largest dragon ever seen in Westeros.

Rhaegar watched from a distance. His size was far greater than that of Glutton, and even Vhagar could not compare with it.

In front of Balerion, the silver dragon was like a sparrow, without any advantage.

Balerion was extremely fast and rushed towards the silver dragon's dragon flames. He opened his dragon's kiss and tore off one of the opponent's dragon wings, chewing and swallowing it.

 On the other hand, the silver dragon had no power to resist.

Screaming and falling to the ground, he died together with the young man on the dragon's back.

Boom—

The moment they landed, the blood of one person and one dragon splashed dozens of meters, dyeing the green grass by the lake red.

Rhaegar witnessed the screams with his own eyes and was horrified by Balerion's power.

 Suddenly, the world began to shake, and the dream was about to be shattered.

There was a crisp sound, Rhaegar lowered his head, and frost formed on the ground.

 Looking up, heavy snow fell from the sky, instantly covering the **** dragon corpse.

 “Hiss…”

In the sky, Balerion raised his head and roared, spitting out hot dragon flames that were scarlet and mixed with billowing black smoke.

Rhaegar was stunned.

 His body was battered by the cold wind, and he looked up at the contrasting dragon flames.

 The outside world.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands and feet twitched involuntarily.

 “Rhaegar!”

Rhaenyra was startled when she discovered Rhaegar's condition and called his name quickly.

Rhaegar always had nightmares.

 At this time, she would wake up Rhaegar.

"ah!…"

With a scream, Rega suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

 “Rhaegar, how are you?”

Rhaenyra looked nervous, holding his shoulders and shaking him gently.

Rhaegar widened his eyes and murmured to himself: "Ice and fire..."

 He remembered the scene in the dream clearly.

But he didn't mention Maegor's parricide, nor did he care about Silversilver's tragic death…

 The heavy snow and dragon flames seemed to be imprinted in his mind, replaying them over and over again. “What ice and fire? Did you dream of a song of ice and fire?”

Rhaenyra knew the language of the Song of Ice and Fire and became even more nervous.

 “No! Not ice and fire.”

Rhaegar breathed heavily, held his forehead and whispered, "I dreamed of Maegor's parricide."

 “What on earth did you dream about, this mess?”

Rhaenyra sighed, put her arms around his neck, and leaned against her chest.

  In the past, Rhaegar had never had such a violent reaction when he had nightmares.

Feeling the soft warmth, Rega's racing heart slowly calmed down, and he closed his eyes and fell into silence.

 He has a little headache.

 The content of the dream is not surprising. He has done more intense scenes before.

 The heavy snow and dragon flames were what woke him up.

 This is not a good sign!

Rhaegar arched his head and thought silently.

Rhaenyra looked helpless, gently rubbed his scalp, and whispered: "It doesn't seem like he has grown up."

Rhaegar retorted deliberately and put his arm around her waist.

 He just had a nightmare and was a little stressed.

 Ding dong…ding dong…

Rhaegar's awakening did not affect the work of the blacksmiths, and the sound of forging continued.

 It's been a while.

Rhaegar sniffed the familiar light fragrance and suddenly remembered that he was a man.

 “Ahem, I'm fine.”

Rhaegar broke away from the soft embrace and coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

Rhaenyra stared at him with a half-smile, then retracted her hands and folded them on her belly.

 “Prince, the sword is ready!”

　　The Fernbond blacksmith spoke High Valyrian and relieved Rhaegar from the siege.

 “Okay! Let me take a look!”

Rhaegar rolled over and hurried to the stove.

The blacksmith from Fanbang is old, with curly chestnut hair and a vicissitudes of life.

 He held a long and narrow box in both hands, with a piece of red cloth spread inside.

Rhaegar looked at him.

The Fanbang blacksmith looked solemn and reminded him to lift the red cloth.

Rhaegar did as he was told, and a gleaming long sword was revealed in the box.

 The long sword is a standard half-hand sword.

The sword body is covered with the unique water ripples of Valyrian steel, and the blades on both sides are sharp.

  The hilt and jaw are self-contained and made of gray bone material.

 The sword's jaw is polished into the shape of a dragon's claw.

On one side is the dragon's hind toe, which is sharp and curved and slightly smaller.

On one side are the dragon's first three toes, which are carved into one piece and are slightly larger.

 The hilt is of medium length, with fine dragon scale patterns carved all over the body, and a slight curvature at the end.

Looking at it as a whole, it looks like the claws of a giant dragon extend out of the sword body.

Looking at the reforged Valyrian steel sword, Rhaegar felt indescribable fondness. He held the handle of the sword and took out the box.

Swinging the long sword, the sharp blade pierced the air and echoed with a soft cry, like the roar of a giant dragon.

 “What a sword! What a skill!”

Rhaegar held the sword with one hand and rubbed the blade with the other. He said happily: "The handle of the sword is like a dragon's claw, so this sword is called a dragon's claw!"

“The blacksmiths of Qohor are world-famous, and it's true.”

Rhaenyra came over to join in the fun and said with satisfaction: "This sword is called Dragon Claw? It's a good name."

“Of course, I have been thinking about this name for several days.”

Rhaegar smiled proudly, handed the dragon claw to her for inspection, and said, "Look at the hilt and jaws of the dragon claw. I specially sawed off a piece of Balerion's dragon horn. The texture is comparable to meteorite."

 “Only you can do such a thing.”

Rhaenyra admired the freshly made Valyrian steel sword and said happily: "With it, the family has three clan swords."

 “More than that.”

Rhaegar pointed to the furnace and smiled mysteriously: "The melted Valyrian steel heavy sword is not light. After the dragon claw is forged, there is still a lot of Valyrian steel left."

I'm sorry for the late post. I'm doing the cleaning today and I'm late for coding.

 (End of this chapter)

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