Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day - Chapter 646

c639 Burning Storm’s End

A day and night passed.

King’s Landing.

“Hiss-”

In the early 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 ash spread unbridled.

It seems as if it is about to bring destruction at any time, and it seems that it is suppressing endless anger.

Red Fort.

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

Tap tap tap…

A burst of footsteps came 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!”

“His Majesty!……”

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

squeak——

Rhaegar looked low and pushed open the closed door.

“Father~~”

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

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

Rhaegar had seen Baerron’s face that looked so much like his own, and 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 bedroom, and two children are not needed to discuss important matters.

“Father, grandpa is sick.”

Meka glanced quietly at the bedroom and spoke quietly.

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

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

Rhaegar opened the bead curtain of the bedroom, and familiar faces came into view.

Father lying on the hospital bed, Rhaenys, Corliss, Helena surrounding the bed…

“Rega…”

Viserys’ face was pale, and 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.

“His 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.

Exhausted from the inside out, he was too lazy to say a word.

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

Corliss stepped forward hesitantly and said solemnly: “Velaryon will respond to your call at any time.”

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

He also watched that child grow up and named it after his father-in-law.

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

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

As her husband arrived, Rhaenys opened her arms and hugged her nephew, saying with emotion: “Gods are always cruel, taking important people away from us.”

Rega opened his eyes silently, a gloom flashing in his eyes.

When the uncrowned queen, who felt the same way, walked out of the door, Helena, with 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.

“Rhaenayla, 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 saddest person.

“exist……”

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

…

Stormland, coast.

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

“It’s Dragon Wings!”

“What wings…”

The fishermen spoke to each other, their expressions showing panic.

“Hiss!”

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

Boom——

Sylax fell to the ground with a crash, her feet raised up overwhelming gravel, and her flapping dragon wings stirred up strong winds.

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

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

Stumbling on his feet, he ran to the newly salvaged fishing net.

The fine net 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.

Plop——

He knelt on the ground, his hands callused with blood, tore open the fishing net, and took out a red cloak.

It was Aemon’s cloak, hooked on the short finger of Dragonwing’s forelimb.

“Hiss!!”

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

boom–

Dark wings enveloped the sky, and strong winds overturned fishing boats anchored 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…”

After searching for her child for several days and nights, 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.

“Eamonn~”

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

Her child, her first child.

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

Find a hint of familiarity.

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

Rhaegar’s eyes turned red, and he held Rhaenyra tightly in his arms.

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

In his frozen brain, images other than fire and death appeared.

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 was streaked with tears, and gave strength to the person in his arms with a sonorous and powerful voice: “That is my child too.”

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

…

At night.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, and not a single star was visible.

Storm’s End, Great Hall.

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

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

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.

“His 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, look west.

Not a word was spoken, not a superfluous expression was shown.

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

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

After summoning 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.

Malis immediately shut up and stared with pleading eyes.

“Madam.” Rhaegar’s eyes were calm and he asked calmly: “Is this the castle where my son was driven away?”

“No no!”

Malice was so frightened that she danced with fright at the king’s first sentence.

She didn’t drive that child away, she wanted to leave.

It was definitely not her, definitely not the one who drove her away.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and continued: “My son is gone, and 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 he 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 around, their heads trembling and pretending to be dead.

“roar–”

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 driver’s ups and downs.

Not long after.

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

…

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

The patter…

The rain fell, turning the golden gravel into mud.

A huge black dragon stood on the shore, its ferocious dragon head looking 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 a giant thing collapsing, vaguely mixed with the wailing of despair.

boom–

A gust of wind swept behind me, and the stench of sheep’s mutton and dragon’s smell assaulted 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 rolled 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 that stirred up mist turned into a tragic soundtrack of green flames.

“You’re here.”

Rhaegar tilted his head slightly, not surprised.

“You burned down Storm’s End!?”

Aemond’s one eye widened and he felt cold all over his body.

That was the castle of the Baratheon family, and Maris, Elena, and Floris were all inside.

“I thought you didn’t dare show up.”

Rega looked up and down and sneered: “Everyone involved in my son’s death must pay a corresponding price.”

If that stupid woman hadn’t driven Aemon out of Storm’s End, nothing would have happened next.

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

Emond’s pupils shrank and he said sternly: “This has nothing to do with me. I didn’t know my nephew passed here.”

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

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

“I know.”

Rega 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 in Stonehelm that night. If he hadn’t left…

Bang–

Rega 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, one eye flashing with regret.

“The war is not over yet!”

Rega turned a deaf ear and suppressed his anger: “I came to you before my son was killed, but how did you treat me? You failed me and my son.”

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

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

Aemond almost roared: “Storm’s End must be burned, and the Iron Islands and the Basilisk Islands must be burned even more.”

“Remember what you said.”

Rhaegar loosened his grip on the hair and said contemptuously: “Go to where you belong.”

Aemond stepped back in embarrassment and walked towards the sheep thief who was huddled in the rain with a cold face.

“Hiss?”

The sheep thief raised his shriveled dragon head and rushed into the sky with the returning driver.

In the rainy night, only one man and one dragon were left alone again.

Rhaegar remained silent and took out the dragon horn that was as black as night.

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

“Aemon, is he still alive?”

As a father, Rhaegar felt palpitations inexplicably.

I want to see the person alive or the body dead.

When the Stormlands are incorporated into the king’s territory, more people will be sent to search.