Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 299

Chapter 299 The Deterrence of Dragons

Jason's face turned red after being scolded, and he hesitated and couldn't say a word.

Otto spoke at the right time: "Your Majesty, it seems that many people are making wild assumptions about your will."

 “No! I never meant that.”

Jason swallowed and quickly denied it.

At this moment, Leonor happened to walk in from the tent door and said a message with a straight face: "Your Majesty, Lord Bolos's team has arrived at the camp not far away."

 Jason took advantage of the opportunity and whispered: "Business matters, I will leave first."

 Having said that, he walked down the stage in front of the main seat with his waist down and shut up honestly.

"snort!"

Viserys snorted heavily, and then vented his dissatisfaction with Boros: "When Boros comes, come to see me quickly. Do you still want me to go out to greet him?"

but…

Elena helplessly held her forehead and persuaded her husband to say less.

“There's nothing I can't do. I rode a dragon around the world when I was 6 years old.”

Outside the camp, Darren cheered and jumped to the front.

It didn't take long to find Aegon and Aemond in the picnic area not far from the main tent...

Rhaegar glanced at Meros who was seriously changing his dressing, his purple eyes flashed slightly, and he strode out of the camp.

 “Boros, we are already late.”

Rhaegar nodded and planned to go out.

 But her love was too heavy. Following Otto's harsh education, she always suppressed and controlled every move of her children.

Rhaegar walked into it calmly and explained his purpose to Allison.

 In the first carriage, Boros was irritable and spoke vulgarly.

Beside him, Lady Elena and her four daughters of different ages sat.

Rhaegar interrupted without thinking, and suggested: "Lord Boros has been invited, so I should go and greet him."

 Like keeping a pet in captivity.

Leonor said slowly: "I will ask one of the Kingsguard to receive you."

At this moment, the young king showed a tough stance.

Maester Melos walked slowly onto the stage, carrying a backpack, and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to change the dressing."

At this time, Rega had already led the people away.

There is no better father than a son. Viserys immediately reacted. The eldest son was filled with bad feelings.

Then, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, bring your younger brothers and sisters."

Rhaegar walked forward without looking back, not caring what Allison thought.

Rhaegar didn't give her a chance to shirk, so he called Helena and Daeron who were looking forward to it and left.

 This queen does love her children.

Rhaegar admitted generously, with a smirk on his lips: "It's not just me, it's best if Aegon and the others go with me."

 Everything is so natural and normal.

Allison hugged a pillow and held a wine glass in his hand, and asked in surprise: "Darren is only 7 years old, he wants to go too?"

 It has been a month since the last treatment, and it is not surprising that the wound has worsened.

Merose untied the bandage on his hand, removed the caked ointment on the blood stain bit by bit, and applied a new layer of soft ointment.

 Outside the camp, the dirt road.

 Helena and Daeron followed Allison to another ladies' tent, staying with some noble ladies.

Rhaegar turned around and took a quick look, noticing that the wound on his father's hand was slightly ulcerated and tended to get worse.

 According to the treatment of a Duke of the First Realm, sending a Kingsguard to greet him is not considered out of bounds.

Several luxury carriages creaked along, followed by two groups of storm knights in armor and shields depicting the emblem of a crowned stag.

Allison's eyebrows knitted into a knot, and he secretly clenched his wine glass as he watched a pair of children leave him.

 “Are you going?” Viserys frowned slightly.

Staying with a group of middle-aged ladies smelling of strong perfume is really torture.

"etc."

 “Trouble.” Viserys held out his cut left hand.

 “The **** broken road should be repaired to make it bigger and wider!”

 “So what, why don't you have to wait for me?”

Boros's eyes widened and he said angrily: "The king has troubled me about the supply of materials. I wonder if I can solve this problem."

Regarding her husband's arrogance and arrogance, Elena sighed: "The king specially held a royal forest hunt and will not stop easily."

 She comes from Nightsong City in the Dorne Frontier, and is very crisis aware.

　　But Bolos obviously didn't listen, and instead became complacent: "The king has always been weak. He held the Kingswood Hunt to marry his second son to my daughter, so as to win over Baratheon's support."

 The four Baratheon girls looked at each other, and saw a hint of disgust in each other's eyes.

 They did not want to marry the king's second son.

 At the last funeral, they secretly took a fancy to Rhaegar Targaryen, the king's eldest son.

 A man who is powerful, skilled in martial arts, tall and handsome.

Elena glanced at her husband and daughters, sighed and lowered her head.

 “I hope so!”

Not far from the camp, the team moved faster and soon saw the horse-repelling fortifications placed outside the camp.

Boros adjusted the silk robe around his bulky figure and said solemnly: "We are almost there. Show off the pride of the Baratheon family."

 Not long after, the team arrived in front of the camp.

There was no open space in the camp, so the carriage was forced to stop at the door. The groom put down a low stool for the Duke and his family to get off.

The car door opened, and Bolos walked out immediately, holding his big belly with both hands and raising his proud head high.

“Hissing—” A roar as loud as a bell resounded inside and outside the camp, and the dazzling sun was instantly blocked and disappeared.

Boros was startled and subconsciously looked up.

A huge dragon as black as coal soared from the direction of the Royal Forest, its wings that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire camp.

As if sensing his gaze, the huge black dragon lowered its head and looked down, its pale green vertical pupils locking the team below.

 The next second.

The huge black dragon opened its dragon's kiss, and smoke-like green dragon flames spurted out.

The horses were frightened for a moment and struggled to pull the carriage until their legs gave out and they fell to the ground.

Bolos, who was standing on a low stool, was suddenly overturned and fell into a muddy pothole with a thud, letting out a terrified scream.

 The dragon flames have not yet come.

Gloomy green dragon flames pierced the sky, and the dark dragon collided head-on, flapping its wings and setting off gusts of wind.

 “Hiss…”

Following it, a series of dragon roars with different sounds sounded.

 In the dense royal forest on the periphery, dragons of different colors soared into the sky, spitting dragon flames and flying over the camp.

 “Wow…”

 Aegon rode on Sunfire's back, his long shawl hair flying messily, cheering in the wind.

 The smaller Theselion carried the even thinner Daeron, flapping his wings excitedly and constantly spraying azure dragon flames.

 Helena was riding Dreamfire, which was second only to Glutton in size, with an excited-looking Aemond crammed in the saddle.

 “Hiss!”

Menghuo has a bad character. He neighs and swoops down. The carriage covered with light blue scales passes by not far away, blowing out a scorching wind.

 The carriage shook violently, teetering on the edge of the howling wind, and the wheels creaked.

The white horses pulling the cart were even worse. They foamed at the mouth, twitched and died of stress.

 “Alert!”

A middle-aged man with a resolute face stood out from the team. His armor was painted with dense nightingales on a yellow background.

 He is Boros's father-in-law, Royce Cullen of the Cullen family in Nightsong City.

Royce whipped out his long sword and quickly stepped forward to protect the lord and son-in-law Boros behind him.

The other storm knights followed suit, drew their swords, picked up their shields, and quickly formed a formation.

Unfortunately, their war horses were so frightened by the dream fire that they fell to the ground and could only run up from the ground in embarrassment to assemble.

The storm knights took out their weapons, and the guards guarding the camp entrance immediately drew their swords in response.

 “Stop it all!”

At the time of the tense situation, a loud shout came from the camp, revealing a toughness that could not be resisted.

Boros got up and looked at him in shock and anger.

As soon as he caught sight, Rhaegar, dressed in black, strode forward, flanked by two Kingsguards in silver armor and white robes.

 Seeing the coming person, Bolos' mind, hurt by his drunkenness, immediately guessed that this was a show of force.

 Humiliated as he lost face in front of his wife, daughter and knights, and felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

Boros pushed away Royce who was supporting him, and shouted with a red face: "Your Highness Rhaegar, this is the Targaryen way of hospitality, let the dragon hurt others maliciously!?"

 “Lord Boros, please be careful with your words.”

Rhaegar looked calm and said coldly: "As we all know, dragons are dangerous beasts, and it is normal to lose their temper occasionally."

 The implication is that Targaryen also loses his temper.

Boros's simple mind did not hear the profound meaning, and anger filled his mind: "Who do you think is blind? Several princes and princesses are riding on the back of a dragon. It is obviously intentional!"

Rhaegar tilted his head, glanced at the dragons flying in the sky, and said calmly: "You are wrong. They are not yet skilled in controlling dragons and can only train each other."

As he spoke, he looked at the Baratheon family's carriage and smiled humbly: "The dragon has not yet been trained to be honest, so I'm afraid it has frightened the family members. I apologize to you on behalf of my younger brothers and sisters."

 His meaning is obvious.

 Faced with dishonest people, this is just a small warning!

 “Rhaegar!”

Boros did not accept this trick at all. He blushed and was about to get angry.

Royce quickly grabbed him and persuaded him: "Don't be impulsive. It is a serious crime to rush into the crown prince."

"This is a self-directed trick." Bolos became angry.

Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth slightly and interjected: "Lord Boros, the dragon will be calmed down soon. Please forgive me."

 “Hiss…”

As soon as the words were spoken, the roar of a glutton rang out in the sky.

This dark dragon as huge as a mountain shook its body in mid-air, raised its head and plunged into the clouds, spread its wings and slowly flew away.

The largest dragon left, and the other three dragons stopped their noisy neighing, flapping their wings and hovering at low altitude.

 In a tacit understanding, the vertical pupils of the three dragons were all locked on the Baratheon team below.

 “Yangyan, lower it a little.”

Aegon still felt that it was not enough, and urged Sunfire to land.

Yang Yan shook his head, his golden scales shining in the sun, and his pink wing membranes gorgeous.

 Before he landed, the strong wind whipped by his wings roared past the entrance of the camp.

 The strong wind smelling of sulfur blew, Rhaegar's silver hair fluttered, and the skirt of his clothes rustled.

Rhaegar, who had his back turned, was still like this, while Bolos and his gang who were standing at the wind outlet couldn't even stand still, and they couldn't open their eyes due to the wind.

The wind stopped, and Rhaegar turned his head silently, looking sharply at Sunfire and Aegon who had fallen into the open space of the camp.

 (End of this chapter)

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